"Look at this. Lan Shan pushed a piece of plain paper to Lan Songquan.

Lan Songquan glanced at it, and saw that a person's birthday was written on it, and it was a certain day.

In Daliang, the eight characters of the birthday are a person's very private information, except for the matchmaker when discussing relatives, and will not let others know about it, and the plain note that Lan Shan handed to Lan Songquan did not indicate that this person was born at a certain time.

"Guess whose this is?" Lan Shan asked with a smile.

Lan Songquan is better than blue these young people, and many of the methods of calculating political enemies are all thought up by him, which can be said to be a bad stomach, listening to Lan Shan's words, his eyes rolled, and he blurted out: "Champion Hou?"

Lan Shan smiled and nodded: "Yes, it is the champion Hou." ”

Lan Songquan sat down opposite Lanshan and wondered, "Father, what are you doing to inquire about the birthday of the champion Hou?"

Lan Shan leaned back, adjusted his comfortable sitting position, and said unhurriedly: "You haven't heard of the rumors outside?"

Lan Songquan sneered: "Champion Hou is a matter of the outer room? Isn't this all over the place, I haven't heard of it, but this can't be used as a reason for us to attack him, if you really want to write on this, you have to scold the emperor." ”

Lan Shan glanced at Lan Songquan lightly: "Of course you can't use this as a book." Although you have grown a lot over the years, I am afraid that you have not paid attention to the events of ten or twenty years ago. When Jing'an Hou was young, he often led troops to fight abroad, and he didn't stay in the capital much, and he and his wife were famous for their affection at that time. ”

Lan Songquan cheered up when he heard this, sat up straight and said, "Father, what do you mean-"

Lan Shan was very old, and he tried to raise his eyelids to reveal a cloudy gaze, and said slowly: "If the age of the third son of the champion Hou and Jing'an Hou is changed, it can still be said that Jing'an Hou later raised the outer room, but looking at the age of the champion Hou, at that time, Jing'an Hou didn't stay in the capital for much time, is it possible that he still has the heart to raise the outer room?"

"Father, just tell me straight, I really didn't pay much attention to the early years. Although Lan Songquan didn't understand why Lan Shan said this, he vaguely felt that he was about to know something earth-shattering.

Lan Shan's cloudy eyes fell on the plain note with Shao Mingyuan's birthday written on it, and his voice turned softer: "In the fifth year of Mingkang, the Marquis of Zhenyuan was knocked down by me, and the whole clan was beheaded, but the young son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan was not among them, and the explanation at the time was that the young son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan had a problem in the womb and had died before the execution. ”

Lan Songquan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Mingkang is five years, it is exactly twenty-one years ago, and the champion Hou is now twenty-two years old." Father, do you guess that the champion Hou is the youngest son of the Zhenyuan Hou?"

Lan Shan nodded slowly: "Not bad." Originally, there was no news circulating outside, I never thought about it, but now there are rumors that the champion Hou is the outer room of the Marquis of Jing'an, rather than making me believe that the Marquis of Jing'an will raise the outer room more than 20 years ago, I believe that this is his Li Dai Taozhuang, who saved the young son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan!"

Lan Shan closed his eyes, and his thoughts returned to twenty-one years ago.

Mingkang five years, it was really a bloody year.

King Su rebelled, he took advantage of this to bring down the Marquis of Zhenyuan, he still remembered that the officials who interceded for the Marquis of Zhenyuan knelt on the ground, and even had the imperial history crash to death on the dragon pillar, fortunately, at that time, the emperor hated things related to King Su and did not waver in his decision.

Jing'an Hou was one of the officials who pleaded for the Marquis of Zhenyuan.

Thinking of this, Lan Shan's cloudy eyes suddenly shot out a fine light.

It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go! Champion Hou is the orphan of Zhenyuan Hou, or not, he will not take this risk, he must cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

"Father, I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, we have to kill the champion Hou!" Lan Songquan blushed with excitement and had a thick neck.

Lan Shan patted Lan Songquan's shoulder, and said in his heart: In the end, it is his own son!

"Father, do you have any clues about the early years?" After the excitement, Lan Songquan regained his composure.

Lan Shan narrowed his eyes and sighed: "It's been too long, even if there are any clues, they have been broken." ”

Lan Songquan smiled fiercely: "It doesn't matter if the clue is broken, the evidence is not made by people, besides, our emperor really wants to kill people, but he doesn't need any conclusive evidence." ”

Lan Shan nodded slowly.

He has been a courtier for decades and has long understood that for the high-ranking emperor, what is more needed for the courtier is an excuse, and it is never evidence.

"Father, then I'll go and get busy, and try to surprise the emperor when he comes out of the customs. ”

Lan Shan waved his hand: "Go, I'm old and don't have much energy, and these things depend on you." ”

Lan Songquan went out in a hurry, Lan Shan took a sip of tea, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

In the Jing'an Hou Mansion, the atmosphere was extremely low, and the people walked lightly, lest they provoke the master to be scolded in vain.

In the past, the Hou Mansion was the head of Mrs. Jing'an Hou, and Mrs. Jing'an Hou changed to Mrs. Shizi after the Buddha's ceremony.

In the Shizi Institute, Shao Jingyuan, the prince of Jing'an, couldn't get out of bed after being beaten hard, and the wife of the prince Wang was sitting on the edge of the bed to give him medicine.

"Oh, you light. ”

Wang pouted the corners of his mouth: "Shizi, why do you want to make Hou Ye angry-"

"What do you know!" Before Wang finished speaking, Shao Jingyuan turned his face, because the wound was involved, and he cried out again and again, "Mother is about to die of anger, don't you see? Why is Shao Mingyuan proud of the spring breeze and rising to the top, but I have to watch my mother suffer and can only be dumb?"

Wang did not agree with Shao Jingyuan's words: "Now that the world knows that the Hou Ye has spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, our Hou Mansion has become the object of the world's fingering, what good is it?"

She is now in charge of the house, of course, for the sake of her three children, and when the two brothers discuss marriage in the future, if people come to say that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, worried that her son will follow his grandfather to learn, then it will be a dumb person to eat coptis.

Shao Jingyuan directly pushed Wang away: "If you don't want to give me medicine, just change someone else!"

"Shizi—"

"Get out!"

Wang closed his eyes, endured his anger and walked out silently, beckoning the housekeeper to ask, "Didn't Master Hou eat well today?"

"Yes, the food that was brought in in the morning was brought out untouched. ”

Wang frowned when he heard this: "Hou Ye is old, you can't stand it if you don't eat, at noon, you tell the kitchen to make something easy to digest, and I will personally bring it to Hou Ye." ”

With the character of the prince, it may not be what will happen to her when she inherits the title, she still looks forward to the Hou Ye living for a few more years.

At this time, Jing'an Hou was staying in the study, suddenly sat up from the low couch, and ordered the servants guarding the door: "Call the third prince over." ”