Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 496

"Speaker?"

Changsun Wuji caressed his long beard lightly, his eyes were flickering, sometimes looking at Cen Mao, sometimes looking at his feet, obviously weighing something.

"Take this step, I'm afraid it will affect the whole body!"

Thinking of the grievances and resentments with Fang Yiai, although Changsun Wuji wanted to skin her and cramp him, the huge monster behind Fang Jun made him fearful from the bottom of his heart.

"Shandong gentry!" Changsun Wuji tapped on the tea table with two fingers and murmured, "Fang Qiao, an old man, may not sit idly by watching his parents and children go into danger."

Cen Mao smiled slightly, with a treacherous whisper hidden in his eyes: "If the officials are serious, what can Fang Qiao do? Is he willing to bear a reputation that will last forever?"

"Okay!" Cen Mao's words completely made Changsun Wuji determined, "This matter must be done cleanly, without any traces."

"Teacher, don't worry, the students will handle this matter in person, and guarantee a grass snake gray line that will stretch for thousands of miles!"

"Okay, Xian Qi will start to do it immediately!" Changsun Wuji stood up and cupped his hands, and said solemnly: "If you can do this well, I will guarantee you a promotion to the third rank!"

"Thank you, Master." Cen Mao knelt down on his knees, kowtowed, and walked out of the Changsun's mansion, busy going home to fabricate the details of "Fang Jun's occupation of Princess Xiangcheng".

After Cen Mao left, Changsun Wuji temporarily came out of the pain of bereavement, walked out of the study room, and said to the butler who had been guarding outside the door: "Chong'er's funeral, the queen mother knows?"

"Sir, the empress has sent Wang Youdao to give an oral order."

"how to say?"

"understood."

Changsun Wuji frowned, looked at the bright moon in the sky, pondered for a while, but couldn't guess what Empress Changsun was thinking.

Got it—these three words are light or not, and Empress Changsun did not express her opinion, which made Changsun Wuji a little guilty about dealing with Fang Yiai. Others don't know, but Changsun Wuji knows it clearly To some extent, Fang Jun was cultivated by Empress Changsun alone, and the purpose of cultivating this rookie need not be famous. Naturally, after the new emperor ascends the throne, someone can restrain the leader of Guanlong and Prime Minister Changsun.

In the Zhuangyuan's mansion, everyone was really conquered by the "distilled wine". They pushed and changed their cups one by one, and their faces were flushed at the end. Let alone discussing countermeasures, it would be lucky if they didn't stutter.

"Yi Ai, don't worry about this matter. As the Minister of the Ministry of War, I will definitely support you! How many jars of this fine nectar and jade liquid should I take back?"

Yang Bo set a precedent, Fang Yiai had to treat everyone equally, and each gave two jars of distilled wine. In a blink of an eye, the essence produced by hundreds of jars of imperial wine was sent away by Fang Dudu.

Forced to send everyone away with a smiling face, Fang Yiai murmured to Fan Jin beside him: "Master Fan, seal the door. Is there still distilled wine?"

"There are still two altars." Fan Jin said with a heartbroken face.

"Two jars?" Fang Yiai smiled wryly, "Divide one jar into four pots and give it to several wives. The other jar, Mr. Fan, take it back for aunt and sister-in-law to taste."

"Students obey." Fan Jin trotted all the way to the wine room, quickly ordered people to deliver the distilled wine to each room, and then ran to the kitchen and pestered the chef to make a few small dishes. The remaining jar of distilled wine went back to the room and secretly had fun.

The drunken Fang Yiai walked towards the East Wing, knowing in his heart that all the people in the Zhuangyuan's mansion were frowning because of the death of the eldest grandson, and only Qin Jingniang could steal a moment of peace.

In the early morning of the next day, while Fang Yiai was sleeping soundly with her head covered, a nursery rhyme had already spread from the mouths of beggars and ruffians to all the [-] squares in Chang'an City.

"Can wield a pen and carry a gun. Killed my brother-in-law in the cell."

"Five horses, wise and resourceful. Even if you are loyal and good, it is difficult to return home."

"The Mansion of the Number One Scholar, Tian Jiao Niang. It's unconscionable to accept all the gifts."

"Under the door, lie on the east bed. Auntie is not greedy enough."

As soon as these four nursery rhymes came out, unexpected results were achieved in Chang'an City.In ancient times, when entertainment facilities were relatively scarce, there was nothing more satisfying than the romantic affairs of the royal family and nobles.

All of a sudden, in the East Market and the West Market, no matter whether they were peddlers or ordinary people, they were all discussing four things.

"How did Xiao Rui die?"

"Who plotted against Chang Sun Chong?"

"Why did Qin Jingniang and Xie Yaohuan live in the Zhuangyuan Mansion?"

The first three nursery rhymes are not difficult to guess by comparing people and things, but it is precisely the fourth sentence that seems to be surrounded by clouds and fog, which is the fatal sword stabbing Fang Jun's throat.

The first line of the fourth sentence "under the household" is understood literally, and it refers to the word "fang" in a concise and concise manner.

The second sentence "lying on the east bed", in ancient times, the son-in-law was also called the charming guest on the east bed, and the consort who was in charge of the court was only Fang Yiai and had no semicolon.

The most terrible thing is the last sentence, "Auntie who is not greedy enough".

For this sentence, Cen Mao, the initiator, made full use of everyone's imagination, covering the clouds and mists, but directed the spearhead at Xiangcheng. It has to be said that Cen Mao was born in the wrong age. If it was placed in the pre-Qin period, it should be a Good strategist or schemer.

Although the common people's literacy rate was not high, their imagination was outstanding. For a moment, they thought of Xiao Rui's sudden death, Xiao Yu's demotion, Princess Xiangcheng's move into Zhuangyuan's mansion, etc., and everyone's thoughts began to show a one-sided scene.

"Princess Xiangcheng is suffering from a strange disease, and she is living in the Zhuangyuan's mansion now, maybe she is treating her illness?"

"Ah? Heal illnesses during the day, what to treat at night? Treat loneliness? Lonely heart?"

"Arguably, the number one on the list shouldn't be such a person."

"Hey! Eldest Princess, do you still remember? Fang Jun and Eldest Princess were also called brothers in the Imperial College, but in the end? Didn't the brothers go to the red tent?"

The common people in Chang'an were discussing a lot, and a few caring "people" said the same suitable words at the right place and at the right time, and Fang Yiai was pulled down from the top of the Chang'an literary world in an instant. .

For a time, rumors spread everywhere in Chang'an City, and even high-end places such as Wufeng Tower and Chang'an Winery, where literati and refined scholars gathered, began a lengthy debate contest.

Both sides are local talents in Chang'an City, and there are many heavyweight players such as Jinshi and Juren among them.

The party who defended Fang Jun was naturally a member of the Imperial Academy.The people who spared no effort to smear Fang Jun were Changsun Jin, Changsun Dan, and Changsun Run who wore white cloths on their shoulders, as well as two capable generals Xiao Jingming and Xie Yuan Zhangwen.

The two main battlefields of Wufeng Tower and Chang'an Restaurant were fiercely fought, and finally, under the signal of the three elder brothers, a group of instigated literati destroyed Fang Yiai's previous powder wall inscriptions and cloth inscriptions one after another, attracting two families. The shopkeeper is about to make a shofar.

In addition to the noise in Chang'an City, nursery rhymes and rumors also flowed into the Zhuangyuan's mansion.

"Duke Ming, Madam, Duke Ming!" Fan Jin held a piece of rough-edged paper and repeatedly slapped on the door of the East Wing, his words and expressions were not in a hurry.

Fang Yiai had just picked up the wontons that Qin Jingniang had cooked, seeing Fan Jin in such a hurry, she couldn't help saying, "Come in."

"Minggong!" Fan Jin opened the door and walked into the wing room. Seeing Fang Yiai and Qin Jingniang sitting opposite each other and eating wontons, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and murmured: "Minggong, here is a piece of paper. Please read it quickly." Come."

"You read it." Fang Yiai muttered, thinking that the wine room was on fire or the eldest grandson's family came to make trouble, but she didn't expect that Fan Jin was in such a hurry just because of a piece of paper.

"My student" Fan Jin's cheeks flushed, seeing Fang Yiai leisurely eating wontons as if strolling in the courtyard, the old scholar hesitated a few times, and finally began to chant.

"Able to wield a pen and carry a gun. The murderous brother-in-law is greedy and not bully in the cell. Aunt. Mother."

At the end of the reading, Fan Jin felt more and more guilty. After he faltered and faltered through the nursery rhymes, Fang Yi'ai didn't change his face, and ate the wontons slowly.

"Ming Gong?"

"He Lang?"

Hearing the worried voices of Fan Jin and Qin Jingniang, Fang Yiai waved her hand with a smile, "How can the rumors in the market be taken as true? Master Fan has worked hard, go and have breakfast."

When Fan Jin mumbled out of the wing room, before Qin Jingniang could speak, the soup bowl in Fang Yi'ai's hand fell to the ground.

"What a traitor! It's clear that he wants to make this official a bad name forever!"

"Greedy is not enough, Aunt Ba is good. It really rhymes!"

"It's rare that they put in so much effort to make up such a rhyming nursery rhyme to frame this son-in-law. Their intentions are not bad!"

Fang Yiai didn't live in the house, and after a long time, he gradually stopped, stood by the window and looked at the blue sky, but what he saw was the sky full of dark clouds, and the "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" hidden in the dark clouds.

(End of this chapter)