"Jingchen was attacked at the southwestern border." Emperor Hongzheng took a secret letter on the table and looked at him deeply.
"Brother Second Emperor, is he injured?" Jing Shao asked in shock. Seeing Emperor Hongzheng's calm appearance, he realized that his brother should have no worries about his life, so he calmed down a little.
Emperor Hongzheng narrowed his eyes and handed him the letter in his hand: "See for yourself."
Jing Shao quickly opened the thin piece of paper, brushed past the polite words, and hurriedly looked for the word "peace".
"...Fortunately, the guards given by the three emperors' younger brothers desperately protected each other, and my son is not in serious trouble. He will return to Beijing soon..." Seeing this line of words, Jing Shao breathed a sigh of relief, and then he read it again and returned the letter to his father. Emperor.
The meaning of the letter is that things have come to an end, and there are only a few words about the assassination, but with Jingchen's temperament, saying this, it must have been extremely dangerous at the time. Jing Shao slowly clenched his fists, if it was someone from the Southwest King's faction, he would definitely use another plan if he didn't get a single blow. The southwest is three thousand miles away from Beijing, and I don’t know what will happen along the way. Thinking of this, I just feel numb.
"Father, the mountains are 3,000 miles high and the road is far away. My son is bold, and I beg the father to bring a team of soldiers and horses to meet the second brother." Jing Shao knelt on the ground and said earnestly.
"Jingchen has said nothing, get up." Emperor Hongzheng sat back on the dragon chair, picked up the memorial on the table and started to review.
"Imperial Father!" Jing Shao refused to get up, not to mention that the King of Southwest, who has always done one thing or another, once this happened, maybe someone would take the opportunity to make a bad hand, anyway, it was the King of Southwest who took the blame.
After waiting for a long time, Emperor Hongzheng glanced at Jing Shao who was still kneeling, and sighed helplessly: "I have already sent someone!"
Hearing this, Jing Shaofang felt relieved. The fifty soldiers he sent to protect his brother will certainly still follow, and after this incident, they will show up, plus the people sent by the father, unless they blatantly send troops and horses to hunt down, there should be no more danger.
When Jing Shao left the imperial study, he was meeting An Xian, the personal eunuch of Emperor Hongzheng. He brought a little eunuch who was serving tea. It seemed that he had just come from the tea room. When he saw Jing Shao, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Eunuch An," Jing Shao smiled politely, "After so many years, I still do it myself."
"The emperor's daily life and diet are not sloppy at all. The slaves are always worried about these hairy children. They have to look at them everywhere and make the prince laugh." Perhaps because An Xian is always worried, he is not as blessed as an ordinary old eunuch. , walking is also a gust of wind.
The people outside the imperial study room had many eyes, and it was not easy to inquire about anything, so Jing Shao left after saying a few words.
"I'm almost 20 years old. Except for leading troops to fight, I can't think about anything else." Emperor Hongzheng took a sip of the tea ceremony made by An Xian.
An Xian carefully glanced at the emperor's expression and said with a smile, "Don't the emperor just like the straightforwardness of the prince?"
Emperor Hongzheng put down the tea cup and hooked his lips slightly: "It's a lover." He didn't tell Jing Shao that the assassins killed all of them and committed suicide, and could not find any clues. If Jing Shao asked who did the assassination first, then he would not be able to escape the suspicion. Fortunately, this son did not let himself down. Although he is often angry like a child, he has no intention of harming his siblings.
When Jing Shao went out of the palace gate, he saw two carriages heading towards the side gate. He thought that there were female relatives entering the palace, and he didn't care, and rode Xiao Hei back to the palace.
Those two were the carriages of the Beiweihou Mansion and the Duke Mao's Mansion.
"The dog is ignorant. I hurt the prince the day before yesterday. I don't know if it's better now?" Mrs. Mao Guogong said with a chuckle, but the expression on her face was not at all apologetic.
"What happened a few days ago, did Madam only know about it the day before yesterday?" Madam Beiweihou looked at her coldly. The prince of Maoguo injured Mu Lingbao, so he accompanies him verbally. After so many days, their palace Not even a servant was sent over to visit, so it was obvious that he was bullying.
As soon as the two met, they began to confront each other, and the two young ladies standing behind them also looked at each other quietly.
Jingshao returned to the palace, and before noon, he entered Dongyuan, and Duofu greeted him with a bitter face: "My lord, the princess has not woken up, and the servants did not dare to disturb anyone."
When Jing Shao saw his fat white and tender face wrinkled together, he couldn't help laughing at him and said, "Aren't you in charge of everything in the inner house before? Who do you show this face to?"
"I don't know what the lord does. This inner house is now under the control of the wangfei, and the daily affairs are more than twice as many as before. The servants have a headache looking at the account book." Duofu really admires the princess. There are so many accounts and affairs every day, Even Almighty can distinguish clearly, and the problematic accounts can be seen at a glance. Now the stewards don't dare to fool them. In retrospect, they are all details.
"You're just getting used to it, look at An Xian, he doesn't have this fat." Jing Shao said that he had already reached the door of the bedroom, waved his hand to stop Duofu, who wanted to continue complaining, and softly pushed the door in.
The windows in the house are closed, the light is much darker than the outside, the light blue curtains are closed, and the beautiful scenery inside the bed cannot be seen.
Jing Shao changed his court clothes and slowly opened the curtain. The person on the bed was sleeping peacefully, with one arm draped over the quilt, revealing half of his shoulders, and his fair skin was marked with red marks, which was really alluring. He climbed into the bed, tucked his cold arm back into the quilt, lay beside him, put the quilt into his arms, and kissed the sleeping handsome face.
Mu Hanzhang frowned and slowly opened his hazy eyes: "You're back..." The slow tone, with the nasal tone of just waking up, was very cute.
Stealing a fragrance on the swollen lips, Jing Shao hugged him again: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Mu Hanzhang slowly came to his senses, his body's fatigue was getting better, but there was still some soreness in his waist and thigh, he looked up at the person who was holding him, and moved his head on his shoulder to find a comfortable position: "The waist is a little bit sore. sore."
Jing Shao was stunned for a while, Jun Qing is... acting like a spoiled child? Jing Shao, who finally digested this fact, immediately sat up, letting his princess lie on his chest, and kneading his waist through the quilt.
The powerful big hand, pinched across the quilt, was just right, relieved the pain after a while, very comfortable. Mu Hanzhang couldn't help squinting his eyes, and quietly hooked his lips at an angle that Jingshao couldn't see.
"Brother was assassinated," Jing Shao told him about today's events while rubbing. "Do you think he is the King of Southwest China?"
Mu Hanzhang frowned and said after a moment of silence, "No."
"Why?" On the way back, Jing Shao carefully sorted out what happened at this time in his previous life. At that time, he was fighting the southern barbarians in Yunnan and Tibet, but he still knew about the important events in the DPRK and China, and he had never heard of the assassination of the imperial envoy. thing.
"The fact that the tribute was robbed was inherently strange, and the King of Southwest would openly mention this just because he knew the situation in Yunnan and Tibet." Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes and said, "He just wanted to reduce the tribute, and I don't want to go to war."
Jing Shao's kneaded hand paused for a while, and he was stunned by wearing all the recent events. Because the southwest is close to Yunnan and Tibet, the Southwest King knows the situation of the Nanman the most. He knows that the imperial court is likely to ask him to send troops to attack the Nanman. The King of Southwest who does not want to suffer losses will first find a reason to reduce the tribute. If the court asks him to send troops, he will use this. As a condition, if he is not allowed to send troops, he will make up the tribute.
If it wasn't that the King of Southwest was the killer, but his two brothers wanted to fish in troubled waters, this matter would be easy to handle. As long as they left the Southwest, they wouldn't dare to take the risk. but…
Since Jun Qing can see it, then the royal father must have seen it clearly, and called him to the imperial study today... Thinking of this, Jing Shao couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, the royal father was testing him!
Seeing his wry smile, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "What you said today, the father and the emperor will not be suspicious."
Jing Shao lowered his head, saw his arms looking at him with worry, leaned over and kissed those beautiful eyes: "I'm fine." The so-called father emperor, in fact, should be called the emperor father, no matter when, he is the emperor first. , father again! After suffering the loss of a lifetime, this lifetime should have woken up long ago.
The next day, Beiweihoufu sent someone to deliver the melons from the northwest.
"It's very strange that Mrs. Beiweihou will give us melons." Jing Shao squeezed a piece of cut melons. The melons grown in the northwest ripened earlier and were larger than those in the Central Plains, and they tasted very sweet. The military power of Beiweihou was in the northwest, where he bought a lot of land to grow melons and fruits.
"I heard from the servant who delivered the melon that my mother came back from the palace yesterday, and the smile on her face never ceased." Mu Hanzhang handed him a bamboo stick, and he couldn't help evoking a sneer when talking about the unrepentant first-mother.
The queen rewarded Miss Mu's family with a pair of jade bracelets, but she only rewarded Miss Mao's public family with a purse. Mrs. Du felt that most of the four princes' concubines belonged to her own daughters. It happened that the melons from the northwest had arrived, so she was in a good mood. sent them some.
"How do you know this?" Jing Shao was given a look at his wet fingertips by his princess, so he had to wipe his hands and eat with a bamboo stick.
"There is that quick-talking third aunt, and now I'm afraid everyone in Beiweihou Mansion knows about it." Mu Hanzhang sighed, the servant who sent the melon was familiar with Lanting, and when he saw her, he kept saying this. If things go on like this, within three days, everyone in the capital will know that Miss Mu's family is going to be the fourth concubine.
"Your third aunt is really a person. Next time you want to spread rumors about Jing Yu, let her do it!" Jing Shao couldn't help laughing, these three ladies must have hatred against Mrs. Beiweihou.
"Nonsense again." Mu Hanzhang shook his head helplessly, but thinking about it, the third aunt couldn't say it, it was really intentional. If Mu Xianxian could marry the fourth prince, it would be fine, at most people would say that Mrs. Beiweihou was ostentatious;