Rong Tang felt that he had not learned his lesson. If the system still lived in his head, it would probably scold him ten times a day.
But none of them were there, none of them could be seen, so Tangtang started to commit suicide over and over again.
When he woke up the next day, Rong Tang looked at the sunlight outside the yard and began to ponder how he had pushed his bottom line back step by step, to the point where he almost died in the carriage
Outdoors, on top, taking the initiative... every bit of it was terrifying, and Su Huaijing was also incredibly fierce.
Rong Tang thought to himself, I don’t think I have ever made him hungry, so how could he be so fierce
When he was getting dressed in the morning, he even saw several overlapping finger marks on his waist.
—The big villain seemed to have forgotten what reason was and kept asking for it again and again. He delayed them for half an hour. Rong Tang felt that they were almost going to die on the gradually quiet street of Yujing, and were escorted back to the government office by the patrolling Jinwu Guards.
Young Master Rong stood under the eaves, feeling the early summer breeze. He felt a little regretful in a trance and began to reflect deeply.
After reflecting on himself, he returned to his study. He felt a little sore, but his mood was not too bad. He did not plan to copy the sutras, but just glanced around the bookshelf, preparing to pick out a newly bought storybook to read.
Then he turned around and happened to catch a glimpse of a brocade box on the treasure pavilion, which contained the painting that Huimian had given him before.
Rong Tang thought about it, put down the book and opened the box.
The early summer sunshine scatters through the wooden window frames, cicadas chirp under the trees, time is leisurely and quiet, and the surroundings are pleasant.
A thin young man stood in front of Duobao Pavilion and unfolded the scroll. The light was projected onto the ancient Buddha statue. Rong Tang saw a little stamen blooming on the lotus platform behind the ink portrait.
He stared at the lotus platform for a long time without moving.
He was sure that at first it was just a bud, and there had never been any green or pink color on the tip.
Now, this little bit of color appears out of nowhere, embellishing the entire ink painting.
Rong Tang looked at it for a while and put the Buddha statue back into the box.
As the summer days get longer outside, the ivy covers the courtyard walls.
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After the Dragon Boat Festival, Sheng Chengxing paid the price for his outspokenness.
First, Concubine Hui was reprimanded by Emperor Renshou for her domineering and jealous behavior in the palace. Later, Marshal Xia's grandson and Sheng Chengxing's cousin were impeached and demoted, and the power of the Third Prince's party was weakened.
But fortunately, he still has a younger brother who "carries the mission of heaven". After the Sixth Prince entered the court to govern the country, to some extent, he was both Sheng Chengxing's opponent and his helper, so the Third Prince could be maintained in the short term.
Rong Tang wandered between Tang Jing's residence and Mu Mansion, and occasionally went to the suburbs of Beijing to visit his grandmother and Wang Xiu Yu, and his days passed one by one.
Ke Hongxue wanted to squeeze him for words whenever he had the chance, but with a businessman's mindset, he always thought that since he was so "prescient", he might as well make more use of him.
Although they were all insignificant little things, they would often be retaliated by Su Huaijing soon after they were uncovered.
But Ke Hongxue still dared.
Master Ke stood under the clear summer sky of the capital, watching Yuanyuan catching crickets in the yard, and asked Rong Tang, "What do you think Sheng Chengxing will suffer this time?"
Rong Tang glanced at him and his eyes fell on Mu Jingxu, who was handling official business behind the study window.
Ke Hongxue laughed instantly: "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
Rong Tang shook his head and said calmly, "I just suddenly realized that you seem to have never fully addressed Sheng Chengxing as the Third Prince."
Ke Hongxue was slightly stunned. Before he could say anything, Rong Tang answered his previous question: "Sheng Chengxing is a prince after all. It is well known that he is a playboy in the imperial city. This incident is a minor one. No one will impeach him, and no one will really bring it up with Concubine Shu. The loss to him is just the emperor's displeasure for a short period of time."
"Do you think no one will extend this idea?" Ke Hongxue asked him.
Rong Tang shook his head: "Since we have set up the game, we must use it to the fullest."
He said: "The Queen left the banquet because the Eighth Prince suddenly had a high fever. The reason why she wanted to include the young prince in this plot was, firstly, to use the Queen's hand to lure out the poison from that year, and secondly, she probably wanted to kill her younger brother."
"The Third Prince's slip of the tongue at the banquet has angered the Emperor and implicated Imperial Concubine Hui. With Imperial Concubine's arrogant personality, she will definitely not accept this loss. It will surely cause unrest in the entire palace. Her words may be inappropriate. At this time, if you bring up the hidden story of the deaths of Concubine Shu and the First Prince, His Majesty will be annoyed and the Empress will be exhausted. Concubine Yi—Yi promised that she would most likely counterattack and catch Imperial Concubine Hui off guard."
Ke Hongxue raised her eyebrows and continued, "The mastermind behind this was originally Concubine Yi, so she knows better how to frame him. This move can firstly suppress Concubine Hui who always suppresses her, secondly, she has a chance to regain favor, and thirdly, if the Eighth Prince gets into trouble in this incident, she may be able to find a way to bring her own son back to her care."
Rong Tang nodded and took a sip of tea.
Ke Hongxue smiled and said, "All of these require careful planning. A single slip of the tongue in front of the emperor would not cause so many accidents, but if it is carefully planned, the three empresses and their three princes will all be calculated. First, use Concubine Hui to make the matter bigger, and then spread the information about the poisonous grass from the empress's palace to arouse the emperor's suspicion and alienate the emperor and empress; then point the finger at Concubine Hui, so that she will do her best to prove her innocence and find out the real culprit."
"He was able to redress my mother's injustice without any effort, suppress other princes, and portray himself as a pitiful little prince. I have to say that our Fifth Prince is so scheming that it's frightening."
Ke Hongxue smiled softly, as if she had already acquiesced that Sheng Chengli was fully capable of accomplishing the above things.
But he still asked, "Does the prince intend to intervene?"
Yuanyuan caught a cricket and was excitedly putting it in a bamboo tube and was about to run out to play cricket fighting with the little neighbor brother he had met a few days ago.
Rong Tang reminded him to be careful, then shook his head: "I don't plan to."
Ke Hongxue was a little surprised: "Why?"
Rong Tang said casually: "Your Majesty will also be harmed by this series of conspiracies and will be exhausted."
He remembered very clearly that after the cases of the previous two concubines were rehabilitated, Emperor Renshou fell seriously ill.
Although it was the turn of autumn and winter, and people were more likely to get sick than in summer, Rong Tang believed that with Sheng Chengli, the "son of luck", this plot would still be triggered in this life, allowing him to further gain the emperor's trust during his illness.
What he said was truthful and calm. Ke Hongxue looked at him for a few seconds and did not try to persuade him any further.
The summer breeze blew through the eaves, and a young man was sitting by the window with a pen and paper, looking elegant.
Ke Hongxue suppressed her smile and said softly, "Because I have seen the most wantonly blooming flower, any mud that dares to get close to it seems particularly ridiculous."
He just felt that Sheng Chengxing was not worthy.
Rong Tang chuckled when he heard this, and sat in the yard for a while. Then, considering the weather, he returned to Yong'an Lane.
Everything he said to Ke Hongxue was true, but it concealed some deeper real intentions.
Rong Tang sat in the car, listening to the hustle and bustle on the long street, looking at the two clouds competing in his mind, and a bit of hostility gradually emerged between his brows.
Almost the entire body of the pixel man was "taken back" by the gray fog, leaving a gap in the black part. He saw the vague outline of Yu Jing gradually emerging and sliding under the fog on the other side.
Rong Tang wondered, why should he stop Sheng Chengli
Su Huaijing wants to stop him. That is the mutual hostility between the villain and the hero in the story. It is a requirement of the plot and it is the "hardening" that the hero should endure in the process of growth.
Why did he stop it
Not only did he not want to stop it, he couldn't wait to see Sheng Chengli follow the plot line step by step until the day when he became more mature. If possible, Rong Tang was even willing to help him.
He wanted to see with his own eyes the ending that he had never seen in his previous two lives, and he also wanted to understand how to correct the "order" of this wrong and chaotic world.
There is no order at all, it's just a pool of turbulent water, and it's terrible from top to bottom.
He really wanted to see the even more bizarre "Son of Heaven" in this bizarre world being completely defeated by Su Huaijing once again.
Rong Tang opened his eyes and sat in the carriage. No one noticed the indifference and murderousness in his eyes, and no one saw that behind him seemed to be lotus flowers stained with blood.
-
One day in late May, a carriage stopped at Yong'an Lane and unloaded a basket of lychees into Tang Jing's house.
Sheng Chengming did not go to Longxi or Shu, nor did he go to Jiangnan. His final fief was in Lingnan, a barren place thousands of miles away from the capital, but rich in fruits and vegetables.
The lychees were ripe, and Sheng Chengming sent people to Beijing to pay tribute, and specifically asked them to leave a basket to be sent to Rong Tang's mansion.
Although it is not as good as the tribute, it is also extremely precious.
Rong Tang was lying on a small couch in the yard to enjoy the cool air, while Su Huaijing was sitting beside him peeling lychees for him. He peeled the shells and cored the lychees one by one, and placed them in a clean and clear jade bowl, allowing Rong Tang to pick and eat.
Rong Tang asked: "Has Prince Rui received any news?"
From the fifth day of May to the end of May, there were more than twenty days, which was enough time for Sheng Chengli to plan the whole plan. It would probably take only three or two days for Concubine Yi to be executed. He was worried that Sheng Chengming wanted to ask Su Huaijing to save his mother.
Unexpectedly, Su Huaijing shook his head and whispered, "He just wants me to keep the body of Concubine Yi intact and bury her decently."
Rong Tang was surprised: "You reached into the palace?"
Su Huaijing asked back: "How else do you think Tangtang was able to get Sheng Chengming to leave Jiangnan in just a few days?"
Rong Tang was stunned, and once again realized how terrifying the person next to him was.
At that time, he had not even entered the court, but he was already able to influence the emperor's mind.
Rong Tang bit a lychee, looked at the mottled light and shadows between the leaves, and murmured softly: "It's been two years."
Su Huaijing instantly became alert, grabbed Rong Tang's hand, and said in a low voice: "Tang Tang."
Rong Tang came back to his senses, suddenly laughed, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I don't want to chase you for time. I just think you are too much trouble."
If he said one wrong thing, he might get fucked to death on the bed before the end. He would not do such a stupid thing.
Su Huaijing's expression turned even worse: "Tangtang dislikes me now?"
Rong Tang glared at him and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child. I won't fall for it."
Su Huaijing: “…”
She said she didn't want to eat, but at night she was still pestered by him. She was exhausted and had to coax him: "I don't dislike you—"
Rong Tang looked at the desire in Su Huaijing's eyes and swallowed the second half of his words: But you are really good at making trouble.
(End of this chapter)