A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

After all the princes and princesses were left in the palace, there were several servants in the palace who went crazy because of drinking too much and were burned to death in the house, and Scar realized that something was wrong.

These servants are all old people in the house, and they have helped the master of the house to go south and north all these years, and they have some face in front of the master. They have always been cautious in doing things, and it is impossible for them to get together and get drunk and burn themselves to death.

"I heard that the royal guard's palace and the princess' mansion are surrounded, and none of the servants inside can go out. I heard that some people wanted to get closer to watch the fun today, and they were almost taken away by the guards."

"Your Majesty really values ​​His Royal Highness King Qi, you have done so much for him."

"Are you new here?"

"Ah, yes, what's wrong?"

"The newcomer, ?? don't understand anything, ?? don't talk blindly."

Scar passed through the outer courtyard, listening to the conversations of these servants, faintly felt as if someone was looking at him around him.

The master wants to kill their servants who know too many secrets.

He realized that something was wrong, ?? pretended to quarrel with a servant in the house, ?? went back to the room to pack up the bundles, ?? and the steward who went to Lingzhou with him back then, ?? took advantage of the night Black escaped.

The two escaped from the city, and before the limelight passed, they did not dare to run too far to cause suspicion.

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"There is a small temple on the mountain on the outskirts of the city. There are only a few old monks in it. Few people like to go there on weekdays." Tsing Yi's steward took out the dagger hidden on the sole of his shoe: "Let's go get it first."

"Are you sure no one will go?" Scar was a little worried.

"That kind of small ruined temple, and occasionally a few ignorant "women" and children go to incense on weekdays. Even if those monks are lucky, dignitaries will never go to such a place."

"Okay." Scar responded.

They fled all the way to the small temple, and the two deceived the monks into trusting them. After successfully living in the temple, they tied them up.

Tsing Yi wanted a few old monks to be slaughtered, but was stopped by the scar: "It is troublesome to deal with the corpses, they will be locked in the vegetable cellar first."

The two laboriously carried the monk into the vegetable cellar, and Tsing Yi complained, "What do these stinky monks eat on weekdays, so heavy?"

"You two villains, even doing evil in front of the statue, the Bodhisattva will punish you."

"Bodhisattva?" Knife Scar sneered, took out a dagger and knocked on the ring scar on one of the monks' heads: "Many years ago, a dead girl said that Grandpa Sanqing would punish me, and I have lived well all these years."

"Any gods and bodhisattvas are afraid of wicked people." Seeing these monks trembling with fright, they put away their daggers with satisfaction: "Be honest with me, those of the barren mountains and mountains, if you make any noise, we will be considered as our own. Even if the two brothers are killed..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard shouts from outside.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that there are no people coming to this ruined temple?" Knife Scar turned to look at Tsing Yi, and his eyes fell on his bare head.

"I'll go out and have a look." Tsing Yi thought for a while, got the monk's robe and robe to put on, and strode out.

Seeing the young masters and young ladies guarding the servants at the door, Tsing Yi had an ominous premonition in her heart. What's wrong with these young masters and young ladies, they came here in the morning.

Fortunately, these young masters and young ladies are naive. As long as he coaxes them into the past, there will be no problem.

Tsing Yi was thinking about how to deceive these people, when the youngest Miss Qian Jin revealed her identity as a fake monk.

What's wrong with these young ladies in the capital, how can they even know what monks usually wear?

"What do you mean by the donor?" Tsing Yi lifted the cassock outside, revealing the monk's robe full of patches underneath: "The donors came to pay homage to the Buddha, and the poor monk did not want to be embarrassed, so he covered his body with his ancestral robe. It was a misunderstanding by the donor."

"The mountain is high and the road is steep. If the donors can insist on climbing up, it means that they have a relationship with my Buddha." Tsing Yi recited the Buddha's name and turned to look at the Buddha statue behind him: "In that case, don't face the Buddha with sharp blades."

"Master, as a monk, you still care about the patch on the monk's clothes." Jiuzhu was unmoved: "It shows that you are not sincere to the Buddha, you are a fake monk."

Tsing Yi really wanted to make this girl shut up, pay respect to the Buddha, and care what the monks are wearing?

The atmosphere became increasingly anxious, Tsing Yi looked at these strong guards, and suddenly his complexion changed greatly, and he shouted at the back of the statue: "Buddha statue! Buddha statue!"

What happened to the Buddha statue?

People are always in awe of ghosts and gods. Just when the guards were distracted, Tsing Yi jumped over the guard's head with a run-up, grabbed both hands, and rushed towards the girl who talked the most nonsense.

"what!"

He was holding the scars that all the monks had covered with rags. Hearing this scream, he frowned. That idiot, shouldn't he kill people outside?

He glanced at the monks with warning eyes: "Be honest with me!"

After speaking, he rolled over and walked out of the cellar.

Knowing that there was so much trouble, he wouldn't have escaped with this idiot.

"Sister Ming, is he... still alive?" The Zhou brothers and sisters huddled together tremblingly.

"It's okay, the place where he hurts will only cause a coma, not death." Jiu Zhu shook the stick in his hand.

"But... I seem to have heard... I heard... the sound of broken bones." Zhou Shucheng carefully raised the fake monk lying on the ground with his toes, and found that the other party didn't react at all.

No, I hurriedly asked the servant to take a rope to tie the person.

"Master, we didn't go out with a rope." The little servant said, "No, let's go to the temple to find it?"

"Don't go in yet, be careful that there is still a party inside." Jiuzhu passed the protective stick to Zhou Shucheng: "Brother Zhou, you go."

"What am I going to do?" Zhou Shucheng took the stick tremblingly. He was afraid that if he didn't take it, Jiu Zhu would give him a stick too.

"Stand away with the stick, and Sister Zhou will take care of her." Jiuzhu rolled up her sleeves, looked around, and brought a stone to the fake monk.

"Ming sister, Ming sister!" Zhou Xiao looked at the big stone in Jiuzhu's hand, and said quickly: "Let's tie him up, smash him to death... smashed to death... it's too ugly."

"Sister, what are you thinking?" Jiu Zhu gave her a puzzled look, the stone pressed against the fake monk's hands: "There are several 'acupoints' in the human hand that are pressed for too long, which will cause the limbs to lose strength and be unable to move. ." Jiuzhu clapped the soil: "We don't have a rope, we can only use this method."

"So that's how it is." Zhou Xiao looked at his brother who was holding the stick and his legs were trembling, and then at Jiu Zhu who was holding his sleeves. He took small steps and came to Jiu Zhu's side and gently grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Sister Zhou?" Jiuzhu saw Zhou Xiao grabbing the corner of her clothes, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, stretched out her hand to wrap her shoulders, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, there are many people here. The temple here is small, The conditions are tough, and there are no redundant houses, so my guess is that even if there are gangsters hiding in it, there will be no more than five."

As soon as Scar came out of the backyard, he was found by the guards. He noticed something was wrong and turned around and ran.

"Stop!" The guard quickly chased after him.

The temple knew that there was only one way to the bottom of the mountain, and the scar had nowhere to escape. He was "forced" to the corner by the guards, and he clenched the dagger in his hand bitterly: "I have done so much for my master, but I just want to hide it. His surname is buried alive, but he is so ruthless that he has to kill them all?"

Although the guard did not understand what the fake monk said, in front of the young masters and young ladies, he did not speak.

"You work hard for your masters, just like me back then." Scar pointed at the guard with a dagger: "He killed me today, and he will kill you in the future to protect the Zheng family."

Zheng family?

Zhou Shucheng realized that something was wrong, and his heart tightened. Could they be involved in some secret incident?

No, you must not let the other party say it. In a place like the capital, one must not know too many secrets.

"Shut up!" Zhou Shucheng sternly scolded: "What is the Zheng family, Zhou family, you scoundrel, please tell me honestly, if there are any other people, I have already sent someone to report to the official!"

"Aren't you from the Zheng family?" Scar looked at the sound and recognized the speaker.

Young Master Zhou?

He is the son of a servant, why doesn't he study hard at home and go to the mountains and forests to worship some bodhisattva?

Knife Scar never thought that his escape plan would be ruined by a family boy who was full and had nothing to do.

"You tie him up first." Zhou Shucheng saw the gangster with the scar on his face staring at him, holding the stick and running a few steps to Jiuzhu's side: "You can't let the gangster run away."

"Master, we didn't..."

"There's no rope, and there's still a waistband!" Zhou Shucheng moved a few steps behind Jiuzhu. The girl from the Ming family could use a stick to stun the gangster who threw herself in front of her, and she would definitely protect him, a weak scholar.

The little servant pulled off his belt aggrievedly, and hid in the corner with his trousers in both hands.

Under the siege of many guards, Scar was outnumbered, and was finally tied up by the guards with two belts in humiliation.

"Looking at your appearance, you don't look like a good person." Seeing that the person was tied up, Zhou Shucheng dared to walk out from behind Jiuzhu: "Where did the original monk in this temple go?"

Scarface ignored him, staring at Ming Jiuzhu with bloodshot eyes, why is she here?

Seeing Ming Jiuzhu's face, he remembered the humiliation he suffered in the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion.

Jiuzhu also recognized the scarred face. She stood there and didn't move. She stretched out her hand to "touch" Jinfeng's side hairpin by her temples, and finally slowly retracted her hand.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Shucheng summoned his courage to stand in front of Jiuzhu and his younger sister. It's time for all the shit, and he didn't forget to look at the pretty girl.

"Young Master, Miss, we found a few tied monks in the vegetable cellar." Several guards looked around the temple, and the monk who was locked in the vegetable cellar was rescued.

Zhou Xiao looked at the shivering monks, and began to wonder if the peace talismans they painted were useful.

"Sister Zhou, in fact... monks don't draw talismans." Jiuzhu said euphemistically, seeing Zhou Xiao's shattered dream, "But this kind of thing is the most important thing. Uncle and aunt will be happy to receive the amulet from you. ."

"You don't need to comfort me, I understand." Zhou Xiao patted the back of Jiuzhu's hand: "I shouldn't have listened to the rumors, let you and my brother accompany me so far, and met two fake monks."

"Sister's words are bad." Jiuzhu shook her head: "If you hadn't insisted on asking for the talisman, how could we have caught the gangsters and rescued these innocent monks?"

"My sister's actions have saved several lives." Jiuzhu sighed, "The merits are immeasurable."

"Really?" Thinking that he saved people indirectly, Zhou Xiao's spirits improved: "However, if it wasn't for your sister, you found out that something was wrong with the fake monk, and we couldn't save them."

"Two donors, if you want to ask for the talisman of peace, the poor monk can draw it." A thin monk said, trembling: "The poor monk was a Taoist in the early years."

Jiuzhu turned to look at him: "Then why did you become a monk?"

"I received the favor of the abbot in the early years, and there are no relatives at home to care about, so I lost my hair and became a monk." The thin monk explained: "As many peace symbols as the donors need, the poor monk can draw as much as you want, and you will not be charged."

Zhou Xiao: "..."

I suddenly felt that I didn't want to ask for a peace symbol.

"Sister, since you're here, let the master draw a few peace talismans for you." Jiuzhu looked at the Buddha statue in the hall and put her hands together: "In all things, sincerity is the best blessing."

Zhou Xiao was persuaded, and went with Zhou Shucheng to see the monk who changed his way to practice Buddhism and painted a peace talisman.

Jiu Zhu walked to the scar where her hands and feet were bound, and carefully measured him.

Nearly nine years have passed, and this person looks much older, tied to the ground and unable to move, like a pitiful worm.

The fear, unease, and panic in the memory seem to have disappeared half of it at this moment.

It turned out that the wicked person who made her terrified seemed so weak.

Scar turned his head, his scarred chin pressed to the ground. He didn't understand why Ming Jiuzhu looked at him with such eyes, but he hated such eyes.

He waited for a while, but Ming Jiuzhu still didn't leave: "Miss Ming, what do you want to say?"

Jiuzhu shook her head seriously: "I have nothing to say, I just feel like you are tied up like a worm."

She is humiliating him!

Scar struggled a few times, except for the stones on the ground to cut his face, he couldn't even touch Ming Jiuzhu's toes.

This is born?

Jiuzhu shook her head and sighed, even if she was ruthless, she didn't expect to be so stingy. Originally tied up, it looked like a disgusting caterpillar.

She took a few steps back and heard a lot of footsteps on the way down the mountain.

Hulongwei scouted and pursued all the way, and found that after the Zheng family fled to a broken temple in the mountain, they envisioned all kinds of possibilities, but what they didn't expect was that they would find a bunch of guards and a man dressed in brocade outside the temple gate. the noble daughter.

"The Dragon Guard was ordered by the emperor to hunt down the fugitive, please evade the fugitives quickly." The leader of the Dragon Guard took out the golden waist card, and bowed to Jiuzhu: "Excuse me, my lord, have you ever seen two suspicious persons? A middle-aged man?"

"I've seen it." Jiuzhu nodded.

"Where?" The leader of the Dragon Guard had already pressed against the handle of the knife.

"There." Jiuzhu pointed to the scar bound by the belt, and then pointed to the fake monk whose hands were pressed by the stone: "And there."

The guardian dragon guard looked at the two people lying on the ground and fell silent collectively.

The guardian dragon guard took the nine beads and handed over again: "I don't know who your noble is?"

"The little girl is the daughter of the minister of the Ministry of Rites." Jiuzhu returned a salute: "These two pretended to be monks, and we saw through them, so we asked the guards to subdue them. I didn't expect them to be fugitives tracked down by the sage, so they handed them over to them. The general is at his disposal."

"It turned out to be the county magistrate of Ming Dynasty, and the last commander is disrespectful." The commander-in-chief's expression changed slightly, and he gave a big gift: "I wonder if the county magistrate was frightened?"

"Many thanks, General, there are guards by our side, we were not frightened." Jiuzhu saw the two dragon guards carry the stone away, locked the fake monk's hands and feet with shackles, and took two steps back: "General, please."

The commander-in-chief glanced at the Zhou family brothers and sisters in the temple: "These two are involved in a major case between the DPRK and China. I also ask the county master and two other nobles to keep today's secrets and not let others know."

"Please don't worry, General, I will convey it."

"Many thanks to the county lord." The commander-in-chief bowed and hurried away with the Dragon Guard and the prisoner.

Jiuzhu stood at the end of the path and watched Longwei leave. The wind blew the silk behind her, and the silk fluttered in the wind, swaying and soft.

"Your Majesty." Liu Zhongbao helped Emperor Longfeng take off the imperial crown, and whispered, "The servant of the Zheng family who escaped has been captured by the Dragon Guard."

"So fast?" Emperor Longfeng calculated the time, and it hasn't exceeded three hours since he ordered it.

"The commander-in-chief said that when they arrived, they had already been caught." Liu Zhongbao carefully took off the dragon pendant: "This matter is also thanks to the help of the county lord Ming."

Emperor Longfeng looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "You go to Hulongwei and check what these two people have done in the past."

"Old slave takes orders." Liu Zhongbao put the dragon-patterned pendant into the box: "Your Majesty, in the past few days, the natal families of the princesses have sent things into the palace."

Only His Royal Highness King Chen, who did not have the Yue family, had no gifts from relatives to receive.

"I think you are here to please Du Qing." Emperor Longfeng smiled, "I arranged for someone to call Ming Jingzhou into the palace, and said that he was to teach King Chen."

"Old slave obeys the holy decree." Liu Zhongbao smiled and bowed: "Old slave retire."

He exited the main hall of Taiyang Palace, took the whisk that the little eunuch handed over, and swung it in his hand: "You go to the Ministry of Rites to pick up Ming Shilang into the palace, remember to be polite and don't offend."

"Please rest assured, Grandpa Liu, the small things must be done beautifully." The little eunuch got the job of running errands and left with a smile on his face.

Liu Zhongbao took someone directly to Hulongwei's dungeon and saw the two servants of the Zheng family who were detained separately.

"Liu, Liu..." Scar could see who was coming, so scared that he couldn't even straighten his tongue.

How could the chief eunuch beside the emperor come here? !

"Yo, looking at your appearance, I have seen Zajia." Eunuch Liu smiled slightly: "It's a coincidence, Zajia likes to talk to acquaintances. Today, let's talk slowly."

He raised his head: "Before speaking, use a comb to loosen the skin for the two distinguished guests,

The skin is tight and the mouth is tight. If the mouth is tight, it is difficult to speak. The two of you should be more careful. "

Scar and Tsing Yi were dragged out, and their screams were soon heard.

Liu Zhongbao shook off the whisk in his hand, and said to the general leader of the guardian dragon guard: "It seems that the little general who combed his skin today is strong and skillful."

The general leader smiled: "Eunuch Liu came in person, so the brothers naturally wanted to show their hands."

The two smiled alike, as if they were in the green mountains and green waters, not in the screaming dungeon.

King Chen sat on the rocking chair in the yard, and lazily watched the eunuch maid carry things into King Huai's yard in large and small bags, and waved to the accompanying eunuch, "Will the palace of King Huai be moved?"

"Go back to your Highness, this is something that Princess Huai's mother sent someone to send." The eunuch accompanying the attendant said: "I think it's because the mother's family has some wishes for her daughter."

Yesterday was the natal family of Princess Qi and Princess An, and today it was the natal family of Princess Huai and Princess Jing. They were noisy all day long, and there was no quiet time.

Turning over on the reclining chair, King Chen snorted disdainfully, as a prince, why do you need something from the princess's family?

"My lord, the Minister of Rites is here, do you want to see him?"

Ming Jingzhou is here?

King Chen sat up: "See you!"

He glanced at the reclining chair under him and called a few eunuchs: "Remove the reclining chair and replace it with a tea table and tea chair. By the way, bring some serious books from this king's table."

Ming Jingzhou stepped into the gate of Zhangliu Palace and walked into the small courtyard where King Chen lived, and what he saw was the picture of Prince Junmei meticulously reading a book.

"The minister has seen the prince."

"Master Ming, don't be too polite." King Chen dropped the book and reached out to support Ming Jingzhou: "Master Ming, please take a seat."

"Thank you, my lord." Ming Jingzhou didn't refuse and sat down at the table. He glanced at the book that King Chen put on the table, and took the tea brought by the eunuch: "I am very pleased to see His Highness working so hard."

"Although I live in the palace, this king doesn't want to waste time." King Chen said without blushing, "I don't know why your lord is here today?"

"The minister visited His Highness today. First, he obeyed the Holy Order and came to teach His Highness the affairs of the Ministry of Rites. Second, he gave this thing to His Highness." Ming Jingzhou's painting tube was placed on the table.

"This is?" King Chen looked at the picture tube on the table in confusion.

"The picture of "Red Plums in Snow" that the little girl gave to His Highness." Ming Jingzhou took a sip of his tea: "His Royal Highness open it and see if you like it."

Ming Xiaozhu finally painted the snow scene?

King Chen opened the picture scroll, and when he saw a painting that had almost nothing to do with the name of the painting, he chuckled softly, but his eyebrows were as spring-like as spring.

"Thank you, Mr. Ming." He carefully put away the painting: "Jiuzhu's hard work, I will definitely keep it well."

Although the painting is a bit ugly, upon closer inspection, it is also... It is also somewhat cute.

At least, the person who paints is lovely.

"It's good if His Highness likes it." Ming Jingzhou smiled and nodded: "Knowing that His Highness likes her paintings, the little girl will be very happy."

After he finished speaking, he "feeled" a few books from his sleeve: "This minister is a foreigner, and it is not easy to enter the palace very often. Your Highness will take these books to read and copy, and I will bring them to you when the minister enters the palace next time. A new book is coming."

King Chen: "..."

"Your Highness?" Ming Jingzhou looked at King Chen with a smile.

"Please don't worry, my lord, this king will definitely take a good look and copy it." King Chen tried to smile: "It's hard work, my lord."

"It's not hard work." Ming Jingzhou smiled even more kindly: "Just be happy, Your Highness."

King Chen showed a happy smile to Ming Jingzhou.

A day later, all the princes in Zhang Liugong knew that King Chen had received the picture scroll from the future princess.

When the four brothers were sitting around the king's house eating a hot pot, King Huai mentioned this: "The county magistrate of Ming is worthy of being the daughter of the Ming family, and her painting skills are outstanding."

"Naturally." King Chen smiled: "Unfortunately, the Ming family only paints for their family members and their partners. Otherwise, I can also ask Ming Shilang to paint a picture for your brothers."

"It's a pity." King An looked at King Chen regretfully: "I wonder if fifth brother, can you give me a chance to see the paintings of the county magistrate?"

Chen Wang's chopsticks paused slightly: "I'll talk about it later when I have a chance."

In the future, it is an excuse, and the royal people understand it.

An Wang sighed and became more curious about the paintings of the Ming family.

King Qi was lying on the bed, and he didn't even look at the four people who were eating hot pot and chatting. It's been three days, and it's been three days. They haven't gotten tired of hot pot yet, but the house where he lives is already full of the smell of hot pot.

Before the hot pot was finished, Liu Zhongbao brought Eunuch Dali into the house.

"Your Highness." Liu Zhongbao saluted: "Your Majesty has a call, please go to Taiyang Palace quickly."

King Chen put down his chopsticks, and he smelled a very faint earthy smell on Liu Zhongbao's body, as well as... the smell of blood.

"His Royal Highness King Qi is injured, so he will be carried by the slaves." Liu Zhongbao bowed his hands to King Qi, "Please forgive me, Your Highness."