Wind rises time and space gate

Chapter 466 Hidden worries
The Huixian Tower and the Theater Club run by Zhao Guangyuan are well-known to all the young, old, women and children in the capital. They are prosperous and envious.

The two properties also attracted frequent visits from the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty. Zhao Guangyuan wanted to do something, which was really easy. How could he not make people envious and jealous.

The prince originally wanted to give Zhao Guangyuan some eye drops and plant a seed of preparedness in the emperor's heart. However, Zhao Guangyuan made a huge move and reminded the emperor of how he had mistreated his son in those ten years.

He glanced at the prince reproachfully and said warmly to Zhao Guangyuan: "The king of Yue has succeeded in experimenting with three crops for two years. I should be rewarded."

The prince, the King of Chu and others crowded around and agreed with smiles, "It's a reward."

The emperor glanced at his sons and then his eyes fell on Zhao Guangyuan. He was a little surprised to see that he did not refuse. He must be angry.

"In that case, let's give the royal mansion near Bao'en Temple to the King of Yue."

The prince, King Chu and others were stunned.

Although the imperial mansion near Baoen Temple is not very big, with a total of only 1,200 acres including the hills and woods, it is close to Baoen Temple. The dignitaries in the capital, including the East Palace and various princes’ palaces, go to Baoen Temple every year. When offering incense, they would come to stay at the imperial mansion.

Because it was often rented by nobles, the Imperial Mansion was extremely well built, with different scenery to see in four seasons, and the courtyards inside were also luxuriously built.

Now give him to the King of Yue?

The prince was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't want to say more, lest he make the emperor dissatisfied with him.

His eyes should be the stars and the sea, the country and the people's livelihood, not these small favors. The prince felt a little regretful that he had followed King Chu's advice. Not only did he not give King Yue eye drops, but he also made the emperor feel more sorry for him.

The King of Chu was a straight man and immediately said, "Father, something is wrong!"

If the Imperial Mansion was given to Lao Qi, how could they borrow it and enjoy it? There is one less place for horse racing in winter.

Zhao Guangyuan looked at him sideways, "I have been given the imperial village, so how can I be stingy enough to close the village and drive people away?"

No matter what Zhao Guangyuan said, King Chu was just unwilling. Seeing that the emperor had no intention of taking it back, he suggested changing the reward to a royal palace.

Zhao Guangyuan was already thanking him, "The emperor's brother is buried near Bao'en Temple. Every time I think about the time spent with the emperor's brother when I was young, my clothes are often wet with tears. I thank the emperor for his sympathy, and I feel that I am closer to the emperor's brother." some."

After two or three sentences choked with sobs, Emperor Zhizheng was reminded of his eldest son, and his eyes were slightly blank.

The prince glanced at Zhao Guangyuan, then quickly glanced upward at the emperor, and clenched his fists.

My father is getting older and is not as murderous as before. Now when someone mentions the late prince in front of him, he can speak calmly. It was no longer like the past, when mentioning the former prince or people and things related to him, it was like touching his evil scales.

The father became soft-hearted.

The kid raised in Prince Yue's Mansion couldn't really be Lao Qi's illegitimate son, right? The prince glanced at Zhao Guangyuan again and lowered his eyes in thought.

Changling Village, Lin family.

Lin Jingping went to his parents' house and whispered to them, "There is another wave of people coming over to Fourth Sister's grave!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Geng was so anxious that he circled around the room, "Old man, will they dig up the grave?"

The biological mother who had grown up suddenly disappeared. The family could not tell her whereabouts in the mausoleum area, so they had to lie and pretend that she was missing and built a tomb for her.

There are no bones inside.

Lin Qiu Shan glanced at her and said, "Calm down. If you are anxious, won't the children be even more anxious?"

How could Mr. Geng not be anxious? Her daughter finally came back from the dead and had to marry a good man. The good days had just begun. Moreover, her daughter and her family were one. If something happened to her daughter or grandson, no one in the family would be left behind.

Geng sat down next to Lin Qiu Shan, "They don't really dig graves, do they?" Lin Qiu Shan said bitterly, "What kind of graves are they digging! We think that all the Lin family are dead!" In broad daylight, the world is bright, and there is no crime in the family. Why? Digging a grave!
While comforting my old wife, son and daughter-in-law, saying that such a thing would never happen, I felt uneasy at the same time.

How can ordinary people compete with the powerful?

"Dad, two waves of people came to inquire about Changzhi's biological mother and asked her what she looked like. If she and the princess were paired together, would it bring trouble to the princess?" Wang was also a little uneasy.

During the year when Fourth Sister was in Lingcun, many people met her.

Lin Qiushan remained silent and did not speak.

Geng was a little frightened, "No, it can't be right? Someone can't really connect the two of them, right? And it's been eleven years, so I can't remember clearly."

Moreover, her family, Xi'er, has changed quite a lot from when she first came home.

Seeing several people huddled together in a hurry, Lin Qiu Shan shouted in a low voice, "Why panic? What could happen! The princess has come to the imperial mausoleum now and stood in front of them. They can still associate her with the person who gave birth to her. together?"

At that time, Xi'er lost her memory and didn't like to talk or go out. She was timid and could not be as bright and generous as she is now.

Even my own family members, let alone outsiders, can't relate Xi'er to the person she was eleven years ago.

But even so, Lin Qiushan still didn't dare to gamble on human nature. After all, the King of Yue did not commit any crime and was demoted to the imperial mausoleum.

It will take ten years for him to be demoted.

If the palace knew that Xi'er was the virgin who was sacrificed to fill the dragon's veins, Xi'er would probably have to die again.

"The prince must know about this."

"Don't worry, dad, I'll go deliver the message right away!" Lin Jing'an turned around and went out.

The news was delivered overnight through Zhao Guangyuan's personnel left in the imperial mausoleum. It's just that the people left behind by Zhao Guangyuan also spread the news back to Beijing as soon as possible when there was any movement in the imperial mausoleum.

Zhao Guangyuan received news from the imperial mausoleum for several days in a row.

The reply didn't ask the imperial mausoleum to do anything, they just continued to stare.

Lin Zhaoxia sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. The mirror in front of me is a glass mirror produced in Daqi's workshop, and its craftsmanship is on par with modern times. The clarity is not comparable to that of a bronze mirror.

While looking at it, she asked the man standing behind her, "I haven't changed much in these years, have I?"

"It hasn't changed, it's still as beautiful and moving as when I first saw it."

Lin Zhaoxia smiled angrily and punched him sideways. He turned around and sat back, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Since it hasn't changed that much, what if I asked a painting master to draw the person I met in Changling who grew up to be my birth mother according to their description, and then paired it with me, wouldn't it be the same person?"

Zhao Guangyuan tightened his grip on her shoulders.

Lin Zhaoxia narrowed her eyes when she saw him in the mirror. He must have never thought about the possibility that someone would ask a good painter to draw a portrait of his birth mother.

Putting her hand on the back of his hand, "We say that he is my nephew, so he looks like his aunt. But it doesn't make sense that his biological mother should look like his aunt, right?"

It would have been better if it had been said that Chang Zhi was her nephew and Chang Zhi's biological mother was her biological sister.

"You and Chang Zhi have the same surname." At first, I thought that they had the same surname, so I asked someone to find someone with the surname Lin outside.

I never expected that this would happen.