In the mansion of the Marquis of Dingyuan, Xiang Siyuan, the other protagonist of the incident, was sitting in the room with a calm expression, bowing his head and recording the scroll seriously.

The rows of fly-headed small characters on the yellowed paper are dizzy, his expression is focused, the pen is like flowing water, and the small Kaiya in one hand is upright, and the words are like his person.

The Rongju Hall where he lives is located in the most remote corner of the Hou Mansion, both small and old, at a glance it is known that it has not been repaired for a long time, and only a green and quiet bamboo forest is left behind the three simple courtyards, which can be seen at a glance that the two points are quiet and elegant, but it is particularly simple in the high gate of the Hou Mansion.

"Childe, Master Hou sent you to the study to speak."

A young man in green clothes stepped forward and whispered.

Xiang Siyuan's hand copying the poetry book paused, raised his eyes, and his expression was faint.

The young man - Xiang Siyuan's personal servant Qingfeng looked at his face, and stopped talking, "Childe, if you don't go, the villain will say that Childe is sick and can't see the wind." ”

You don't have to think about it to know what to say.

Since the holy decree of the son's reinstatement was handed down, such a question has been repeated once in a few days, and every time he comes out of the study, he is either injured or covered in tea and ink, and he knows that he was beaten at a glance.

As soon as he sent away the angels from the palace that day, Hou Ye first took Gongzi to the study and reprimanded him, saying that he wanted him to resign and retire, and even wanted to send him back to Yiyang.

"Your younger brother Yi'er is talented, I intend to let him inherit my mantle, now he is too young to enter the court, how can you be an elder brother to steal his limelight?"

"You didn't grow up under my knees, you live in a poor country like Yiyang all the year round, you don't have much knowledge, and you can only lose the face of the Hou Mansion when you enter the court, it's better to resign from the official position, and be a rich idler at home, don't be delusional that you don't deserve it."

Qingfeng remembered the root of the wall that he heard at the door of the study that day, and he still felt angry until now, if he didn't estimate that Hou Ye was his master, he would have wanted to take a sip.

is also the son of the Hou Ye, how can he be so biased!

The fifth son has been pampered in the house since he was a child, his talent is mediocre and he can't endure hardship, he is only a show talent when he reaches the age of eighteen, Qiu Yu went once, Mo said that he was raised, and the names on the list had to be counted backwards, and the son had already entered the Hanlin Academy at his age.

Such a huge gap, in the mouth of the Hou Ye, but the fifth son is talented, and he wants the son to make way for his position as the son, the fifth son is from Mrs. Xuxian, and there are three elder brothers above, this is so ridiculous, it will really lose the face of the Hou Mansion when it is passed out.

Still rich and idler? Gongzi has been in charge of the accounts in the house for half a year, not only did he not take half of the money, but he also had to be troubled by the main house, today he said that the account of this grange is not right, and tomorrow he said that the treasury lost some valuables, and there is no end to the troubles of the day.

I don't know when all kinds of rumors will arise in Beijing, and when the Hou Ye heard it, he scolded the son indiscriminately, saying that the son was shameless and ruined the face of the Hou Mansion, and pressed the neck of the son to ask the son to resign himself.

Gongzi knelt in the main courtyard for two days in front of the people of the Manchu Mansion, his face was so white that the Hou Ye ignored it.

After coming back that day, Gongzi became faint about everything in this house, if there were still two points of patience left in the past, those two points of patience on that day were also exhausted, Hou Ye beat him and he didn't hide, scolded him He stood quietly and was scolded, his expression was calm, as if he was out of the matter, but Hou Ye didn't listen to half of what he said.

Xiang Siyuan put down the sheep's hair pen in his hand, stood up expressionlessly, straightened the folds on his clothes, and walked out without hesitation.

The young man in Tsing Yi let out an "oops", stomped his foot, and hurriedly followed.

This lecture was another time, the young man stood tremblingly outside the door of the study, listening to the angry roar from inside, only to feel that his heart was hanging, and he didn't know what the son said this time, Hou Ye seemed to be extremely angry.

He listened and listened, and suddenly there was a sound of porcelain breaking in the room, and then the Hou Ye roared angrily: "You get out, get out, there is no unfilial descendant like you in the Dingyuan Hou Mansion!! ”

The young man's heart suddenly mentioned, and it didn't take long for him to hear the door of the carved red sandalwood fan in the study creak open.

Xiang Siyuan walked out of the study with an indifferent face, a cut on his forehead, and bright red blood snaked down the corners of Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes, and flowed to his neck.

The young man hurriedly took two steps forward, took out the fine silk cloth that had been prepared in his arms to cover the bloody wound, choked and said: "Son, why is this difficult, if it is not the same Hou Ye, how can he eat this and cry?" ”

Xiang Siyuan didn't answer his words, raised his hand to cover the silk cloth on the corner of his forehead, a smile split at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Master Hou can't stop me from returning to the court anymore." ”

Although he is a close relative, he is only called "Hou Ye", not his father.

The young man almost shed tears, and he couldn't help but answer: "Hey, the son got his wish, it's a great joy, find a doctor to take a look at the injury." ”

Xiang Siyuan endured his dizziness and was helped to walk towards his small courtyard.

The doctor had already called someone on the road, and he lived on the edge of the Hou Mansion, and he was not surprised at all when he saw Xiang Siyuan's injured face, and he quickly bandaged the wound, left some gold sore medicine, instructed all kinds of affairs to change the dressing, and prescribed a few soothing soup prescriptions.

Qingfeng paid the consultation fee respectfully, and personally sent him out very thoughtfully.

Rong'an Hall is poorly furnished, and there are few people, in order to prevent the eyes of the main courtyard, Xiang Siyuan drove all the people from the Hou Mansion, leaving only a few people brought by Yiyang.

The room was empty for a while, and Xiang Siyuan stroked his stinging forehead, just as he was about to finish the unfinished scroll that had been copied at night.

Suddenly, a young man in a black power suit came in through the door.

Xiang Siyuan paused, looked up at him, and asked in a low voice, "But what news is there from His Highness?" ”

The young man's name is Zhu Jian, and he is responsible for the errands of Rongjutang on the face, but in fact, he is the connection between Xiang Siyuan and the palace.

Zhu Jian lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, the people in the palace said that His Royal Highness asked the prince to come to the palace after the end of noon tomorrow." ”

Xiang Siyuan's eyes sank, nodded to indicate that he heard, and waved his hand: "Go down." ”

The boy bowed and quietly withdrew.

Xiang Siyuan picked up the wolf pen again, just looking at the rows of small characters on the page, but he was uncertain and couldn't read it.

What is the purpose of the little highness letting him enter the palace at this juncture? Do you want to persuade him to resist the pressure and rise to the challenge, or is he also annoyed by the rumors and wants to persuade him to resign on his own like his father?

He put the pen on the table, and a wry smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

He can insist on taking office regardless of the bleak future in the future, and even disobey the orders of the Marquis of Dingyuan at the expense of his neck, because it is the will of the Holy Lord, as long as he does not speak, no one can persecute him in the open.

But he couldn't ignore the wishes of this Princess Zhaoyang, with her status in the palace, his future and fate were just a matter of words.

Putting the future in the hands of one person, this kind of days of being constrained and fearful by others, is really unsettling.

He leaned back on the half-worn mahogany chair behind him and let out a long sigh.

The thoughts in my mind are chaotic like a mess, one will be the earnest teachings of my grandmother before leaving Yiyang, one will be the spring breeze of Dengke and the pride, and one will be the mocking and angry face of the Marquis of Dingyuan.

Do your best and obey the destiny of heaven, and that's the only way to go.

Meng Yingying's hands and feet were very fast, and a message came early the next morning, saying that the person had been found, and he could find out about Jiang San's matter just by finding an appropriate time.

Meng Yingying's father has been immersed in the three law divisions for many years, and it is not difficult to contact old friends of the criminal department to operate a little, and it is not difficult to show no traces.

At this time, he bribed some people to secretly control the direction of public opinion in Beijing and spread the news.

Rumors are boiling, and they can't be stopped, and the more they are suppressed, the more trouble will become.

At that time, it won't just be a small fight like the rumors of Fengyue.

With Jiang San's unspeakable crimes, under strict investigation, he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die, and it is unlikely that he will be reinstated in the short term.

The key is whether there are Jiang Mansion forces behind it, but this is not difficult to solve, as long as this case can alarm the three bosses, Wei Yu will go to fan the flames and ignite the flames, prompting her father to file a case and investigate strictly, as long as there is a holy decree to order the lower levels to investigate impartially, it will basically be appropriate.

At that time, it is not up to Jiang Fu to find out.

To treat the body of others in the way of others, if you want to cure a far-rooted moth like the Jiang family, you can't hurt your fur at all without strong medicine.

"Your Highness, the news has been passed to Xiang Gongzi, and at three o'clock at the end of tomorrow, it will still be in the Canglang Pavilion."

Wei Yu nodded.

At this time, she wants to see Xiang Siyuan, she has her own reasons.

The first layer must be to stabilize Xiang Siyuan, lest he make some moves by himself first, so that Wei Yu will be busy in vain.

The second is to take a look at Xiang Siyuan's attitude towards this matter and investigate his character.

Jiang Fu is already eyeing this official position, about the collusion of King Huai, Jiang Song and Concubine Shu will never give up, without Jiang San, Jiang Si, Jiang Wu, Jiang Liu, this little trick is probably just an appetizer.

If Xiang Siyuan retreated at this time, it shows that courage is not enough, and he is only afraid of bad things in the future. Then even if she really let Xiang Si go up this time, she will have to think of ideas in the future and find someone else to replace her.

If Xiang Siyuan didn't show his timidity, it would be the best, things would be much simpler, and there was only one last point left, that is, there were some details in the plan that needed his cooperation, and in case the time came, he needed to talk to him.

These things are naturally unclear in a few words on paper.

"You tell the people down there to keep an eye on it, so that the news doesn't leak out." Wei Yu instructed in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Highness, rest assured."

Wei Yu sighed, after all, there are still many people in the palace, and they are bound to do anything.

It's just that if you want to go out of the palace to build a mansion, the Zhaoyang Princess Mansion outside the palace ...... As long as Wei Yu thought of the various furnishings in the courtyard, he felt stiff all over, and his back began to chill.

A tall phantom revived in her memory, as if a ghost haunted her, the wide sleeves of the green robe, the sharp and cold eyebrows like the edge of a knife, and the eyes that looked at people as if they were looking at an object.

Wei Yu hadn't thought of this person for a while.

She gripped the teacup on the table, trying to draw a little warmth from it.

The ceremony on March 3 was approaching, and she had to discuss with her grandmother as soon as possible about renovating the princess's mansion.