fake prince

Chapter 306 I Believe In You

It was raining in the southwest, and the sea was relatively weak. After half an hour, another ship from Yan's merchant ship approached. The two ships collided, shook slightly, and then stabilized.

The person in charge came over cautiously on the merchant ship and went to find Su Ziji in person.

Qia Su Ziji had already cleared up the situation, he was staring at the sea in a daze from the bow, he had sensed it when the two boats approached, but he didn't turn his head, until he heard "Mr. Su", he turned around and looked.

"Master Su, I have something to discuss with you!"

The person in charge was probably used to smiling before speaking, so he subconsciously opened his mouth, but halfway through the smile, thinking of the situation, he really shouldn't have smiled, so he quickly restrained himself.

"But for the wood?" Su Ziji asked, not bothering to see his crying and laughing expression.

Just now, an empty merchant ship from Yan's family approached, and several crew members moved Shao Sisen's body away.

This time the person in charge came over, of course he had something else to do.

The person in charge nodded, turned slightly, pointed at the merchant ship, and said to Su Ziji: "The best quality of the wood transported back to the capital this time is nanmu. I have already taken some, which is enough to make the coffin."

After finishing speaking, he explained with a little anxiety: "Ordinarily, golden nanmu is the best for this coffin, but this time I went to the southwest, I really didn't find much golden nanmu, not enough to make coffins, only ordinary nanmu."

Seeing him, Su Ziji was a little apprehensive and fearful, and knew that he was not afraid that he would blame him, but that he might offend the imperial envoy if he failed to handle the matter.

"Panmu is very good." Su Ziji said: "According to the court rules, only those who have a noble or above the third rank can use golden nanmu. If you don't have it, you don't have it. It can't be used at all."

The wooden boards of golden nanmu have texture and are as hard as iron stone. It is said that they are made into coffins, put into corpses, and opened after several nights. The color does not change, and it can even be buried in the ground for thousands of years. It is easy to be old without rot, so the wooden coffins used by the emperor are all golden nanmu.

Not only coffins, but also thrones, screens, and beds are often made of this wood. In the fourth year of Jiachang in the previous dynasty, it was clearly recorded that "dispatch ministers to collect wood in five provinces, personally supervise Yunjing, and grant amnesty."

Although wealthy and daring households in the private sector, even some officials and gentry families, dared to use golden nanmu coffins to enshrine the deceased if the deceased did not reach the rank, but this is just because the people do not raise officials and do not investigate. Some people want to catch the dead , is one catch one quasi.

The person in charge said that just now, obviously this kind of situation is encountered a lot in normal times.

And when it comes to the emperor, not only must the military leaders be punished, but such arrogance among officials, I am afraid that they will also be caught.

Seeing that Su Ziji seemed to be reminding him, the principal's heart shuddered, as if he had realized something, he cupped his hands: "Thank you, Mr. Su, for your guidance!"

According to the system, the two discussed how to build the coffin, what requirements they had, and how to meet them.

Since no one in the Shao family is here, it is natural that Su Ziji, a friend, is in charge.

In the eyes of the deceased, changing the coffin after burialing is not good for the dead, nor good for the living.

Once it has been built for burial, it is not easy to change it, and Su Ziji doesn't want to go through all 99 steps, but saves trouble on the last step, so he naturally asks carefully and is not perfunctory.

Just as he was talking, Su Ziji felt the boat under his feet shake slightly.

Someone called his name in the distance, Su Ziji looked back and couldn't help being slightly surprised.

"Qian Zhidong?"

The person who called his name was actually Qian Zhidong.

Compared with the last meeting, although Qian Zhidong is wearing shackles now, his clothes look cleaner, so he should be treated according to the seventh rank.

The few armored soldiers who followed behind did not stop Qian Zhidong from greeting Su Ziji either.

Su Ziji thought to himself: "There is an enmity between Qian Zhidong and me. In terms of character, he is not a person who turns hostility into friendship with a small favor. He suddenly appeared and stopped him. Something must happen."

But whether to go there, Su Ziji was a little hesitant.

Seeing Su Ziji looking back, just standing there watching, Qian Zhidong couldn't help feeling a little anxious, just when he was thinking about whether to take the initiative to go over, Su Ziji finally moved and moved towards him.

As they approached, the two were relatively speechless.

Jia Bing saw that he seemed to have something to say, so he retreated a little, only watching from a distance.

Qian Zhidong hesitated again and again, staring at Su Ziji with a bit of despondency on his face, then turned around and looked at the sea in the distance.

Seagulls flew by, and their voices intersected with Qian Zhidong's.

"I've heard what you said. It's not easy to do this for a friend."

Su Ziji raised his eyebrows, and without saying a word, he heard Qian Zhidong continue to say: "I want to entrust you with something."

"It's actually asking for something from me." Su Ziji's first reaction was a little unbelievable.

Qian Zhidong didn't know about the prince's bloodline, but he still had a life-and-death enmity. Not to mention anything else, when Mu Sang asked to kill him, Cui Zhaoquan could still say it was for the sake of the overall situation, and he still hesitated. Dong obviously only wanted to vent his anger.

I have torn my face, in this case, do you still want to ask for help?
With such a thick skin, it's no wonder that he was once the commander of the Southwest Army, an extraordinary person, and an extraordinary shame.

Seeing that Su Ziji didn't speak, Qian Zhidong knew that he still remembered his grudge.

This point, Qian Zhidong had already expected, but he came this time, not only opened his mouth, but also came prepared.

"Don't worry." He said, "It will benefit you."

"I have thirteen houses in Beijing. Needless to say, the main house will be copied into the palace. The rest will be sold and put into the official treasury according to court rules. You can buy that small courtyard in Taohua Lane. It's not very eye-catching. "

"Presumably you also want to buy a house in Beijing. This will do multiple things."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Su Ziji heard the sound and knew the meaning, and immediately understood that there should be a mystery in this house.

But if he didn't agree, Qian Zhidong probably wouldn't say it.

Sure enough, when Su Ziji asked this question, Qian Zhidong smiled bitterly. He stared at the sea and said in a flat tone, "My life is over."

"It's just that when I first arrived in the southwest, the magistrate sent a woman. She was pregnant not long ago. I have secretly sent her back to Beijing. She is about to give birth now. You can send her some money when the time comes. It doesn't take much." , only a small part is allocated, enough for mother and child to live the rest of their lives."

Su Ziji didn't expect Qian Zhidong to hide this trick.

This is not difficult.

Because this woman has no status, and she is not in the official family, and she cannot be questioned about her crimes.

He really wanted revenge, but women, children and babies were not guilty, and he hadn't reached the point where he had to kill the grass.

Moreover, on the surface, Qian Zhidong was pulled down by two imperial envoys, and it had nothing to do with him.

At best, the two had some enmity when they were in the southwest, probably in Qian Zhidong's eyes, Su Ziji was a poor fellow like himself, and when he became a prisoner, it naturally disappeared.

At this time, there was no one to trust, so I took a gamble.

Su Ziji nodded: "I got it from you, at least [-]% will be given to your women and children, and I will never break my promise."

Seeing that Su Ziji agreed, Qian Zhidong breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxed, and he seemed to be ten years old in an instant: "That's good, I believe you."

(End of this chapter)