Just this dazed effort fulfilled Wen Chan's ability to stand by and watch. Jiang Yueying fell to the ground without looking like a dog eating shit. People around saw her fall and wanted to stay away, but they were too crowded, and the people behind didn't know what to do. Someone fell down in front of her, and one foot stepped on Jiang Yueying's arm. She let out a scream, but was instantly buried in the noise.
Wen Chan really didn't want to help Jiang Yueying again, but he didn't want to see others trample her to death, so he even waved the crumbling sky lantern in his hand and shouted, "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, someone fell down!"
But the people who were only thinking about picking up silver could not hear his shouts. While pushing and shouting, someone came and snatched his hand warmer. Before Wen Chan could see who did it, he felt a chill in his head. The hat has been taken off!
There was a chill on his head, and he took two steps back in shock, another hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed his cotton coat.
This cannot be snatched away again! Wen Chan hurriedly threw away the broken sky lantern, grabbed his cotton-padded jacket with one hand, and slapped the hand holding his cotton-padded jacket vigorously with the other. The evil hand did not retract after being hurt, but changed its direction and surrounded him. The white fox fur around his neck was torn off.
Wen Chan suddenly felt that his neck was cold, and the cold wind poured in. He stepped back again and again, and stood back on the spacious bridge. His hands were empty and his brocade clothes were crumpled.
He wrapped his padded clothes tighter, put his hands into the sleeves from the cold, and marveled in his heart, these people are terrible, terrible!
It didn't last long, someone arrested the young master who was throwing money and beat him up. The turmoil quickly subsided, and the piano, chess, calligrapher and painter pushed aside the crowd and found Wen Chan, who was leaning against the corner of the bridge with his head shrunk.
Seeing his guards approaching, Wen Chan said angrily, "Someone took advantage of the chaos and snatched my fox fur and hat, quickly catch those troublemakers!" After finishing speaking, he realized that it is not time to recover the hat At that time, he said again, "Forget it, I just saw that the Jiang family girl was knocked down in the crowd, you quickly rescue her."
As soon as the words fell, Liang Yanbei lifted the dirty Jiang Yueying up. He walked through the crowd and glanced at Wen Chan, then turned around and handed the fainted Jiang Yueying to the servants of the Jiang family.
I saw Liang Yanbei for the third time tonight.
Seeing that Jiang Yueying was rescued, Wen Chan's head was cold and his neck was cold, and he didn't want to stay here any longer, so he called the calligraphy and painting to find Ah Fu, and the four of them went back to the carriage.
On the way back, Wen Chan touched his bare neck and sighed, what a disappointment!
Wen Chan knew that his body was weak, so he asked Ah Fu to prepare ginger soup to warm up his body as soon as he returned to the palace, but he didn't expect that he still suffered from a small wind and cold, and sneezed loudly three times in a row.
Ah Fu invited the imperial physician and prescribed a small dose of medicine for Wen Chan after taking his pulse.
On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, as long as you look up in the huge palace, you can see sky lanterns that look like stars and cover the entire night sky. They all carry blessings and hopes, swaying up and down, and the small lights gather to form a long river of lights, which continuously disappear into the sky.
After Wen Chan took a bath and drank some medicine, he got into the warm bed and fell asleep, perfectly missing the beautiful scenery.
The troubles in Yufu Street could not be subsided for a long time, the Ninth Prince played in micro-clothes, and the money-spreading rebellion of the rich son was raging in the capital. After hearing the news, Ah Fu came back and sighed to Wen Chan: Mr. Jiang is really kind.
That's right, the four-year prison sentence is considered light. If you change an official at random, you will definitely kill that young master.
Zhao Pingshi insulted Wen Chan in the street as a pariah. Although Wen Chan himself had no intention of complaining, but after all, he had so many eyes, and somehow it got into the ears of the emperor. The emperor did not blame him, but Zhao Chengbo grounded Zhao Pingshi after returning. up.
After the 15th day, the days quickly rose, and it was February in a blink of an eye. The severe cold left quietly, and the trees in the courtyard of Wenchan Palace sprouted buds.
On a sunny afternoon, Wen Chan took a nice nap and woke up, his whole body was soft. The sun just stopped at his threshold, casting a blanket of warmth.
Wen Chan walked out while stretching, Ah Fu greeted him, "Your Highness, have you rested enough?"
He yawned contentedly, his beautiful eyes clouded with mist, "What time is it now?"
"Yinshi." Afu thought for a moment and said again, "His Royal Highness, just now there is news that Concubine Yi of Zhongxiu Palace gave birth to a little princess this morning, what a happy event!"
"Concubine Yi?" Confusion appeared on Wen Chan's face. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who it was. It wasn't that he had a bad memory, but that the emperor's harem was too large. Wen Chan was ranked ninth, and there were six younger siblings. Now Added another one.
Seeing that Wen Chan couldn't remember, A Fuyou reminded, "The one in Danhua Hall, the emperor gave the little princess a name named Xun."
Wen Xun, Wen Chan recalled it when he said this. The struggle for the throne in the previous life caused a bloody storm in the capital. When Wen Xun died, he was only ten years old. He was pierced by a sword in his stomach and cried out in pain. He hugged Wen Chan's boots He kept calling Brother Huang, and finally died at Wen Chan's feet.
"Let's go and see some other day." Wen Chan said.
Ah Fu was very surprised, but he didn't ask anything, he just said, "The servant will report to Si Yandian first."
Wen Chan ordered the eunuch to move the soft bed outside the door, and lay comfortably on it to bask in the sun. It was very comfortable. Ah Fu stood beside him, hesitating for a long time before speaking, "Your Highness, tomorrow is the fifth day of February."
The rich and noble families in the folk will invite their children to private schools to teach literature and martial arts. Usually it will start in March, while the family of officials will start earlier, in February and a half. Only the princes are special, and it will start in early February.
As soon as Wen Chan heard the words the fifth day of February, he immediately felt a headache. Just thinking about the boring Four Books and Five Classics, and laborious swords, guns, sticks, and sticks made him feel tired.
Fortunately, the emperor has many affairs and heirs, and Wen Chan is a special existence, so the emperor is not strict with him, but he is a prince anyway, and he can't be worse than others, so he can't learn anything. lack.
In his previous life, Wen Chan was very lazy, but his books were fine, but he had no interest in dancing with swords. After learning martial arts, he can show off his martial arts.
He raised his hand to touch his abdomen. After practicing martial arts in his previous life, his body became stronger day by day, and the muscles on his abdomen were clearly defined, but now there are still two rows of thin bones. He sighed, he really should practice martial arts well.
Wen Chan got up from the slump, smoothed the folds of the brocade robe on his body, and said to Ah Fu, "Changing clothes for me."
Ah Fu hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Where is your Highness going?"
He thought for a while and said, "Go to Heyue Building, I remember that there is a stewed chicken with five treasures in lotus leaf and golden dew, which tastes good."
Wen Chan once again left the palace with three followers and went straight to Heyue Tower.
Heyue Building has a total of 30% of the total. The first floor is for public tables, the second floor is blocked by screens, and the third floor is for private rooms. It is the most luxurious place in the middle row of the capital. Wealth is expensive, just a small snack is enough for ordinary people to live for a month.
Wen Chan went directly to the private room on the third floor, and ordered a few dishes according to Xiaoer's report. He was not hungry, but just greedy, and wanted to eat that stewed chicken.
Qinqi, Calligraphy and Ah Fu stood aside.
He opened the window, and the bustling noise from the street came in. Hearing this sound, Wen Chan felt inexplicably comfortable, and Qin Qi asked from the side, "Master, the street is so noisy, wouldn't it bother you to listen to it while eating?"
"I don't think so." Wen Chan sat down at the table again, and said in a flat voice, "It's noisy, but it's comfortable to listen to."
Qin Qi has never heard of anyone who likes to eat amidst the noise, but thinking that his master has always been lazy and weird, he doesn't ask any more.
After waiting for a short while, the dishes were served one by one, but it was all ready in a short while. The stewed chicken with five treasures was originally placed in the middle, but it was brought to him by Wen Chan, and the aroma shot straight into his nose.
He took the chopsticks and rubbed his fists, started with the chicken leg, and was about to bite into it, when suddenly there was a sound of broken porcelain from the next door, which made his hands tremble, and the chicken leg fell on the table.
Wen Chan glanced blankly at the chicken leg that fell on the table, but he didn't get angry. He stretched out his chopsticks to find another chicken leg. His throat stretched all the way down, and his whole stomach felt uncomfortable. He rubbed his stomach and blew a mouthful of chicken legs, and was about to take a second mouthful.
Unexpectedly, a man roared from the next door, and Wen Chan was frightened even more this time, the chicken legs shook directly on his body, and he quickly brushed the chicken legs to the ground, fortunately, he was wearing dark blue clothes, so no stains could be seen.
The chicken leg rolled twice and stopped, the taste of the first bite still remained in Wen Chan's lips and teeth.
"Crack!" He slammed his chopsticks on the table vigorously, and stood up angrily, "Go and see what's going on next door!"
Wen Chan led the three of them and knocked on the private room next door aggressively. A strong young man came to open the door. He gave Wen Chan a fierce look and said in a rough voice, "What are you doing?!"
The young man was more than a head taller than Wen Chan, Wen Chan saw that he was about to raise his head, and he said, "Ask your master to talk to me."
"No time, get out!" The young man yelled ferociously, and was about to close the door with his hands, Shuhua dodged in front of Wen Chan, raised his foot and kicked the young man, knocking off a porcelain vase with his body, making a loud shattering noise.
Without the young man's obstruction, Wen Chan entered the private room unimpeded, and was the first to see a young son, his hand was on the left side of his neck, his face was distorted by the severe pain, he gritted his teeth, "Who are you? Dare to move?" my people?"