Painting Academy.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother!" The child who was awakened by the nightmare was crying, and several of the attendants could not coax it, and they were about to roll off the bed.

Bai Ziche hurriedly came in from outside with a dozen curtains, his face was still rubbed with some paint on his hands, and his face was red and green. He didn't have time to pry himself, so he was pounced on by the round little ball.

"Ah Yan, the fourth brother has dirty hands now, and he can't hold you." Bai Ziche raised his hands to coax him, "Let Feibai help you put on your shoes first, okay?" ”

The six princes couldn't listen to it at all, and cried vigorously on the ground with their bare feet, grabbing the corners of Bai Ziche's robe and not letting go. Bai Ziche had no choice but to pick him up, let him lean into his arms, and gently pat his back.

The Sixth Prince slowly fell asleep.

A little chamberlain came over and said flatteringly: "Concubine Pei has gone, His Royal Highness is really sticking to you now." ”

Bai Ziche glanced at him, and Bafeng didn't move: "Ah Yan is young, and it is also possible that he can't accept it for a while. ”

"The slave maid heard that the Pei family is going to send Concubine Pei's sister to the palace." The little chamberlain sighed, "Concubine Pei is only nineteen years old, and she broke the marriage contract and entered the palace mostly to take care of His Royal Highness Liu." ”

Bai Ziche was silent.

Without Concubine Pei, there is still Concubine Pei.

The women in the palace look noble, but in fact they are just a flower wrapped in splendid pearls and jade, the flower has withered, and it is replaced by another branch. As long as the flower has the family's surname on it, it doesn't matter what the flower is called or what kind of life it has.

Some women can't even keep their names.

Thinking of this, Bai Ziche's eyes were dark.

——

Akiba Mountain House.

Chu Zhixia was wearing a white fox fur, and he nested in the Taishi chair sickly.

The wounds on the seven cold pith nails on her back are still aching faintly, and the afterglow of the cold qi of the hundreds of bones in her limbs has not yet dissipated.

The five little palace maids in front of them, under the command of the older palace people, took out the luxurious dress from the box. The little palace maid is in her prime, delicately raised, without a trace of cocoons on her hands, as delicate as shallots, but just to not hurt this skirt.

"This finch feather skirt was made by eighteen embroiderers of the Weaving Bureau for two years, and the skirt woven with peacock feathers was secretly embroidered with gold thread to create a flowing cloud pattern, and the South China Sea pearls were finely embedded on it." The palace people talked eloquently, their faces full of pride, "They are all natural pearls, unpolished, and hundreds of them of the same size are selected, and there is no trace of loss." ”

The blue dress was held in the hands of the little palace maids, like the flowing clouds and mist that had been smudged on the distant mountains. The milky pearls were not much bigger than rice grains, and they were threaded with silver thread and sewn between the folds of the dress, so that there was not the slightest gap to be seen, like a galaxy falling into a valley.

Chu Zhixia felt that this skirt was dead when he heard it, coughed twice, and said, "Thank you for Your Majesty's reward." ”

She asked curiously: "Such a valuable dress, presumably the size is very difficult to change." I was still in the clouds two years ago, this finch feather skirt is probably which lady in the palace cut love, right? ”

The palace people admired her acuity and said, "It's Concubine Rong." ”

It turned out to be the emperor's number one favorite concubine.

Chu Zhixia was quite comfortable in her heart, such a long and trivial dress, except for the queen, only she could afford it.

"Niangniang heard that Miss had a meritorious escort, so she specially proposed to change this freshly made finch feather skirt to Miss's body size and give it to Miss."

"Mo Xue is ashamed." Chu Zhixia had little interest in fighting with the palace people.

Chu Zhixia has been recuperating these days, and his body is becoming more and more lazy, and he feels tired when talking to people, so he waves his hand to send off guests.

The palace man's ostentatious words were forced to interrupt, and he reluctantly left with the people.

Chu Zhixia stood up and carelessly stroked the beautiful hem of the finch feather skirt, letting out a sneer.

In the corner where the sun could not be found, the sinking boat walked out slowly.

"You don't like it, why do you want to take it?" Shen Zhou was puzzled.

Shen Zhou was wearing a crow-blue robe, and his eyebrows and eyes were lowered like an immortal fine brushstroke, which was amazingly exquisite. He stepped out of the shadows, like a green jade that had been brushed away from the dust, suddenly exposed to the sun, and the gorgeous flow of pale blue.

"This dress sounds expensive, why don't I take it?" Chu Zhixia pinched his face, and the skin and flesh under his hands were fine, "The eldest lady now has a large family, your medicine, master's wine, and the monthly rules of the people in the house, which one doesn't need money?" ”

Chu Zhixia's tone was sad: "If you don't belong to your family, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are." ”

"You're short on money?" Shen Zhou asked in a flat tone, "I can ......"

Chu Zhixia's face changed, and he glared at him sternly: "You can't." ”

"I haven't said anything yet."

"You're scarier than people say." Chu Zhixia warned him, "Don't even think about it, stay at home honestly." ”

——

In the evening, twilight is four.

Cheng Yuan rushed in from outside in a hurry, picked up the kettle on the table and poured it.

Deng Mian bit the head of his chopsticks and stared at him as he drank a whole pot of water; Li Qingbai scooped up the wine jar by himself and leaned against the window to drink.

Shen Zhou suddenly regained his sense of taste, this one also has to taste a little, and that one has to eat a bite. Chu Zhixia, who has always been thrifty, was even willing to get used to him, and gave him a chopstick for each of the dishes on a table, and observed the subtle changes in his eyes with his cheeks, as if he could eat.

The four of them looked at Cheng Yuan in unison, with sympathy on their faces.

Cheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded angrily: "Qingxuan, a grandson who has nothing to do, don't let me find his ancestral grave." ”

Chu Zhixia said that he couldn't get sick, and he was in front of him, and no one dared to disturb him; The regent was afraid that the official would attack him at this time and attempt to rebel, so he pushed his crown prince and grandson to the throne, and also pretended to be dead, refusing to say half a word.

Although the cabinet was eager to try, a group of civil officials vomited in the dark when they entered the bloody corpse room of Dali Temple.

The emperor carefully selected, and finally felt that on the day of the assassination of Yuanjue Temple, Cheng Yuan, who drew his sword and fought hard, was quite eye-catching, and with a stroke of his pen, he ordered him to act cheaply and crack the case.

In the past few days when Chu Zhixia was lying in bed to recuperate from his injuries, Cheng Yuan was running around and suffered from the white eyes and prevarication of officials from all walks of life.

"What did you find out?" Chu Zhixia sandwiched a chopstick-stewed soft pork rib for Shen Zhou, slapped him on the back of his hand, and signaled him to eat honestly, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, don't think about what you shouldn't think, don't worry about superfluous hearts.

Shen Zhou had just raised his head a few points and lowered his head again, eating obediently.

Cheng Yuan shook his head, shaking his brain.

"Qingxuan, this person is an orphan picked up by the abbot of Yuanjue Temple. He grew up in the temple since he was a child, without a father, no mother, no relatives and friends, and he didn't interact with people on weekdays, as if he had made up his mind to dedicate his life to the Buddha. ”

Chu Zhixia nodded in agreement, "This person looks like a dumb person, and his speech is really unpleasant." ”

Cheng Yuan gulped down the rice, swept the clouds, and took away the meat under Deng Mian's chopsticks, and his voice was muffled.

He invited himself to go west to Tianzhu to learn scriptures, called taking scriptures, in fact, it was similar to the messenger. His Majesty didn't expect him to bring anything back, but just took care of the queen's face and allowed it casually. ”

Cheng Yuan's cheeks bulged, knocking on the rice bowl, and said dissatisfiedly: "I want to break my head, and I don't understand why Qingxuan rebelled." Isn't it true that a monk can't kill, could it be that he is still vulgar? And he's a monk, how could he be involved with assassins? ”

Chu Zhixia pondered for a while, picked up the teacup and said, "I advise you, start with the bronze statue of King Ming." ”

Cheng Yuan blinked, but didn't understand.

"The bronze statue of King Ming is written on the book of Tianzhu, the national book is stamped with the seal of Tianzhu, and the bronze statue is cast with the strength of Tianzhu. It is unknown whether the person is a real monk or a fake monk, but there must be a real bronze statue of King Ming. ”

Chu Zhixia said faintly: "The one in Yuanjue Temple is fake, so where is it really?" ”

"Such a large bronze statue can hold five or six assassins in it, even if it is melted, it must have such a large furnace."

——

East Palace.

Bai Huan sat quietly in the dark, only the golden beast head incense burner in front of him flickered red light in his pupils. He silently counted his heartbeat, forcing his heartbeat to calm down.

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Huan opened his eyes violently and said angrily, "Didn't I say don't bother me?" ”

The voice of the third prince outside the door was weak and a little pitiful, "Brother, it's Chu Zhixia who is here." ”

Bai Huan gasped heavily, stood up and opened the door, looking down at the poor brother, "What is she doing here?" ”

"She didn't say it." The third prince didn't expect him to really open the door, and he was overjoyed and handed over the food box behind him, "Brother, eat something first, you haven't eaten for a few days......"

Bai Huan interrupted him: "Where is Chu Zhixia?" ”

——

Chu Zhixia came openly, handed over the name card in a proper manner, and sat in the main hall to drink tea.

The first time Cheng Yuan came to the East Palace, he didn't know for a while whether he should sit or stand behind Chu Zhixia, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Do you have prickly heat?" Chu Zhixia glanced at him, "Sit down." ”

The tone was natural and unrefusal, as if she were the master of the room.

Cheng Yuan's buttocks just hit the chair, and he bounced up again, stretched straight and straight, and respectfully saluted Bai Huan who stepped into the door, pulling his waist with a "click".

"Chen Yulin Wei Chengyuan, I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Bai Huan waved his hand, signaling that he didn't have to be polite, "I know you, my father ordered you to investigate the case of Yuanjue Temple." Bai Huan turned to Chu Zhixia, "Miss Chu came here for this case?" ”

"Your Highness doesn't know, although Cheng Yuan has been ordered by His Majesty to act cheaply, there are always people who cheat and cheat, he has suffered a lot, and he has not been able to find out the eyebrows." Chu Shixia said with a smile, "The minister brought him here to ask for advice from His Highness." ”

Bai Huan sat in the chair, no longer his usual gentle and calm appearance, waved his hand tiredly: "Now the government and the opposition are talking about it, what is the most talking, do you know?" ”

Chu Zhixia knew, but Chu Shixia didn't dare to say it.

Bai Huan said calmly: "They said that my father had already intended to depose the East Palace, and I was afraid that the butcher's knife would fall, so I was busy planning to assassinate my father and seize the throne." ”

"Your Highness, then?" Chu Zhixia asked slowly.

"Naturally not!" Bai Huan couldn't hold it back and swept the teacup to the ground.

"The minister knows that His Highness is not, and His Majesty also knows." Chu Zhixia said, "Moreover, Your Majesty has no intention of deposing the East Palace. ”

How big is the crime of conspiracy? If the emperor insists on abolishing Bai Huan, the crown prince, he only needs to put this charge on Bai Huan and put him in prison, so why bother to choose someone to investigate the case.

It's not that the emperor doesn't hate Bai Huan, but he hates being fooled even more. The assassination of Yuanjue Temple was a provocation to his wisdom and authority, which he could not bear. Bai Huan's crown prince can be deposed, but the emperor must know the truth.

Bai Huan took a deep breath, knowing that only Chu Shixia could count on at the moment.

He looked at Chu Zhixia, "What do you want to ask?" ”

"Is Your Highness familiar with Master Qingxuan?"