The return of the late emperor

The sky will be bright.

Outside Changle Palace, Zhang San paced up and down holding his sleeves.

Thinking that Widower Sun hooked up with a little mute, he didn't ask anything, and let the pretender hurt his brother. He has been thinking about these things since he went back yesterday. He couldn't eat well, and he couldn't sleep soundly. He was thinking of going to Sun Widower to ask about it when it was dawn, but he was sneaked here by the steward of the palace. He got into trouble with people who shouldn't be messed with, but he thought again, such a dumb person, he wouldn't have anything to do with these noble people, after thinking about it, he just felt unlucky.

In winter nights, when the sky is not yet clear, it is the coldest. Except for Zhang San shivering outside the house, there are almost no passers-by, so he has been yelling and cursing in a low voice.

"Is it Master Zhang?"

A hand was suddenly put on Zhang San's shoulder, his joints were distinct, and he was as pale as jade. In the mist between day and night, and the cold tone, he looked extraordinarily sinister.

Zhang San was frightened all of a sudden, his legs softened, he turned his head tentatively along the hand on his shoulder, and after confirming that there was a person standing behind him, he immediately relaxed, opened his eyes and cursed: "Look, kid!" Clearly, if you don’t change your name or change your surname, it’s your Grandpa Zhang San, please don’t play tricks on me.” As soon as he stretched out his hand, he wanted to lift the bamboo hat that the visitor was wearing.

"Master Zhang, I entrusted Manager Zhu to find you. If I bother you, I have something to ask." Min Ke took off his bamboo hat and smiled slightly at Zhang San.

The steward in the palace is surnamed Zhu.

Hearing the word Zhu Guanshi, Zhang San immediately had a flattering smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "It's the little one who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai. Since you are the one introduced by the supervisor, you can do whatever you want the young one to do." Even though, in Jiangnan, if you want to find someone, find something, you should just look for a young one."

Ming Ke was silent for a while, as if he said to himself: "Well, I'm looking for someone, about twenty years old, with a bad temper, if someone offends him, he will pay back ten times, looks..." He thought of what he had given Ren Ming changed his face, and he didn't know how much of that person's face was left, so he didn't know how to describe it.

Zhang San wanted to listen to it again, but he didn't expect this person to stop talking, so he smiled shyly and said: "Master, why don't you continue talking, just talking about age and temperament, it's not easy to find, or you can look carefully." Tell me about your appearance?"

Ming Ke lowered his eyes, the letter came from Gu Xiaochao, which meant that this matter was not entrusted to Wuming Pavilion, if Wuming Pavilion could find someone, why would he come to the gangster leader of Jiangnan to inquire about the news, after thinking about it, He took out another token from his waist.

"Your Majesty has already passed the message to the lord. In the Jiangnan area, Master Zhang, you can find him at will. He has a good appearance and an imperial accent. He has nothing special about him except his bad temper. He came here five months ago. If you are looking for something similar, you can come to Huiying Inn to find me, although this matter should be low-key, but the prince gave you a token, I hope you can do it cheaply."

Zhang San hurriedly took the token, stroked it over and over again, and grinned from ear to ear, "With the prince's token, this young man will definitely find it." Show majesty.

As the sky was about to dawn, Min Ke looked at the halo that was about to appear in the sky, and said calmly, "Then I'll leave it to Master Zhang."

"What's the problem? That person is good-looking, and he is an outsider. If he lost his trace, he was probably tricked into the flower building. But I heard from the master that he has a bad temper. I think he will be tortured in the building." It's a lot of trouble." Zhang San stuffed the token into his pocket and said a few words.

With a flash of cold light, Zhang San put a dagger on his neck, "Don't tell me, sir, it's the little mouth stinky."

Min Ke said coldly: "You just need to find someone for me, the rest has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, yes, I don't dare anymore, you better take this... this." Zhang San withdrew his frozen hand from his pocket, and pointed to the dagger on his neck cautiously.

Min Ke withdrew his hand, stared at Zhang San indifferently for a while, and when he saw that the sweat on Zhang San's forehead was only dripping down, he suddenly laughed: "By the way, I forgot to tell Master Zhang, that person is My wife, when Master Zhang is looking for you, it’s better to behave properly, even if you really found someone in Hualou... You’d better pretend to be deaf, blind, and dumb, otherwise, I don’t mind helping you.”

Zhang San nodded vigorously, but hesitated to speak for a while.

Min Ke lightly wiped the dagger, put it back on his waist, flipped his hand with the bamboo hat, covered his face again, only showing a cold and hard chin, turned around, and walked towards the place where the morning light came.

……

Jiangnan Palace.

Fengwu Palace where the eldest grandson Qiyi lived.

Although this hall is not the original hall of the imperial capital, it is imitated everywhere, and Changsun Qiyi also spent a lot of thought in order to restore it as much as possible.

The charcoal fire in the silver basin was burning vigorously, and Changsun Qiyi knelt on the couch and concentrated on copying the scriptures.

The long follower quietly entered the hall, and approached Changsun Qiyi lightly, "Your Highness."

"Why are you still in this palace?" Changsun Qiyi put down the pen in her hand, closed the scriptures, frowned slightly, but did not turn her head to look at Chang Sui.

"Thank you His Highness for letting me go, but the mission is not completed, so I can't return to the imperial capital."

Changsun Qiyi sighed, "Then you are here to kill me?" He raised his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at Chang Sui, "I know you are not Jia Yi, Chang Sui, but I didn't expect you to be by Zhu Ce's side too. People, I thought that the late emperor wanted to find two people for Ren Ming who were not bound by any force, but after picking and choosing, he finally lost his sight."

The long follower bowed and saluted, "I don't think I can fool His Highness, Jiayi is the master of the slave."

Changsun Qiyi's thick eyelashes blinked, "Is that why Mr. Zhu asked you to kill me, or did your master prefer it?"

"Mr. Zhu's meaning has always been Master's meaning." Chang Sui lowered his eyes, and withdrew his hand holding the dagger at his waist, "I have thought about it, if His Highness had just come in just now, His Highness would have called for someone to come, and the servant would have done it, and then I repaid His Highness's favor of saving me by killing myself, but His Highness is so calm..."

"So what?" Changsun Qiyi glanced at Chang Sui indifferently, "Let you go, it's just because you got your name, I want you to go back, wait by Ren Ming's side for a long time, remind him that the late emperor is gone, How is he still alive?"

"Your Highness..." Chang Sui smiled wryly.

"Come on, kill me, and when you go back, tell me that the first emperor, Yuanjun, and the Changsun family knew about the family's misconduct for many years, so they are willing to die." Changsun Qiyi lowered her head, looked at the scriptures that had just been hand-copied, and added another sentence. : "If you are grateful for the grace of this palace for letting you go, then ask Mr. Zhu for me, after the rebellion, can you request to add a clothes tomb in the Mausoleum of King Jingdi? Since then, I have been with him for a long time, so why do I need these false names in the world."

Chang Sui froze on the spot, not knowing how to reply, after much deliberation, he finally couldn't help telling the truth, he leaned down and knocked on the ground: "Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty... His Majesty is still alive."