Shengshichun

Xie Zhang didn't expect that Fu Zhen, who looked thin and frail, was so strong that he clung to the window and the carriage couldn't move forward.

He had no choice but to get off the carriage.

Just following him to the door of the restaurant, his steps became slower and slower, and finally he hesitated.

Yesterday, that girl Xie Yu made a strange phone call, which made him uneasy all day and all night.

He didn't know what was wrong, but the words kept lingering in his mind, "A young gentleman has come to Wanbin Building" - he knew that Mrs. Ning was sincere and very hospitable. This woman was the one he had seen in recent years. The most charming woman he had ever seen, Xie Zhang knew that if an acquaintance came to Beijing, she would enthusiastically stay at Wanbin Building.

So while drinking tea yesterday, he didn't pay much attention to Mrs. Ning's reaction to Shopkeeper Su's reply.

However, Xie Yu solemnly mentioned that the young gentleman was tall and powerful, and that he also received special attention from Mrs. Ning. He - he couldn't help but be curious.

Then after leaving the Yamen, I couldn't help but go to Wanbin Tower.

Thousands of guests come and go in Wanbin Building every day. He doesn't know why, but he really wants to see with his own eyes what the gentleman Xie Yu mentioned looks like?
But he didn't know her, so it was too presumptuous to come over and meet her like this.

So there he was in the carriage, hesitating between going and not going.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhen came and "forcibly" invited him to the entrance of Wanbin Building. Is this - is this really appropriate?

If Mrs. Ning does have a different opinion of this Mr. Yang, then what does it mean if he comes to her like this?
Who is this Mr. Yang, and what does it have to do with him?
Xie Zhang couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. She said to Fu Zhen: "Suddenly I remembered that I have something else to do. You go in first and I'll come back another day."

Fu Zhen had never seen him so hesitant, but he could tell that he must have something on his mind, so he said: "Since you have something to do, sir, I can't stop you, but when will your next time be? "

Xie Zhang was stopped by her question.

Fu Zhen smiled and said, "If the matter isn't particularly urgent, it's okay to have a cup of tea before leaving."

"Thank you, Sir. Young Master, why are you two talking here?"

At this time, the second shopkeeper in the restaurant saw them and walked quickly towards them.

Fu Zhen looked at Xie Zhang with a smile: "How?"

Xie Zhang said bravely: "Let's go."

In the backyard of the restaurant, Mrs. Ning was talking to Yang Yi in the hallway.

Mr. Ning was temporarily buried in the suburbs of Beijing and had not yet been transported back to his ancestral home for burial. Yang Yi wanted to pay homage to him, but Mrs. Ning couldn't find time to come in the past two days. Yang Yi said that he could go by himself, but Mrs. Ning was still hesitant.

Since he lived with her, she had to protect his safety no matter what. Something happened in Yingpan Town ahead. She had to ask Pei Zhan and Fuzhen if she could leave the city.

The two of them took advantage of the situation and talked about Yingpan Town and Yang Yi's arrangements for He Zhao to live in seclusion in the village over the years.

Jin Zhu came in and reported: "Master Xie and the young master are here."

Yang Yi knew that the young master was Fu Zhen. He raised his head when he heard the words "Master Xie".

Mrs. Ning asked people to come in, and saw two people coming in outside the door. One was Fu Zhen, and the other was a second-grade civil servant. He was handsome and elegant in temperament.

Yang Yi stood up following Mrs. Ning and listened to Mrs. Ning's introduction: "This is Mr. Xie, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and this - is Mr. Yang."

As soon as Xie Zhang entered the room, he looked at Yang Yi. At first glance, he agreed with Xie Yu's statement in his heart. The man in front of him was very handsome. Although he was wearing cloth, it could not conceal his proud momentum. The vicissitudes of his face not only did not detract from his appearance, but instead brought him a different temperament.

"Long time admired." Yang Yi bowed his hands and noticed Xie Zhang's gaze, so he took another look at him.

Xie Zhang lowered his head to cover up his gaffe and returned the favor.

Fu Zhen looked over all the way and felt more and more that something was wrong with Xie Zhang, but if Xie Zhang wanted to say it, he would say it. If he didn't say it, why would he bother to get to the bottom of it?
Besides, she came to see Yang Yi, so of course she had to do business first.

Everyone greeted each other, and Fu Zhen said to Yang Yi: "Uncle Yang, I left a vase in your yard yesterday. Can you take me there to get it?"

Yang Yi looked at her deeply, then nodded and led her towards the backyard.

Fu Zhen said to Xie Zhang, "Master Xie, sit down first. Our General Pei will come over later. Sister Yu happens to be here too. Please stay and have lunch with us."

Xie Zhang subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Mrs. Ning said: "Just stay. Why bother to see others?"

With these words, Xie Zhang stopped talking.

Seeing that Fu Zhen and Yang Yi went to the backyard and no one could be seen anymore, he looked away and asked Mrs. Ning: "This Mr. Yang has extraordinary bearing. Could he be a relative of yours?"

Mrs. Ning said: "He is my father's old friend. He just came to Beijing."

"It seems like they are old friends with very close friendship?"

"That's right." Mrs. Ning smiled, "Their acquaintance is quite fateful."

Xie Zhang nodded and said nothing.

Seeing Mrs. Ning with a smile on her face, listening to his such intimate words, and recalling yesterday and today, when she mentioned Yang Yi, and how she had just sat across from him and talked with him again, Xie Zhang's heart suddenly lost its focus.

Mrs. Ning is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. It has been very difficult to raise two children these years. Mr. Yang is so tall and powerful, he should be a very capable person. They are a good match.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhang felt even more embarrassed in his heart. Thinking of his daughter's words yesterday asking him to send a gift to Mrs. Ning for her wedding, it suddenly felt like being cut with a knife.

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Fu Zhen followed Yang Yi into the courtyard. As soon as he entered the hall door, he saw the osmanthus flowers she had placed on the table yesterday.

She walked over and tended the flowers a few times, glanced at the empty table, and said, "When I brought this flower over yesterday, it hadn't bloomed yet. I didn't expect that it had already bloomed after being left in Uncle Yang's room overnight. Let go.

"It seems that this flower is very destined to Uncle Yang."

Yang Yi glanced at her and sat down on the stool: "How can we get close to each other for no reason? You just called me in. What do you want to do here today?"

Fu Zhen chuckled, walked away from the flower and sat down opposite him: "I just think this flower suits you very well, so I won't take it back. Please ask Uncle Yang to take good care of it for me!"

Yang Yi remained silent.

Fu Zhen didn't care and kept to himself: "When I came in just now, I heard from Jin Zhu that Uncle Yang wanted to pay homage to my grandfather. If you don't mind, I can show you the way."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows: "Are you going in person?" "Of course you are going in person. Anyone else would not be worthy of being your guide."

Yang Yi pondered, thought about the possibility for a while, and then said to her: "It doesn't matter whether she is worthy or not. Don't talk like this again in the future."

"I just said that casually. Just agree."

Fu Zhen took a sip of tea, thought about it, and introduced the topic: "I entered the palace again this morning and met the Queen."

Yang Yi pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to talk at all.

Fu Zhen said: "Your Majesty is worried about the third prince's health, and she didn't sleep well last night."

Yang Yi still didn't speak.

Fu Zhen then asked: "In the early years, the third prince often went out of the palace and Uncle Yang often came to the capital. I wonder if you have ever seen him?"

"I don't go to Beijing many times." Yang Yi was about to tell the truth, but suddenly realized something when he heard this. He fixed his eyes on Fu Zhen's face: "Last night I went to Longquan Temple to pay homage to the Guan family and his son. You know ?”

Fu Zhen couldn't help but be so keen, so he could only nod: "I heard from the guards this morning that we were still worried. Uncle Yang went out at night without taking them with him. If the people in Dayue knew about this, I'm afraid... To make a difference.”

Yang Yi pondered: "I know it well. Longquan Temple is not far from here, and if they dare to make mistakes in the city, it will be like hitting the muzzle of a gun."

"Then Uncle Yang's trip to Longquan Temple last night went smoothly?"

"It went well." Yang Yi sighed slowly and picked up the tea, but he didn't want to say anything. "Just say what you want to say."

Fu Zhen asked him: "I heard that the third prince also went to Longquan Temple last night. I was just curious if you met him?"

Yang Yi calmly replied: "Yes. In fact, he should be waiting for me there, because every time he saw me, it was at Longquan Temple."

"You mean you've met him many times? That's strange. When did you meet him?"

"Seven years ago."

"...Seven years ago?" Fu Zhen was stunned, "Isn't that the year the Baiyu Hutong case happened?"

"It was that year. Moreover, it was after the Baiyun Hutong case."

Fu Zhen couldn't help but was full of doubts: "What on earth is going on? Please ask Uncle Yang to clarify my doubts."

"After the case happened, I did not leave the capital because the Guan family and his son died because of me, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. I even wanted to avenge them and seek justice for them.

"But I soon discovered that I could not avenge this revenge. Except that the real murderer was hiding in the palace, there was no way for me and He Zhao and Chen Song to avenge this revenge.

"Unless I reveal my identity.

"But the murderer is coming for me. If I reveal my identity, won't I go and die?

"So I stayed in the capital to think of other solutions.

"That night I came to Longquan Temple again to atone for my sins in front of the Guan family. But I had just stopped in front of their graves when my younger brother, whom I had never met before, came out of the woods in a panic."

"...Panic?" Fu Zhen stretched himself straight, "Why is King Yan like this?"

"He was going to Longquan Temple to offer incense. In fact, he was supposed to go to White Crane Temple, but White Crane Temple was too far away. The palace was worried about safety and worried that it would be difficult for him, so they chose Longquan Temple in the city.

"Perhaps he was guarded too tightly. He has a childish nature. He escaped from the guards at night and found the Zen monastery on the mountain. As a result, the guards searched for him all over the mountain. When he was hiding, he bumped into me."

There were too many things to think about in these words. Fu Zhen blurted out: "How could he still walk around at that time? It was obviously on the Chinese Valentine's Day before the incident that he was frightened in the temple and became seriously ill! "

It might make sense to put this matter on others, but that was King Yan who was already very weak. How could he recover so quickly?

"Is he sick?" Yang Yi raised his head, with doubts in his eyebrows, "I never heard him say it. When I saw him, although he was not as strong as ordinary people, he was just a little breathless after running all the way."

Fu Zhen held his breath for a moment and asked quickly: "When did you see him?"

Yang Yi frowned: "The crime occurred on August 12th. When I found out that the murderer was Dong Gong, it was already more than a month later. That day should be the end of September."

Fu Zhen pursed his lips tightly and estimated the prescription for King Yan that Liang Chen had given out from the Imperial Hospital in the previous episode. If it was the end of September, it would have been almost three months since Chinese Valentine's Day, and King Yan's illness had already recovered. no way.

However, he, who has been surrounded and protected by the palace and guards since he was a child, actually got away from everyone at night, emerged from the woods alone, and just appeared in front of his long-lost brother. Why did he always feel that Is it too much of a coincidence?

"You just said that he was frightened in the temple. What happened?"

While his mind was wandering, Yang Yi also raised a question.

Fu Zhen calmed down: "I have only heard a general idea about this matter, and I don't know what exactly happened. However, King Yan's poor health in recent years is indeed caused by the fright he suffered that year."

"Is it."

Yang Yi frowned a little tighter, but he didn't say anything.

Fu Zhen said: "King Yan suddenly appeared at that time. You two probably don't know each other's identity. How did you confirm it?"

Yang Yi glanced at her, showing some doubts.

Fu Zhen said hurriedly: "I have been to the palace frequently in the past two days. I want to persuade the Queen to help the emperor and promote the response decision to the northwest as soon as possible. I am inevitably curious about these things. If you don't mind, please expressly."

Yang Yi withdrew his gaze and said slowly: "I was also shocked at the time, because I saw the robe on his body, and I immediately doubted whether he could be Dong Gong, but I quickly rejected it based on his age. This guess.

"Later, I naturally guessed who he was from his clothes.

“Because I didn’t want to be exposed in front of others, I immediately covered his mouth and hid him before the guards arrived.

"I originally had no intention of getting close to the people in the palace, but when I suddenly held him hostage, he didn't panic at all. Even if I suddenly covered his mouth, he didn't struggle.

"So I no longer had the initial rejection of this younger brother whom I had never met before.

"After everyone left, I let him go. Not only did he not scream, he even looked at me calmly and said that he thought I was very kind."

(End of this chapter)