He was used to being disappointed, and he didn't care about this more time - the only miscalculation was that he shouldn't have even a little trust in Mingjun in the Qianzheng Palace.

On the day Ning Xun met with Senator Lin in the Moon Snatching Workshop, he took a roster from him just in case. The register was stamped with his private seal, recording the local officials involved in the smuggling salt case that he had found out in the past few days, as well as the officials above the fourth grade in the capital who had searched for their roots from the intercepted letters, and finally pointed the finger at the officials above the fourth grade in the capital.

Two of them have a direct connection with the second prince.

As soon as Senator Lin died at this time, he could not have returned to Beijing alive, but could only die on the waterway back to Beijing - this roster could not be delayed any longer, Ning Xun pretended that this roster was Senator Lin's premonition as early as Jingzhou, and sent someone to send it all the way back to the capital and to Ning Xun. And he didn't dare to be dedicated to himself after getting it, even if he invited the saint.

Originally, he would not lose this game. After Senator Lin's death, even if he can't induce the second prince to make further moves, this roster alone can be regarded as conclusive evidence.

But the only thing he missed was the most important thing.

The hearts of saints, the favoritism and connivance of saints.

Even if Senator Lin was still alive, he would not win.

For the second prince Ning Zhen, the saint was reluctant to punish him according to a case as heavy as private salt, even if the saint knew this matter in his heart, he only mentioned a few words, found a way to dispose of the people around him, and gently picked it up and put it down.

And this court affair is just a scale, and if it is lighter, it will be heavier.

Ning Xun calmed down, looked at the rice paper in front of him, and added another stroke.

Qing Heng came in and saluted, then stood quietly aside, waiting for His Royal Highness to finish painting.

Ning Xun raised his eyes and glanced at him, beckoned him to come and look, and continued to bow his head to outline, his eyes were focused, and the appearance of the woman in his pen became more and more beautiful.

Wait, women's ......?

Qing Heng reacted for a while, and didn't hold back his expression for the first time.

This is the woman she met in the abandoned Buddhist hall when Her Highness was hunted down and killed on the night of Huguo Temple?

He was ordered by His Highness to carefully remember that face, and he also carefully examined the people in the Moon Snatching Workshop, and he was already familiar with it, even if it was burned to ashes, he could recognize it.

But...... It's been a while since I came back from Huguo Temple, and Your Highness has a lot of opportunities, but you still remember what she looks like?

He pondered for a while, and then Ning Xun put down his pen, wiped his hands with a soft handkerchief, lowered his head to look at the face pressed by the paperweight, looked at it for a long time, and smiled - that smile never entered his eyes - and faintly called the person in the painting: "Song Zhichi." ”

Qing Heng was sluggish, and then listened to his master and then instructed him: "Take a look at this portrait to your people, keep an eye on her, and you must know which house she will be sent to in the end." ”

Qing Heng suddenly remembered that on the day before Senator Lin's death, when His Royal Highness met with Senator Lin in the Moon Snatching Fang, there seemed to be some subtle details.

He is not stupid, and with such a connection between the front and back, he immediately guessed the situation of the day and understood what His Highness meant.

"She recognized the ...... of the palace" Before he finished speaking, Qing Heng realized that it was impossible.

She is just a dancer, her status is low, naturally she has never seen His Royal Highness the Prince, let alone recognized it? The only thing that can be explained is that she, like those people, was trained by the Moon Snatcher Workshop so that she could be placed in the backyards of various mansions to make eyes for people.

Qing Heng thought to herself, she couldn't recognize His Highness, so she could only smell something abnormal in the room and report it obediently.

In any case, Qing Heng's intuition told him that this person could not be kept.

But...... He flashed in his mind the night of the Huguo Temple, when he wanted to get rid of this woman but was drunk by His Royal Highness, and he was unsure of his idea for a while, so he asked with rare hesitation: "This person ...... Does His Highness want to kill, or do you want to stay? ”

* In front of the main hall.

Ning Mian was in a hurry, and the frost-white autumn clothes on his body were blown by the wind, clinging to his body, lining the whole person as thin as paper.

Xiao Fuzi saluted in a proper manner, "Fourth Highness." ”

Ning Mian stopped and looked at the closed door of the palace, "Father is here?" ”

Xiao Fuzi nodded, attached it to his ear, and whispered: "His Royal Highness is also here, and there is an hour of incense when I go in." "——The Fourth Highness is known for his good temperament, and he is also generous to the palace people, and he has also inherited the love of the Fourth Highness, so at this time he has to say two more words: "If His Royal Highness is here to intercede for His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Xiao Fuzi paused, and seeing that His Royal Highness really did not deny it, he stubbornly continued: "The fifth princess came here yesterday, and her eyes were red when she came out. ”

His words could only be said here, Ning Mian waved his hand and smiled gently, "Just do your best." ”

When Ning Mian was passed into the hall, the emperor was admiring the painting with the second prince Ning Zhen, and when he saw him come in, he frowned and beckoned him to come closer: "What God, are you still wearing such thin clothes?" How do the people down there do things? ”

"Father, second brother." Ning Mian saw the ceremony, and as soon as he straightened up, he saw Ning Zhen looking at him, full of pride, and called out with a smile, "Fourth brother." ”

Ning Mian lowered his eyebrows, and stepped forward to accompany him to look at the painting - the painting is the authentic work of Li Weifu, the former dynasty painting saint who had just entered the offering, because the amount of survival was too low, and it was difficult to find a thousand gold. And Ning Zhen has always loved to collect some calligraphy and paintings, and he has two of Li Weifu's authentic works alone.

After chatting a few words first, seeing that the timing was about the same, Ning Mian introduced the topic to the prince, but before he could say anything, he was lightly glanced at by the emperor - this glance was from top to bottom, as if he had seen through what he was thinking.

Ning Mian's words couldn't help but pause.

The emperor looked at him and said at the right time: "I went to see your mother yesterday, and she is very worried about you. It's still early today, so you might as well go to her palace to have a look. ”

Ning Mian had no choice but to respond, but it was just such a fork, and if he pleaded, he couldn't find the opportunity to speak.

The emperor was already excited, waved his hand to signal the palace people to roll up the painting, no matter how valuable it was, it was only a thin volume, and as soon as the emperor raised his hand, he actually handed it to Ning Zhen: "If you like it, take it." ”

Ning Zhen took it happily and was busy thanking him.

It wasn't until the two of them retired that the emperor glanced at Ning Mian more, perhaps thinking that it was not good to call only one empty-handed back, so he called Li Dexian to fetch the fox fur he personally hunted during the autumn hunt and rewarded Ning Mian.

The two withdrew from the hall, walked together for a few steps, and finally stood under the verandah in front of the hall.

"The fourth brother has lost weight." Ning Zhen stretched out his hand and patted Ning Mian's shoulder, and touched a fox fur against Mao, "In winter, the sky will change, the fourth brother still cares more about himself and Concubine Wen, and the people and things next to him, less effort." ”

He seemed to think of something, and added two sentences with a smile: "By the way, Concubine Wen's old disease of the wind is afraid that it has been committed again, and two days ago, I also asked my mother for some more exceptional silver charcoal, saying that I can't stand the cool breeze." The fourth brother has not been busy these days, so he should go and see more. ”

He was dressed in a vermilion winter coat, which made him more and more energetic.

The biological mother of the second prince, Xian Guifei, has long been in charge of the six palaces, and she has accumulated great power in the past few years.

In and out of these words, it is all about beating.

Ning Mian still had a smile on his face, and his body wrapped in the silver fox fur lowered, and his momentum weakened a little: "Thank you second brother for your care." ”

Ning Zhen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore, and wanted to go to the Empress Dowager's palace to ask for peace, so she simply left directly.

When he walked away, the little eunuch Ning Mian brought with him sighed angrily and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't His Royal Highness just relying on his mother's family to be powerful, and he is domineering inside and outside the palace, and he has to suppress His Royal Highness everywhere, but now he doesn't even care about His Royal Highness the Prince......

Ning Mian smiled good-naturedly, signaled him to silence, and said in a low voice: "The second brother is the most favored by his father, so why do you need to deliberately suppress me." ”

Ning Zhen personally held the picture scroll given by the emperor, and the two attendants followed behind him, and when he passed by the imperial garden, he was suddenly blinded by a colorful butterfly.

When the snow is about to fall, where do the butterflies come from?

But the yellow and white butterfly really landed on the picture scroll in Ning Zhen's hand.

A rush of footsteps sounded from the depths of the Imperial Garden, Ning Zhen didn't reply, pinched the butterfly's wings with one hand, and laughed loudly: "Xining." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl about the age of Lu broke out of it, full of pearls and emeralds, wearing a verdant jacket skirt, using Xingong's Shu brocade, the color was bright and fresh like a dripping spring rain.

The county lord of Xining was originally the niece of the queen mother, but her parents went early, leaving her a baby who was still in swaddling, and the queen mother took pity on her loneliness, first made the county lord, and after a few years, she simply took her into the palace and raised her by her own side.

The Queen Mother really feels sorry for her, and she has always been spoiled, because Xining should eat and wear in the palace compared to the five princesses who are the most favored.

And Ning Zhen always liked to go to the emperor's grandmother when he was young, and he came and went, among the princes and princesses, Xining was the most familiar with him, and he was naturally the one.

Xining chased out of the imperial garden, and when she saw that it was Ning Zhen, she squinted slightly, but her face was not very good-she had just ordered Nianqiu to slap the little palace maid who accidentally let go of the butterfly, and it took a full thirty strokes to barely extinguish her anger.

There were so many butterflies at this time of year, so strange that she would rather step on the dirty newly made dress, and jump up and down on the royal garden herself to catch it again.

Xining looked at the butterfly with its wings trembling slightly between Ning Zhen's fingers, but his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the scrolled painting in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Ning Zhen noticed her gaze, smiled heartily, raised his eyebrows, and handed the scroll in his hand directly to her, "Li Weifu's real handwriting, my father just appreciated it, even if you like this painting, you have to leave." But I have two more that I can pick and choose. ”

After hearing this, Xining pursed his lips and lost interest, "I thought it was Shen Zi'an's painting." ”

Expected answer.

Ning Zhen pretended to sigh, put the butterfly he was pinching into the brocade box that Nian Qiu had offered, and handed it to Xining, "Ah Che is so busy every day that his feet don't touch the ground, where is this leisure?" ”

"I don't care," Xining glared at him, "I said last time, you want another painting of Zi'an for me." ”

She reached out and took the brocade box, and threw it to Nian Qiu, and the brocade box flipped over when it was far away—her patience with the butterfly was exhausted, and she no longer cared whether it lived or died.

Now she has something more urgent - Xining leaned in front of Ning Zhen and asked him expectantly: "What has Zi'an been doing these days?" ”

Ning Zhen's gaze withdrew from the brocade box, and said meaningfully: "He? 'Sharpen the sword'. ”

Xining obviously didn't understand, frowned and repeated: "What kind of sword to sharpen?" ”

The man he was talking about was busy "sharpening his sword", and at this time he was sitting in the highest and most hidden room of the Moon Snatching Workshop, holding a soup spoon and slowly serving the soup.

The bird's nest of the pheasant shredded out of the low fire has a golden layer of soup oil, which is fragrant and fragrant. There are good cooks in the Moon Snatching Workshop, but he is especially not enough, so he specially invited the chef who is the best at Huaiyang cuisine in Beijing.

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Chapter 19

◎ "When I come back, you will marry me." Ming Media is marrying, three books and six hires. ”◎

Shen Che handed the soup to the hand of the pond, as if inadvertently mentioning the past, and his tone was gentle: "I still remember that when we were in Jiangnan, you always secretly took me to your place, so that in the name of hospitality, coax your mother to cook soup." ”

The pond has preferred some soup and water since she was a child, and the old house of the Chi family naturally has subordinates, but she and her mother know that their identities are embarrassing, so they are more informed and interesting, and do everything themselves - Song Rongying has a pair of hands that touch the piano and dance, and she has also learned to do trivial chores. The pond loves to drink soup, and Song Langying cooks the soup very well.

The reason why Zhichi loves to take Shen Che back is very simple, Xiao Shizi is noble, as long as he is there, the meal in Zhichi will be extraordinarily rich.

He mentioned Song Langying, his eyes softened for a moment, nodded "um", and slowly scooped the soup with a silver spoon.

Shen Che also took a sip and sighed: "It's not as good as the taste back then." ”

Zhichi smiled, and unintentionally answered: "It's not just the taste." At that time, the mood of drinking soup was only at that time. ”

Shen Che looked up at her, "The world is unpredictable, but fortunately, people are consistent." ”

Zhichi only smiled, noncommittal, and after a while, he simply asked directly: "Ah Che, do you have something to say to me?" ”

Calculate the time, and it's time to talk to her.

She thought she was ready, but at this moment, she still unconsciously clenched the silver spoon in her hand.

The soup I had just drunk seemed to burn my stomach and hurt hotly.

Shen Che didn't pause for her clothing the vegetables, but said, "Eat well first." This chef is very good at cooking Huaiyang dishes, can you taste it? ”

He put down the spoon, "If you don't say it, I can't eat it." ”

Shen Che sighed, "You go back to Chi's house today, collect the things you want to bring, and live in the Moon Snatching Fang in the future." ”

It was the expected opening of the pool. She blinked in ignorance and asked him, "Why?" ”

Shen Che met her gaze, neither retreating nor flashing, "Chi Licheng took you and your mother back to Beijing, not to reunite the family after your mother was cured—at least not right now." But in the future, maybe it will be. ”