After autumn, it rained continuously. The rain washed the blood and flowed down the royal road, soaking the black shoe uppers of the visitors.
"Hey, Mr. Xie," the eunuch's spies' voice sounded, holding an umbrella while looking at his shoes in a panic and said, "Your shoes are all wet! Come on, hurry up and get a pair of Mr. Xie's shoes." New shoes and socks are coming! What kind of eyesight do you have?!"
The eunuch panicked, and the little eunuch next to him hurried away, stepping on the stagnant water with his trembling body, splashing water all over the ground.
The guards lined up in two groups, without looking sideways, occasionally looking at the eunuch with a look of disdain in their eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person.
The great eunuch Wang Guoliang, who used to be a powerful figure, was called Nine Thousand Years Old in private. He has a high position, so his temper is naturally high. There are countless Zhongliang buried in his hands, even the one in front of him is also Been offended by him many times.
This concubine of the Xie family climbed up step by step from the bottom of the nobility. He originally thought that the position of prime minister was his end. Who would have thought that he would be reversed
Oh no, who dares to say that he is a rebel? That is clearly because the prince conspired against him, and he brought troops to the side of the Qing emperor.
It's just that the three princes were cleared away, leaving only the child who was less than eight years old and his mother hiding in the harem, tremblingly waiting for the judgment of the King of Hades. Everyone knows that the wind direction of Da Chu has turned. In the future, the man in front of him will only cover the sky with his hands, and even Wang Guoliang can only stoop to polish his shoes.
The rain became heavier, the man stepped on the last step, and said calmly to Wang Guoliang, "Get back."
No emotion could be seen, Wang Guoliang couldn't get any information about his fate from his face. He could only try his best to put on a gesture of submission, bowed his head and said: "Yes," he hunched over, walked the man to the door, and said to the door, "Master Xie, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
The man did not speak, but cast Wang Guoliang sideways with his pretty eyes.
He is very outstanding, with light eyebrows, and looks like mountains and waters from a distance, but with an indescribable meaning, like a landscape painting, light and shallow, but extraordinarily meaningful and profound.
Twenty years ago, he was already a well-known romantic figure in Shengjing. Twenty years have passed now, and he has changed from the contemptuous Xie Jiashiro to a powerful official with great power, but his appearance is only more prosperous. I don't see a half of the years.
Wang Guoliang was slightly taken aback by him, but his eyes did not stay for a moment, and he stepped into the hall.
The hall was already empty, and the man's footsteps echoed in the hall, especially loud. He frowned, opened the bead curtain, and then saw the calm woman behind the bead curtain.
She was wearing a luxurious golden robe, a golden crown on her head, and golden fingertips on her fingers. She looked very rich, obviously she had just sat here after being well-dressed.
She was holding a boy by her hand. She was already terrified, trembling and afraid to speak, and glanced at the person passing by from time to time.
The man looked at the woman in the seat who was obviously terrified but still pretending to be calm, and remained silent. After a long time, he finally spoke out and said slowly, "In the future, you will be the Empress Dowager."
The woman was slightly taken aback, tears welled up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fourth brother..."
Saying that, she let go of the boy, rushed over like a girl, rushed into his arms, hugged him, and burst into tears.
"I know you won't leave me, fourth brother. No one will be able to separate us from now on..."
"Wanqing..." the man sighed, seemingly at a loss, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and after a long time, he finally said, "You will always be like my own sister in my heart..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt a pain in his abdomen, and before he recovered, he was stabbed several times by the other party.
He raised his head in disbelief, and saw the woman in front of him smiling ferociously with tears in her eyes: "You..."
"Sister?" The woman laughed loudly: "Who cares about being your own sister! If you can't be my child's father, then I will let Zhang Shangshu be!"
Zhang Shangshu
He suddenly raised his head, and instantly understood, with horror in his heart.
Unexpectedly... She actually did this...
What was even more unexpected was that Zhang Sheng had such courage...
"Xie Zichen," the woman watched him fall to the ground, thrust the knife into the ground, and said angrily, "Go to hell!"
"Wanqing!"
With a scream, Xie Zichen woke up from his dream.
There was the pattering sound of autumn rain outside, and the night wind was a bit stronger, making the windows rattle. Xie Zichen was panting on the bed, and after a while, he heard someone outside the door: "Master, did you have a nightmare?"
"No problem."
Xie Zichen came back to his senses slowly, said something to the outsider, then closed his eyes, and fell back on the bed.
This is the second time he has dreamed about what happened in his previous life. The first time was when he returned to this body. At that time, he was just twelve years old, and there was not even a servant around him. At the beginning, he thought that he might have had an extremely absurd dream. He actually dreamed that he would become the regent one day, and his wife, who he married with his fingertips, would become His Majesty's imperial concubine. This is not a dream, what is this
However, when he discovered overnight that he had read all the books taught by the master, and the things in his dreams were fulfilled one by one, he could no longer regard this as a dream.
These are things that are about to happen!
He will be betrayed several times in his life, and finally be killed by the woman he regarded as his younger sister since he was a child!
When he thought of this, he felt uneasy, but after thinking about it quietly, he found that the more troublesome thing now was not the wife Wang Wanqing who was married with his fingertips, but the matter of entering the palace as a companion in the near future.
Now that he is fourteen years old, he clearly remembers that when he was fourteen years old, the palace selected the companions from the children of the aristocratic family. There were only two children of the Xie family who were of the right age, Xie Jie, the third son, and him, the second son.
After all, Xie Jie is the eldest son, so this matter is not his fault anyway, but unfortunately, just a few days before choosing a companion, the teacher of the ethnology and the head of the family praised his literary talent. When Xie Jie learned of this, he was worried that he would compete for the position of accompanying student in the palace, so when he was invited for an autumn outing, he moved his horse, causing him to fall and become limped.
He has been limping all his life, so it is much harder for him to even become an official than ordinary people. If he hadn't voted under the account of the third prince to make suggestions first, and then the third prince ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor...
Thinking of this, Xie Zichen closed his eyes and made up his mind.
He is far better in this life than in his previous life. Not to mention the teachers in the ethnology, even the teachers in the Taixue have praised his Fu, Xie Jie will definitely not let it go. Only this time, he didn't intend to wait for Xie Jie to do it, so he did it himself first.
But he has no one to use, if he wants to do it, it's best to find someone who is far away from him...
Xie Zichen looked at the bed curtain and carefully passed everyone in Beijing.
Find someone who has never had anything to do with him in the past, so that it will be difficult to find him;
Find someone who does things cleanly and has someone in hand, so that things can be handled easily;
Find someone who is currently in a weak position and needs help, so that there is room for negotiation and an ally;
I still need to find someone who can die well in the future...
With these requirements, Xie Zichen went through the sons and brothers in Beijing, and suddenly found that no one seemed to satisfy his requirements.
He tossed and turned on the bed, and when he got up early in the morning, Alai, the servant, saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and hurriedly said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Xie Zichen didn't speak, but waved his hands, and asked Alai to fasten the crown for him, then got up and said, "Go to the palace."
He has a good relationship with Wang Ning, the concubine of the Wang family. Wang Ning has a lot more friends than him, so maybe he can find out something.
Alai prepared a carriage and horses, Xie Zichen got into the carriage and drove slowly towards the palace.
Shengjing is always bustling with people coming and going. Xie Zichen closed his eyes in the carriage and rested his mind. The noise outside fell in, which gave Xie Zichen a headache. He raised his hand to rub his temples. At this moment, he suddenly heard The neighing sound of the horse was heard, and then the carriage came to a sudden stop, Xie Zichen held onto the wall of the carriage, before he could speak, Alai said angrily: "Which family are you from, how can you ride a horse like this? "
"I'm sorry." A clear voice came over. The texture of the voice was like jade hitting porcelain, and men and women could not be distinguished. He said gently and politely: "Wei Lan in the Changxinhou's mansion, because of an urgent matter, bumped into the young master, I hope you will forgive me. Change I will pay a visit every day and apologize in person."
After speaking, the man rode away again.
The wind rolled up the curtain of the carriage, allowing Xie Zichen to see the young man outside from the carriage.
The moon-colored wide-sleeved gown and the half-rolled jade crown clearly appear to be in a hurry to drive the horse, but the man on the horse has a calm demeanor, as if he has a century-old heritage in it, so he just casually rides the horse. Extraordinarily charming.
Alai spat softly outside, and drove the carriage forward again. Xie Zichen stroked the jade pendant on his waist, thinking seriously about the name Wei Lan.
Changxinhou Mansion, Wei Lan...
He thought about it seriously.
Most of the marquises of Dachu were rewarded for the founding of the country, and the ancestor of Changxin Houfu was a famous general who had always been highly valued by the emperor. Only Chang Xinhou of this generation is dull, not sociable, and knows nothing but fighting. The emperor held a grudge for not helping the current emperor during the battle for the throne, so he was sent to guard the frontier fortress, and he never returned to Shengjing for more than ten years.
Later, Chang Xinhou died accidentally on the way back to Beijing. His son succeeded him and died of tuberculosis in less than two years. This Wei Yan was a picky eater, followed the prince, but was greedy in front of the third prince's traitor, and was lawless when he was the governor of the local area, so Xie Zichen, who was only the minister of the Ministry of punishment at that time, was beheaded. Changxinhou's Mansion never recovered...
However, this is also a matter of the previous life.
In this life, this son named Wei Lan did not repeat the same mistakes. He was born out of nowhere, and when he appeared in front of the world, he brought a lot of military achievements. It is said that he sneaked from Changxinhou Mansion to the frontier at the age of twelve, and then started as a soldier at the bottom. At the age of fourteen, he personally assassinated General Di Jie in a battle with Di Jie and won first-class military merit. known. A few days ago, he was summoned back from the frontier by the emperor.
Thinking of this, Xie Zichen suddenly opened his eyes, and said coldly, "Go home!"
"Ah?" Alai was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Yes, yes."
He thought about it, it must have been the young master's whim, he wanted to imitate those flirtatious young masters, and come up with an elegant thing in which he lost his interest and turned back halfway.
However, Xie Zichen in the carriage had only one thought.
- It's Wei Lan.
He has never been old with himself, does things cleanly, holds private soldiers, and has two uncles outside who are eyeing Chang Xinhou's position. It is said that the inner mansion is also a mess...
This person is hands-on, perfect for it!