A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

The prince entered the palace with six officials, and when he came out, there were only six officials left.

Everyone looked solemn and walked out of the Taiyang Palace in silence, and no one spoke. In this way, he walked through Yingtian Gate in silence, through the outer hall square, and about to walk out of the Vermilion Bird Gate, the Criminal Department Shangshu couldn't help but speak: "My colleagues, you say the emperor..."

"The emperor has his own reason for acting." Li En held his hands up and said: "Your Majesty is a fatherly heart. Seeing the assassination of His Royal Highness King Qi, how can you rest assured that the prince and princess live outside the palace?"

"Master Li is right." Hube Shangshu sighed: "Although the adult prince and princess live in the palace, they are not in line with the ancestral system, but the love of your son is even more moving."

The officials praised the emperor's love for the prince and princess. After leaving the Vermilion Bird Gate, they got on the carriages and parted ways.

Li En, Ming Jingzhou, and Zhou Rui got on the carriage of the Ministry of Rites, and the three looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces instantly collapsed.

"This time the matter is very involved. Your Majesty took all the princes and princesses into the palace, fearing that the anger was extremely high." Li En sighed: "Although the six officials often quarrel due to political disagreement, if they are involved in the plot of the royal blood. , That would be troublesome."

"What are the causes, what are the results." Ming Jingzhou calmly leaned on the carriage: "You don't need to think too much."

"Oh." Li En sighed. He was an official in the same dynasty for many years. Even if he looked at the small wild flowers on the roadside for more than ten years, he would feel a little emotional, let alone a big living person.

"Stop." Zhou Rui saw the colored thread sold in the shop next to him, and smiled embarrassedly: "The two adults wait for me for a while, I will go to the shop to buy some colored thread for Zhuo Jing."

"Brother Zhou, please feel free." Ming Jingzhou helped Zhou Rui lift the curtain. After Zhou Rui got out of the car, he looked at Li En: "Why do adults help King Chen?"

Li En smiled: "Do you know what I saw in His Royal Highness Chen Wang?"

Ming Jingzhou was silent.

Li En didn't care about Ming Jingzhou's answer. He gently stroked his beard: "I followed Wang Chen to inspect the Hongshuyuan that day, and in His Highness, I saw the heart of a young man."

Ming Jingzhou touched the book in the sleeve cage. It was the book he was going to hand over to King Chen, but he didn't have time to give it away.

"Emperor benevolence, before you become a good emperor, you must embrace pure humanity for everything in the world." Li En did not hide his purpose: "Twenty-five years ago, I saw this purity in Your Majesty. Unexpectedly, Twenty-five years later, I have seen this kind of precious humanity in the most infamous King Chen."

"My lord." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment: "It is your Majesty that we must be loyal."

"Of course we are loyal to your Majesty and to the people of the world." Li En lowered his eyelids and said in a flat tone: "The ability to assist the king in government affairs is what the Ministry of Rites wants to be achieved. We are just acting on orders."

"I thought the adults would appreciate His Royal Highness Qi more." Ming Jingzhou raised the curtains, listening to the cries from the streets, looking cozy.

"Those who use etiquette and system to restrain themselves, if the restraint disappears one day, no one knows what the result will become."

There is no lack of perfect young tyrants in history, praised by thousands of people, and exposed by nature after logging in to a high position.

"Those who have experienced vanity and are born with benevolence are God's gift to the people of the world."

Ming Jingzhou bowed his hands: "But I want to become Ming monarchs from generation to generation and protect the people of the world to live and work in peace and contentment."

"Two adults." Zhou Rui raised the curtain and climbed into the carriage: "Let the two wait a long time."

"Soon, it's just right." Li En stretched out his hand to help him.

Shen heard that the prince and princess had been taken into the palace at home, called Jiu Zhu, and told her everything that happened in the palace.

"Imperial power is touching." Shen patted the back of Jiuzhu's hand: "Jiuzhu, you must be more careful in the future."

"Your Majesty keeps all the princes and princesses in the palace, and even the people who are waiting around him are cleaned, but also to protect them." Jiuzhu drank the tonic soup that Shen had stewed for her: "Although this action broke the princes All the plans, but none of them knows what each other's plans are, so that they are all safe."

"Your Majesty's original intention, maybe it was just to protect them." Jiuzhu put the empty bowl on the table and said seriously: "It's great to live in the palace without worrying about eating and drinking, and not worrying about being calculated by others."

"Oh." Jiuzhu added: "If all the expenses of the prince and princess in the palace are taken away from your majesty's private treasury, you can save a lot of money."

Shen suddenly said: "You are right, maybe your majesty just wants to save their lives."

Although your majesty is an emperor, he is still a father.

In recent days, as soon as Ming Jingzhou returned home, he found that his daughter was very attentive to him, and asked him when he would enter the palace from time to time.

"Jiuzhu." Ming Jingzhou put down the tea cup. This is already the third cup of tea his daughter gave him. Although he couldn't bear to disappoint his daughter, he really couldn't drink it anymore: "Is there something you need me to help you? do?"

Jiuzhu was a little embarrassed: "There is indeed a small matter. If your father is going to the palace recently, please bring something for your daughter."

"For Wang Chen?" Ming Jingzhou suspected that the tea at home was broken, with a sour aftertaste.

"Well, it's a painting." Jiuzhu twisted the corners of her clothes: "My daughter has already agreed with your Royal Highness, so you can't let your Highness down."

"Painting?" Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment. Seeing her daughter's expression getting more and more restless, he asked in a weird tone: "Did you paint?"

"Yeah." Jiuzhu walked to the door, took the picture scroll from the vernal equinox, and walked back to Ming Jingzhou: "Mother said, the paintings of your daughter are like your father."

Has his... demeanor?

Ming Jingzhou silently held up the tea cup, perfectly concealing his embarrassment: "Your mother really said that?"

"Hmm." Jiuzhu nodded, opened the scroll, and looked at Ming Jingzhou expectantly: "Father, look at it, do you look like it?"

Ming Jingzhou looked at this painting called "Red Plums in the Snow" and the brushstrokes looked like dead branches in the desert. He unconsciously poured a sip of tea into his mouth: "Girl, your painting, your Highness hasn't seen it yet. Ever?"

"This is a surprise for His Royal Highness. Of course, I won't show it to him in advance." Jiuzhu looked at the painting and then at Ming Jingzhou: "Father, daughter's paintings, do you have your style?"

"Yes... it must be." Ming Jingzhou recalled the self-confidence and ignorance of his youth, and the strange feelings of guilt rose in his heart for his daughter.

Daughter Xiao's father is all his fault.

"Cough." With a dry cough, Ming Jingzhou smiled lovingly: "Daughter, do you think Chen Wang would like your paintings?"

"I will like it for sure." Jiuzhu put away the painting confidently: "The painting my daughter gave to His Royal Highness last time, His Royal Highness cherished it specially."

"I understand." Ming Jingzhou smiled and nodded: "Tomorrow afternoon for my father, I will enter the palace to meet with your Majesty. I will bring you the painting by the way."

"Thank you, father!" Jiuzhu hurriedly put the painting tube into Ming Jingzhou's hands: "You are the best dad in the world."

Ming Jingzhou sighed, her daughter's sweet lips were not like him, but she followed her mother.

The paintings he made back then were praised by his wife for being in the sky but not in the underground. It wasn't until their family was assigned to Frontier to sell his paintings, but no one bought them. Only then did he soberly understand his painting skills.

Alas, I don’t know how many new words the madam has pondered over those years, so that he can praise his paintings.

Looking down at the painting tube in his hand, Ming Jingzhou smiled: "The paintings of Jiuzhu in our house are rare in the world. Your Royal Highness must like it very much."

"Hiss." Wang Chen got up from the bed and let the **** wait on him to change clothes and wash: "It seems to be very cold today?"

"His Royal Highness, this is the new white fur garment from the palace, would you try?"

Wang Chen put on his clothes and leaned lazily on the chaise couch. In just two sticks of incense, he had changed several positions over and over.

Before, I had to go to the Ministry of Rites every morning to order a mao. Walking around here, there was a lot of things and annoying. Now I don’t have to worry about anything while lying in the palace. Why do I get bored again?

Ask the little **** to send himself a few scripts. After turning two pages, Wang Chen unconsciously began to wonder, if he was in the Ministry of Rites at this moment, he should start copying the books.

If it wasn't for entering the palace, Master Ming should prepare something new for him to copy.

"His Royal Highness?" The little **** stopped moving after seeing Wang Chen turned two pages, and asked anxiously, "How many copies will the slave change for you?"

"No." Wang Chen threw the script aside: "This king has no interest in these miscellaneous books."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the courtyard, walked across the courtyard gate to the large garden outside Zhang Sixth Palace, and saw King An and Jing holding small sticks in baskets and sprinkling millet under the baskets.

"It's winter, what are the two brothers doing?" Wang Chen walked past the basket, "accidentally" bumped into the basket: "Oh, I didn't mean it, brothers shouldn't blame me?"

He raised his head and looked at the chirping birds in the treetops. This king saved your lives, so why don't you fly farther?

The two princes looked at the stick that was kicked by Chen Wang and threw the rope with the small stick on the other end of their hands to the ground: "Fifth brother is laughing, how dare we blame you."

"Yeah." Wang Chen nodded his head in satisfaction, just not daring.

Wang An felt his fists were a bit hard, he turned his head and looked at Jing Wang, Jing Wang was looking at the sparrow flying through the air with regret.

"I don't know how the fourth brother is injured?" Wang Chen put his hand behind him, turned his head to look at the two brothers: "Second brother, third brother, have you seen it?"

"It's still early, so I don't dare to disturb the fourth brother." Wang An thought for a while, "Should we go and have a look together?"

"Okay." Wang Chen looked around, and easily folded a branch with two semi-yellow leaves on it, still lingering stubbornly on the branch.

"They are all my own brothers, and there is no need to pay attention to customary etiquette." Wang Chen shook the branches, trying to shake off the dust on them, but he accidentally shook off a leaf: "The courtesy is light and affectionate. This is in a vase. Have a special flavor."

An Wang Jing Wang was silent.

They suspect that Yun Duqing did not visit Yun Yanze, but wanted to send him away.

It's a pity that Wang Chen didn't realize their thoughts, and he really took a branch with only a yellow leaf and went to Yun Yanze's yard.

"The prince, the princess. His Royal Highness An, His Royal Highness Jing, Your Royal Highness Chen has come down."

Sun Caiyao put down the medicine bowl, wiped the corners of Qi Wang's mouth clean, and looked at Qi Wang, Qi Wang said softly: "Please, please."

"Your Majesty, your wound hasn't healed yet, and you lie down." Sun Caiyao stood up, "I'll meet some princes."

She raised the curtain and saw Wang Chen walking in with the other two princes. Looking at the Chen Wang wearing white fur, Sun Caiyao slightly lowered her eyelids: "Please, three princes."

"The fourth sister-in-law is polite." Wang Chen handed the branch to Sun Caiyao: "Pick this up for the fourth brother to decorate the house."

As soon as the branch reached Sun Caiyao, he saw the last lingering leaf, struggling in the wind for the last time, and lying on the ground in despair.

Wang An looked at the dead leaves on the ground, and then at the bare branches in Princess Qi's hands, hoping that Princess Qi could take the branches and draw them on Yun Duqing's face.

But Sun Caiyao, as the granddaughter of the grandson, could lose his stance in front of the other princes. Even if Wang Chen picked up a stone on the ground and sent it, she could accept it without changing her face: "Thank you, my fifth brother, I will definitely put it on the prince In the room, let the prince always appreciate it."

"Sister-in-law, please." Wang Chen walked into Wang Qi's room and pointed to the flask facing the bed: "I think this vase is not bad, you can put it in."

In Xiuwaihui, Sun Caiyao, who was gentle and watery, shook her hand holding the branch, "Okay."

When Sun Caiyao put the branches in the vase, Wang Chen nodded in satisfaction: "It's not bad." He turned to look at Wang Qi on the bed: "Fourth brother, don't you think so?"

King Qi looked at the flask and smiled: "It's fine if the fifth brother is happy."

Yun Duqing sent this dead branch to laugh at him for being injured?

From childhood to adulthood, his good five brothers relied on the pampering of his father and the emperor, and used this kind of tricks that were almost obvious.

"I am of course happy to see that the fourth brother likes the gift I brought." Yun Duqing sat down in the chair and looked at the pale-faced King Qi: "Is the fourth brother's injury better?"

"A lot better." Qi Wang said with a haggard smile: "Second and third brothers hurry up and take the seat. Please forgive your brother for being injured and can't give you a courtesy."

"Our own brother, you don't need to pay attention." Wang An observed Wang Qi's face: "The assassin who hurt you has been sentenced to be executed by your father, so you can heal your wounds at ease."

"Thank you brother for your concern." King Qi looked at the three of them and coughed slightly.

Is the master behind the scenes among them?

"The fourth brother suffered a trauma, why did he cough up?" Chen Wang summoned the eunuch: "Go to the hospital and ask for a doctor, and take a good pulse for the fourth brother."

He helped Wang Qi to press the quilt: "The body is skin-skinned, the parents of the recipients, four brothers must not be negligent."

pain.

King Qi's face paled instantly, and Yun Duqing, the bastard, pressed his wound.

Before long, Wang Huai also brought things to visit Wang Qi. He was a little more generous and brought a box of ginseng pills.

"How many brothers are there?" Wang Huai handed the ginseng pills to the **** and walked to the bedside: "Fourth brother, why didn't you even cover the quilt..."

"You don't need elder brother's help, younger brother will come by himself." Qi Wang looked at Wang Huai warily.

"Why are you polite with Big Brother?" Wang Huai bent down and pressed the quilt on Qi Wang's chest. Seeing Wang Qi's face instantly turned pale, he smiled guiltily: "Look at me, I forgot, my fourth brother was hurt on his chest. "

King Qi took a deep breath.

Yun Liuan, you son of a bitch!

Wang Huai retracted his hand and sat down beside Wang Chen.

Looking at Yun Yanze's expression, he was really hurt.

Who did this thing? Did he expect that the father would shut them all in the palace because of this?

At first, he suspected that it was the mischief of Yun Yanze's messenger, but today he heard from the palace that his father had sent someone to thoroughly investigate the Qi Palace and Zheng's family, and he knew that Yun Yanze could not have done this.

He is not so stupid.

He turned to look at Wang Chen, and Wang Chen raised his eyebrows to look at him.

It could not be Yun Duqing. He had the preference of his father. He didn't need to do anything, and he was better than the other brothers.

Is it King An and King Jing?

These two have always been mediocre and unremarkable, where did the courage to plan such a thing?

"It's rare for us five brothers to get together." Yun Duqing suddenly said, "It's cold today, why don't we cook and eat in a warm pot with the fourth brother?"

Wang Huai turned his head to look at Wang Qi on the bed. The injured person seemed to be unable to eat a warm pot?

"Fifth brother said well." Wang Huai laughed high-fiving, "Big Brother, then ask the next person to prepare."

Being locked in this little Zhang Sixth Palace, even unable to step out of the palace gate, life is really difficult, and I always find something to have early fun.

An hour later, King Qi smelled the scent of the warm pot all over the room, and looked at the four people sitting around the table with chopsticks flying and dancing. He wanted to pick up the pillows on the bed and smash them all out.

This bunch of dog stuff!

Filled with meat and rice, Wang Chen got up and put on white fur clothes and looked at Wang Qi on the bed with a smile: "It seems that with us as company, the fourth brother even looks ruddy a lot. In that case, fourth brother, we will come back tomorrow. you."

"Yes, fourth brother, don't worry." Wang Huai nodded: "We will visit you often before you recover from your injury."

Wang Qi looked at them without a smile, his eyes were trying to hide the turbulent killing intent.

"Then I would like to thank you brothers first." He regained a gentle smile: "It's all because I didn't see through the assassin's conspiracy, which made my father so worried. But that's good, everyone can finally live together like they did when they were young. Up."

Hearing this, the smile on Wang Huai's face suddenly disappeared.

Yes, if it weren't for Yun Yanze's assassination, they would not be locked up in the palace.

If you let him know which balao is doing this kind of stupid thing, he must be separated!

What happened in the Sixth Palace of Zhang quickly reached the ears of Emperor Longfeng. He didn't get angry and laughed and called Liu Zhongbao: "Du Qing likes to eat hot pots. You can ask Dianzhong to send some fresh ingredients to the kitchen of Zhangliu Gong. Especially the dishes he likes to eat on weekdays, must not be broken. "

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the old slaves have already ordered them." Liu Zhongbao bent over to help Emperor Longfeng to grind: "Your Majesty, the eunuchs and maids of the Prince's Mansion and the Princess's Mansion have all been imprisoned together. There are other servants and servants who are also restrained. In the mansion, Jin Wuwei is under strict supervision."

"Yeah." Seeing that Liu Zhongbao seemed to have something to say, Emperor Longfeng asked, "What else happened?"

"The slave servant heard that two servants of the maternal grandfather of His Royal Highness King Qi ran away with the master's jewelry. The Zheng family was searching around." Liu Zhongbao smiled: "Nowadays, many people in the capital are laughing at the Zheng family. I can't live with anyone."

"When did you lose it?"

"It seems to be last night?" Liu Zhongbao laughed: "The old slave just listened for nothing, but he didn't know what happened."

"You old fox." Emperor Longfeng laughed and put down his pen: "Come on, pass on the dragon guard."

The Dragon Guard, a royal guard who only listens to the emperor's orders, is highly skilled and does not take action easily.

"Retrieve the two subordinates lost by the Zheng family." Emperor Longfeng smiled coldly: "I also want to know what the subordinates who betrayed the Lord looked like."

After eating dinner in the morning, Zhou Xiao called out Jiuzhu.

"Sister Zhou." Jiuzhu glanced at Zhou Xiao who was panting, and stretched out her hand to hold her: "Why don't you let someone use a slider to lift you up?"

"No." Zhou Xiao panted and shook his head: "To ask for a safe talisman, you must walk to the statue of God on foot to be sincere."

"All right." Jiuzhu sighed helplessly, and could only drag her up step by step. Behind the two of them was a series of maid guards, who didn't look like going to the incense to pray for peace, but more like going to demolish the statue of God.

"Sister, there are really high monks in the wilderness here?" Zhou Shucheng looked at the Ming family girl, who was not flushed or panting, and was still dragging his sister along. He began to wonder if there was a problem with his physical strength. The man is even better than a girl who is less than sixteen or seventeen?

"Yes." Zhou Xiao nodded affirmatively: "I've heard people say that there are several eminent monks living in the temple on this mountain, and the peaceful charms they painted are particularly effective. I want to give my father and mother more... and By the way, I also ask Mingrokuro for one."

Maybe with the amulet, he won't fall to his leg again.

Zhou Shucheng: "..."

Is it a convenience to ask Ming Cunfu?

Obviously, it was for Ming Cunfu that he was tortured here.

Jiuzhu wanted to say something but stopped. She looked back at the distance from here to the foot of the mountain, and decided not to tell Sister Zhou that Fu Zhuan was a masterpiece of Taoism, and generally orthodox Buddhist cultivators did not draw peaceful talisman.

"Front!" Zhou Xiao pointed to the front: "I saw the temple! Sister, please pull me up."

Seeing Zhou Xiao's legs trembling and insisting on climbing up, Jiuzhu thought, if the sixth brother dared to do something that was sorry to Sister Zhou in the future, she would break his leg without having to do anything with Sister Zhou.

"Wait for me!" Zhou Shucheng put his hand on the young man's shoulder, panting like a cow: "You, you two little girls, go slower, can you save me some face!"

The little servants supported Zhou Shucheng with seven arms and legs, almost half-dragging, leading him to the gate of the temple.

The temple was more dilapidated than they thought, a broken bell hung on the tree, and the bell was covered with dust. The fallen leaves in front of the temple were lying on the ground in a mess, but there was no accumulation of leaves. It should have been too late to disturb today.

"Bodhisattva bless, don't blame the Bodhisattva." Zhou Shucheng said to the Buddha statue in the temple, and asked loudly, "Is there a master here?"

Seeing no one cared about himself, Zhou Shucheng gave Xiao Si a look.

"Master, I'll wait for the sincere tribute to the Buddha, and beg the master to show up to see you." The young man shouted, "We brought the sesame oil money!"

"Amitabha Buddha." A monk wearing an ancestral robes came out and saluted Jiuzhu and others: "Dear donors, please."

Seeing that the monk was tall and strong, Zhou Shucheng couldn't help asking, "Master, are you a monk?"

Monks shouldn't be able to draw charms, right?

"The donor laughed." The monk said the name of the Buddha: "Poor monks are self-sufficient in the temple. They grow vegetables, pick up water and clean every day, so they are naturally healthy."

"So that's the case." Zhou Shucheng suddenly realized, raising his foot and preparing to enter the door.

"Wait." Jiuzhu stopped Zhou Shucheng from entering the temple.

"Master is going out?"

"The poor monk is cultivating hard in the mountains, why go out?" The monk smiled at Jiuzhu: "The donor laughed."

"The master doesn't go out, why would he wear an ancestral robes?" Jiuzhu hid Zhou Xiao behind her: "People in Buddhism practice quietly and ascely. They don't pay attention to the world, and they illegally teach scriptures and other important occasions. They don't wear ancestral robes."

Zhou Xiao looked at Jiuzhu, and saw something awe-inspiring in her always sweet face.

Raising his hand to let the guards of the Zhou family and the Ming family surround the temple gates. After confirming that even the mosquitoes would not even have a chance to fly out, Jiuzhu said affirmatively: "You are not a real monk."