The "big things" in A Fu's mouth can be big or small, but at this time his face is full of fear, and Wen Chan can't help but get nervous.
"Let's go in first," he said.
The two passed through the palace courtyard and entered the main hall. After closing the door, Ah Fu said in a panic, "Your Highness, you are not here today, and the servant received lunch according to the time, but after using those meals, three people went to the palace one after another... "
There was a gloomy expression between Wen Chan's brows, "Someone poisoned the food?"
Ah Fu nodded, his voice trembling, "If the slave didn't delay for a while, he would probably follow along now..."
To take a step back, if Liang Yanbei hadn't invited him to Heyuelou for dinner after the sacrifice, then Wen Chan would definitely eat those lunches after he came back, but every dish will be strictly inspected, and it is impossible not to find out poisonous.
If the poisoner wants to poison him to death, he must ensure that the poison in the food is not detected. This is common sense in the palace. He is confident that those poisons will not be detected.
Wen Chan thought about it carefully, and really couldn't think of anyone else who could harm him.
The Zhong family outside the palace, or Concubine Mei inside the palace.
But the assassination they arranged a few days ago failed, would they really be so stupid as to startle the snake now
Not sure, what if they were really that stupid.
Wen Chan pondered for a long time, and said to Ah Fu, "You dealt with the poisoned person secretly, and publicized this matter as usual, the bigger the better."
Ah Fu nodded and said, "Your Highness, there are always people taking advantage of loopholes to harm you, what should I do?"
"Don't panic, I'm in the open, the enemy is in the dark, first stabilize your position and then talk about other things."
Ah Fu seemed to understand but half understood, "Your Highness is right."
The assassination turmoil had just subsided, and rumors of poisoning arose again, and the Ninth Prince was murdered repeatedly, which became a hot topic of discussion among people in the capital.
Some people said that the Ninth Prince was used to being lazy in his daily life, and he did this because he offended someone.
Some people say that the Ninth Prince is too good-for-nothing, who doesn't even have the ability to protect himself in the deep palace.
Some people guessed that this was because the emperor wanted to abandon him because he saw that the Ninth Prince was incapable of writing.
But anyone who is older knows that when His Highness the Ninth Prince was born more than ten years ago, the natural disaster of "Eastern Drought and Southern Flood" suffered by Xiliang, His Highness Ninth Prince's life was tied to Xiliang, which killed He, there is no guarantee that Xiliang will be punished by God.
So the last guess, everyone felt that it was not true.
The black hands twice in a row frightened His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince. After the emperor finished the sacrifice, he ran to cry and complained. It was rumored that he cried so hard that he begged the emperor to save his life.
Although the emperor didn't love him very much, he was his own son and had a special status, so he immediately ordered a thorough investigation, and at the same time sent a large number of guards to strictly check all aspects of food, clothing, and clothing.
The people in the capital are laughing at him, for a prince who is almost young and weak, if he is scared to death just because of these trivial things, his life is over.
After hearing some rumors, Ah Fu returned to the hall angrily, "Your Highness, those tricksters are too hateful, you should send someone to reward each of them with dozens of boards."
Wen Chan was teasing the bird leisurely, and said in a casual tone, "Isn't that good, the louder they talk, the better it is for me."
He has been shrunk in the bedroom these days, playing the role of the Ninth Prince who is scared out of his wits.
"The slave is stupid, and really doesn't understand what His Highness means."
"Do you know when the counterattack is most likely to be successful and the most enjoyable?" Wen Chan asked back.
"Take advantage of his illness to kill him?" Ah Fu tried to answer.
"No." Wen Chan shook his head, "It's when the opponent thinks you have no ability to fight back. The opponent's carelessness and surprise can be fatal."
"What does His Highness mean to make the other party feel that you can do nothing but be afraid and seek the protection of the Holy One?"
"The more I act scared, the more they think I'm easy to bully. These false appearances can deceive them and become the key to defeating them."
Wen Chan knew that in this game, he already had the upper hand, even if he was black-handed twice.
Earlier in May Island, when Wen Chan learned that Zhong Guoyi and Zhong Wenting were also reborn, he had already taken the lead. No matter how dark he was, the Zhong family was in the light.
After the demise of God's Guild, the Zhong family's weapon was broken, and now they were unarmed. They had to either find a new sword, or use their bare hands.
But Wen Chan didn't want to give them this chance.
"When does Your Highness want to fight back?" Ah Fu asked in a low voice.
Wen Chan thought for a while, then smiled, "I remember, it will be Father's birthday in a few days?"
Ah Fu said, "There are still four days."
Wen Chan's eyes flickered slightly, "Then wait and see the good show."
A lot of guards and secret guards were added around Xiyang Palace. Although Wen Chan's environment was guaranteed absolute safety, Liang Yanbei was blocked out because of this, and Wen Chan couldn't come out, so he couldn't contact anyone.
So the clever Liang Yanbei wanted to quietly fly a kite around the Xiyang Palace, with two big characters written on the kite - Beibei.
It's so obvious that Wen Chan must be able to understand it at a glance.
But things backfired. Liang Yanbei was ready for everything, but the east wind was missing. He waited for a long time, but he was able to wait for the wind to bring the kite up.
Persevering for three days in a row, he finally got the wind, finally let go of the kite carrying his hope, and waited with great anticipation for the response from the people in Xiyang Palace.
On a clear and sunny day, Wen Chan sat leisurely in the courtyard and saw a kite slowly floating in the sky, slanting into the sky, flying very high.
Wen Chan squinted his eyes, and called Ah Fu over, "I dare to fly a kite around Xiyang Palace without fear of death, and shoot it down."
Ah Fu got the order, found Qinqi, and shot the kite.
Once hit by an arrow, the kite lost its balance and fell crookedly to the ground.
Liang Yanbei just watched his hope fall relentlessly, he was stunned for a while, and jumped off the roof to pick it up.
With Wen Chan's arrow, not only did he not see the words on the kite, but even Liang Yanbei did not find the wreckage of the kite, and returned empty-handed.
Liang Yanbei always believed that Wen Chan was very smart, but he just failed to match his point.
But it doesn't matter, there is one day before the emperor's birthday, when the emperor held a banquet in the palace, Liang Yanbei naturally wanted to attend, and he should be able to see His Royal Highness Ninth Palace on that day.
Xie Fu.
Zhong Wenjin was in a good mood, humming a little tune and wandering around in Xie's garden, stopping from time to time to smell the flowers by the roadside.
When he walked to the center, he found a girl hiding behind the flowers in front of him.
The girl was wearing the clothes of a servant of Xie's mansion, her hairpin was plain, and she was sneaky.
Zhong Wenjin stepped lightly, walked over quietly, suddenly put a palm on the girl's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice deliberately, "What are you peeking at?"
The girl trembled in fright and looked back in horror. The two of them met their eyes and took a step back at the same time.
Zhong Wenjin was as shocked as the person in front of him, pointed at the person and looked up and down three times, "You...you..."
This girl is none other than Ding Ziyun whom I met a few days ago. I haven't seen her for half a month, but she actually ran to Xie's house to be a servant!
However, Ding Ziyun didn't know that the person in front of him was Zhong Wenjin. He only recognized him as the son who had been handling the case with Xie Zhaoxue before, so he quickly bowed his head and saluted.
Zhong Wenjin knew what Ding Ziyun was thinking, and frowned fiercely, "You are a good girl, what are you doing now?!"
Ding Ziyun was taken aback by his appearance, and said in a low voice, "My lord, my servant suffered an accident at home a few days ago, and this is the only way to make a living."
"You're lying." Zhong Wenjin sneered, he knew that Ding Ziyun's embroidery work was very good, even if he didn't find an embroiderer's job, he could embroider things at home and sell them, and he would earn more money than a servant.
"Are you still thinking of climbing on Xie Zhaoxue's bed?" Zhong Wenjin's voice was cold and hard, and Ding Ziyun's body trembled.
This sentence seemed to poke her heart directly. She looked at Zhong Wenjin in disbelief, and said with a pale face, "I, I... I don't dare."
"Don't you dare?" Zhong Wenjin took a step forward and pressed her with his height, "You don't dare to squeeze into Xie's mansion?"
"What is Xie Zhaoxue's identity, and what is your identity? He has a marriage contract with the prostitute of the Qiao family. If you insist on this, you can only be a housekeeper. If you are more powerful, you will be a concubine if you die. Qiao Yanci again Not a messy master, if it falls into her hands, you may not even have the whole body."
The more Zhong Wenjin spoke, the more ugly Ding Ziyun's expression became. I don't know whether he was frightened or humiliated by Zhong Wenjin's words. His legs trembled so much that he could hardly stand up.
"I never thought of being Mrs. Xie's concubine." Ding Ziyun said in a daze.
"Does that mean you want to be a wife? You have a big appetite, so be careful." Zhong Wenjin sneered disdainfully.
"Master Xie saved my life, and I'm here to repay the favor." Ding Ziyun seemed to have finally found a justification for herself, no longer as weak as before, and looked firmly at Zhong Wenjin.
However, Zhong Wenjin is a bully and old Jianghu, mockingly said, "You can only lie to yourself."
He lowered his voice, and moved forward a little, "I don't care what your purpose is, don't make small moves to Xie Zhaoxue, otherwise..."
As he spoke, he squeezed his fingers threateningly, and the sound of "click" was crisp.
Ding Ziyun couldn't take it anymore, and fled without saying anything, his back hurriedly.
Zhong Wenjin looked at her being scared away, grinned in satisfaction, and said to himself that it seems that my skill has not regressed, and I can still scare others with a different face.
Seeing Ding Ziyun's back disappear, Zhong Wenjin planned to continue wandering around, but just as he turned around, a smile froze on his face.
He saw not far ahead, Xie Zhaoxue standing in the gazebo, looking towards this side, with a look on Zhong Wenjin's handsome face that he hadn't seen for a long time.
In the past, the two were quite at odds in the capital, and would quarrel at every turn. Zhong Wenjin blushed and Xie Zhaoxue sneered coldly. It was he who knew about the Zhong family and brought him back from May Island.
Zhong Wenjin lived in the Xie Mansion, and was taken care of in every possible way. Xie Zhaoxue took him wherever he went, and even let him live next door to her. It can be said that he was always protected, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was responsive to every request.
But right now, Xie Zhaoxue's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were filled with ice, which was bitingly cold.
He came over and stood in front of Zhong Wenjin, "I thought you had repented, but I didn't expect you to still be like this."
"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Wenjin was a little scared, and instinctively took two steps back.
But Xie Zhaoxue grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, "That girl surnamed Ding is just an ordinary citizen, is it worth your constant attention?"
He usually looks gentle, like a frail scholar, but his strength is astonishing. Zhong Wenjin broke free a couple of times, but remained motionless. Don't be afraid of me staring at her if you accept her as a housekeeper."
Xie Zhaoxue pinched Zhong Wenjin's cheek with the other, and moved closer, "You treat me as you, and when you see something good-looking, you put it away and make room for it?"
Zhong Wenjin felt that he needed to refute this, but just as he was about to speak, his cheek was pinched by Xie Zhaoxue, his mouth was pouted, unable to speak, so he listened to him, "Your mouth, other than swearing, is sophistry, I don't want to hear it."
I still use this mouth for eating, okay
Zhong Wenjin blinked his small sesame-sized eyes and glared at him, conveying his anger with his eyes.
"Mr. Xie?" While they were in a stalemate, a familiar voice came from the side.
Zhong Wenjin searched for the sound, only to find that Qiao Yanci had come to the mansion at some time, Xie Zhaoxue should have been with her in the gazebo just now, and Ding Ziyun peeked at it.
Xie Zhaoxue let go of him, and whispered to him, "Go back first, I'll go find you later."
Zhong Wenjin snorted coldly, "That depends on whether you can find me."
After speaking, he turned and left angrily.