"That's right, it was instructed by Yu Kefan, this Mama Rong has always served my mother, and the little sister was brought up by her since she was a child, and she is still a nurse, and the two have a deep relationship."

"Yu Kefan must have someone bring her a message, just say that the fourth miss and Yu Deshan were killed by me, please avenge them, so that Mama Rong was poisoned."

At this time, the doubts in Cao Qichang's heart were finally resolved.

"Could it be that the death of the eldest prince was not instigated by the prince?" Jia Gongwang looked at Cao Qichang suspiciously.

"Not necessarily." Cao Qichang sneered:

"It was the prince who secretly masterminded the murder, and the suzerain of the revenge alliance who took the order was Yu Kefan, the two are not contradictory, it's just that Yu Kefan happened to kill two birds with one stone."

"But this matter is not important to the Cao Mansion at present, the prince is the mastermind, we can't get evidence, Yu Kefan is doing business, he wants to kill the old man, forget it, the old man also doesn't want to pursue this matter, when will he repay the wrongs."

Jia Gongwang was surprised when he heard this, and he said with a smile: "That's right, let it pass in the past, Xiangye, I'll leave first." ”

With that, he arched his hand and left.

Seeing Cao Qichang's expression and policy today, Jia Gongwang suddenly felt that it was time for him to leave Cao's mansion.

As an excellent strategist, Jia Gongwang's idol in his heart is Zhuge Kongming.

The lord Cao Qichang has lost his ambition to dominate the world, and if he stays any longer, it is tantamount to wasting his time and burying himself.

After Jia Gongwang left, Cao Qichang thought about it and decided to write a letter to his daughter Cao Feiyan.

Tell the queen that the prince sent a message and asked her to thank the prince on her behalf.

Cao Qichang knew that for almost five months, the queen was a little estranged from the prince for the sake of the Cao family.

In the letter, he made it clear that Cao Yanchun was not killed by the prince.

In fact, Cao Qichang hoped that the queen would not be burdened by the Cao family and reconcile with the crown prince so that she could have something to rely on in the future.

Now that people are old and have figured it out, they have to put aside all their grievances and grievances, and don't drag their feet.

……

East Palace Xinyue Hall.

Xiuniang proposed to the prince for the first time that she wanted to go out of the palace to participate in a summer poetry meeting.

Because she is the only female deacon in the Jingshi Poetry Society.

When the crown prince heard that the convener was the name of Yuan Qisheng, the youngest son of King Ning, he obviously couldn't react.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yuan Zhi remembered that he took the initiative to let Yuan Qisheng stay and have Hua Chen perform acupuncture to treat his tuberculosis.

Healing is one thing, and on the other hand, Yuan Zhi wants to keep King Ning as a hostage.

In addition, he has a good impression of this sick cousin.

Knowledgeable and courteous, courteous, and courteous.

"Yuan Qisheng has been in Beijing for more than half a year, and every day he is either close to acupuncture treatment, or he is raising flowers and plants in King Ning's mansion, why do you suddenly want to hold a summer poetry party today?"

Yuan Ze is now in a nervous state.

If he kicked a stone on the side of the road, he would wonder if someone had deliberately placed it here, and there was some kind of conspiracy.

People in such a state were immediately alert to the changes that occurred to King Ning, who was already extremely sensitive.

Xiuniang seemed to have known that the prince would have such a reaction, she pouted and said:

"Yuan Qi Shengchen's concubine has seen it once, she is only fifteen years old this year, what kind of reputation will she have if she is sick?"

"You're not old, you're only eighteen years old this year?" Yuan Zhi retorted.

"What's the use of guessing more, it's better to go and see it directly, and you'll know what's going on, anyway, I have to participate, and this may be the last event for me to participate in the poetry club."

Xiuniang pouted and declared.

The last time she said it, she mainly meant that if she was pregnant, she would really not be able to get out of the uterus and would have to wait for the baby to be born.

In the future, she may be the queen mother, and she will really lose her freedom.

The prince looked at Xiuniang and said:

"There is no objection to participating in the poetry meeting, can you invite them to the outer city of the palace, this is safer than Wangchun Pavilion."

Xiuniang glanced at the prince and said:

"The assassins' targets are mainly husbands, I don't mean anything to them, don't go this time, I'll go and come back quickly, nothing will happen."

"No, no, the crown princess is gone, how can Lone not go."

Yuan Zhi took advantage of the situation to pull Xiuniang's pair of tender white and soft wattles, and said with a smile: "Niangniang has an appointment, and I want to accompany the sword mountain and the sea of fire." ”

"Your Highness, you can go, but you can't appear at the same time as me, otherwise when the crown prince appears, these literati and scholars will be very nervous."

Xiu Niang proposed.

Yuan Zhi was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean to be lonely and private, not to show the mountains and waters, and to be a spectator at the venue?" ”

"Of course, do you also want to step forward and show your hand and compose poems and lyrics?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

Xiuniang thought for a while and said:

"There's nothing wrong with that, anyway, if you become an ordinary son, no one knows you, it's completely okay."

"Okay, that's it, how about sending Sun Tiancang to follow you with two Qianniu plainclothes?" Yuan Ze Dao.

The prince had planned to set off with let Xiuniang get into the same carriage, but after she said so, it would not work.

Xiuniang knew that she had snubbed the prince a little like this, so she could only say softly:

"I have a group of ladies and ladies in the poetry club, and they have their own circle, and everyone has made an appointment to go together, and there are not many people who follow me."

"No, Hongyu will accompany you closely, and Sun Tiancang and them are just a few steps behind them, as a servant to help you advance things."

"This prince will definitely stay away from you, otherwise if you see it, someone will guess your identity and find out that the prince of the East Palace is also here, so this poetry meeting will still be successful?"

Yuan Zhi immediately explained.

Xiuniang nodded in agreement.

Subsequently, the crown prince recruited Fan Hu, the general of Qianniu Weiyingyang, Ding Jiu, the general of Zhonglang, Jiang Wulang, and Sun Tiancang, the lieutenant, to arrange the guards of these poetry clubs.

The prince stressed that first of all, he could not reveal his identity in order to cause the misunderstanding a year ago.

Also in the Wangchun Pavilion of the Royal Garden.

Everyone said that the situation would never happen last time, so please rest assured that the prince would not be reassured.

After the instructions, the crown prince and the crown princess went to change their clothes.

Xiuniang's chariot went first, and the prince's chariot was far behind.

Fan Hu's 500,000 Niu Wei were in charge of perimeter guarding.

The shock absorption system of an ordinary carriage was poor, and the chariots swayed along the way.

By the time Yuan Zhi's carriage arrived at the gate of Wangchun Pavilion, Xiuniang was gone.

She is a deacon of the poetry society and the crown princess, so she naturally entered the venue with a green light.

At the entrance of Wangchun Pavilion, there have been a lot of sedan chairs and carriages, all kinds, luxurious and ordinary.

Obviously, the vast majority of the members who came to the conference had already arrived.

Yuan Zhi got out of the carriage and saw this huge momentum, and he could see that there were people everywhere.

The literati and artists were interacting with each other in groups of three or five, or entering the Wangchun Pavilion together.

Just as Yuan Zhi got out of the carriage and was about to enter the Wangchun Pavilion, a scolding came from behind him without warning.