Thirty-one, conspiracy show - the eldest prince (I)
When Chu Boyu, the king of Liang, came out of the palace and met his father-in-law who was waiting outside.
"King Liang, come out." Gonggong Hou greeted Chu Boyu with a smile on his face.
For this Hou Sizheng Hou Gonggong, Chu Boyu naturally did not dare to ignore it, although he had been kind to the other party in the early years, but after all, it was also because of some inexplicable reasons, although he had long since stopped caring about this matter, but this Hou Gonggong still remembered the kindness of the year.
"Father-in-law Hou, you're still there." Chu Boyu replied to the other party very politely.
"Aren't you waiting for King Liang," Gonggong Hou walked in front of Chu Boyu with a smile, and then took out a brocade box from his sleeve, the box was narrow and slender, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.
"The old slave knows that you are rare these objects, this is not just a good thing, so let the children under him buy it, I thought that it would be sent to your house after today, who would have thought that you would come to the palace early in the morning, and it just happened to save the old slave from sending someone to run, this thing is valuable, I don't worry about those boys, they don't have a weight in their hands, it's not good if they bump it."
Saying that, Hou Sizheng stuffed the brocade box in his hand into Chu Boyu's hand.
Chu Boyu is not unfamiliar with this, after all, every month every year, this Hou Sizheng will send some things to the Liang Palace, some are strange objects, some are mountain delicacies, and some are strange things from the surrounding subject countries.
Chu Boyu opened the brocade box in front of Hou Sizheng, and a simple and immaculate folding fan lay quietly in the box, the folding fan was dark brown all over, exuding a faint fragrance, and there was a little tassel on the tail, which added some different atmosphere to the folding fan.
Chu Boyu naturally knew that this fan was a good thing, so he couldn't help but take it out of the brocade box, and when the folding fan was opened, the aroma was long, and it came to his face.
On the front of the fan is written "One Riding a Horse", and on the reverse of the fan is written "Guarding the Frontier".
"Lord Wang, this word is the handwriting of the former pilgrim." Hou Sizheng saw that Chu Boyu liked it, and his heart was settled, so he continued, "And this fan bone is made of high-quality water-grade agarwood, which has the effect of calming the mind and maintaining the face." ”
Chu Boyu naturally liked it, but when he heard Hou Sizheng say that this handwriting was the handwriting of the former pilgrim, he naturally knew the value of this fan.
"Father-in-law Hou, this is a bit precious, this king can't stand it." Chu Boyu said such words, but he didn't look like returning the folding fan to Hou Sizheng at all.
Hou Sizheng naturally knew that what Chu Boyu said was a lie, so he didn't refute it, but smiled, and then said to Chu Boyu: "What can I not stand it, compared to the time when you saved my life, Lord Wang, this little thing is nothing." ”
When Hou Gonggong first took power, he attracted jealousy, and was framed by other big eunuchs in the harem. Chu Boyu, who was the prince at the time, although he was only twelve years old, saved the life of Gonggong Hou with a momentum and posture beyond his current age.
This is also the reason why Hou Sizheng is so grateful to Chu Boyu.
It's just that who can know what happened behind this back then.
In the thirty-first year of Yuanzhen, the third prince Chu Boyu was twelve years old, Chu Boxiong, who was the crown prince at that time, was twenty-four years old, and Chu Boyu's other imperial brother Chu Mingfeng was also twenty-three years old. At that time, the crown prince Chu Boxiong had just taken power, and the courtiers stood in line one after another, and the second prince Chu Mingfeng was in a-for-tat confrontation. The first emperor Chu Yunxiao was seriously ill, and he was powerless to return to the affairs of the court, and he was only worried that his youngest son Chu Boyu would be poisoned by his two elder brothers in the future, after all, the royal family had no relatives, and any family affection was empty in the face of power.
Therefore, Chu Yunxiao used means to help a eunuch up, and caused others to hate the eunuch, and finally instigated Chu Boyu to save the eunuch who was sentenced to the court staff, so that the other party could be grateful to his little son, so that he could save Chu Boyu's life in the future battle for the crown prince.
Don't underestimate the eunuchs around the emperor, who can always play an unexpected role at critical moments. Chu Boyu knew this well, and he was very grateful to Chu Yunxiao for what he had instructed him to do, which also allowed him to leave a place in the future war, and even saved his life.
It's just that Hou Sizheng didn't know that what happened to him back then and what happened to Chu Boyu at the critical moment to save him were all planned by the emperor back then, and he really thought that Chu Boyu couldn't get used to the faces of other people in the palace, and helped him with justice.
When Chu Boyu heard Hou Sizheng mention the things of the year, he didn't have much reaction, after all, in his opinion, he only did it completely according to his father's instructions back then.
"Don't mention the things of that year."
Where did Hou Sizheng know the inside story, he simply thought that the king of Liang in front of him was just indifferent to fame and fortune, and he didn't like what he did in advance.
"In the eyes of the prince, it is indeed a small matter, but in the eyes of the old slave, it is really a big thing, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the old slave's life was given by King Liang again."
Chu Boyu smiled, but didn't talk, but concentrated on playing with the folding fan he had just gotten from Hou Sizheng.
Hou Sizheng knew that this was a sign that King Liang didn't want to continue, so he bowed his hand and said, "Then the old slave won't bother the prince." ”
Saying that, Hou Sizheng quietly retreated.
After Chu Boyu saw Hou Sizheng leaving, he also left here, but he didn't walk towards the outside of the palace, but thought about the sleeping palace of the eldest prince Chu Zizhan.
There were little eunuchs waiting outside the palace, but when they saw Chu Boyu coming, they wanted to go in to spread the word, but they were stopped by Chu Boyu, and then asked the little eunuch, "What is the eldest prince doing?" ”
"King Huiliang, the eldest prince ······" The little eunuch's expression was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say.
The sound in the dormitory didn't confuse Chu Boyu for too long, and soon Chu Boyu knew what Chu Zizhan was doing - he was smashing things.
The sound of "ping pong" throwing things came out of the dormitory, and after Chu Boyu heard it, he naturally guessed what Chu Zizhan was doing, and couldn't help but shake his head, and then waved his hand at the little eunuch on standby, signaling him not to report, and then Chu Boyu went directly into Chu Zizhan's dormitory.
The dormitory was very large, and the sound of Chu Zizhan throwing things came from a room not far away.
"The eldest prince, why are you so angry?" Chu Boyu dodged a piece of colored porcelain that Chu Zizhan threw out of the door, and couldn't help but feel sorry, and said, "Don't throw it away again, what a good colored porcelain." ”
When Chu Zizhan saw someone talking at the door, he stopped his movements, put the bronze horse he was about to throw out in his hand on the table, and then raised his eyes to look outside.
"It turned out that Uncle Huang was here." Chu Zizhan wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and then shouted to the little eunuch at the door, "Come on, hurry up and clean up this house for me." ”
After finishing speaking, he walked outside the room, and then said to Chu Boyu: "Uncle Huang, let's go to the study and let the people clean up here." ”
Saying that, Chu Zizhan took Chu Boyu and walked over to another room.