Chapter 149 (Subscription Requested!)

Li Chengqian was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked down one by one in the order that Ayah had handed to him, and gradually understood what this was all about.

The first silk book came from Li Chunfeng, the order of the Taishi Bureau. The ink is brand new, probably from his most recent presentation.

It is said that Pei Lin was far away from his wife and children two years ago, exiled to Jingzhou, and lived an extremely hard life in Jingzhou, and then there were people who launched an uprising in his name, and he immediately led the soldiers and horses he could mobilize to rebel in Jingding, Qingping County. Now that Pei Lin is old and lonely and wandering outside, he still hopes that His Majesty will be loyal to Li Tang and his faction, and mercifully let him return to Beijing for the rest of his life.

The second silk book came from Chengdu Mansion on Lingnan Province. The ink is old, and it should be the original that has been properly stored for a long time.

This silk book reports in detail when and where the Jingzhou rebellion started at that time, and how Pei Lin sent people to lobby the Chengdu Mansion and ask the Fu Yin to lend him half of the elite soldiers in his hands. The information in this is extremely accurate, like the superposition of countless military newspapers.

The silk book placed at the bottom comes from the monk Falla. The ink was even lighter than the second one, and when I turned it to the back, there was a string of bloodstains, which looked very infiltrating.

This is a desperate book, and Li Chengqian only has one feeling after reading it.

The handwriting of this monk is very beautiful, but it has a bleak taste. He said above that he was about to die, but fortunately, before he died, he told a friend surnamed Pei of his prophecy, and finally died without regrets. However, the people in power in Li Tang knew the content of the prophecy, but they could do nothing about the arrival of the prophecy, which was really strange and strange, pitiful and ridiculous.

Li Chengqian read these three silk books together, and it was easy to deduce. The friend surnamed Pei mentioned by Monk Falla refers to Pei Lone.

But he was very confused after reading it: Pei Lin is a high-powered courtier, how could he have such a deep relationship with people outside the party? Why was Pei Lin relegated to the outside of Beijing by Aya? Aya saw Li Chunfeng's excerpts today, why didn't he make up his mind himself, but showed these to his children?

Li Shimin saw that his gaze wandered away from the silk book, and said, "If you sit in this seat, do you think Pei Lin should return to Beijing?" ”

"Back to Beijing." Li Chengqian said without hesitation.

"Why?" He looked at Li Chengqian, who was sitting opposite him, in surprise.

Two years ago. Monk Falla can be said to be known to everyone in Chang'an City.

He was able to enter and leave the palace. I can walk the market. If you open your mouth, you can break the blessing, and you can calculate the time of the day with your hands. This monk has a lot of ability, and everyone is extremely respectful when they see him. They even vied with each other to provide for him with treasures and food.

However, Monk Falla was robbed because his ability was too great - he actually said that Li Tang was going to die at the hands of women when Li Tang was more than ten years after the founding of the country.

In fact, Monk Falla did not say this outside, but his fanatical followers leaked it. It caused confusion in the market.

After Li Shimin heard the rumors, he was angry on the outside and flustered in his heart. After all, Monk Falla's divination is obvious to all. He also helped him defeat Wang Shichong in the past.

He ordered the monk to be thrown to prison and tortured to interrogate him about the details of the prophecy. Monk Falla would rather die than say it, because he believed that if he did, dozens of reincarnations in the next three paths would not be enough to atone.

Monk Falla left a silk book before he died. This is what Li Chengqian is seeing now.

Pei Lin was mentioned above, and Li Shimin suspected that Pei Lin knew about it, so he was questioned and imprisoned. It turned out that he didn't say anything either. Or really didn't know or concealed the details, Li Shimin was furious. Someone made up several reasons to send him back to his hometown.

Later, a madman in Xinyang who was good at fortune-telling and reading looked at Pei Lin and said that he was the appearance of the lord of the world. The words passed through countless people to His Majesty's ears, and they didn't mean it anymore. Li Shimin felt that he was against him, so he exiled him to Jingzhou.

Who knew that Pei Lin himself was a disaster-inducer. After a few months of comfortable life in Jingzhou, I listened to the Jingzhou Taishou and a group of Shanqiang Nanban uprising. After borrowing troops to pacify Jingzhou, he was placed in Chengdu Prefecture.

"This silk book says that he has a good relationship with his grandfather, and if he can return to Beijing, his grandfather's health may be better." Li Chengqian pointed to Li Chunfeng's silk calligraphy. He had long seen that Pei Lian's debasement was probably not something that could be summarized by the words on these three silk books, so he cleverly chose an angle that was least likely to be wrong.

Anyway, he's still young, and Aya won't ask himself to be thoughtful.

Li Shimin's face froze suddenly. It turns out that in the eyes of children, this matter is so simple. The answer was so straight to the heart that he couldn't say the reason for refusal.

"Then it's up to you to draft an edict." As he spoke, he pushed the pen inkstone and scroll in front of Li Chengqian's eyes.

Li Chengqian rolled up his sleeves and picked up the red pen, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then fell silent.

The person on the other side scribbled on something, without pause. Li Shimin was very satisfied with him, and felt that the eldest son who was precocious and sensitive, seemed to have improved his ability a little. If it weren't for his recent poor health, he would have been able to complete the crown ceremony in February this year and become a qualified prince, and now I don't know when this crown ceremony will be completed.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh.

……

When Qin Ying and Su Huan came out of the chess room, it was exactly noon. After the two of them went to the dining hall to eat together, they went back to the wing room in the backyard to rest.

When she was halfway there, she saw the hairpin lady sitting quietly under the porch in a daze.

patted the hairpin lady on the shoulder, Qin Ying felt a little strange when she saw that she didn't react at all. Didn't I spend a lot of time comforting her yesterday? When I left, I saw her smile for a moment, why did she suddenly become dull today? Haven't you adjusted your mood yet?

The thoughts in her heart turned several times in an instant, and Qin Ying sat next to the hairpin lady and patted her back rhythmically.

Qin Ying remembered what grievances she had suffered outside when she was a child, and her sister comforted her like this.

Later, she asked her why she didn't tell her a story or make something delicious to coax herself. Just listen to my sister's words: touch can more effectively comfort the soul.

"--What kind of person do you say Li Chunfeng, he?" The hairpin lady didn't have a biased head, so she knew that Qin Ying was coming.

"Sometimes he is thoughtful and thoughtful to make people think that he is a Confucian student, and sometimes he is profligate and smiling to make people want to ......" The hairpin girl grinded her back molars with a hideous face, "and pinched him to death with one hand." ”

Qin Ying smiled in a long tone: "He came to the Hanlin Academy to look for you again today?" Seeing that you are so angry, did he just do something offensive to you? ”

“…… That's it. The hairpin lady gestured.

After Qin Ying understood, she shyly covered her hot face.

(To be continued.) )

ps: When I wrote this paragraph, I felt that Li Chengqian was so scheming. At a young age, he was as good at scheming as Qin Ying, who had lived for three hundred years.