Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 499 Watching the Lotus and Appreciating the Lotus
In the flower pavilion of Zhuangyuan Mansion.

Seeing that Xiangcheng was in a state of confusion, Fang Yiai, who was at home at home, simply talked about Go with her.

Holding the white piece in hand, Fang Yiai murmured with a smile: "Yu'er, do you really want Fang Jun to hold the white piece first?"

"Fang Lang only cares about the child, but I don't want you to let me go." Xiangcheng took a sip of herbal tea, and his beautiful eyes glowed with charm again.

"Okay." Fang Yiai smiled wryly, and dropped the white piece in his hand, "Two steps in one step."

"Sanlu Ying Xiaofei."

After the heizi in Xiangcheng was unwilling to accept others, the two of them came and went, and they walked for more than a hundred years without knowing it.

"Oh, what a powerful encirclement strategy." Holding the orange, Fang Yiai looked at the sunspots on the chessboard that had already formed an encirclement situation, and secretly gasped, "Yu'er's chess skills are so proficient!"

Xiangcheng pushed aside a longan and said with a smile: "Officer, are you giving way to my servant?"

"No, no." Fang Yiai ate the citrus, shook his head and said, "Fang Jun's chess skills are limited to this, so let's bow down."

When talking with Changsun Tanshou earlier, Fang Yiai used everything to the extreme, and there was nothing else in his heart but one thought - to win the chess game.

But right now Xiangcheng's apricot eyes are full of anger, even though Fang Yiai intends to destroy flowers with her hands, her fingers are not in control.

"Speech." Xiangcheng spat softly, and said with a shy smile: "The official is clearly giving way to my family, and my family has watched the blood-vomiting spectrum no less than hundreds of times, today's chess move by the official."

"Very conservative, isn't it?" Fang Yiai picked up the white pieces on the chessboard, admitted defeat and said, "Facing Yu'er, Fang Jun just can't bear to win."

"My friend." Xiangcheng reached out to grab Fang Yi'ai's palm, looked at each other silently with pretty eyes, and said solemnly: "Officer, send the servant back to the princess mansion."

"No!" Fang Yiai let go of his palm, and the chess pieces made of white marble fell to the ground one after another. He stood up and said coldly, "It's good to stay in the Zhuangyuan's mansion! No one dares to come and make trouble!"

"But in this way, the reputation of officials may be tarnished." Xiangcheng sighed, his wonderful eyes were full of relief and emotion.

Fang Yiai looked at the fish pond with his hands behind his back, saw the breeze blowing the stalks, all kinds of fish swimming in the water, couldn't help feeling relieved, and murmured: "Princess, do you think Fang Jun is a person who cherishes fame?"

"Why not?" Xiangcheng stood up after him, picked up his own teacup, walked slowly to Fang Yiai's side, and said worriedly: "The official is the number one in the commoner's list who is famous in Beijing, and he is also the number one scholar in civil and military affairs. This reputation But it's the most important."

"Hmph!" Fang Yiai snorted softly, shook her head and said, "Fame? I'm a dude, how can my reputation be so good?"

"Fang Lang!" Seeing that Fang Yiai belittled himself, Xiangcheng felt a little displeased, and was about to speak out to persuade her, but Fang Yiai raised her hand and disrupted her thoughts.

"Yu'er, look." Fang Yiai pointed at Qinglian in the fish pond, and said with a light smile, "Fang Jun said a little poem, how about asking the princess to taste it?"

"Okay." Xiangcheng didn't know that Lang "Wen Chao Gong" possessed him, and said with a smile: "This is the first time Fang Lang has recited poems for the slave family."

"Out of the mud but not stained, clean ripples but not demon. You can only watch from a distance and not play with it."

After reciting the three lines of "Ai Lian Shuo", Fang Yiai stretched out his arms and gently embraced Xiangcheng, saying seriously: "Yu'er, don't belittle yourself in the future. You are Fang Jun's wife, at least in my heart. of."

"Fang Lang, don't you think I'm a slave?"

"My love for the princess has already been expressed in the poems." Fang Yiai kissed the beautiful woman's jade cheeks lightly, looked at the weeping willows by the pool, and murmured: "The mud will not be stained, and the ripples will not be evil."

"Yu'er is willing to drink amnesia medicinal wine for Fang Jun. If she can't take care of the princess for the rest of her life, Fang Jun will feel ashamed and restless!"

"Fang Lang, right now the officials have been encouraged by nursery rhymes, if they unite, I'm afraid."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already promised me that he will try his best to deal with this matter. Now that Long Live's royal conquest is in person, and the East Palace is the regent of the country, what else is Yu'er worried about?"

Just as the two embraced and admired the lotus and murmured, Fan Jin led the little yellow gate into the garden, stood under the flower pavilion, cupped his hands and said, "Duke Ming, His Royal Highness sent someone here."

"Huh?" Fang Yiai let go of Xiangcheng, turned around and looked down the pavilion, only to see Xiaohuangmen nodding his head in silence, and couldn't help feeling suspicious, "Could something have happened?"

"Elder-in-law, please come and drink tea." Fang Yiai greeted her with cupped hands, and after exchanging pleasantries, she went straight to the point, "What is your Highness the Crown Prince's order?"

"Fang Consort, Princess Xiangcheng." Xiao Huangmen bowed, then took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said anxiously: "The officials have gone to the imperial city to beat the Dengwen drum."

"Ah?" As soon as these words came out, Fang Yiai, Xiangcheng, and Fan Jin all gasped. All three of them had read "Tang Law" and naturally knew what "Dengwen Drum" represented.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, His Royal Highness has already suppressed this matter." Xiao Huangmen handed the paper to Fang Yiai with both hands, and whispered: "His Royal Highness ordered the servants to deliver this letter to the son-in-law. Right now, the officials are in the East Palace. Kneel and beg to see you, our family will leave first."

"Okay, Mr. Fan, hurry up and send it off." Fang Yi's love messenger went to Fan Jin, returned to his seat with the letter in his hand, and murmured: "Is this letter a disaster or a blessing?"

Xiangcheng Dai frowned, stretched out her jade fingers to caress the wind-blown hair between the temples, and said worryingly: "You can tell when Fang Lang takes it apart."

Fang Yiai nodded in response, tore open the letterhead and unfolded the rice paper to look at it carefully. After seeing the first two sentences, her hanging heart fell to the ground instantly.

"Although the wind and rain are violent, the tree is big and deep-rooted." Fang Yi Ai Lang laughed, "Haha, His Royal Highness really wants to help!"

"There are only these two lines in the letter?" Xiangcheng sat down slowly, holding a lamp and muttering.

"There are two more lines, I'll read them to Yu'er." Fang Yiai read out the last two lines without having time to read them carefully.

"Cakes are used early, but later they change."

As soon as these words came out, both Fang Yi'ai and Xiangcheng's cheeks turned red. How could Li Chengqian's pointing words at the banquet before have been hidden from Xiangcheng, whose mind is as close as a demon?Now seeing Li Chengqian urging again, Fang Yi felt extremely embarrassed in his heart, but Xiangcheng was also very disturbed.

"This... His Royal Highness, is he afraid that I will wrong my wife?" Fang Yiai glanced at the corner of the paper, and after seeing the words "burn after reading", she turned around and pinned the letter to her belt, and was about to go back to her room. incineration.

"If the Fang Lang has the heart, the slave family will depend on the officials." After whispering softly, the red cloud on Xiangcheng's cheeks became more colorful, extending along the icy muscles to both sides of the cloud temples.

"It's going to be long in the future, let's figure this out slowly." Fang Yiai hesitated, got up and said, "It's getting late, go back to the room and pack up, get ready for dinner."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai pretended to be calm and walked away with her hands behind her back, muttering as she walked, "Fang Jun, Fang Jun, you are such a reckless man! Why did you recite without even looking at it?"

"Could it be that Fang Lang is afraid of hurting my palace?" Sitting in the flower pavilion, Xiangcheng looked at the succulents in the fish pond and murmured fascinatedly: "My palace guards the palace to lose, but Fang Lang never dislikes it. I will live a better life in the future." Treat him wholeheartedly."

Back in the study, Fang Yiai immediately incinerated the letter, looked at the faint sparks in the copper basin, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is by no means as simple as a nursery rhyme. A single nursery rhyme can kill four birds with one stone and push me to the On the cusp of the storm, it seems that this person is either a genius or a celebrity!"

"Who could it be? Changsun Dan? Changsun Jin? Changsun Run? Xiao Jingming? Or Xie Yuan and Zhang Wen?"

No matter how Fang Yiai guessed, he would never have imagined that this nursery rhyme would come from Cen Mao, the supervisory censor.

After a night of silence, in the early morning of the next day, after a series of incidents continued to ferment, such as the sound of the Dengwen drum, the debate between the two parties in Wufenglou, and the public opinion in Chang'an City instantly showed a one-sided trend.

It is precisely because of the worsening rumors that Wu She and Wu Jianzhang possessed their upper bodies one after another, standing in the duty room and holding this chapter, all of them with pale faces, looking at Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, and they didn't have a good face.

In the minds of these Taoists, "If the son does not teach, it is the father's fault. If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy." It has penetrated into the bone marrow, and now the dissatisfaction with Fang Yi'ai has been vented on Fang and Du through himself.

"Hmph! I didn't expect such a dirty person to appear at the feet of the majestic Son of Heaven!"

"That's right, this person is still the number one scholar in the dynasty. Pooh, I really don't deserve it!"

"What is the top spot in the civilian list, the real dandy is the real one!"

"Our 38 officials have written the memorial together, and Fang Jun is just waiting to be interviewed."

Everyone said something to each other, and the people who said it were excited and spitting stars scattered, Fang Xuanling's face turned pale when he heard it, and he wished he could get out of the guard room immediately.

Just as Fang Xuanling was enduring bitterly, an octave-high voice sounded, which broke the current situation of a pool of muddy water in the duty room.

"The crown prince ordered: Xuan all ministers and workers go to the Chongjiao Hall to attend the court meeting!"

(End of this chapter)