Yang Yishu handed over the post and went to the palace to visit the sick.

As one of the teachers who taught the crown prince, he easily obtained permission to enter the palace.

The most surprising thing is that there are more than a dozen posts handed in together, and in the end, only the Yang family has passed.

In the eyes of everyone's envy, jealousy and hatred, Yang Yishu straightened his back, and under the guidance of the inner servant, he entered the East Palace triumphantly.

Facts have proved that even if he was punished by Emperor Jin An before, his favor in front of the crown prince and the emperor is still not less.

In the courtyard of the outer hall of the East Palace, Qi Changrong wore a thick fox fur cloak and sat on a stone bench leisurely drinking tea.

When Yang Yishu came in, he saw this scene.

A pale young man sat in the courtyard, slightly thin but with a striking momentum.

Yang Yishu sat opposite Qi Changrong and asked thoughtfully: "Pu Ting will be beheaded tomorrow, what feelings does His Highness have in his heart?" ”

"What's so emotional?" Qi Changrong shook his head, looking at it better than anyone else: "It's just that the crime deserves it." ”

In an instant, Yang Yishu had nothing to say.

He originally thought that if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was extremely resentful of Pu Ting and mentioned tomorrow's beheading by the way, he would be able to logically ask for a companion tomorrow.

But now, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has no interest in tomorrow's execution.

You must know that since the news of Pu Ting's conviction spread among the people, those people have applauded and hated him to the core.

Therefore, it is presumable that the entrance of the vegetable market tomorrow will be surrounded by people who come to see the excitement.

But soon, Yang Yishu found a new place to show his loyalty.

Because of a cool breeze, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was already 'sick', let out a clear cough, and the cough was hoarse and low.

Yang Yishu immediately said: "Your Highness's illness is too strange, it just so happens that there is a good cough medicine in the minister's mansion, and tomorrow the minister will send someone into the palace." ”

Qi Changrong replied as if he didn't have anything, his eyes looked at the sky leisurely, and he was not interested in the cough prescription in Yang Yishu's mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Yishu felt that he was snubbed and was hit hard.

Soon, under Qi Changrong's deliberate neglect, Yang Yishu's old face couldn't hold back, and then he asked to leave.

……

As the sun began to set, a cool wind swept into the East Palace, blowing up the leaves, and when the first night appeared on the horizon, the coughing in the inner sanctum became more and more violent.

Makes the listener tremble.

Ji Fang knocked on the door worriedly, and pushed the door in, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand.

"Your Highness, this is a new medicine prescribed by the Imperial Doctor, drink it while it's hot, you won't be so uncomfortable after drinking it."

Qi Changrong stretched out his hand to take it, and after confirming that the temperature was suitable, he tilted his head and drank it all.

In an instant, every corner of the mouth is only bitter.

Seeing that she finished drinking, Ji Fang breathed a sigh of relief, took the empty bowl in an instant, and asked softly, "Your Highness, can you set up a meal later?" ”

Qi Changrong shook his head and refused: "No need." ”

After drinking the medicine, she felt that her stomach was full of bitterness, and how could she eat anything else.

Ji Fang had expected it, and wanted to persuade a few more words, but he was afraid that he would accidentally touch His Highness's moldy head, so he had to leave with the empty bowl.

Soon after he left, Luo Yi quietly appeared outside the window, handed a piece of letter inside, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, this is the eldest princess's highness who instructed her subordinates to hand it over to you personally." ”

Qi Changrong answered, raised his hand and took the things in from the window, and spread them on the flat table.

The letter paper was small, about two fingers wide and long, and only one sentence was written on it:

I have taken people away, and I hope that His Highness will do his best.

Tomorrow is the day of Pu Ting's execution, but tonight, the man was transferred away without any movement in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

She didn't wonder how the eldest princess did it, she only knew that the rest of the things were more troublesome.

Qi Changrong lowered his eyes, quietly took the letter paper and put it on the flame, the flame burst up, and watched it turn into ashes.

The man outside the window was still waiting, and Qi Changrong asked calmly, "How are things going?" ”

"His subordinates live up to His Highness's trust." Luo Yi replied in a low voice: "That handwritten letter is now in the cave of Wufeng Mountain, and it is placed in the most conspicuous place, and those who go to seal it in a few days must be able to see it at a glance." ”

"Good." Qi Changrong closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity: "When the time comes, you will publish the content of the handwritten book to the world." ”

The right time?

When is it appropriate?

Qi Changrong didn't say much, and lowered his head to look at the miscellaneous notes.

Seeing this, Luo Yi knew that it was useless to ask again.

His Highness meant to let him do it himself.

So, he answered softly, and raised his hand to close the paper window again.

……

The next day, it was raining lightly, and a thin layer of dark clouds was shrouded in it, and the dim sky felt very oppressive.

The prisoner car departed from the criminal department, crossed the downtown and bustling streets, and was sent to the entrance of the vegetable market where the execution was carried out.

The supervisor was Jiang Bowen, and Qi Changrong was just incidental to see the excitement, she sat steadily on the side, holding a delicate folding fan in her hand, intentionally or unintentionally covering half of her face, blocking the eyes of the outside world or curiosity or scrutiny.

In this way, in the eyes of the people, the prince of the East Palace has become more and more mysterious.

Sure enough, as Qi Changrong expected, the entrance of the vegetable market was crowded, if it weren't for the officers and soldiers to build an insurmountable wall to block the angry people, maybe they would not have waited for the execution, and 'Puting' would have been stoned to death by the oncoming stones.

Qi Changrong glanced at Jiang Bowen, who had a normal look on his face, and saw that the person who had nothing to do with himself was sitting on a high place, with an indifferent expression.

She smiled: "If you disappoint the people, the rats crossing the street will be nothing more than that, what does the master think?" ”

Hearing this, Jiang Bowen, who was sitting upright and watching the situation on the execution ground with calm eyes, turned his head, his eyes were dark and uncertain: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to have something to say?" ”

"It depends on who listens." Qi Changrong pulled his lips and smiled, the chill in his eyes did not dissipate, and he unexpectedly did not deny it.

Her hostility towards him could no longer be concealed, or rather she did not want to hide it anymore.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Bowen's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be even more gloomy, but after a while, he returned to his light and breezy appearance, and his eyebrows and eyes were all gentle.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is right." After finishing speaking, he no longer paid attention to Qi Changrong's provocation, turned his head again, and quietly looked at the crowd of people.

Faintly, Jiang Bowen seemed to hear the taunt from the sky, and the resentful eyebrows of the people were magnified countless times in his mind, and finally made him feel terrified.

The hand that had been resting on his knees curled up unconsciously, and his nails sank into the flesh of his palm, as if he was the one who was criticized at this time.

As the minutes passed, the excitement of the crowd also reached its peak, the drizzle was falling, the raindrops were spread all over Xingtai, and the torture instruments used for execution were washed brightly.

Soon, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Bowen threw the execution order, and with a 'clang', the token fell to the ground.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, execution!"

With a loud shout, 'Pu Ting' was pressed up, and in an instant, blood splattered, and the man was cut off by the waist, but he still had a breath, and a painful look appeared on his face.

Many people couldn't bear to look at it and turned their heads, the scene was too bloody, and the intestines in his stomach flowed all over the ground, but no one felt pity for him.

The red blood mixed with the rain spread on the torture platform, and soon stained the stone platform around it along the cracks.

Seeing that the 'Pu Ting' was completely out of breath, the executioner who had been guarding the high platform simply cleaned up the scene.

Those who have been beheaded are not eligible to be buried in the cemetery, especially those who have committed serious crimes, and the 'Puting' will be dragged into the mass graves on the mountain to become the rations of the beasts, and no one will care about their aftermath.

Qi Changrong had seen enough, and when the blood exploded, his eyebrows and eyes were still cold, and he looked at the scene without squinting, with a commonplace indifference in his eyes.

Compared to the day when the city was broken in the previous life, what is this now?

The supervisor Jiang Bowen brushed his sleeves and arched his hand towards Qi Changrong from afar.

In the denser and denser rain curtain, Jiang Bowen's voice came from afar: "The minister will retire first, enter the palace and report everything to the emperor." ”

Qi Changrong came back to his senses and returned the salute: "Master Tai, please take care of yourself." ”

……

On a remote road dozens of miles away from Beijing, a man with a scar on his face was tied with his hands tied, and he involuntarily followed the horse on foot.

In front of him, there was a luxurious carriage driving unhurriedly, and sitting in the carriage was none other than the noble eldest princess Qi Zhongxiu.

She complied with the deal with Qi Changrong, the crown prince of the East Palace, and tried every means to pull the person out of death row.

But being alive doesn't mean it's a good thing.

She fed Pu Ting with dumb medicine and ordered his hands and feet to be abolished, and from then on, he became a waste who could not speak, and his hands and feet could not write.

The explorer in front returned to the group and asked through a layer of curtains: "Princess, there is a post station ahead, do you want to stop and rest?" ”

Qi Zhongxiu raised his head from the vast Buddhist scriptures, and the corners of Yin Hong's mouth hooked up slightly: "Rest for two hours and then go on your way." ”

She didn't feel tired, not even most of the people in the team, but she didn't forget that there was a cripple in the team.

Since Pu Ting asked to live, then she ...... Naturally, let him live well.

Live to the point where he can't die if he wants to.

……

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.

After raiding Puting's house, the treasures were prepared into a booklet and presented to the imperial table of Emperor Jin An.

Emperor Jin An flipped it twice, and the richness of the wealth in it made him can't help but raise his eyebrows.

Emperor Jin An grinded his teeth angrily: "I don't know how many people have been exploited in this Puting, and his net worth is so rich!" ”

Yuan Yi handed over a cup of tea, glanced at the booklet casually, and then withdrew his gaze, quite a bit of wanting to say something.

Yu Guang saw that Yuan Yi had something to say but didn't dare to say, and Emperor Jin An said, "Do you have something to say?" ”

Yuan Yi lowered his head and said: "After thinking about it, it will inevitably make Your Majesty angry, so it's better not to say it." ”

Emperor Jin An put away the anger on his face, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "If you have something to say, after so many years, I am still less angry?" ”