Chapter One Hundred and Three: The Knife

In the past few days, the wind in Lingbei has been loud, and everyone is in danger.

A while ago, it was rumored in the market that Chu Fengge, the king of Wenrui, escorted the envoys to Beihu to swear an alliance to ensure the peace of the border for decades.

The storyteller's book has been written, the script of the southern and northern tunes has also been polished, and even the drama of the troupe has been strung two or three times, just waiting for these two honors to return to their hometowns, and they will sing a lively scene of the envoy skillfully arguing with the king of Beihu and the prince picking on General Hu, and the matter is suddenly over.

A few days later, the alleys in the market in Lingbei were shocked by a news: their prince, who had lived in Beijing for a long time and had never returned, actually returned to Lingbei, and was even seriously injured in bed, and he couldn't even go back to the capital, for fear of losing his life when he saw the wind, so he had to recuperate in Lingbei.

Everyone finally had a new lively joke, and they talked about the ferocity of the Hu people in the old days, and the old King Wenrui crisscrossed the field several times, and finally killed those Hu people obediently and did not dare to act rashly.

Now that the old King Wenrui has only been gone for more than ten years, the group of northern jackals in the frontier has become restless, and there have been several conflicts between large and small, although they have not taken advantage, but they are enough to make Jing Chao embarrassed.

I heard that this little King Wenrui has also been on the battlefield and won meritorious services, and he has also had the credit of saving the driver in front of the emperor, and he is young and promising.

But how could this little King Wenrui be seriously injured?

The privacy of these ordinary people is unknown, but the truth is not known, and it can always be guessed.

The temperament of Lingbei people who love to watch the excitement is no worse than that of the people of Beijing, and because they are far away from the Son of Heaven, they have less to worry about, and they dare to guess and say anything.

In the past few days, the tea shop and wine shop are full of rumors about King Wenrui.

There were two young men talking in a low voice:

"Why did this little prince go to Beihu?"

"Didn't you say to protect the envoys?"

"Then you say, the little prince is back, where is the envoy?"

"Who knows?"

"Are you stupid? Nine times out of ten, the envoy died in Beihu, and the little prince's injuries were caused by him. What kind of men are we in Lingbei? How can we be so injured in a small way? In my opinion, this prince's injury is not on his body nine times out of ten, but in his heart——"

The young man sighed three times, and finally brought a tune.

The other said: "Why do I sound a little familiar with this plot? Isn't this the book that Zuo's teahouse said a few days ago?

The young man said, "How can this not be believed? Can you find any other reason? I think it is true...... Didn't you listen to the whole book, the envoy's name is Wei Heming, someone made up his book in the early years, and he took a name called the one who was born Xie Yuanlang, he has a good relationship with the little prince, and he has a lifelong friendship. I heard that the story of the two of them has already been made up in the theater garden......"

Wei Heming squirted out a sip of tea in the room, deeply understanding the imagination of the people.

In the past few days, Wei Heming has been wandering around Lingbei, and he has heard no less than ten versions, all of which are true.

The most widely circulated is that he and Wei Heming are old friends and forget about death.

The eye-catching one simply designated them as Qi brothers, and swiped them inside and out, from the Peony Pavilion to the West Chamber, all of them were pinched on them.

They didn't want to think about it, just Chu Fengge's virtue, how could they say that they would form a contract with him after he explored flowers in high school?

Why did he still stay in the room of Shangshu Mansion and write miserably that this situation could be recalled?

Not to mention that the two of them have to chant poems against the moonlight together - he won't be that, and Chu Fengge won't be that.

It is said that there are also some privately circulated Longyang painting books, which turn Chu Fengge into a bearded man with a big waist and a round waist, and paint himself as a weak appearance of a play, and the content is obscene and unsightly.

Wei Heming didn't even want to look at it.

The heart disease of his previous life is about to follow.

Wei Heming swallowed a mouthful of old blood in his throat and called for another pot of tea, but no one came for a long time.

He invited all the officials of the palace today, but now he didn't even see a shadow, just listening to a belly of stories, and he was all with himself as the protagonist.

He asked Zhu Yan, "What time is it?"

Zhu said tiredly: "It's not time." ”

"When are we going to set a time?"

"Noon. ”

Wei Heming cocked the table boredly: "Didn't any of them come?"

Zhu Yan looked left and right, only himself and Wei Heming were two: "None of them came." ”

"Wonderful," Wei Heming smiled. "It seems that what your Highness said does not work. ”

Zhu Yan pulled out his knife and looked cold: "My subordinates understand." ”

"You understand ......" Wei Heming swallowed the dirty words back into his stomach and pressed his knife back. "What kind of general brings what soldiers, and if you don't agree with you, you will use your knife. ”

Zhu Yan had a cold face, he received a death order, and seeing Wei Heming was like seeing the prince himself.

Wei Heming patted his ass and got up: "If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go to the mountain." Today, I will teach you for your Highness, what it means to be a soldier without blood. ”

Zhu Yan nodded, still full of evil spirits. Wei Heming missed the foundation of the Beijing division for a moment, although he was a little stupid, the same wood, but he could still pick up the conversation.

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"Take a break, Zhu Dianshu take a break," Zuo Changshi Chongyuanjun put the teacup on the table, and said calmly. "What a big thing, it's worth the book's anxiety. ”

That Zhu Dianshu was already wide and fat, paced back and forth in the room for a long time, turned out the stuffy sweat of his head, rolled up his sleeves and wiped it: "Brother Chongshi is very determined, no matter how bad that person is, he is also a person next to the prince, I won't give him face like this, I'm afraid of ......"

Chongyuanjun snorted lightly: "Afraid, what are you afraid of, I wait for the subordinate officials of the palace, no matter how low the grade is, he is also an official, he has a white body, I don't know where to fight, just rely on the prince's words to take the lead, where does the face come from?"

Zhu Dianshu said: "I'm not afraid of him, it's just that people like you and I are already embarrassed in this palace, and the prince is in charge of the soldiers, if he uses this person to drive us all out of power......"

Everyone in the hall was worried.

According to the official system of the Jing Dynasty, the vassal king in charge of the army was not allowed to interfere in local political affairs, while the vassal king's vassals were dispatched by the central government, and they only had official qualities in their hands and had no real power.

In the past few years, King Wenrui was not there, and these subordinate officials were idle officials, who could not reach the sky or the ground, and had no merit or negligence.

Chu Fengge came back, but they were even more panicked in their hearts.

Especially as soon as King Wenrui got on the road, he came up with a "Mr. Ming", saying that he was a guest brought from the capital, and he had to take care of all the affairs first, so they were even more uncomfortable.

Today, Mr. Na Ming invited his subordinates to the teahouse for a gathering, and almost laughed off their big teeth.

Chongyuanjun didn't go, Zhu Dianshu didn't go, and the people below didn't dare to go, they all gathered in Chongyuanjun's house.

It's just that when the matter was made, Zhu Dianshu was still panicked: "You said that the prince wouldn't really take a few of us?"

Chongyuanjun pointed outside: "Even if it is a knife, it should also be our Zuo Changshi to start, that is the disciple of a serious family, and there is a backer in Beijing." How many of us did you get in that round?"

The book was missing, but his eyes suddenly widened: "Brother Chongshi, you said that this prince stayed here quietly, didn't you have a ...... Or is his life really in jeopardy? ”

Chongyuanjun glared at him: "Zhu Dianshu, be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Dare to run out of anything, and blame this person's surname is Zhu, and it is really a human head pig brain.

Chongyuanjun didn't bother to talk to him much, he wasn't afraid that this King Wenrui was not right, he was afraid that this King Wenrui was really willing to be mediocre, or that he would go to Beijing after a few days of illness, then he didn't know how long he would go to this Lingbei.

As for this King Wenrui, if he dies in Beihu like this, I am afraid it will be even more unfortunate.

Chongyuanjun listened to the sound of Zhu Dianshu snorting and panting, and became more and more irritable.

After a while, I suddenly heard a report from the little guy outside: "Adult, adult...... Mr. Na Ming, you're here!"

Chongyuanjun's face sank: "Say I'm not in the house." ”

"Then I'll wait here for your return. A Qingyue voice came from the door, Chongyuanjun's face sank, and he saw a young man shaking a folding fan and shaking the door and shook in, dressed in a tea-white shirt, embroidered with stone blue bamboo patterns, wearing a pair of satin boots, and his youthful appearance with that pair of smiling eyes, which was unbearable to criticize. The young man is still holding on to the prayer post in his hand, which is a bit like a literati.

Chongyuanjun's tone was sarcastic: "Mr. is not polite. ”

The young man put the prayer post in his hand on the table, and said with a smile: "Since the honorable driver doesn't want to give me face, I have to stick your cold ass with a hot face." ”

This time and again, the young man didn't seem to care about the cold reception he received, and walked around the hall freely, with a smile on his face, and counted them to Zhu Yan one by one: "This table and chair are Huanghuali's, the calligraphy and painting are left by Meng Zi, and the screen is a serious Su embroidery." Saying that, he also gently knocked the tea cup in Zhu Dianshu's hand, which made Zhu Dianshu tremble, but he showed an amiable smile: "Don't be afraid, your porcelain cup is not very valuable, although it is a Ru kiln, it is not many years." ”

As soon as Zhu Dianshu breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the young man say: "But this tea, I'm afraid it's expensive." ”

Zhu Yan had a cold face, and only knew how to nod.

Chongyuanjun put the teacup aside: "What does Mr. mean, let's talk about it directly." ”

The young man shook the fan, and a smile on his face was as old as before: "I am respectful, entrusted by others, loyal to people, and I am under the orders of His Royal Highness to take over the palace, so I naturally want to settle the general account with you." ”