"Grandpa, what are you doing here!"
Hearing Yu's bluffing voice rang in his ears, Jiang Tangzhou felt cold.
In the past few days, the temperature in Kyoto has dropped again, and he can no longer bear it in only single clothes. In the past few days, he has changed into thicker clothes, and his health is also weaker. Every year when winter comes, his health becomes very bad, he always coughs, has a fever, and sometimes he can't even get out of bed.
The temperature here in Kyoto is hotter than that in Qinguo, which makes people feel more comfortable.
Ting Yu put on a thick coat for Jiang Tangzhou, and Jiang Tangzhou wrapped himself up, saying: "Staying in the house is boring, so I came out to have a look."
"Then you don't have to run so far!" Ting Yu looked across the river and said, "It's strange to say that, I heard that there are many people in the Pingfeng courtyard, but we have been in the Prince's Mansion for so long, and we really haven't seen it." Seeing the few people there, the one I was most impressed with was the man in red I saw last time, but he rarely appeared in the courtyard."
Jiang Tangzhou nodded: "It's really strange, and I've never seen the people there."
As soon as the two finished talking, they heard the sound of someone blowing the flute from across the river. Ting Yu glanced at it and said excitedly: "The man in red is playing the flute on the opposite side! He seems to be watching our side."
Jiang Tangzhou couldn't see anything, and when Ting Yu said this, he just smiled: "Maybe he is also very curious about me."
"It should be." Ting Yu nodded and said, "After all, you are the main wife."
"Pfft—" Jiang Tangzhou was taken aback by Ting Yu's bold speech, and coughed several times before saying, "You girl, you should be more careful when you speak."
Ting Yu stuck out his tongue, and went to look across the river, only to find that Xiao Sheng was still there, but he was gone.
Just as Ting Yu was about to speak, Jiang Tangzhou frowned and asked, "Who's here?"
Looking to one side, the man in red who was playing the flute on the other side of the river just now appeared so abruptly in front of his eyes, Ting Yu was so frightened that he subconsciously backed away, and said in a trembling voice: "It's the one who is due to meet you." Courtyard man."
Jiang Tangzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "It's him?"
"Yeah." Ting Yu nodded quickly, "It seems that they are here for you, Grandpa."
On the contrary, Jiang Tangzhou became a little curious, listened to the voice and argued, looked in that direction and said, "Are you here to see me?"
The man took a few steps closer, stopped about a foot away from Jiangtang Zhou, and said, "Are you King Qin Guozhen?"
"Yeah." Jiang Tangzhou nodded, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing." The man in red looked at him and said, "I just saw you spying on me here, so I came here to see who it is."
Jiang Tangzhou was a little embarrassed by what he said, so he smiled and said, "I think your voice is very nice, so I came here to appreciate it."
"Oh." The man didn't seem to care much about what he was standing here for, and it wasn't like hearing Yu said that he was going to come and show off. He just wanted to see who was standing here.
After knowing it, the man in red didn't say anything more, turned around and walked to Pingfengyuan again.
But the moment he turned around, a very faint smell entered his nostrils, Jiang Tangzhou frowned, and asked in a low voice: "Ting Yu, do you think the smell on him is very familiar?"
Ting Yu was stunned for a moment: "No."
"He has a very faint sandalwood scent." Jiang Tangzhou lowered his eyes, revealing a thoughtful look, "Yin Wenzheng has this scent."
Hearing Yu paused, and then said with a complicated expression: "Isn't that normal... He is one of the three thousand beauties in the prince's harem. The two have similar smells, aren't they quite..."
"That's not what I meant," Jiang Tangzhou sighed, "Do you still remember that we met the person who asked Jiange once in the inn outside the desert of the dead? In fact, at that time, I felt that the person who asked Jiange had something It smells like sandalwood."
Ting Yu was stunned for a moment: "But that Asking Sword Pavilion is not..."
"Forget it," Jiang Tangzhou shook his head, and didn't continue to think about it. "Maybe I'm thinking too much."
...
In the evening, when Yin Wenzheng came back, the first thing he did was to visit Pingfengyuan.
Yan Qing fetched washing water for Jiang Tangzhou, poured it all under the tree after using it, raised her head and saw a figure standing there, screamed in shock, Yin Wenzheng covered her mouth all at once.
Only then did Yan Qing calm down, and said, "Prince, I will report to you now."
"No need." Yin Wenzheng shook his head lightly, "I'm just passing by."
Yan Qing let out an "oh", and looked back subconsciously. Yin Wenzheng stood still for half a stick of incense before raising his feet to leave. Who would have thought that the next second, Jiang Tangzhou would push open the door and stand out wearing a thick coat, his face made even more so by the snow-like coat. pale.
He asked, "Why don't you come in?"
Yin Wenzheng's smell was particularly strong today.
Probably because he has only been to Pingfengyuan before.
There was a heater in the room, so it was not so cold. As soon as the door was closed, Yin Wenzheng stretched out his hand to help Jiang Tangzhou unbutton his coat. He was only wearing a thin layer of unlined clothing, and his exposed wrists seemed too slender, and the back of his hand was too thin. Bloodless.
The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, so Yin Wenzheng didn't know that Jiang Tangzhou's complexion was so bad recently.
"Are you sick?" Yin Wenzheng frowned, and rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips.
"It's not that I'm sick." Jiang Tangzhou smiled, covered his lips and coughed twice, and said, "It's been like this since I was a child, and in winter, my health will be worse, but it's not that I can't survive the winter. Wait for the spring Now, your body will be better."
"Why?"
"What why?" Jiang Tangzhou froze for a moment.
"Why are you in such poor health?" Yin Wenzheng frowned, seeing his pale face, felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
"A problem brought out from the mother's womb." Jiang Tangzhou lowered his head, playing with the chess pieces in his hand, "Come with me for the next game."
"good."
The Jiang Tangzhou game was halfway through again, Yin Wenzheng refused to continue playing, so he disrupted all the chess pieces and started a new game.
Jiang Tangzhou had to touch the bottom and bottom, so after a game of chess, he had to go there in the middle of the night. Yin Wenzheng wasn't in a hurry or annoyed, and just stayed with him quietly until the caller knocked three times, Yin Wenzheng yawned, and Jiang Tangzhou said: "Why don't you go back and rest first, and wait until tomorrow Continue this game of chess."
Yin Wenzheng smiled and said, "I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you tomorrow."
In fact, since the afternoon, Jiang Tangzhou also had a strange intuition—he felt that something was going to happen in this capital.
Especially in the evening when it gets dark very early, the haze almost envelopes the entire capital of Kyoto.
"You set up the game?" Jiang Tangzhou stopped his movements and raised his head to look at him.
"Yeah." Yin Wenzheng said without any emotion, "This move should have been gone long ago."
Jiang Tangzhou paused, played a few more chess pieces, and then continued: "I heard from Yan Qing that the third prince checked out a few insignificant people in Chuinan City and sent them back to the capital, and those refugees didn't know how to get back. It disappeared completely from Kyoto overnight."
Yin Wenzheng curled the corners of his mouth, sneered, and his eyes suddenly became stern: "In Lincheng, a hundred miles away from the capital, there was an additional mass grave overnight."
With a "click", the chess piece in Jiang Tangzhou's hand fell to the ground. He calmed down, picked up the chess piece, and placed it at the position he had just wanted to play.
"I won't let the fire reach the Prince's Mansion," Yin Wenzheng stretched out his hand, the chess piece covered the back of Jiang Tangzhou's hand, and the hot palm covered his pale and cold back, "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried." Jiang Tangzhou shook his head.
"It's just that I'm destined to not be able to sleep tonight." Yin Wenzheng closed his eyes and then opened them again, "So let's play this game of chess to the end."
When daylight broke, Yin Wenzheng played a chess piece, which defeated Jiang Tangzhou's army.
Jiang Tangzhou raised his head and said, "I lost."
At the same time, there was a loud knock on the door, and the news that Yin Wenzheng had been waiting for all night finally reached his ears. The eunuch who summoned him rolled on the ground, panting heavily, and shouted: "Your Majesty is assassinated! Your Highness the Crown Prince, please!" Hurry back to the palace!"
At the same time, Ling Yingchong, who was asleep in the Fourth Prince's Mansion, was also dragged up and rushed to the palace as fast as possible.
In the palace, Emperor Ling Yu, who was seriously injured, clutched his chest, coughed violently while raising the jade seal in his hand, and said angrily: "Pass down my imperial decree, let Lu Yanfeng return to Beijing as quickly as possible!"
A bloody horse gallops through the red walls and green tiles, through the night, through the world that has not yet woken up, and gallops towards the border.
...
Yin Wenzheng changed into a dark gray official robe, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he had just woken up, and rode his horse to the palace.
Jiang Tangzhou was wrapped in a cloak, and looked at the darkness ahead, and the sound of horseshoes in his ears became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.
"Master, let's go back to the room and rest first." Ting Yu supported Jiang Tangzhou's wrist, "Master, there is no need to worry too much. I heard that although the assassin seriously injured His Majesty, he did not hurt any vital parts, and his life was not in danger."
"Is the light on outside?" Jiang Tangzhou faintly saw the bright yellow.
"Yeah." Ting Yu took a look and said, "Suddenly the lights are bright."
"Kyoto can't calm down anymore." Jiang Tangzhou stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Help me back."
Ting Yu led Jiang Tangzhou to the inner courtyard step by step.
Jiang Tangzhou sat by the end of the chess game, touched the situation over and over again with his hands, thought about the replay, and thought about how he should go just now, so as to avoid the army of General Yin Wenzheng in the end, but he soon discovered that , as early as the very beginning, he was in a dead end.
Yin Wenzheng has the talent of a general and the appearance of an emperor, so it might be the best choice for him to be the emperor of Daheng.
It's just that Jiang Tangzhou couldn't help but think of the mass grave that popped up overnight in Lin City.