Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 12 Arguments of the Kyoto Coup 8
"I personally think that the princess is the most suitable woman in the entire capital to find a husband."

Song Yanqing bent down on the terrace and picked up a pot of green grass on the ground, filling in the vacant position of the flower, and was busy arranging the flowers and plants, not intending to answer his words.

"Such a good woman, firstly, her family background is prominent, her career must be like a tiger with wings added; secondly, she has a good personality and a harmonious husband and wife; more importantly, the princess is a rare smart person, Mr. Song, what do you think?"

With a smile on his lips, Qin Wuhui looked down at the mahogany box he was playing with in his hand. The box was full, and it sounded like a lot of stuff was stuffed in it.

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Song Yanqing, who was playing with flowers and plants. He glanced sideways, lowered his eyes, and cast a shadow on his eyelashes. Before the case, he said coldly: "Sir, it's better to go home and discuss with Lingtang about these words."

After hearing this, Qin Wuhui covered his face with a feather fan, showing his pointed canine teeth, and couldn't help laughing a few times: "Your Excellency is humorous."

"Since that's the case, your lord may wish to seriously consider the strategy proposed below..."

Before finishing speaking, Song Yanqing raised his eyes to look at Qin Wuhui, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think about it, Mr. is very resourceful, and the plan is sure to be foolproof. Let's talk about the rest with the two censors."

After finishing speaking, he put away the scroll before the case, made room for it, put the box squarely in front of him, gently opened the lock, and concentrated on manipulating the contents of the box.

Qin Wuhui continued: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow. You heard it just now. I have to catch up with old friends tonight."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yike, who had just come back, understood in his heart, turned his eyes, and hurriedly said: "Sir, today's business must be completed today, and tomorrow I have other business with Mr. Mu. It seems that it will only be two days, so hurry up and talk to us." To be clear, it is better to make arrangements in advance."

Qin Wuhui nodded and thought about it, with some calculations in his eyes, and continued to ask Song Yanqing meaningfully: "Does it have to be tonight?"

After Shen Yike listened, his face showed embarrassment. This Mr. Qin Wuhui is really as weird as the rumors. He is a fairy boy. It's a lot of harvest, but why can I only see that the temperament is outstanding, but the temperament is back to the basics-it's so good that I can't understand the words, why...

If he followed Song Yanqing's temperament, he was afraid that he would persuade Qin Wuhui to find another job...

After asking a question, it became more embarrassing. Mu Huashu didn't have anything to say at first, but now he had to stand up and smooth things over, "It's urgent, if you have something urgent, you might as well..."

"What? Are you in a hurry to discuss the marriage?" Song Yanqing raised his eyes and spoke softly, with a smile on his lips, but there was some provocation in his eyes, which was not obvious and fleeting.

Mu Huashu closed his mouth, looked at that person, and lowered his eyebrows and eyes. Since he came back, his mood has not changed much, and he has treated her very well, and he can't make a mistake...

Seeing Song Yanqing concentrating on playing with some small objects in his eyes, his heart tightened, and he seemed sour and unhappy.

Qin Wuhui pursed his lips and smiled, finally lost the battle, bowed and said: "Of course, the big things come first."

Shen Yike immediately opened his mouth, asking Qin Wuhui to come to the front hall to discuss matters. Mu Huashu glanced at Song Yanqing who was concentrating on the box, stepped forward to remove the bamboo curtain for the windshield on the terrace, held the wind with his wrist, and then gently asked: "It's cold, I'm afraid it's going to rain."

Song Yanqing's eyes tightened, but the movement of his hands didn't stop, he responded softly, and continued to rummage through the box, ignoring it.

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"Miss, did you deliver the letter in the red box? Are we asking Mr. Song for help?"

Ah Shui asked doubtfully while covering Chu Shou's legs with a thin blanket.

Chu Shou raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Ah Shui to ask such a question. He shook his head and said in denial, "I haven't delivered the letter yet. There are only some small things in the box. It's just an old agreement."

Ah Shui hurriedly rolled down the curtain again to keep out the wind and cold, "The rain rests at night, I'm afraid we won't see a sunny day again in the morning."

"Could the murderer be caught just by enforcing the forbidden army? Could it be that Miss...does she want to do it herself?!"

Ah Shui said what was in his mind, and immediately sat down and looked at Chu Shou with a sad face. It turns out that his own body will be well-raised, so there is no need to get involved in any troubles!
Chu Shou smiled slightly, dimples formed, and he said with relief: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is now well-versed, and they know much more information than us. I believe their lords have their own arrangements, and they will definitely protect His Majesty."

"The Qianqiu banquet the next day is the best time for the murderer to continue his murder. If he can be caught, it will be good to find out..."

As she spoke, the gloom shifted to Chu Shou's face in an instant. She leaned on the carriage and said melancholy: "But the assassin is not a fool. A trap as bright as the Qianqiu Banquet must be heavily guarded. Will he really sneak in?"

Ah Shui lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed and sat beside Chu Shou, and let her lean on her shoulder, and said softly: "Didn't you say three thousand, since His Majesty's accident, Commander Wei has ordered the entire palace to be surrounded." He is very strict, and asked people to count the palaces. Although he still has no clue, that person must still be somewhere in the palace and dare not act rashly. Get rid of... get rid of..."

Ah Shui completely put himself into the role, and he was filled with righteous indignation, but he didn't dare to say more about getting rid of someone.

After hearing this, Chu Shou immediately raised his head and laughed at her, then his eyes flashed sternly, like a ferocious beast, and said in a low voice: "My princess has a lot of time to deal with them, it's best to catch the bastard alive, I have to put him in the tortoise shell It cannot be broken."

A group of people walked along Chang'an Street all the way, surrounded by people scattered in the rain with their sleeves tucked into their sleeves, watching the excitement, talking about who is sitting in the car?

"Is the lady in the palace coming out to worship Buddha again?"

"Recently, His Majesty has been ill, and the ladies should take good care of them..."

"That's right, these are all forbidden troops. With such a big battle, could it be the eldest princess?"

"Although the eldest princess is exaggerated, it's not too much, hiss? Could it be that the young master has taken a fancy to again?"

"Where is the eldest princess? A few days ago, Fang was banned by His Majesty for arresting people into the palace. It is impossible, impossible..."

"Eh? Brother Ah San, I think of someone!"

"Oh? Brother, please tell me."

"It's okay to talk about it, so... the money for the wine?"

"Oh, I'll spare you a meal. If you don't tell me, I'm really scratching my head."

"I heard that Princess Ruchuan returned to Beijing yesterday. No, he led troops to surround the Metropolitan Procuratorate the next day."

The third brother who sells wine was pleasantly surprised when he heard it: "The princess? Yes, yes, it is the princess!"

That's right!
Who cares whether she is from the Weidu Procuratorate or the Shanglin Academy, the Cattle Academy and the Horse Academy...

The whole body and mind are comfortable, the yelling is a bit louder, the wine can't be sold, and this melon can't be eaten for a day...

In the carriage, Chu Shou was too lazy to be courteous, and directly interrogated as usual: "Commander Wei, have you gained anything from checking everywhere in the past few days?"

Wei Yucheng walked outside the car, lowered his head slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Going back to the princess, there is no harvest yet, but the flying tower is quite far away from the four palace gates, so the assassin must still be in the palace according to the situation that day. "

Chu Shou raised his eyebrows and raised his lips to smile, and he really fell for it. He pretended not to know and said, "Oh? So there is an assassin?"

Wei Yucheng secretly thought that it was not good, and continued to answer: "Yes...it's just that the empress is afraid of causing a commotion, and she claimed that she fell off the horse, so the general will think...the empress has informed the princess, so..."

Before the words finished, Chu Shou sneered and said, "Your Majesty has not yet died, did Commander Wei forget who the master is so quickly? Or is Commander Wei really going to help my little aunt to win the country?"

Hearing the beating of Chu Shou's words, Wei Yucheng still resigned: "It's urgent, I will think that what your mother said is indeed the safest thing, and some things in recent days have not been handled properly, and I will know my mistake. But I will swear , have no second thoughts towards His Majesty!"

Chu Shou lifted the curtain of the car, with a smile on his mouth. He had no cold expression before, and his smiling face was full of smiles. He looked innocent and harmless, but Commander Wei became more and more frightened.

It's not that he hasn't seen the skills of the princess before, and he understands the turbulence under the smile, so he can only sigh secretly - he really got the true biography of the smiling tiger in Dali Temple...

Chu Shou handed the pot of magnolia handle to Commander Wei, and said, "It's just a joke. Commander Wei is sincere in every word. How can my princess not believe you? Then please Commander Wei to hand over this life-saving medicinal material to Zhongshan personally." king."

Wei Yucheng nodded immediately, took the handle of the lotus tree respectfully with both hands, and saw that the car curtain was pulled down, and then raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

After a while, the carriage slowly stopped.

Wei Yucheng knocked lightly on the car door, bowed his head and said, "Princess, the General's Mansion is here."

Chu Shou opened his eyes, his eyes were a little tired, he propped his head, a little depressed, worried, and continued to instruct: "If the assassin hides in the palace, if someone wants to help secretly, and the investigation is useless, then transfer the manpower to guard the main hall carefully." , and the rest of the people are arranged in various parts of the palace, and everyone who enters and exits must be registered in the register, and they can only enter the palace after disarming their armor."

"In addition, we must strengthen patrols in the palace day and night. Don't forget to ask people to guard the four moats outside the palace. Don't let me release a single fly in the sky and underground water."

Commander Wei bowed his head and cupped his fists, and said firmly, "Yes."

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It's night, restaurant, feeling Linzhou.

"Your Highness, look, it's the one in Tsing Yi."

The third prince bent down and looked through the windows for a long time. The whole person was blocked by Xue Yang's head, and he finally got impatient. He raised his hand and chopped off the folding fan, "Hiss, I'll cut your head off, but you fucking get out of the way!"

"Hey." Xue Yang fled to the back with his head in his arms.

The third prince snorted at him, then looked left and right, gradually frowned, straightened his waist, folded his arms around his chest, and pointed his chin with the folding fan to look carefully.

Then he asked suspiciously: "You mean... the real capital censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is that boy?"

"That's right, Shen Yike and Mu Huashu's official position is only to worship the censor, and yesterday a subordinate came to report that Shen Yike had inspected the Tianguan and took him back in person. Many people were arrested."

Xue Yang replied firmly, and the other people sitting in the room also nodded after hearing this, and started whispering.

"That's it..."

"exactly."

……

The eyes of the third prince followed Song Yanqing's movement, and he tilted his mouth to think, and asked nonchalantly, "Name?"

"Song Yanqing."

"Song?"

The third prince turned around in doubt, bowed his head and muttered, "Song?" He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and knocked the folding fan on his back.

Seeing that the third prince didn't believe it, Xue Yang stepped forward to point it out, and continued: "Look, you see, Thirteen Niang personally led her up the stairs, and the surname Shen followed behind him!"

The third prince immediately turned around to look again, slammed it up again fiercely, raised his foot and kicked and shouted: "Go, go, get up!"

Xue Yang covered his head and looked at his buttocks, begging for mercy, but said gloatingly, "That Shen Yike usually pulls like [-] million people, but now he is following other people's buttocks, and he is very obedient!"

The third prince frowned after hearing this, why is he such an idiot with long hair and short knowledge?He cursed loudly: "When that Song comes back, the Metropolitan Procuratorate will only become more powerful, short-sighted!"

"Short-sighted!"

Angrily, he held the folding fan and pointed, and repeated it twice. Xue Yang shrank to the side with his brows drooping, and became quiet.

The third prince gouged out a hard look, fanned the fan vigorously, put down the bamboo curtain impatiently and returned to the room to sit down with his hands behind his back.

With a long sigh, he stuffed a few grapes into his mouth, gulped down the wine, and tapped his hand on the table again and again.

The people sitting in the room are all the sons of the powerful, the rich and the powerful, they are all well-known playboys in the capital city, they only spend their family money hanging out in various teahouses and restaurants, eating and drinking with Zhao Zhen, the leader of the capital. Have fun, listen to ditties, meet beauties, life is so rich.

"Could it be that our thinking is too complicated, maybe Shen Yike is afraid of offending too many people, someone seeks revenge, and pushes a scapegoat."

"But the Metropolitan Procuratorate is His Majesty's personal guard, and the official position of the Imperial Censor was really given... It's just that the decisive and aggressive style of the Metropolitan Procuratorate doesn't look like the handwriting of the young man in Tsing Yi, but People can't be judged by their appearance..."

After hearing this, everyone began to join in.

"Your Highness, don't worry. In the final analysis, the procuratorate still belongs to the royal family. Your highness has great ambitions, but in the end, isn't it all yours?"

There was a delicate voice from the beauty on her shoulders, soft enough to pinch water, complimenting inside and out, and the spring was lingering.

The third prince lowered his eyes and looked at the beauty clinging to him pretending to be affectionate. He raised his hand and held the folding fan and gently stroked his delicate face. There was a little pity in his eyes, and he said softly: "What the beauty said It makes sense, but it’s a pity that it doesn’t please you.”

After saying that, she pushed Le Ji out, and she bumped into the bead curtain along the crooked stool. The bead curtain jingled and fell to the ground.

That Le Ji immediately panicked, ignoring the bruises on her body, she knelt down and begged for mercy, "It's my slave who said something wrong, Your Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness, please forgive me!"

"Get out! Get out, Your Highness!" Zhao Zhen frowned and shouted, his sleeves swept over the utensils on the table, and all of them flew to Le Ji, and for a while, the ground was full of chaos.

Seeing this, the crowd didn't cause much trouble, they just bowed their heads to comfort the frightened beauty in their arms, as if they were used to it.
Some who don't want to be close to women just keep silent and drink sake.

Then the two little maids who served Le Ji immediately helped up the injured Le Ji after paying their respects, and retreated quickly, not daring to let out a breath, the sound of Le Ji crying for forgiveness gradually faded away, and the room returned to silence.

The bead curtain hangs safely in the air, as if nothing happened.

The continuous music was interrupted and then resumed, but it was a little tense, and most of the others kept their heads down and continued to play cautiously.

Words are bound to be lost, but Xiao Xiao touched the third prince's scales with just one sentence... The love is not there.

The third prince said in a deep voice, "Idiot", with a gloomy expression.

Although the faces of the people sitting below were solemn and not smiling, they hurriedly echoed:

"Your Highness, calm down!"

"Don't be as familiar with that person..."

"Continue to listen to the music, drink and drink!"

The third prince suppressed his anger, suddenly remembered something, and changed the topic, "Eh? By the way, Bo Shan? Aren't you busy with the imperial concubine Qianqiu banquet recently? Did you find a beautiful woman with a soft waist to dance with?"

Following the third prince, everyone's eyes fell on the man in the corner of the room.

Luo Qi, Luo Boshan, is the direct son of King You Yan, who was defeated by You Yan, and became attached to Ming Qi. Later, in order to consolidate the affiliation between the two countries, he was adopted by Ming Qi to King Xing five years ago. To put it mildly, It's called adoption, to put it bluntly, it's the proton sent by that small country.

Xing Wang is His Majesty's younger brother and has no children. The three concubines all fell ill within a few years after they were married. Rumors say that it is because of his eccentricity that he can't get on the stage...

Therefore, he left under the pretext of being sick, but the reason why it is difficult to explain clearly is only understood by King Xing and the three princesses.

For this reason, His Majesty severely ordered him several times, and ordered him not to marry another wife and have children, and couldn't bear to see him alone, so he directly adopted the proton who was going to enter the palace to be raised under the name of King Xing.

Not three years later, King Xing died suddenly. Hearing that his death was miserable, it was rumored that the three concubines had come to ask for their lives.

After King Xing left, it was reasonable to say that Luo Qi should inherit the throne, but due to his status, he was only registered as the prince.

Luo Qi was born with peach blossoms in his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes like autumn waves, shining brightly, red lips and white teeth, and a tall and straight figure. He should be a libertine who lingers in the flowers, but he has the temperament of a refined gentleman.

His appearance is good, his expression is also good, he is not like the rough and bold men in the north, but he perfectly neutralizes the temperament of the Central Plains and Jiangnan. As lingering, graceful and elegant.

As the world can see, Luo Qi also prefers to miss the flowers, not only the Le Ji dancers, but even some self-confident and noble ladies from famous noble families bow down at his feet in the name of being a literary friend.

He is also famous for his lust and beauty. He spends two-thirds of a year wandering around Yanliu Alley in various restaurants. He is not just good looking. What is more attractive is his talent in music theory and literature. He composes music, writes lyrics, arranges dances and dresses for many Qingguan Leji, all of whom are famous for a while, and the tunes are popular in Kyoto, capturing the hearts of many women in Kyoto.

Such a move, but it also attracted harsh ridicule from the young master of the capital, saying that she is indeed beautiful, she is indeed slender and white, she is indeed like a beautiful woman... an empty skin, and can only make some erotic words and vulgar rhetoric , indeed - can't get on the stage.

However, these people not only did not affect him, but also received a lot of cold eyes from women in the capital. After five years away from Beijing, Chu Shou has indeed missed a lot...

At this time, Luo Qi was lying halfway on the low couch by the window, and sitting in front of him was a gentleman who was good at playing the qin, and was fiddled with the guqin that stood before the collapse.

His slender and slender hands walked over the beauty, and the candle was extinguished, leaving only the moonlight and nightlight shining through the window paper on the pearl-colored gauze dress of the mermaid, like the sparkling water surface under the sun. Sliding along the beautiful woman's jade arm to the hand playing the qin, she led the nobleman to pluck the strings.

The beauty's cheeks were caressed by the moonlight, and after lingering for a while, she slowly blushed, like a red rose in full bloom under the moonlight, her face was shy and her eyes reflected the spring light when she was being teased by the moonlight.

This guqin is privately owned by Luo Qi, it has a pure and rich tone, the sound rises and falls, it hits her heart one by one, and then floats to the sky, like a stone sinking into a lake, leaving only waves of ripples.

This is what he loves the most—beauty's sinking, beauty's involuntary love... even two Guqin would not be exchanged for such a spring night.

Hearing someone mentioning him, Luo Qi slowly stood up, with a slight sullen look in his eyes, he gently pushed the beauty away, got up and gathered his robe, pulled up the veil to cover him, and walked forward without haste , lazily said: "Your Highness wants to find smart ones, but I don't have them here."

"Oh? Boshan blames me for disturbing your good business?"

Luo Qi leaned against the pillar and forced a smile. The Le Ji was originally recommended by Luo Qi, but the delicate woman was treated so rudely, which really made people angry.

The blush on his face has not faded away, his eyes are full of affection, but his face is gloomy, with a straight face, which is not annoying, but rather cute.

Seeing Luo Qi's angry face, the third prince became happy like a prank, and continued to say heartlessly: "At this time! That maidservant spoke so rudely and harbored evil intentions, and I didn't hurt her a bit, so I didn't have to ask you to recognize her." If you don’t know what’s wrong, you’ll be angry! It’s boring! It’s boring! It’s very boring!”.

Just as the third prince finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open. The door hit a side wall and bounced back.

Before the man could retract the hand that pushed the door, one foot stepped in first.

Seeing this, the third prince was about to get angry again, so he jumped up with a slap. He had reserved this private room for ten years, and he was about to write "for the third prince only".
"Who is it!" Xue Yang also held his breath, and shouted towards the door directly.

Then, as the third prince rushed over fiercely, the rest of the people also got up one after another, frowning and looking at the door that was still bouncing back and forth, ready to join in the condemnation.

A group of people were vicious and fierce, and they swore to themselves that they would never let that person eat and walk around. Only Luo Qi continued to go to the couch to teach the beauty how to play the piano...

(End of this chapter)