The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 47 'Yin Family' Qiao Nv

Pingkangfang, Chunxin Pavilion...

This is one of the most famous spring towers in Chang'an City. Countless actresses and prostitutes in the pavilion make countless men in Chang'an City yearn for it~

This is not only a gold-selling cave for high-ranking officials and aristocrats, but also a place where countless good songs and sentences continue to emerge.

In the Chunxin Pavilion, on the third floor, in a room, the room is filled with pink gauze curtains, but the layout is a bit more elegant.

Open the window from here, and you can see most of the scenery in Chang'an City.

And beside the window, beside the bronze mirror dresser, sat a young woman.

The woman is wearing a pleated skirt of scattered flowers and water mist, and a thin smoky veil of emerald water.

Her shoulders are shaved, her waist is plain, her muscles are fat, her breath is blue, her eyebrows are clear, and her figure is graceful.

With slender jade fingers like tender lotus root buds, she twisted the embroidered handkerchief and slowly wiped the rouge around her lips.

At this time, a masked man in night clothes walked in quietly.

The masked man knelt down and said in a low voice, "Yingwu greets the thirteenth princess~"

Listening to the voice, this masked person is also a woman.

The movement of the woman's hands paused, looking at the blurred jade face in the bronze mirror, she said softly: "Come here in the middle of the night, but what do you want to report?"

The masked woman turned to the moving figure and said: "Princess, the matter you asked An Chensi to investigate earlier has been found. Your younger brother Wang Sufan is not dead~"

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As soon as the words fell, the woman's jade hand trembled, and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground quietly. She stood up and turned around sharply, asking with deep eyebrows: "But it's true?"

"Yes, after Wang Xingwen's family moved to Chang'an, they changed Wang Sufan's surname to Tang, following his mother's surname. After Wang Xingwen and his wife were killed in the eighth year of Wude, Tang Sufan was not killed. After his parents were buried, he left Beijing. It is said... that he went to Yunyou... ..."

"And I went back to Beijing last month to buy back the old house, and now I live in the old house in Jinghe Village, Chang'an~"

The woman's lips trembled slightly, as if her heart finally let go, she murmured in a trembling voice: "It turns out that Brother Fan is still alive~ still alive..."

Afterwards, she took a deep breath and calmed down, her gentle face was suddenly tinged with a chill, and he said in a cold voice: "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the movement of the old house? Buying back the old house, there is only news now! When did An Chensi become so useless?!"

The masked woman quickly lowered her head, and said hurriedly in a low voice: "It's not that the subordinates are incomplete, but that His Highness King Yan..."

In the middle of the conversation, there is no ending. The woman naturally knows what she wants to say.

The woman closed her eyes and meditated for a long time, then she thought for a while and said: "Forget it, let's do this first, news of Brother Fan is already very good..."

"Okay, you go back first, tell King Yan after you go back, pay attention to the momentum, some things have been reported to me, and besides, don't come here if there is no serious matter in the future..."

The woman turned her head to look at the night in Chang'an outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "After all...there have been no girls from the Yang family in this world for a long time, and the ones in Chunxin Pavilion are just clever girls from the Yin family sold by the poor Yin family... ..."

The masked woman looked up at Yang Qiaoer, her eyes struggled, and she seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she clasped her fists and replied: "Your subordinate obeys!"

Afterwards, the masked woman walked lightly towards a corner of the room, and disappeared after hearing a slight sound.

As soon as the masked woman left, Yang Qiao'er looked serious and said to herself in a low voice, "Where did Brother Fan get the money to buy back the old house?"

Since he came to Chang'an, he has been paying attention to the movement of the old house. Although the old house is not very expensive, it is still a big mansion, and there is nothing that cannot be bought for a few hundred.

Brother Fan is only sixteen this year, where did he get so much money?
Could it be that his father and mother left him behind?Even so, as a young man, can Brother Fan keep those money?
I don't know where Brother Fan has been in the past few years, how he has been, whether there is a traitor by his side, he is only a young man, and he can't stand any flattering words...

When Yang Qiaoer was restless and worried about her younger brother, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Qiaoer came back to her senses, stared at the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

Outside the door, a maidservant's voice came: "Sister Qiao'er, Qinghe Garden Poems will invite you to dance tomorrow, my mother-in-law asked me to ask if you would like to?"

Yang Qiaoer frowned, and pondered: "Poetry meeting? Forget it, I'm very tired these few days, so I won't go..."

"Okay sister, then I will reply to my mother-in-law~"

Just as the maid outside the door was about to leave, Yang Qiaoer noticed the address the maid said just now, stopped her, and asked: "Wait a minute, Qinghe Garden... Who will organize this poetry meeting?"

The servant girl replied after hearing this: "I heard that it was organized by Kong Yingda, a senior scholar of the court, and several colleagues. It will be held in Qinghe Garden tomorrow. I heard that many children of princes and ministers will go..."

Yang Qiaoer thought for a while, then said: "All right, tell mother-in-law, I will go when the time comes."

"Okay sister, I'll make arrangements if there's nothing else~"

"Go..."

The attic gradually became quiet, and only Yang Qiaoer, who looked thoughtful, was left in the room.
The night scene outside gradually fell into darkness... Yang Qiaoer walked to a pink curtain and pulled her jade hand.

Then a mahogany table case appeared, enshrining three spiritual tablets.

The spirit card at the top of the list simply reads, the filial father Wang Wenxing took the place first, and the unfilial daughter Wang Qiaoer took the place.

On the other hand, it was written on the side tablet that the deceased mother Tang Qingyan took the throne, and the unfilial queen Qiaoer stood...

And behind the two spirit cards, there was another spirit card upside down, Yang Qiaoer picked it up.

What was written on it was exactly, the late brother Wang Sufan passed away, and the younger sister Yang Qiaoer was established...

Yang Qiaoer looked at the tablet in her hand, looked at it, and slowly burst into tears, a drop of tears splashed on the tablet.

She murmured softly: "Brother Fan, so you are really still alive, I thought you were murdered by thieves..."

In an instant, Yang Qiaoer seemed to see the figure of the child who was four years younger than herself, and who followed her every day and called her sister in a daze...

And she will always remember that year, when she was taken away, the crying voice of her younger brother and the sad eyes of her parents...

And after I left, I didn't expect my parents to die because of me.

The younger brother Wang Sufan is even missing. I thought he had been taken away by those people, but I didn't expect him to be alive...

All this made Yang Qiaoer restless day and night, so An Chensi kept investigating the whereabouts of his younger brother Wang Sufan until today.

Yang Qiao'er's weak eyes gradually became firm, and her eyes were covered with frost, and she read word by word: "Li Shimin! The Li family! My parents are harmed! I, Yang Qiao'er, will definitely destroy your Li family! "

Then Yang Qiaoer looked at the spirit tablets of Wang Wenxing and his wife, knelt down slowly, and kowtowed.

After a long time, Yang Qiaoer got up, stared at the two spiritual seats and said in a deep voice: "I hope that father and mother are alive in the sky, and that Brother Fan will be safe forever...... Yang Qiaoer, an unfilial daughter, swears here that she will do her best in this life to protect Brother Fan all his life." Ankang!"

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　Old Babies, it’s the Chinese New Year. I wish you all auspicious, healthy and happy Year of the Tiger! !la la!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)