When Yuan Wenqian and his wife were in a state of uncertainty, the housekeeper in the house suddenly appeared outside the door with a letter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Master, someone from outside the mansion sent a letter just now, and asked the people in the mansion to pass it on to you."

Yuan Wenqian looked at the letter in the butler's hand and frowned, "Who sent it?" ”

The old slave didn't know either, and the porter also said that the man looked quite eye-catching, but he said that as long as the subordinate mentioned the "startling horse" to the master, the lord would naturally know who he was, and this letter was very important, so that the subordinate must be handed over to the master as soon as possible. The butler shook his head and said.

Yuan Wenqian heard the housekeeper say that he was shocked, his expression was stunned, and the next moment he suddenly remembered the figure in the green shirt who had saved him on Zhengyang Street not long ago, and he still remembered the words that the person said in his ear at that time, and it was precisely because of the person's reminder that he would notice the inconsistency between the two princes, Yuan Wenqian's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to take the letter in the housekeeper's hand.

The envelope was plain, sealed with red lacquer, and when opened, there were only two thin sheets of letter paper inside.

There were a few words written on the paper above, Yuan Wenqian's pupils shrank sharply after seeing the handwriting on the letter, and before he could exclaim, he was shocked by the content written on it, he hurriedly went to look at the second piece of paper, and when he saw the content on it, the whole person's expression trembled sharply, he grabbed the letter paper tightly, and almost crushed it in the palm of his hand.

How could it be...... How could this be?!

"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing that Yuan Wenqian's expression had changed greatly, Mrs. Yuan hurriedly asked.

"Yuan'er's matter will be put aside for the time being, I have important things to go out of the house now." After Yuan Wenqian finished speaking to Mrs. Yuan, he turned his head to the housekeeper and hurriedly ordered, "Steward Liu, let the subordinates send a message to Yun'er and Luo'er, so that they must go back to the house tonight, and prepare the car immediately, the old man is going to the right minister's mansion!" ”

Steward Liu has been in the Yuan family for many years, and he has rarely seen Yuan Wenqian so anxious, he didn't dare to delay at the moment, and hurriedly ordered to go down to prepare the car, but Yuan Wenqian hurriedly returned to the study, rummaged for a while before putting something in his sleeve, and hurriedly left the house with the letter.

The carriage galloped all the way towards Sihou Yu's mansion, and when it arrived in front of the right minister's mansion, Yuan Wenqian didn't even wait for the transmission, he directly pushed open the door and strode into the mansion.

The people in front of the door all knew the patriarch, and they didn't dare to stop them when they saw this, so they could only hurry up and inform Si Hou Yu in front, and when Si Hou Yu saw Yuan Wenqian with an anxious face, his expression couldn't help but change, he and Yuan Wenqian have known each other for decades, and they have a deep relationship with each other.

Si Hou Yu hurriedly sent his subordinates away and personally brought Yuan Wenqian into the study.

"Yun Meng, what happened, how could you be so anxious?" Sihou Yu asked out loud, Yun Meng, it is Yuan Wenqian's expression.

Yuan Wenqian didn't say anything, he just handed the crumpled letter in his hand to Si Hou Yu with a calm face, and Si Hou Yu took it and said suspiciously: "...... is this?" ”

"You'll see it."

Si Hou Yu opened the letter when he heard the words, and his expression changed after just reading two sentences, the letter seemed to be copied from something, and the tone inside was also like an order given by the superior to the subordinate, and the things described were very secretive.

He looked at Yuan Wenqian tightly, "Yun Meng, where did you get this thing from?" ”

Yuan Wenqian pursed his lips tightly, and told Si Hou Yu everything that happened after he was startled in front of Zhengyang Street last time, and only after he finished saying that he continued: "This letter was sent by that person, and I don't know who he is, but since his last warning, I have ordered someone to check it privately, and the second prince is indeed not as ambitious as he has shown, and you can take a look at this." Yuan Wenqian handed over another piece of paper with only a few words written on it.

After Si Hou Yu saw the handwriting on it, he snatched it and stood up with a "Teng" sound, he looked at Yuan Wenqian excitedly and said, "This is ...... It's ......"

Yuan Wenqian nodded affirmatively, and Si Hou Yu was speechless, "How is it possible, he is obviously dead, how can there be his handwriting?" ”

"Take a closer look." Yuan Wenqian said.

Sihou Yu was stunned, and hurriedly lowered his head to take a closer look, but his expression slowly eased, he shook his head and said: "No, this is not Yin Xiang's handwriting, Yin Xiang's handwriting is strong, plump and majestic, but although the handwriting on this letter is similar, it is a little less clear, more handsome and sharp, and the pen is more like a golden iron horse between the dragon and snake, but Yun Meng, who is the person who wrote the letter, if it wasn't for Yin Xiang's personal teaching, how could there be such similar handwriting in this world?" ”

Yuan Wenqian shook his head, "I don't know, but this person must have something to do with Prime Minister Yin's Mansion, and I vaguely feel that what happened in Beijing recently is also inseparable from this person, I am coming to you now to ask you another thing, have you ever seen the treasonous and collaborator letter written by His Majesty Yin Xiang's handwriting?" ”

Si Hou Yu's eyes widened, "You mean, you suspect that the letter is fake?" ”

"Didn't you doubt it?" Yuan Wenqian asked coldly, "Only His Majesty has seen that letter back then, although he also let everyone read it in the court, but it was only a glance, since someone can imitate Yin Xiang's handwriting today, who can guarantee that someone will not write that letter to the enemy on behalf of the same person back then?" Sihou ...... Don't forget, Yin Shao was the emperor's teacher back then, and he also taught all the princes in the palace, enlightened them, and taught them to learn calligraphy, and it was not difficult for some of them to imitate Yin Shao's handwriting! ”

Si Hou Yu's face changed greatly by the meaning of Yuan Wenqian's words.

Yuan Wenqian continued to say coldly: "Besides, what kind of demeanor Yin Shao was back then, the Yin family was also above tens of thousands of people under one person in the Great Zhou, why bother to do things that would be poked in the backbone by later generations, and at that time things changed too quickly, first the first emperor died, and then King An was killed for killing the first emperor, and the Yin family was also reduced to ruins overnight, didn't you doubt what happened back then?" ”

"......" Sihou Yu pursed his lips, how could he not have doubted it, but all the unfavorable ones pointed to the Yin Xiangfu.

Sihou Yu suddenly remembered that day in the imperial garden of the palace, the gentle young man in white clothes who was victorious in snow said to him, "The rabbit is dead and the dog is cooked, and the bird is hidden", and he never let the Ning family become the second Yin family, he clenched his fist, and his hand hung down after a long time.

"What's the use of talking about these now, time has passed, even if the grievances of Prime Minister Yin's Mansion can be revealed, but have you ever thought that the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the royal family is in turmoil, and it is always the common people who suffer from the dead and injured."

"Then why do you think the writer sent the letter to my house?" Yuan Wenqian suddenly smiled coldly: "Some things are not something we are willing to pass, they will really pass, Sihou, you see, the real chaos in Beijing has just begun." (To be continued.) )