Jiapingguan Chronicle

Chapter 1194 The Cruel Truth 7.0
"Why don't you let go? Mr. Yi, have you ever thought that it's not our Highness who doesn't let you go, but you who don't let you go?"

"What do you mean?" Yi Qianzhang was confused by Ziyi's words, "What do you mean I won't let myself go?"

"Don't you remember what you have done?" Ziyi stared at Yi Qianzhang for a long time, saw his bewildered face, and sneered, "I have to say, Mr. Yi, you are really Your lord forgets so much!"

"Okay, okay, there's no need to say sarcastic remarks. It was you who brought it up and wanted to confront it. It was you who said that you can't listen to one-sided words. We gave you this opportunity. Since that's the case, you should be good. Say, don’t be so yin and yang. If you don’t have a good chat, then there’s no need to talk.” Wu Shudan made a very threatening gesture towards Ziyi and Yi Qianzhang, “We don’t want to waste time On your meaningless debate, right?" He looked around, pulled a stool over, and waved to Hei Lu'er and A Piao, "Come on, let's sit and listen to them."

"Master Adan is right." Ah Piao came over and sat next to Wushu Dan, looked at Hei Lu'er, and then at Ziyi, "Ziyi said first, what exactly angered His Royal Highness Qingmu so much that Yi Sir, if you leave Yiqing Mansion, you will be punished."

"Yes." Ziyi was very frank. He stared at Yi Qianzhang and said word by word, "Mr. Yi, can I ask you a question first? Do you still remember the time when you left Yiqing Mansion?" In the first three months, how many articles have been written, what is the content of the article?"

"I..." Yi Qianzhang racked his brains to recall for a long time, but couldn't remember what he wrote back then.Because of those encounters back then, his memory was damaged, and many things were forgotten. "I really can't remember." He looked at Ziyi and sighed, "To tell you the truth, I once suffered a serious head injury, and it took me more than half a year to recover, but it was also because of this injury. , I lost part of my memory, and I don’t remember many of the things you said.”

"Head injury?"

A Piao glanced at the guard next to Yi Qianzhang, and winked at him. The guard received the signal from A Piao and carried out a careful inspection of Yi Qianzhang's head. After the inspection, he nodded towards A Piao.

"My lord, there are three scars on the back of Mr. Yi's head from being hit by a blunt instrument."

"Really?" Ah Piao was very curious, stood up and walked over to look at the back of Yi Qianzhang's head, "This... when it was smashed back then, it should have been very serious, and the strength of the three scars is different. The one on the left is obviously more forceful than the other two, rushing to kill you. It seems that the person who strikes is trying to kill you." She looked at Ziyi, "Is it His Highness Wanyan Qingmu's idea? "

"No!" Ziyi shook his head lightly, "His Highness did not want his life, because His Highness knows that it is more difficult for him to live than to die."

"That's true." Ah Piao nodded, and sat back again, "If you want to take revenge on someone, you have to let him live, then torture him little by little, and let him suffer. Let the enemy die all at once, but let him die The relief of the enemy."

"Yes, so His Highness will definitely not choose this method." Ziyi looked at Yi Qianzhang, "It seems that Mr. Yi has offended many people, and there are people who really want your life!" He sneered, "Since your memory is impaired, then the villain will explain to you, what exactly did you do to our Highness!" He paused, "Sir thinks that our Highness is an inconspicuous prince who is not affected by the old man. No one will care about the prince's valued son, even if it arranges for our Highness."

"I seem to..." Ah Piao tilted his head, "I seem to have read it, not a poem, but something like a storybook, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Ziyi nodded, "The protagonist in the storybook is a well-known local family, with seven or eight hundred acres of land, more than a dozen shops, and a good relationship with the local yamen. The idea is to get the wind from the wind and the rain from the rain. There is only one child of the protagonist in this family. His mother passed away when he was born, and he was brought up by a nanny since he was a child. Although there is only one biological child in the family, his father is not I don't like him, and I don't love him, but I love my cousin's posthumous son as if he was his own, and even want to let this cousin's posthumous son inherit all the family property."

"This..." Hei Lu'er and Wu Shudan looked at each other, "If you say that this story is not based on His Royal Highness Wanyan Qingmu, no one will believe it, it is exactly the same."

"Isn't that right?" Ziyi sighed, and continued, "This is not over yet, and the following story is even more tragic. Because the protagonist's cousin is loved so much, he naturally didn't take the protagonist seriously and studied hard. How to take over the family business, how to deal with all parties. On the contrary, it is the protagonist, because his father doesn’t pay attention and the servants at home ignore him, which makes him look particularly ignorant to outsiders, and eventually becomes a well-known playboy in the local area. More than that In this way, he also brought a disaster to the family that almost ransacked the family. He severely injured the most favored prince who was interviewed by Weifu privately in the street. If it wasn't for the help and management of his cousin, the whole family would be ruined because of this. Catastrophe loomed. Later, the protagonist was abandoned by his family, by his father, and finally died of depression."

"Mr. Yi, do you have any impression of the storybook you wrote?"

"A little bit." Yi Qianzhang nodded, "However, I vaguely remember that the spread of this script is not very wide, and it has not been spread in Yiqing Mansion at all. I don't know where His Royal Highness Wanyan Qingmu saw it. .”

"Although our Highness doesn't like the old prince very much, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have close friends and brothers. Many of these friends are talented in literature, and many of them have admired you for a long time, Mr. Yi. Therefore, they I am very concerned about your articles and poems." Ziyi thought for a while and said, "Do you probably remember Mr. Urjin and Mr. Hagali?"

"...Well, I remember." Yi Qianzhang nodded, "I met these two young masters during the trip. The three of us hit it off immediately and had a very happy conversation. There were even two nights where we had a long talk and met each other. sleep." After finishing speaking, he raised his head to look at Ziyi, "You single out the two of them because these two sons belong to His Royal Highness Wanyan Qingmu..."

"The brothers who grew up together are the life-and-death friends of our Highness." Ziyi gritted his teeth at Yi Qianzhang, who had a gray face, "The words you regard as precious are the two young masters who showed our Highness." of."

(End of this chapter)