After midnight, the tea and rice are cold.
There were many people gathered in Wen Chan's room, the candles flickered slightly, and the silence enveloped everyone, and no one took the initiative to break it.
Zhong Wenjin held back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back and sneezed, tears welling up in his eyes.
Wen Chan raised his eyes slightly, first glanced at Liang Yanbei, then at Xie Zhaoxue who clenched his fists, and always felt that he should say something to ease the atmosphere.
"It's just unreasonable." Xie Zhaoxue said in a calm voice, her face was extremely ugly, and veins appeared on her fists, "Tiger poison does not eat children, and that old thief from the Zhong family actually killed his son."
"I've heard that Prime Minister Zhong loves his son-in-law very much, but I never thought that it's all an illusion..." Liang Yanbei smacked his lips, sighed and shook his head, "It's really cruel."
Wen Chan was the only one who knew the truth about the Zhong family's affairs, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only be filled with righteous indignation at this time, "Zhong Guoyi is hypocritical and vicious, even if he treats his own son like this, let alone others, treat me like that. When I go back, I must tell my father, and I can't let such vicious people mess up the court again."
Zhong Wenjin lowered his head all the time, allowing others to insult his own father, but he didn't respond in any way, as if he had severed all ties to his father and brother.
However, only he himself knew, fortunately, Wen Chan was by his side to tell the cause and effect for him, if he spoke by himself, he might not be able to control his emotions.
The proud young master of the Zhong family doesn't want to cry in front of so many people.
"Zhong Wenjin, go back and pack your luggage now, we will leave for Beijing tomorrow." Xie Zhaoxue stretched out her hand to pull him.
Wen Chan hurriedly stopped him, "Wait a minute, Zhong Guoyi intends to kill him. If you take him back to Beijing now, wouldn't it be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?"
Xie Zhaoxue sneered, "Zhong Wenjin still has half of the blood of my Xie family. Although Zhong Guoyi covered the sky with one hand in the capital, he couldn't do anything to the person my Xie family wanted to protect."
Xie Zhaoxue's father, Xie Shengran, is the Secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He holds real power in his hands. He is not inferior to Prime Minister Zhong. It is just that Xie Shengran abides by the rules, never forms a party for personal gain, and is not as high-profile as Zhong Guoyi. Therefore, most people in the capital think that Zhong Guoyi is alone.
In recent years, Prime Minister Zhong's power has become too powerful, which has already caused the dissatisfaction of the nobles in the palace, not to mention the emperor. On the surface, he is still the emperor's favored minister, but secretly, the emperor promotes the Xie family and supports the Liang family. A seed to rival Chung's.
Zhong Wenjin would be safe if he hid in Xie's house, but...
"What reason do you want him to live in Xie's house?" Liang Yanbei asked a crucial question.
This is exactly what Wen Chan is worried about. Zhong Wenjin belongs to the Zhong family, even if he has a relationship with the Xie family, but if the Zhong family is an important person, there are naturally a hundred reasons for him to go back. Even if the Xie family wants to keep someone, Can't keep it either.
Xie Zhaoxue was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Then let him follow me back to Xie's house as a servant."
"It won't work." Wen Chan shook his head slightly, "Even if you can keep Zhong Wenjin from going out or showing his face, you can't stop the news from spreading. It's too risky."
"I have a solution." Liang Yanbei raised his brows lightly, glanced at Zhong Wenjin who was languid and said, "You pack up tonight, and leave for the capital tomorrow morning. I will handle the affairs here."
Xie Zhaoxue stood up and bowed to Liang Yanbei, "Brother Yanbei, please, I owe you a sum for this matter, and I will definitely repay it after the matter is settled."
"Why be polite, your family matters are important." He also stood up, put a hand on Zhong Wenjin's shoulder, and patted it lightly.
Zhong Wenjin raised his head slowly, his dark eyes were a little absent-minded, and he looked at Liang Yanbei weakly and helplessly.
Liang Yanbei smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the Zhong family will be taken away sooner or later."
Wen Chan was startled when he heard this, and thought to himself, are you consoling or stabbing? Even if Zhong Wenjin ended up in this situation, his surname is Zhong anyway!
He laughed to ease the atmosphere, "Zhong Wenjin, you can return to Beijing with peace of mind, the Xie family has real power, and it is more than enough to protect you. You should eat and drink, don't worry."
Afterwards, his tone changed, his beautiful eyes were covered with a serious look, and he said to Xie Zhaoxue, "After you go back, you must not take action against the Zhong family rashly. Everything should be compromised. We will discuss things after I go back."
Wen Chan seldom referred to himself as "My Palace" when speaking on weekdays, but at this time he deliberately emphasized these two words, in order to show Zhong Wenjin that he would stand by his side as the Wen family, as His Ninth Prince. around.
Originally, when he came to May Island, he came with the determination to die with God's Guidance, but after Zhong Wenjin suddenly appeared and let him know that Zhong Guoyi was also very likely to be reborn, he changed his mind.
If the Zhong family is not eliminated, even if he goes to hell, he will not be at peace.
"Your Highness Nine, this matter has nothing to do with the royal family, why do you have to go through this muddy water?" Xie Zhaoxue frowned.
"Since I have decided to intervene, there are naturally a thousand reasons, why do you need to ask again?" Wen Chan asked back.
Xie Zhaoxue wanted to say more, but Liang Yanbei interrupted, "Okay, let's stop here. There are too many people here, so it's not appropriate to talk about it. You go back to the capital first and then make plans."
Hearing that Liang Yanbei dialect had the meaning of driving people away, Xie Zhaoxue didn't say much more. After saying goodbye, he left Wen Chan's room with a frustrated Zhong Wenjin.
Liang Yanbei stretched his waist, and walked out thoughtfully with his eyes downcast.
"Liang Yanbei." Wen Chan suddenly called out to him when he stepped out of the threshold with one foot.
As soon as he turned his head, the pair of bright eyes hidden under the young man's delicate eyebrows finally stopped dodging, "What method are you talking about?"
The corner of Liang Yanbei's mouth twitched, and he smiled recklessly, "Master Wen wants to know?"
Wen Chan was originally very curious, but seeing his expression, he was afraid that Liang Yanbei would take the opportunity to make a request, so he suppressed his curiosity, "I just have nothing to do to ask."
"Since you don't want to know, forget it." Liang Yanbei really didn't say anything, shrugged and went out as if nothing had happened.
Wen Chan gritted his teeth secretly and stood there for a while.
"Young master..." until Ah Fu interrupted his thoughts, "The matter of the Zhong family..."
Ah Fu has been serving Wen Chan since he was a child. He knows that he is usually lazy and tired. The matter of the Zhong family is tantamount to causing trouble to the upper body.
"I have my own opinion, there is no need to worry." Wen Chan sighed and sat down feeling a little tired.
The Zhong family must be eliminated, and Zhong Wenjin must be protected. Others don't know that Wen Chan's heart is like a mirror.
"But… "
"Ah Fu, the young master has not eaten, so he must be hungry now, you and I will go find something to eat for the young master together." Qin Qi interrupted Ah Fu, and pulled him out who was still about to chatter.
Calligraphy saw Wen Chan's serious face, and said in a deep voice, "Young master, you don't have to worry too much, everything has its own destiny."
Wen Chan nodded when he heard the words, and right now the matter of God's return to religion is still the most important thing.
After Qinqi and Ah Fu hadn't left for a while, someone knocked on the door of Wen Chan's room, and brought in steaming meals, meat and vegetable soup, everything was missing.
Wen Chan thought to himself that Liang Yanbei ordered someone to bring it, so he didn't ask any more questions. He shared some with the calligraphy and painting and ate until his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.
After the servants removed all the empty dishes, Qinqi and Ah Fu hadn't returned yet, so Shuhua boiled hot water for Wen Chan to wash his face and feet, change his clothes and rest.
In summer, it is hot and sweltering. This is not a palace, and there are no ice cubes to cool down. Wen Chan took off his clothes and lay on the bed with his hands and feet wide open, exhaling hot breath.
Wen Chan didn't want to bother Shuhua to fan him, didn't say a word of complaint, closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep enduring the heat.
In the previous life, Wen Chan had frequent dreams, and every time he fell asleep, he would have dreams.
When his family was in trouble, most of his dreams were about Zhu Zhong’s family, killing bandits, and stabilizing Xiliang; after he became emperor, his dreams were mostly about Liang Yanbei, who killed the enemy with a long spear, and led thousands of troops Protecting the country, he was dressed in fiery red brocade to marry the bride... Scattered, never leaving him.
After rebirth, Wen Chan seldom has dreams, and often sleeps peacefully overnight.
A burst of refreshing coolness hits the face, instantly moistening everything like a spring breeze, driving away the sweltering heat on Wen Chan's body.
"Master Wen...Master Wen." A familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Wen Chan moved his eyeballs, before his spiritual consciousness was clear, a name took shape in his heart, and the voice continued to call him, gradually calling him out of his dream.
He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, the blurred vision gradually focused, and only then did he clearly see Liang Yanbei's face.
He was sitting by the bed, dressed in black and red clothes, holding a fan in his hand, fanning the wind non-stop.
Wen Chan was completely awake all of a sudden, sat up in fright, stepped back a little, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
He also stood up.
It was already high in the sun outside, Liang Yanbei was neatly dressed, with black hair and crown jade, and a pair of brocade boots fell under the golden sun, handsome and seductive.
He took two steps back, put away the folding fan, and his face was not as usual with a three-point smile, but now he was a little calm, "Master Wen, you change your clothes and wash up first, I have something important to tell you."
When Wen Chan woke up early in the morning, he was taken aback. He looked down and saw that his clothes were loose. He hurriedly called for Ah Fu, but was stopped by Liang Yanbei, "Master Wen, Ah Fu can't come for the time being, why don't I help you?" change clothes?"
As he said that, he was about to get the clothes hanging on the hanger at the side. Wen Chan quickly stood up from the bed and asked, "Where did Ah Fu go?"
"This is what I want to tell you." Liang Yanbei took the clothes, put them on the bed, and picked them out, "Which one should I wear first?"
"No need, I can wear it myself, you go out and wait for me." Hearing that it was about Ah Fu, and seeing that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were not there, he immediately had a bad feeling and drove Liang Yanbei out of the house first.
After hastily putting on his clothes, Wen Chan tied his hair with a wooden hairpin, washed his face casually, and hurried out.
As soon as I opened the door, I found that there were many people waiting outside the door.
Liang Yanbei turned his back to the door and turned his head when he heard the sound.
"What's going on? Why are you all here so early in the morning?" Wen Chan scanned the crowd, but he still didn't see his three little subordinates, feeling uneasy, thinking that what happened probably had something to do with them.
"Master Wen, Yao Yanming was found dead in his room early this morning." Situ Zhoulan's indifference was reduced by three points, and he took the initiative to talk to Wen Chan.
Wen Chan was a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't ignore it, and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"
Yao Yanming deliberately picked a meal to provoke a demonstration at noon yesterday, and he never thought that he would die in a blink of an eye. Although Wen Chan would not feel sorry for this kind of person, he was a little surprised.
"The Yao family thought it was your subordinates A Fu and Qin Qi who wanted to arrest him for interrogation, but Shu Hua tried to stop them, so the three of them were taken away together." Qiao Yanci continued.
"What?" Wen Chan's brows were furrowed, and his anger gradually rose. "It's unreasonable. Yao Yanming is such a villain. If you touch him, you will only get your hands dirty. It is absolutely impossible for Ah Fu and Qin Qi to do it."
He just fell asleep, and this kind of thing happened. After being shocked, Wen Chan suddenly realized that this matter was not simple.
It is said that Yao Yanming is Master Yao's most beloved son, and there was such a big conflict in the inn the day before yesterday, and now that he died, the most suspicious person naturally fell on Wen Chan's head.
How can there be such a coincidence that the front foot just had a big fight with Wen Chan and others, and the back foot died
While Wen Chan was still in deep thought, Shan Ke suddenly walked in quickly from the gate of the small courtyard, "Cousin, the Yao family brought people here and said they want to arrest Master Wen for interrogation!"