Jing Tianyou didn't say anything, and the guards who followed behind him stepped forward, picked up a money bag from the ground, and sent it to Jing Tianyou. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info "Your Highness." ”

Jing Tianyou raised his elbow, looked at the motionless man on the ground, and looked up to see a wooden hairpin in Wuhua's hand. "I don't know why the prince of Wuhua is here?"

Previously, she sang and harmonized with Yunshu, pinching the time. Now Sedum Tianyou asked deliberately, and Wuhua's eyes flashed. "This thief stole my belongings, and I searched all the way to track them down."

With that, she laughed. "Now look at this thief's boldness."

Sedum Tianyou was silent and thought about it before asking. "What is the son of Wuhua going to do with this thief?"

"This person also has a comrade, and now he has escaped." Wuhua pointed in the direction where Qiu Xuan left, "My guards have already chased after him, so this person, I'm afraid I will have to trouble His Highness to deal with it." ”

Sedum nodded, "That's fine, it's just..."

As soon as he stopped, footsteps were heard again at the entrance of the alley.

"Can the prince of Wuhua return the things to this king?" Hearing the voice coming from behind him, he didn't turn around, but just spread his palm to Wuhua.

Wuhua paused, followed Jing Tianyou's gaze, and then as if he suddenly realized, he sent the wooden hairpin in his hand to his palm.

His fingers were cold, and the moment they touched it, Wuhua was distracted for a moment, his throat was dry, and he didn't know what to think.

"God forbid." The one who followed behind was naturally a light joy dressed in light clothes. Seeing that there was still a person standing beside Jing Tianyou, she stared intently.

Princess Qinghuan's eyes flowed on Wuhua's body with interest, and her eyes were amazed and sighed without concealment. At the palace banquet, she only glanced at it from a distance, but when she looked closely, she found that her appearance was as handsome as a fairy. He was the best-looking man she had ever seen.

Qinghuan squinted and smiled. "Wuhua Gongzi is also here."

Touching Qinghuan's sight, Wuhua nodded and greeted. "Wuhua meets the princess."

"If you meet outside, you don't need to be so polite. Wuhua Gongzi is polite. Qinghuan shook her head slightly.

"God bless you, what do you do with this person?" Qinghuan listened to Tianyou's words and explained the reason why Wuhua was here, his brows moved slightly, and the expression on his face did not change, but he asked lightly.

"Wuhua Gongzi previously proposed to send it to the Yamen of the Beijing Mansion." Sedum replied. "This king also thinks so, very good."

Princess Qinghuan nodded slightly, and looked at Wuhua for a moment with a smile, "It's really a coincidence to meet Wuhua Gongzi here." ”

The corners of Wuhua's lips were slightly hooked, and his attitude was modest, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked with concern. "I don't know how Prince Xia is doing."

Princess Qinghuan was stunned by the question and lowered her eyes. "The royal brother has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and his illness has been repeated, alas, ......"

Wuhua nodded thoughtfully. "I heard that Prince Xia had a cold cough all night last night, and he was able to control it this morning. It seems that the condition has recurred. However, Doctor Mo has already rushed over, presumably after his conditioning, Prince Xia's condition will definitely improve. ”

Princess Qinghuan raised her eyes to look at Wuhua for a moment, and suddenly smiled. "This palace is here, thank you for the care of the prince Wuhua for the royal brother." After that, she said to Sedum on her side.

"It's been a long time since I came out today, and I'm tired of God bless to give this palace a ride."

……

Yunshu and Wuhua walked side by side, leading Wuhua to a slightly remote path while whispering. "Although Qu Er Ye has been dead for twenty-three years, he still had a deep brotherly relationship with adults when he was alive, and adults missed him. Every day, he ordered someone to clean the yard of the second master. ”

"So in addition to being empty, I heard that all the objects are still trying to maintain the appearance of the second master when he was alive."

While talking, the two had already walked through the bamboo forest, and Wuhua had already seen the courtyard that had been vacant for more than 20 years.

The courtyard is not big, surrounded by a two-story small bamboo building, and the door is hung with three big characters that are tired of writing elegance and modesty, Caomu Xuan. Because it is often cleaned, it is not dilapidated. There is only one gravel path in the courtyard for people to walk on.

"When Second Master Qu was still alive, both sides of this trail were planted with herbs." The trail is large enough for two people to walk side by side, and the cloud book on his side slowly narrates.

Wuhua nodded slightly, although this yard is cleaned all year round, but the herbs planted in this place are left unattended, and eventually become barren.

This place is located in the most remote boundary of the Prime Minister's Mansion, except for the people who clean it every day, no one usually walks here. So it's very quiet here, and it gives Wuhua a very comfortable feeling.

There are no furnishings in the hall except for an ink-colored landscape painting hanging behind the main seat.

Wuhua stood in front of the ink painting and looked at it for a moment, and found that it was actually the brush and ink left behind by the owner of the house, her uncle Qu Moxiu.

Qu Moxiu is five years younger than the right minister. I heard that he was talented back then, his appearance was also one of the best, his temperament was unruly, and he was a complete swinger.

It's just that from the elegant and simple furnishings in this hall, it is really difficult to see that the owner here is the unruly playboy in people's mouths.

Yunshu stood on the side and waited for Wuhua for a moment, seeing Wuhua standing motionless in front of the ink painting with her hands behind her back, she slowly pushed open the door behind the connecting hall, and there was a vacant space behind her, and a small room that had been idle for a long time.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Wuhua came back to his senses and walked towards Yunshu's room.

"Before the nobles entered the palace, they lived here."

Pushing open the door, the thick dust hit his face, Wuhua frowned, and took a step back.

Yun Shu brushed his sleeves, waited until the dust cleared, and then entered the room, pushing open the window that had been closed for an unknown amount of time.

Thinking that the person in charge of cleaning felt that no one was looking at the small room in the backyard if it was not cleaned, so he was lazy and deliberately forgot about the past.

Wuhua looked around.

The room is not big, but it has everything in place, and the furnishings in the room are even a few points better than the materials in the hall, and it seems that this uncle of hers is not ordinarily good to the nobles.

"The noble people were originally Tianfeng people." Speaking of this, the corners of Yun Shu's lips tightened slightly. "When Qu Erye traveled, he rescued him and took him to his side, and then saw that the nobles liked to study medicine, so they sent him to Lishui Stream."

"That courtyard is full of herbs, and I heard that it is also from the hands of the nobles."

"This noble man can sing and dance, and after he came out of Lishui Stream, he was soon favored by the emperor and brought into the palace."

Wuhua glanced at Yunshu and noticed that her mood was fluctuating, but he only answered softly and motioned for her to continue. "Yes."

After giving birth to the five princes, the emperor was overjoyed, and wanted to canonize him as a concubine in one fell swoop, but after giving birth to the five princes, he fell ill. happened to bump into the death of the Emperor Taishang, and there was no blessing after delay. Before His Royal Highness King Le passed his third birthday, he died. Yun Shu's eyes were a little dazed.

Wuhua chose to ignore this, and she walked around the dusty room. There was a bookshelf next to the bed, on which were densely packed with books, Wuhua took one and flipped through it, glanced at it casually, and found that it was basically a medical scripture.

But because they were not stored properly, some of the medical scriptures were yellowed, and some of the pages were glued together.

A hand crossed behind him and removed a book from a higher shelf.

The dust flew in the air, and Wuhua took a few steps back, until he had completely leaned into Qiu Xuan's arms, and then narrowly avoided being covered in dust.

Qiu Xuan chuckled, his eyes flashing with the glint of the prank.

Seeing that Wuhua raised his head and glared at him, he covered it up, lowered his head and turned over the medical scripture in his hand.

After a moment, he raised his eyes and quickly took a few books from the shelf, and was amazed. Then he beckoned to Yunshu and motioned for her to come over.

Stuffed several medical scriptures in his hand into Yun Shu's hand, and his face under the mask couldn't see his emotions clearly. "Let's see."

Yunshu nodded silently.

Seeing that something was wrong with Yunshu, Qiu Xuan and Wuhua glanced at each other, and seemed to understand something in a trance.

Wuhua walked around the room and finally walked to the sandalwood dresser placed by the window. The rouge gouache placed on it is neatly placed, just like the people who lived here back then.

Wuhua lowered his head and saw that the drawer under the dresser had opened a slight gap and was not locked.

She reached out and gently pulled it away, and saw a wooden box sitting right at the end. Take it out and take a look, and the contents are tightly wrapped.

When I opened it layer by layer, I realized that what was carefully hidden by the nobles was a few sandalwood hairpins that looked rough and simple in workmanship, all of which were inlaid with a polished and smooth jadeite bead that looked very valuable.

Seeing that those hairpins are either crooked and distorted, or disconnected, the people who want to come here to make wooden sticks are not proficient in this craft.

Yunshu didn't know when he had walked behind Wuhua, looked at the wooden sticks in Wuhua's hands, and opened his lips. "Tianfeng people, women and women, their families will polish a jade wooden stick for them, in order to hope that their lives will be safe, eat and drink without worry."

Yunshu is the descendant of Tianfeng, so Wuhua was not surprised to learn the meaning of this wooden spoon from her mouth.

"When the noble man was rescued by Qu Erye, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and at the age of sixteen, he was sent to Lishui Stream by Qu Erye, and he was only out of Lishui Stream at the age of twenty."

Wuhua nodded, she knew that Guiren had been following Qu Moxiu before entering the Lishui Stream. So who made these wooden sticks for the nobles?

Just when Wuhua was in doubt, Qiu Xuan, who had been standing on the edge of the bookcase, turned out a box of calligraphy and paintings out of nowhere. Now spread it on the ground casually, and look up and down carefully.

Wuhua stood and swept his eyes, and suddenly froze in place.

The man on the picture is dressed in a brocade robe, his face is as handsome as a fairy, and his eyebrows are gentle like water. A pair of eyes sparkling with a smile and full of charm. As if he wanted to break out of the painting, in terms of appearance, he actually had eighty or ninety similarities with Wuhua's face.

Especially the temperament that moistens people's hearts and spleens between the stability of the body, the payment is October of the 19th year of Qingyang.

What shocked Wuhua was not that this uncle's appearance and bearing were similar to hers, but that the person on the painting was holding a jade wooden stick in his hand and looked at it carefully.

It was the one in God's hand last time.

Seeing such a painting, Wuhua's previous doubts were suddenly solved. Calculating the time, it should be painted by the noble people after receiving this wooden hairpin.

Merely...

Isn't this uncle, who has never been masked, a swinger with a nickname? How can you carve a wooden stick for a slave with your own hands?