When everyone was drinking and having fun, the door of the recruitment hall "squeaked" open, and Princess Jing stood at the door.

At this moment, she was no longer masked, she was wearing a snow-white silk shirt, her skin was like snow, and her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders with a rope, like a fairy who had just come out of the bath, but her pretty face was covered with frost.

Su Wensheng's eyes were attracted like a magnet. How many times in his dreams, he had imagined the face under that veil, but it was still clouded and unobtainable, and today he finally got what he wanted. The beauty of Princess Jing is like the snow-capped mountains in the early morning covered with the rising morning glow, cold and dazzling, making people linger but dare not look directly.

King Ming was holding Shu Lian's hand at this time and saying something homely, and when he saw Princess Jing coming, his face sank: "I didn't even knock on the door when I came in, do you still know the etiquette?" ”

When Princess Jing heard King Ming's reprimand, her body couldn't help but stagnate, and after a while, she mustered up the courage to say, "Father, the child has come back from the capital this time, and there is important information to report. ”

"If you have something to report, you will have to wait until tomorrow." King Ming reprimanded with a cold face: "Didn't you see that this king is picking up the wind for Shu Lao?" ”

"Isn't my father working hard for so many years just to fight for the throne? But even if Li Shoufu died, Chen Guo's dynasty had gradually stabilized under Xu Baolu's control. Now that you have passed the year of destiny, how long will you have to endure it? Princess Jing said word by word.

These words have been held in her heart for many years, and she didn't want to poke King Ming's weakness, but seeing that her father was still tepidly planning, coupled with the grievances on weekdays, she finally couldn't help but spit out her heart today.

King Ming wants to oppose that is a secret known to the government and the opposition, but the people of good things have waited for a decade or two and have not seen him move, and the storytellers in the market even gave him the nickname "King of Fudo Ming".

In fact, King Ming also has his own plans.

All the while he was invisible. His own name is Zhao An, his son is named Zhao Ping, and his daughter Princess Jing is named Zhao Jing. If the names of the three people are read together, it is "peaceful, peaceful, and quiet", which is also an indisputable attitude to the emperor.

Now King Ming's own brother, that is, Emperor Hongzhi, has gone west, but the court is orthodox is his nephew. If he rebels, I am afraid that he will suffer the infamy of the thousand husbands. Moreover, the surname of this Chen country is Zhao, and King Ming is also a descendant of the Zhao family, and he doesn't want to fight for the blood, even if the country is defeated at that time, it will be a mess.

He wants a bloodless blade. As long as he wins the support of the vast majority of the officials of Chen Guo, he will make another move to force the palace, and what he will get by then will be a complete country. But the old Shoufu came to Zhaoda to purge on his deathbed, making his layout in the capital go to waste.

These are all thorns in King Ming's heart, but Princess Jing's words today are equivalent to piercing this thorn into it a little more. He stood up suddenly, his chest heaving and heaving, as if he was about to burst out like a tiger and hurt people in the next moment, but it was difficult to attack because of the presence of outsiders.

After a while, King Ming calmed down with years of Qi cultivation kung fu, turned his head to Shu Lian and smiled: "Old Shu, it's not too early today." You've had a hard time, so rest early. With that, he left the banquet, walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, glared at Princess Jing as he passed by her, snorted coldly and walked away.

Everyone knew that King Ming was displeased, so they hurriedly got up to see each other off, and a banquet ended unhappily.

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On the second day, Zhao Jing got up early.

collided with King Ming last night, she didn't close her eyes almost all night, thinking about how to ease the relationship between father and daughter, and worried about whether the shadow she left in the capital was appropriate.

The Ming Palace, surrounded by mountains on three sides, has all the courtyard layouts similar to those of the Imperial Palace, but the specifications are much smaller. At this time, Zhao Jing was standing next to the back garden of the "inner court". The flower fields are planted in the moon season, and although it is late autumn, it still can't stop the blooming of those flower buds.

"Princess Jing, get up so early." Su Wensheng didn't know where it came from.

Zhao Jing had already aimed at a blooming pink moon, and when she was about to pick it, she heard Su Wensheng's voice, and a pair of small hands retracted like an electric shock.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, Xiaosheng knows that Princess Jing was in a bad mood last night and had no intention of sleeping all night, so she didn't come out to hang out, but she happened to bump into the princess." While speaking, Su Wensheng had already walked down the flower field, carefully plucked the moon season that Zhao Jing liked, but when he was about to give it, he found that Zhao Jing had disappeared.

Su Wensheng shook his head and smiled, threw the freshly picked flower back into the flower field, and left Shi Shiran as soon as the fan was spread.

After getting rid of Su Wensheng's entanglement, Zhao Jing walked absentmindedly, and the servants on the road saluted, but she only nodded lightly.

A quarter of an hour later, she came to the East Palace, where the prince lived, and wanted to talk to Zhao Ping about herself. Although the prince Zhao Ping played badly, he was very good to Zhao Jing.

There's another reason for that.

In that year, Princess Ming gave birth to a male heir for the first time, and Zhao An was happy but worried that the court would be jealous, so he named the baby boy Zhao Ping and sent it to a common people's home to feed. In order not to make the court suspicious, he adopted a baby girl to replace him, and lied to the court that he gave birth to a princess. As soon as Emperor Hongzhi was happy, he gave this "princess" the name Zhao Jing. Three years later, the real Princess Jing was born, and when she was seven or eight years old, King Ming used some means to make the fake Princess Jing disappear, and the real Zhao Jing surfaced.

Therefore, this Zhao Ping is actually Zhao Jing's own brother.

The son Zhao Ping lived in his adoptive father's house until he was a teenager and was not brought back, that is, when King Ming made up his mind to rebel. Originally, he and King Ming had no father-son relationship, and King Ming had very high requirements for him, so Zhao Ping was not only afraid of King Ming, but he only had a heart for this sister.

Of course, King Ming's operation was also indispensable to deal with those officials of the Zongren Mansion. It is precisely because of this that he concealed it from Emperor Hongzhi, and even Princess Anqing didn't know about it, mistakenly thinking that Zhao Jing was a few years older than Qian Jin, but he didn't know that Zhao Jing was actually less than seventeen years old now.

The confused relationship made Zhao Ping choose to sink, but when his sister came back, he was in a good mood and got up early in the morning to practice swords.

Zhao Jing stopped at the door, and the servant wanted to salute when she saw her coming, but was stopped by Princess Jing's look. She watched for a while, and couldn't help but stroke her palms and praise: "The swordsmanship of the prince is becoming more and more superb. ”

When Zhao Ping heard his sister's voice, he threw the long sword onto the sword stand, took the sweat towel handed over by the servant, wiped his forehead, and said with a smile: "My sister slept well last night, did she lose her anger?" ”

"Don't call me sister in front of the next person, it's not good to spread it." Zhao Jing walked into the courtyard, looked at her brother carefully, and said with a smile after a long time: "Has my brother made progress in his homework recently?" Has your father scolded you lately? ”

"Alas, don't mention it, it's not the same as it used to be. In his eyes, this son is only afraid that it is not as good as a puddle of mud. ”

"Don't be discouraged, brother. If you read this book more, you will be able to understand it in the future and see further. ”

The two chatted while walking, and Zhao Jing also told some of the anecdotes she heard in the capital, which caused the prince to burst into laughter from time to time.

When he was about to walk to the East Palace Academy, Zhao Jing couldn't help but ask, "Is it still the same gentleman who teaches homework now?" ”

"Hey, I have already found an excuse to drive away. Now a new gentleman is a little peculiar, it is said that his father captured him, named Yang Yinghe. After a pause, Zhao Ping said again: "He has been here for almost half a year, but he hasn't taught a word, and he always turns over those two sentences every day, 'Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and going to evil for good is a thing', my ears are about to become calloused." ”

"Not a word taught? Then why did the father keep him? ”

"My father said that he was a sage of the ancients, and that he was a great talent. Alas, I really don't know what my father thinks, but he always collects some strange people and worships them as VIPs on weekdays. In my opinion, most of these people are here to eat. ”

"The sages of the ancients? Then I want to see and see. ”

"Now in the study, I'll take you."

The two walked for a while and came to a school in the East Palace. This is where Shizi studied. At this time, a tall and thin middle-aged Confucian in a long robe was reading a book. Zhao Jing motioned for Zhao Ping not to speak, and the two stood not far away and stopped to watch.

After a long time, the Confucian suddenly laughed, stroked his beard and praised: "The unity of knowledge and action can achieve the highest state of goodness, and Jin'er will not deceive me." ”

Zhao Jing heard this, and her face was full of incredulity. She slowly walked up to Confucius and asked, "I don't know where the unity of knowledge and action that Mr. said came from?" Who are you talking about? ”

Seeing that it was a young and beautiful woman, although he was a little surprised, he quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "This sentence was said casually by my good disciple, and the contemptible people only figured out the meaning of this sentence today, and it is rude to be appropriate, please forgive me." ”

"Is the gentleman's good disciple Qian Jin? This year's new champion? Zhao Jing asked in a deep voice.

"How do you know?"

"Of course Princess Ben knows. This guy was a prodigal at my poetry meeting, and he kept saying that he knew 'what is in heaven and what is below.'" ”

"So the princess must have seen my good boy, and he is all right now?" Yang Yinghe thought that Qian Jin was friendly with the woman who claimed to be a princess, so he began to inquire about Qian Jin's current situation.

"What can be wrong with him, he can live a moisturized life."

Since the Yangmei Poetry Club, Zhao Jing has regarded Qian Jin as the great enemy in life, without him, just because Qian Jin said after drinking that he knew "what is in the sky and what is in the ground", of course ordinary people will not think much when they hear this sentence. But what Qian Jin didn't know was that Zhao Jing could understand.

Seventeen years ago, when the Chen Guo meteorite came, Zhao Jing was a model in his previous life, but he died because of a thumb-sized meteorite, and was reborn in the Ming Palace. Just now when she heard Yang Yinghe's recitation of the sentence "unity of knowledge and action", she was already suspicious, and when she inquired, she realized that the source was Qian Jin.

"This guy is really a little strong who can't be killed, this princess hasn't killed him several times, and when he becomes the climate, I'm afraid it will hinder my father's great cause." Princess Jing thought so. She glanced at Yang Yinghe a few times, and thought about it: "This Mr. Yang, in the future, you can live in the Ming Palace, and this princess will often come to ask for advice." ”