Concubine Sheng Chong

Chapter 21 It's really lively
Jiang Jin said it took a while!He stabilized his steps, pursed his lips and waved his hands, "It's okay, I'm probably tired today, help me back."

Xueyan nodded quickly, and said with her mouth curled up: "It's all my fault! If you insist on saying that some noble person came, so what, I don't care, and you caused Miss to walk for so long..."

Jiang Jinyan forced a smile, how can Xue Yan be blamed, it's just that he met someone who made him almost lose his mind due to hatred.

That back figure is too familiar to me, he is wearing an ivory white brocade suit with a dark pattern background, a large dark plum pattern is faintly visible, and he still wears that purple jade waist pendant, he still looks elegant, but at this moment he is A little trembling, it is deep hatred and regret.

In the previous life, I was indulging in his gentle tenderness, planning peace for him in the turmoil, and avoiding open and hidden arrows.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chengrui, who was frail and sick, and was determined to play strings and ink, would have such wolfish ambitions, and he blamed himself for not being able to see clearly. He wanted to hide his strength and bide his time, but I became his best cover and help.

In the end, he was successful and died, but he was sitting on the world...

Jiang Jinyan clenched his fists and lowered his eyes to cover up the deep hatred in his eyes, but his footsteps were much more resolute. In this life, start over again, Zhou Chengrui, don't ever try to make your wish come true again!
Back at Zhonghan Courtyard, Yu Mo heard Xueyan crying that Jiang Jinyan was not feeling well again, so he hurried to cook a bowl of medicine.

When Mrs. Lu heard about it, she didn't allow Jiang Jinyan to move any more, and asked Xueyan to help her go to the inner room of Dongci to rest.

Jiang Jinyan sent Yu Mo to Wutong Garden to see how Xiao Jincheng was doing, and then sent Xue Yan to help Mrs. Lu see off the guests. He leaned on the blue satin backrest pillow on the couch, and the blue and white twig porcelain bowl of traditional Chinese medicine on the mahogany table beside him The smell filled the air, making her more sober.

What is the purpose of Zhou Chengrui's visit to the Hou Mansion at this time?Since he is not an idle prince who is really interested in the mountains and rivers, he has been planning meticulously, this time to sell the Fang family well, and he wants to win over the Fang family?
When Xueyan came in again, the bowl of medicine was already cold, but there was no trace of it being touched, and Jiang Jinyan was still on the couch in a daze.

"Miss!"

Hearing Xue Yan's angry voice, Jiang Jinyan came back to his senses, and followed her eyes to see the medicine bowl that was no longer warm.

Jiang Jinyan smiled lightly: "I can only trouble Miss Xueyan to cook another bowl for me."

Xueyan muttered and picked up the porcelain bowl, "I should watch the young lady finish her drink before leaving."

Jiang Jinyan looked at her childish face, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Duan Wang Zhou Chengrui, who was in the outer courtyard of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion, sipped tea and chatted with the officials who came to express his condolences and were familiar with him.

Jiang Shiheng and Jiang Shihong rushed to the door, Zhou Chengrui smiled and waved his hands to indicate that there is no need to send them any more, and then he walked out of the Hou's mansion with his entourage.

Jiang Shiheng looked at his back and said: "My Jing'an Hou Mansion has really earned enough face this time, and even King Duan can come here for the face."

Jiang Shihong is the servant of the household department, and he is noncommittal to King Duan, who has always been taciturn in the court. King Duan has always been indifferent and has little contact with the Marquis Mansion. Soon, come to sell a good show?

Jiang Shihong shook his head. Nothing in the court should be underestimated. Thinking that Jiang Shiheng is still looking for an official, he said, "Brother, this officialdom is really dangerous, and every step is difficult."

Jiang Shiheng didn't take it seriously, and shook his head, "No matter how difficult it is, the second brother has climbed to the position of servant of the household department."

Jiang Shihong sees that he is still the same, so it's not easy to say more, but his elder brother has a good character, but he is not smart enough, and I am afraid that he is not smart enough to enter the officialdom.

The two returned to the banquet with their own thoughts on their minds.

Zhou Chengrui, who was not far from the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion, suddenly saw Xu Junyan also come out of the Marquis' Mansion, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, mounted his horse and headed towards Anrenfang.

Zhou Chengrui smiled with great interest, "The Jing'an Hou Mansion is really lively today, I didn't expect him to come too?"

Yan Rang who was beside him followed his line of sight, touched his head in confusion and said, "Master, who is this?"

Zhou Chengrui played with the folding fan in his hand, "A year ago, the third young master of An Guogong's mansion was a son of an aristocratic family. After being awarded a Jinshi, he joined the army. This incident was very lively in Luoyang City..."

Yan Rang was stunned, "This is the Xu Junyan who alarmed Luoyang City! No wonder the villain doesn't look like a general in his eyes, so he is a scholar."

Zhou Chengrui pursed his lips and smiled, "What do you know, Xu Junyan's swordsman is a swordsman, and I am afraid few in Luoyang City have won him."

Yan Rang opened his mouth wide in shock, "Master, you can't beat him?"

Zhou Chengrui's face darkened, "This king has always been weak, how can he be compared with him, you have to be careful with your mouth."

Yan Rang quickly cupped his hands and said: "The villain is guilty!" He almost forgot that the prince always pretended to be weak when he was outside.

Zhou Chengrui glanced at his trembling look, then smiled slightly, "It's probably a close draw."

Yan Rang saw that he didn't seem to blame him anymore, so he straightened up. He knew that his prince was very skilled in martial arts.

Yan Rang looked disdainfully at the direction where Xu Junyan disappeared, "But no matter how powerful he is, he is just a concubine of Duke Anguo's mansion, how can he be worthy of being compared with the prince."

The strangeness in Zhou Chengrui's eyes flashed, and he walked straight forward, muttering: "I'm just a concubine prince."

Yan Rang followed quickly, "Master, are you going to Mingyue Pavilion or Jianbaozhai today?"

Zhou Chengrui thought of what his birth mother, Concubine Li, said to him, and sighed, "Go to Mingyue Pavilion to pick some calligraphy and paintings. I heard that Miss Jiang of Jing'an Hou's Mansion likes calligraphy and painting."

Yan Rang's heart moved, it turned out that the prince had this intention in coming to Jing'an Hou's mansion this time, but I heard that the young lady of the Hou's mansion is deeply loved by the Fang family, and it will definitely be beneficial to the prince in the future.

Luoyang City is already somewhat depressed in autumn, and Zhou Chengrui's tall but slightly thin figure is particularly conspicuous on the road. His ivory white brocade suit with dark patterns makes his face a little sickly pale, but he is as warm and moist as jade, his temperament is outstanding, his eyebrows The room is also easy-going.

At this time, Wang Zhao, the grand master of the dynasty, was sitting in the flower hall of the Wang family's outer courtyard, looking expressionlessly at Feng Jiancai, the Minister of Dali Temple sitting on his left.

Feng Jiancai looked terrified and at a loss, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles in front of Wang Zhao. Feng Jiancai was also suffering and couldn't tell.

Wang Zhao has held the power in the court for more than ten years, and his concentration is naturally extraordinary. He heard that Feng Jian hurriedly reported that the six bandit remnants who had just been imprisoned died of poisoning in the prison of Dali Temple.

Wang Zhao didn't move while holding the Dingyao lotus-patterned teacup. Naturally, he didn't feel any special emotion, and he personally ordered the silence.

Wang Zhao took a sip of the southern Pu'er that he had just paid tribute to, "Master Feng, this person died under your noses. You are here at the palace right now to make everyone think that this matter has something to do with this old man?"

Although Wang Zhao is over half a hundred years old, his voice is majestic, revealing the spirit of a superior.

This sentence made it clear that Grand Master Wang would not help, Feng Jiancai slumped on the chair all of a sudden, his crime this time can be dealt with lightly, and he can also be treated as a negligence of duty.

I wanted to visit the Wang family, but before I took out the 5 taels of silver in my sleeve, I was so frightened that I collapsed on the chair.

"Great Master Mingjian! The officials don't even know how this person died! Wu Zuo only said that he died from poison, but even any poison was tested!"

Wang Zhao glanced at Feng Jiancai, who was trembling with fright, and didn't raise his head. Letting these dead men live in Dali Temple made him feel uneasy. Since they are all dead, the dead can't speak.

What's more, it was his hands, so it is even more necessary to avoid suspicion, so how could it be unnecessary to contaminate this matter.

"Master Feng, this is a serious matter, and you understand that if the Holy Majesty pursues it, the old man will not be able to stop Lu Shixun and his group of literati from making iron teeth..."

Feng Jiancai knelt down on the ground all of a sudden, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, "Grand Master...save this officer!"

Wang Zhao has long been indifferent to all kinds of prayers. He waved his hand and said, "Don't be too polite, Mr. Feng. If you have time to find a way, why not go back and prepare the memorial, so don't miss the morning court tomorrow."

After speaking, Wang Zhao got up and walked to the door, and said to the butler outside the door: "See off the guests, don't let too many people see."

The housekeeper was already familiar with these matters, and brought two stewards in to help Feng Jiancai, and sent him away through the inconspicuous corner door.

Feng Jiancai was walking on the street of Anrenfang in a daze, his mind was full of the situation that he was dismissed from office, he gritted his teeth, he should go and beg the culprit, the third young master of An Guogong's mansion!
Maybe he will be promoted soon, so he won't be held accountable. If he is willing to take a step back, he will be fine.

Jiang Jinyan, who was resting in the East of Zhonghanyuan, also received the news from Jiang Wei. She was not surprised.

She pursed her lips and thought for a while. Since it was Wang Zhao's method, wouldn't Dali Siqing's actions seem to be covering up?
Or is it also a blindfold?Or maybe Wang Zhao bypassed the Dali Temple and got rid of those people directly?

Jiang Jinyan only thought about it for a while and then he didn't want to think about it. Fortunately, the Fang family is fine now, and they are waiting for their grandfather's teacher to return to court.

There are some things that she has to think about in the long run, and now she can only protect herself.

She got up and went to the mourning hall to take care of it again. It was the day of the funeral tomorrow, and she had to let her mother finish the last journey in a graceful manner.

By the time it got dark, Mrs. Lu had already returned to the east courtyard to rest. She had worked a lot these days, so Yu Qingqian was also invited here. I heard that the medicine had increased a bit.

Jiang Jinyan frowned, but there was nothing she could do. After all, she hadn't left the cabinet, and some things couldn't replace Lu Shi.

Xue Yan drew up the soft curtain and entered the room, "Miss, Miss Yu came from the east courtyard, and said that she would come to give Miss a pulse check."

Jiang Jinyan smiled, "It's hard for her to remember, let someone invite you in and make the Maojian tea from last time."

Xue Yan pursed her lips, "I think Miss should let Sister Yumo cook another bowl of medicine, so I have to drink one less drink today, Sister Yumo is still talking about it."

Jiang Jinyan feigned anger and said: "It seems that Ms. Yu must also give you a pulse diagnosis. If I can't prescribe a few medicines, I won't let her go."

Xue Yan stuck out her tongue.

"Who is eager to drink the medicine?" Just as the soft curtain was raised, a crisp female voice came in.

(End of this chapter)