A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

Once the prince and the six officials entered the palace, when they came out, there were only six officials left.

Everyone was solemn and walked out of Yingtianmen in silence, no one said a word. He walked through Ying Tiantian in silence like this, passed through the outer hall square, and was about to walk out of the Suzaku Gate, the Minister of Punishment couldn't help but open: "My colleagues, you said the emperor..."

"The emperor has his own reasons for doing things." Li En raised his hands and bowed: "Your Majesty is a fatherly heart. When you see His Royal Highness King Qi assassinated, how can you rest assured that the prince and princess live outside the palace?"

"Master Li is right." The Minister of the Ministry sighed: "Although the adult prince and princess live in the palace, it is not in line with the ancestral system, but the heart of Your Majesty's beloved son is even more moving."

All the officials praised the emperor's love for the prince and princess. After leaving the Suzaku gate, they got on the carriages of various ministries and parted ways.

Li En, Ming Jingzhou, and Zhou Rui got on the carriage of the Ministry of Rites. The three looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces instantly collapsed.

"This matter is very involved. Your Majesty has brought all the princes and princesses into the palace. I'm afraid he is extremely angry." Li En sighed: "Although the officials of the six departments often quarrel and quarrel because of political differences, but if they are involved It would be troublesome if you plan to count the blood of the royal family.”

"What kind of cause?? What kind of fruit?" Ming Jingzhou leaned on the carriage leisurely: "Sir, you don't need to think too much."

"Alas." Li En sighed. He had been an official in the same dynasty for many years. Even if he looked at the little wildflowers on the roadside, he would still feel a little affectionate after watching them for more than ten years, let alone a big living person.

"Stop the car." Zhou Rui saw the colored threads sold in the shop next to him, and smiled embarrassedly: "Two adults, wait for me for a while, I will go to the shop to buy some colored threads for Zhuo Jing."

"Brother Zhou, please feel free." Ming Jingzhou helped Zhou Rui lift the curtain. After Zhou Rui got out of the car, he looked at Li En and said, "Why does your lord help King Chen?"

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Li En smiled: "Do you know what I saw on His Royal Highness King Chen?"

Ming Jingzhou was silent.

Li En didn't care about Ming Jingzhou's answer either, he gently stroked his beard: "That day I followed King Chen to inspect the Hongwen Academy, and I saw a young man's pure heart on His Highness."

Ming Jingzhou "touched" the book in the arm cage, it was the book he was going to give to King Chen, but didn't have time to give it.

"The emperor is benevolent, and before he becomes a good emperor, he must embrace pure people towards all things in the world." Li En did not hide his purpose: "Twenty-five years ago, I saw this kind of purity in His Majesty. Unexpectedly, Twenty-five years later, I saw such a valuable person in the most infamous King Chen."

"Sir." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment: "It is Your Majesty who we must be loyal to."

"Of course we are loyal to Your Majesty and the people of the world." Li En lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Assisting King Chen, the ability to cultivate government affairs is what His Majesty wants our Ministry of Rites to do. We are just following orders."

"I thought the adults would appreciate His Royal Highness King Qi more." Ming Jingzhou lifted the curtain and listened to the sound of hawking from the streets, feeling comfortable.

"Those who use etiquette and system to restrain themselves, if the restraint disappears one day, no one knows what the result will be."

There is no shortage of perfect young people, praised by thousands, and a faint-hearted tyrant who is "exposed" after entering the throne.

"Those who have gone through flamboyance and are still born benevolent are God's gift to the people of the world."

Ming Jingzhou bowed his hands: "But I hope that Dacheng will be a bright ruler from generation to generation, and protect the people of the world to live and work in peace and contentment."

"Two adults." Zhou Rui lifted the curtain and climbed into the carriage: "I have kept you two waiting."

"Not long, just right." Li En stretched out his hand to help him.

At home, Shen shi heard that the prince and princess were taken into the palace, and called Jiuzhu to tell her everything that happened in the palace.

"Imperial power moves people's hearts." Shen shi patted the back of Jiuzhu's hand: "Jiuzhu, you have to be more careful in the future."

"Your Majesty has locked all the princes and princesses in the palace, and even changed the people who are serving them clean, in order to protect them." Jiuzhu drank the tonic soup that Shen's simmered for her: "Although it broke all the princes. plan, but none of them know what his plan is, so they are all safe."

"Your Majesty's intention may just be to protect them." Jiuzhu put the empty bowl on the table and said earnestly: "You don't have to worry about eating and drinking in the palace, and you don't have to worry about being calculated, how wonderful."

"Oh." Jiuzhu added: "If the princess and the prince spend all the expenses in the palace, they are taken from His Majesty's private treasury, then it will save a lot of money."

Shen shi suddenly said: "You are right, maybe Your Majesty just wants to save their lives."

Although His Majesty is an emperor, he is also a father.

In the past few days, as soon as Ming Jingzhou returned home, he found that his daughter was very attentive to him, and occasionally asked when he would enter the palace.

"Jiuzhu." Ming Jingzhou put down the tea cup, this is the third cup of tea that his daughter gave him, although he couldn't bear to live up to his daughter's wishes, he couldn't drink any more: "Is there anything you need me to help you with? Do?"

Jiuzhu was a little embarrassed: "There is indeed a small matter. If father is going to enter the palace recently, please bring something for your daughter."

"For King Chen?" Ming Jingzhou suspected that the tea at home was broken, and the aftertaste was a little sour.

"Well, it's just a painting." Jiuzhu twisted the corner of her clothes: "My daughter has already agreed with His Highness, so we must not disappoint His Highness."

"Painting?" Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment. Seeing that his daughter's relationship became more and more uneasy, he chased after him in a strange tone: "Did you paint?"

"Yeah." Jiuzhu walked to the door and took the picture scroll from the spring break

, walked back to Ming Jingzhou: "Mother said that my daughter's paintings are very like your father."

Has his... style?

Ming Jingzhou held the tea cup silently, perfectly concealing his embarrassment: "Does your mother really say that?"

"Hmm." Jiuzhu nodded, opened the scroll, and looked at Ming Jingzhou expectantly: "Father, look at it, do you look like it?"

Ming Jingzhou looked at this painting called "Red Plums in the Snow", and the brushstrokes looked like a dead desert twig, and unconsciously poured tea into his mouth: "Daughter, your Highness has not seen this painting yet. Have you been?"

"This is a surprise for His Highness, and of course I won't show it to him in advance." Jiuzhu looked at the painting and then at Ming Jingzhou: "Father, does your daughter's painting have your style?"

"Yes... yes yes yes." Ming Jingzhou recalled his confidence and ignorance when he was young, and felt a strange sense of guilt towards his daughter in his heart.

Daughter Xiao's father, it's all his fault.

"Cough." With a dry cough, Ming Jingzhou smiled lovingly: "Daughter, do you think King Chen likes your paintings?"

"Ken will like it." Jiu Zhu confidently collected the painting: "The painting that my daughter gave to His Highness last time, His Highness specially treasured it."

"I understand." Ming Jingzhou nodded with a smile: "Tomorrow afternoon, my father is going to the palace to meet His Majesty, so I will bring the painting to you."

"Thank you father!" Jiuzhu hurriedly put the painting tube in Ming Jingzhou's hand: "You are the best father in the world."

Ming Jingzhou sighed, his daughter's sweet mouth was not like him, but she followed her mother.

The paintings he made in those days were also praised by his wife that there are in the sky and nothing in the ground. It was not until later that their whole family was assigned to the frontier, and he painted paintings to sell, but no one bought them, did he soberly understand his painting skills.

Alas, I don't know how many new words Madam pondered over the years to praise his paintings.

Looking down at the painting tube in his hand, Ming Jingzhou smiled: "Our Jiuzhu's paintings are rare in the world, and His Highness Ken likes them very much."

"Hi." King Chen crawled out of the bed and let the eunuch wait on him to change and wash: "It seems very cold today?"

"His Royal Highness, this is the newly delivered white fur coat from the palace, can you try it?"

King Chen put on his clothes and leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch. When it was only two incense sticks, he had tossed and changed several postures.

Before, he had to go to the Ministry of Rites to Dianmao every morning. When he walked around here, he felt that there were too many things and he was annoying. Now he doesn't need to "worry" about anything in the palace. Why is he feeling bored?

He asked the little eunuch to send him a few words, and after turning two pages, King Chen unconsciously began to ponder, if he was in the Ministry of Rites now, he should start copying books.

If he hadn't entered the palace, Lord Ming should have prepared something new for him to copy.

"His Royal Highness?" The little eunuch didn't move after seeing that King Chen had turned over two pages, and said uneasy, "How much does the little slave give you?"

"No." King Chen threw the words aside: "The king has no interest in these miscellaneous books."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the courtyard, crossed the courtyard gate and walked into the large courtyard outside Zhangliu Palace, where he saw Prince An and Prince Jing holding small sticks with baskets and sprinkled millet under the baskets.

"In the middle of the winter, what are the two brothers doing?" King Chen walked past the basket and "accidentally" bumped into the basket: "Oh, I didn't do it on purpose, the brothers shouldn't blame me, right?"

He looked up at the birds chirping in the treetops, the king saved your lives, why don't you hurry up and fly farther?

The two princes looked at the stick that was kicked far away by King Chen, and threw the rope tied with the stick to the ground: "Fifth brother is joking, how dare we blame you."

"Yeah." King Chen nodded in satisfaction, he was right if he didn't dare.

An Wang felt that his fist was a little hard, he turned his head to look at Jing Wang, Jing Wang was looking at the sparrow flying through the air with regret.

"I don't know how the fourth brother is injured?" King Chen put his hands behind his back and turned to look at the two older brothers: "Second brother, third brother, have you been to see it?"

"It's still early, I don't dare to disturb the fourth brother." Wang An thought for a while: "Why don't we go and have a look?"

"Okay." King Chen looked around and broke off a branch. There were two half-yellow leaves on it, and they still lingered tenaciously on the branch.

"It's all my own brothers, so there's no need to pay attention to vulgar etiquette." King Chen shook the branches, trying to shake off the dust on them, but he accidentally shook off a leaf: "The courtesy is light and affectionate, this one is placed in a vase, presumably Flavorful."

An Wang Jing Wang was silent.

They suspected that Yun Duqing did not go to see Yun Yanze, but wanted to send him away.

It's a pity that King Chen didn't understand their thoughts. He really took the branch with only one yellow leaf and went to Yun Yanze's yard.

"Your Highness, Your Highness. Your Highness An Wang, Your Highness Jing, and Chen are here."

Sun Caiyao put down the "medicine" bowl, wiped the corners of King Qi's mouth, and looked at King Qi. King Qi said in a gentle tone, "Quick, please."

"Your Highness, your injury has not healed yet, so lie down well." Sun Caiyao stood up, "I'll go meet a few princes."

She lifted the curtain and saw King Chen walking in with the other two princes. Looking at King Chen in white fur, Sun Caiyao lowered her eyelids slightly: "Three princes please."

"The fourth sister-in-law is polite." King Chen handed the branch to Sun Caiyao: "This is for the fourth brother to decorate the house."

As soon as the branch reached Sun Caiyao's hands, he saw the last leaf that was lingering, struggling for the last time in the wind and lying on the ground in despair.

An Wang looked at the dead leaves on the ground, and then at the bare tree in Princess Qi's hand.

Branch, I hope Princess Qi can take the branch and smack Yun Duqing on the face.

However, as the daughter of the Sun family, how could Sun Caiyao lose her temper in front of his lord, even if King Chen picked up a stone on the ground and sent it to her, she could accept it without changing her face: "Thank you fifth brother for your kindness, I'll take it up in a moment. Put it in the prince's room and let the prince appreciate it from time to time."

"Fourth Sister-in-law, please." King Chen walked into King Qi's room and pointed to the long-necked vase facing the bed: "I think this vase is pretty good, you can put it in."

In the middle of Xiuwaihuihui, Sun Caiyao, who is as gentle as water, shook her hand holding the branch: "Okay."

When Sun Caiyao put the branch into the vase, King Chen nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad." He turned to look at King Qi on the bed: "Fourth brother, do you think so?"

King Qi looked at the long-necked bottle and smiled: "It's good that the fifth brother is happy."

Yun Duqing sent this dead branch just to laugh at his injury?

From childhood to adulthood, this good fifth brother of his, relying on the favor of his father, likes to use this kind of tricky method that is almost obvious.

"Seeing that the fourth brother likes the gift I brought, of course I am happy." Yun Duqing sat down on the chair and looked at the pale King Qi: "The fourth brother's injury is better?"

"It's much better." Qi Wang said with a haggard smile: "Second brother and third brother, hurry up and take your seat. Please forgive my brother's injury and I can't greet you."

"Our own brothers, we don't need to pay attention." King An observed the expression on King Qi's face: "The assassin who hurt you has been sentenced to death by your father, you can rest in peace."

"Thank you brother for your concern." King Qi looked at the three of them and coughed twice.

The mastermind, among them?

"The fourth brother suffered from trauma, why did he have a cough?" King Chen summoned the eunuch: "Go to the imperial hospital and ask for an imperial doctor to take a good pulse for the fourth brother."

He helped King Qi press down the quilt: "My body is hairy, and my parents are the ones who suffer from it. The fourth brother must be negligent."

pain.

King Qi's face turned pale in an instant, and Yun Duqing, the bastard, pressed on his wound.

Not long after, King Huai also brought something to visit King Qi. He was a little older and brought a box of ginseng pills.

"How many younger brothers are there?" King Huai handed the ginseng pill to the eunuch and walked to the bedside: "Fourth younger brother, why didn't you even cover the quilt..."

"You don't need the help of the eldest brother, the younger brother will come by himself." Qi Wangqing looked at King Huai vigilantly.

"Why are you being polite to eldest brother?" King Huai bent down and pressed the quilt on King Qi's chest. Seeing that King Qi's face turned pale, he smiled guiltily, "Look at me, I forgot, the fourth brother is injured. in the chest."

King Qi took a deep breath.

Yunliu'an, you son of a bitch!

King Huai withdrew his hand and sat down beside King Chen.

Looking at Yun Yanze's expression, he was really hurt.

Who actually did this? Did he expect that the royal father would imprison them all in the palace because of this?

At first, he suspected that it was Yun Yanze's envoy's bitter plan, but today he heard the palace servants say that the emperor had sent people to thoroughly investigate the Qi palace and the Zheng family, and knew that Yun Yanze could not have done this.

He's not that stupid.

He turned to look at King Chen, who raised his eyebrows at him.

It is also impossible to be Yun Duqing. He has the preference of the father and emperor. He doesn't have to do anything, and he is better than his brothers.

Could it be King An and King Jing?

These two have always been mediocre, how could they have the guts to plan such a thing?

"It's rare for our five brothers to be together." Yun Duqing said suddenly, "It's cold today, why don't we cook a warm pot here with the fourth brother?"

King Huai turned to look at King Qi on the bed, the injured person seems to be unable to eat hot pot?

"Fifth brother is right." King Huai gave a high five and laughed, "Elder brother, I'll ask someone to prepare."

Being locked up in this small Zhangliu Palace, I can't even step out of the gate of the palace, life is really hard, I always have to find something to have fun.

An hour later, King Qi smelled the aroma of the hot pot in the room, and looked at the four people who were sitting around the table, dancing with chopsticks and cups. He wanted to copy the pillows on the bed and smash them all out.

These dog things!

Satisfied, King Chen put on a white fur coat and looked at King Qi on the bed with a smile: "It seems that with us to accompany the fourth brother even his complexion has turned a lot more rosy. Since it is the same, fourth brother, we will meet again tomorrow. to see you."

"Yes, fourth brother, don't worry." King Huai nodded, "We will visit you often until you recover from your injury."

King Qi looked at them with a smirk, but it was the surging killing intent that he tried to conceal.

"Then I'll thank you brothers." He resumed his gentle smile: "It's all my fault that I didn't see through the assassin's conspiracy, which made my father so worried. But that's okay, everyone can finally live in one place like they did when they were young. ."

Hearing this, the smile on King Huai's face disappeared immediately.

Yes, if it wasn't for Yun Yanze's assassination, they wouldn't be locked in the palace.

If you let him know, which bastard did such a stupid thing, he would want him to be separated!

What happened in Zhang Liugong soon reached the ears of Emperor Longfeng. Instead of being angry, he laughed and called Liu Zhongbao: "Du Qing likes to eat hot pot, you ask the palace to send more fresh ingredients to the kitchen of Zhang Liugong. Especially those dishes that he likes to eat on weekdays, must not be interrupted. "

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the old slave has already instructed." Liu Zhongbao bent over to help Emperor Longfeng grind: "Your Majesty, the eunuchs and maids of the palace and the princess's palace have all been imprisoned in one, and his servants are also confined. In the mansion, Jin Wuwei strictly guards him."

"Well." Seeing that Liu Zhongbao seemed to have something to say, Emperor Longfeng said, "What else happened?"

"The slaves heard that two servants in the grandfather's house of His Royal Highness King Qi fled with the master's jewelry, and the Zheng family was searching everywhere." Liu Zhongbao smiled: "Nowadays, many people in the capital are laughing at the Zheng family, and the management I can't stop people."

"When did you lose it?"

"Looks like it was last night?" Liu Zhongbao smiled: "The old slave just listened for nothing, but I don't know what happened."

"You old fox." Emperor Longfeng smiled and put down his pen: "Come here, protect Longwei."

The Dragon Guard, a royal guard who only listens to the emperor's orders, is strong and can't easily do anything.

"Retrieve the two lost servants of the Zheng family." Emperor Longfeng smiled coldly: "I also want to know what the servants who have betrayed their trust and betrayed the Lord look like."

After eating in the morning, Jiuzhu was called out by Zhou Xiao.

"Sister Zhou." Jiuzhu looked at Zhou Xiao, who was out of breath, and reached out to hold her: "Why don't you have someone lift you up with a slider?"

"No." Zhou Xiao panted and shook his head: "Going to ask for the Peace Talisman, you have to walk to the statue to have sincerity."

"Okay." Jiuzhu sighed helplessly, and could only pull her up step by step, with a large string of maids guarding behind the two of them. It didn't look like they were going to incense to ask for a peace amulet, but more like they were going to dismantle the statue.

"Sister, are there really monks in the wilderness here?" Zhou Shucheng looked at the girl from the Ming family who was not blushing or panting, and was able to drag her sister away. He began to wonder if there was something wrong with his physical strength. He was a big man. , is not even better than a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl?

"Yes." Zhou Xiao nodded his head: "I heard people say that there are several monks living in the temple on this mountain. Shun to Meirokuro and ask for one too."

Maybe with the amulet, he won't fall on his legs again.

Zhou Shucheng: "..."

Is it right to ask Ming Cunfu for a talisman?

It was clearly for Ming Cunfu that he was tortured here.

Jiuzhu hesitated, she looked back at the distance to the foot of the mountain, but she still did not tell Sister Zhou that talisman was a Taoist specialty, and orthodox Buddhist practitioners generally did not draw peace talismans.

"Front!" Zhou Xiao pointed to the front: "I saw the temple! Sister, quickly pull me up."

Seeing Zhou Xiao, whose legs were trembling and still insisted on climbing up, Jiu Zhu thought that if Brother Fu Liu dared to do something wrong to Sister Bu Zhou in the future, she would break his legs without Sister Zhou's action.

"Wait for me!" Zhou Shucheng put his hand on the shoulder of the servant, panting like a cow: "You two little girls walk slowly, can you save me some face!"

The servants supported Zhou Shucheng with all hands and feet, almost dragging and dragging him to the front of the temple.

The temple was even more dilapidated than they had imagined, with a broken bell hanging from a tree, and the bell was covered with dust. The fallen leaves in front of the temple gate were lying on the ground in a "chaotic" manner, but there was no accumulation of leaves. It should be that I haven't had time to disturb them today.

"Bless the Bodhisattva, don't blame the Bodhisattva." Zhou Shucheng bowed to the Buddha statue in the temple and said, "Is there a master here?"

Seeing that no one cared about him, Zhou Shucheng gave one to the little servant.

"Master, I will sincerely bow to the Buddha, and ask Master to "show" his face to see you." The boy shouted, "We brought sesame oil money!"

"Amitabha." A monk in ancestral robes came out and saluted Jiuzhu and the others: "Every patron, please."

Zhou Shucheng saw that the monk was big and his feet were strong, so he couldn't help: "Master, are you a warrior monk?"

Shouldn't monks be very good at drawing talismans?

"The donor is joking." The monk recited the Buddha's name: "The poor monk is self-sufficient in the temple, and he does the work of planting vegetables, carrying water and cleaning every day, and his body is naturally strong."

"So it is." Zhou Shucheng suddenly realized that he raised his feet and prepared to enter the door.

"Wait." Jiuzhu stopped Zhou Shucheng and prevented him from entering the temple.

"Master is going out?"

"The poor monk is cultivating in the mountains, why do you need to go out?" The monk smiled at Jiuzhu: "The donor is joking."

"Master doesn't go out, why does he wear ancestral robes?" Jiuzhu hid Zhou Xiao behind him: "Everyone in Buddhism is meditative and painstakingly cultivated.

Zhou Xiao looked at Jiuzhu, and she saw a bit of awe in her always sweet face.

She raised her hand and asked the guards of the Zhou and Ming families to surround the gate of the temple, and after the mosquitoes had no chance to fly out, Jiuzhu opened it willingly: "You are not a real monk."