I know I was wrong

Yan Shirong had never met Xue Cuo since that day when Xue Cuo intercepted the Longyang Erotic Palace Atlas.Xue Cuo was busy, but he was ashamed, and because of the wind and cold, he had to lie on the couch to recuperate, and he had been confined in the mansion for half a decade.

He doesn't go out, but pays attention to the news of Hongliansi every day.Cheng Gui coaxed him, as long as you drink the medicine obediently, then I will tell you what Xue Cuo is doing.

This time Xue Cuo came back from the south of the Yangtze River and dismounted many ministers. The positions of Minister of War and Minister of Rites have changed hands.A little resentful, but in the bustling market at the gate of Hongliansi, everyone was caught and hung up and beaten.Xue Cuo stayed in Honglian to investigate cases every day, and he didn't even go back to his own home a few times.

Those in high positions impeached Xue Cuo again and again, but Xue Cuo was safe and sound, but the courtiers below were changing people one by one.Everyone said that Xue Cuo was ruthless and was eradicating dissidents.

But Yan Shirong knew that it was his elder brother who eradicated dissidents.

Xue Cuo is not afraid to be an enemy of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. Ever since he became the commander of the Honglian Division, he has been Yan Qing's sword, a sword that deters the government and the public.

On this day, Yan Shirong heard from Chenggui that Xue Cuo had returned to the princess' mansion, so he built a ladder in the yard, climbed up the tree, climbed over the wall with ease, and went to the eldest princess' mansion.

In the past, he always used this method when he came to visit Xue Cuo, and the servants of the princess's mansion just pretended not to know, turned a blind eye and let him do whatever he wanted.

He crossed the courtyard, and when he walked to Xue Cuo's courtyard, he heard someone talking in the room. It was really an unfortunate coincidence that Xue Cuo was entertaining guests.

— still a female guest.

The door of the house is half closed, and the spun yarn on the curtain seems to be floating around, giving birth to a hint of charm for no reason.

When Yan Shirong heard the female guest's voice, he felt a little familiar.

After all, it was Xue Cuo's secret, Yan Shirong was not qualified to intervene, when he turned around to leave, he suddenly heard crying inside.The woman's voice was delicate and soft: "Xue Cuo, you are so cruel!"

Yan Shirong's heart seemed to be pulled by the voice, and her steps froze immediately.

The man continued: "Can't you plead for my father on the basis of our past friendship?"

She called softly: "Zangyu...help me, please."

Yan Shirong recognized the voice.

——This is Jiang Yue, Concubine Hui of the current dynasty.

Xue Cuo went back to the south of the Yangtze River and pulled many people, including Concubine Hui's father.The harem is not very clean, Concubine Hui and Concubine Shu compete for favor, Concubine Hui's mother's family loses power, Concubine Shu only cares about skyrocketing.

Who doesn't know that Commander Xue is stern and selfless, that Concubine Xiang Hui and Xue Cuo still have such a relationship that can plead for mercy.

That's right, Yan Shirong saw Concubine Hui several times at the palace banquet, and asked himself, she is beautiful.Concubine Hui is good at dancing, flying in the sky with a bun, fluttering like a fairy, a green dress like a move like a willow, a slender jade neck, and a slender waist, passing everyone's eyes like leaves and gauze, just a few ordinary circles, Then she became a dazzling and dazzling woman in the Great Wei Palace.

She deserves to take that man's heart away.Yan Shirong thought so.

Now that the pear blossoms are raining, I think that You Lian must be more beautiful, and a hook is enough to make the people inside be fascinated by her.Yan Shirong laughed at himself and climbed up the tree.

The servant at the bottom asked in a low voice: "Why did the prince leave as soon as he came?"

Yan Shirong hugged the tree's neck, climbed onto the green tiles of his house, jumped over, and said softly: "Don't tell him I've been here."

The boy nodded half-understanding: "Okay."

Yan Shirong stepped on the ladder to go back the same way, clapped his hands, his white satin was covered with dust.He felt a little embarrassed, and the ashes on his body seemed to be unable to be wiped clean.Thinking of the "Tibetan jade" sound just now, he felt that his trip was extremely embarrassing.

It was even more embarrassing than being arrested and returned to Honglian Division on Jianchun Street in the past.

People call Cangyu, but he wants to call Brother Cangyu.There are two more words, but it means something else.

Recalling the time when they met at the door, he asked Xue Cuo if he had someone he liked, and Xue Cuo said yes, and he would tell him when he came back from the battlefield.

It happened that Jiang Yue married into the prince's mansion that year, and when she came back, Xue Cuo never mentioned it again.

Thinking about it now, Xue Cuo originally liked Jiang Yue.

Yan Shirong couldn't smile, and didn't want to think about it anymore, so she asked Yicui to secretly get two jugs of wine, and drank it with a plate of peanuts behind Chenggui's back.

If Chenggui was here, he would definitely be nagging him.

But Yan Shirong felt that he was so restless and uncomfortable.People say that getting drunk solves Fang's worries, but he feels that the more drunk he is, the more deeply the person's voice and appearance are imprinted in his heart, including the tender "Tibetan jade" that lingers in his ears .

Suddenly seeing pigeons calling outside the window, Yan Shirong took out the letter with a dignified expression, as if suddenly sober from the wine.

He hurriedly picked up a pen and wrote a few words, and tied the letter to the pigeon's leg.Cheng Gui rushed over in a panic, "My lord, the person who went to Xiangcheng called back, saying that the person has completely disappeared in Xiangcheng."

Yan Shirong patted the pigeon's head, released the pigeon, nodded silently, and said after a while, "I see."

Cheng Gui looked at Yan Shirong's expression a little wrongly, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Shirong pulled out an exaggerated smile: "I'm fine."

"You've been drinking."

The more Cheng Gui thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, he just thought that he was hit by the previous news.

Another dozen days passed, Yan Shirong was lying in the yard basking in the sun, not going out at anyone's call.Afraid that he would be bored, Cheng Gui picked up small newspapers and newspapers and read them to him one by one. Yan Shirong was bored and listened to him with nothing to do.Cheng Gui suddenly put away the tabloid, and whispered to Yan Shirong the gossip he had heard from other housekeepers: "I heard that a concubine in the palace has been thrown into limbo."

"——It's Concubine Hui." Cheng Gui said.

Yan Shirong was startled: "No one will protect her?"

Chenggui nodded: "No one dares to speak for Concubine Hui, after all, she is the daughter of a criminal minister..."

Xue Cuo's trip to the south of the Yangtze River was to investigate the assassination of the eunuch, and found that the eunuch had something to do with private salt dealers. After further investigation, the Ministry of War and Industry were also involved. He was furious and purged his party members. One switch.

The first to bear the brunt was the Jiang family.

Killing chickens to warn monkeys, Xue Cuo can't protect him.

But Yan Shirong can do it.

Today's Hong Liansi is as solemn and quiet as before. The little lotus masters greeted Yan Shirong with smiles when they saw Yan Shirong coming.

Yan Shirong asked, "Where are your commanders?"

"I'm here." Outside the door, against the light, Xue Cuo was dressed in black clothes, his expression was dim, "Why are you here?"

Yes, why is he here?

What did he say?

——May I help you?

Why is he?

Yan Shirong stood on the spot, rubbed his hands, curled his lips, secretly feeling that he was really impulsive today, and wanted to leave, but Xue Cuo grabbed his wrist.

"Have you eaten yet?" Xue Cuo asked.

Yan Shirong shook his head.

So Xue Cuo dragged Yan Shirong to his side, and walked out of the gate of Honglian Division together.

The two ate a bowl of wontons at the wonton stand at the gate of the palace.

Xue Cuo was sure that Yan Shirong was starving, so he took a spoon and drove most of the wontons in his own bowl into his bowl.Suddenly remembered that Yan Shirong didn't like green onions, so she patiently held the spoon and let him aside bit by bit.

Yan Shirong stirred the wonton soup and said, "The Jiang family has fallen."

Xue Cuo looked normal, "Yes."

Yan Shirong asked: "You don't want to protect Jiang's family?"

Xue Cuo said, "What does the Jiang family have to do with me?"

Yan Shirong ate the wonton sullenly, feeling that Xue Cuo was too thoughtful now, and he couldn't figure it out.

After thinking for a while, he insinuated and said, "Jiang Yue is pretty."

Xue Cuo glanced at Yan Shirong quietly, then patted him on the back suddenly, causing Yan Shirong to cough loudly: "What are you doing?"

Xue Cuo said coldly: "You are so bold now that you even coveted your imperial brother's woman?"

Yan Shirong: "???"

The two ate the wontons with their own thoughts, and after a while, when the wontons were finished, Xue Cuo said, "You will never dip into the muddy waters of the court."

Yan Shirong blinked, and suddenly asked him: "Is that case involving a lot?"

"Very wide."

"Then don't check?"

"Impossible." Xue Cuo didn't know what to think of, and snorted coldly: "I will drive them all to death."

Yan Shirong suddenly Xue Cuo's tone at this time was very similar to that of him when he was 17 years old - when he said that he would shovel up those dirty and stinky things.

Yan Shirong nodded, "I want to help you."

"Help me?" Xue Cuo looked at him.

"I will help you." Yan Shirong said firmly.

There was some emotion in Xue Cuo's eyes, and he turned his head: "I don't need it."

Yan Shirong, however, was like a stubborn child, ignoring Xue Cuo's refusal, insisting: "As long as it is what you want to do, I will help you."

Xue Cuo clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves, and his mouth was also tightly closed.

The wontons were so full that when Yan Shirong returned home, he couldn't even eat a piece of snow cake.

Cheng Guiguan's expression seemed to be much better than in the mansion, so he tentatively asked: "Princess Zhuo Lingchang's mansion sent someone to ask questions. The princess said that she will enter the palace tomorrow, and asked if you want to go together?"

Yan Shirong thought for a while: "Go."

The next day, they entered the palace with Zhuo Ling's car.

Seeing that Yan Shirong was out of his mind, Zhuo Ling thought that he had been caught by the censor recently, so he comforted him: "Relax, sister is here, those white beards won't do anything to you."

Yan Shirong said, "Thank you, sister."

Weicheng thought that it was not Yan Shirong who was interviewed today, but Zhuo Ling.

Yan Qing pointed to a stack of memorials and said to Zhuo Ling: "Take it, it's all about you raising a male favorite, I'm very upset after seeing it."

Yan Shirong secretly laughed, and was glared at by Zhuo Ling. He immediately understood and straightened his position: "Sister, why do they raise a male pet?"

Zhuo Ling nodded: "Yes!"

"And you," Yan Qing walked down the steps and looked at Yan Shirong: "Have you gotten too close to Zuo Zhengsi recently?"

Yan Shirong was startled.

Zhuo Ling helped him to play sloppy eyes: "Which handsome person is not close to Xiao Liu?"

Yan Shirong smiled and pushed Zhuo Ling: "That's it!"

Yan Qing looked at the pair of siblings and shook his head, Zhuo Ling couldn't make sense, so he said to Yan Shirong: "You are not too old, it's time to start a family and start a business."

Yan Shirong felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Yan Qing said: "Don't you have any girl you like?"

Yan Shirong said cheekily: "With my reputation, it's not a good thing for any girl to be my favorite."

Yan Qing thought about it, unexpectedly this kid was quite self-aware: "That's true."

Suddenly Yan Shirong patted her porcelain-white face and smiled shyly at Yan Qing: "If I really like her, then she is not a target of public criticism, being squeezed out by the girls around her day and night! If things go on like this, who can bear it! I It’s for them that I don’t provoke them.”

Yan Qing rubbed his head: "Get out of here—"

In the middle of Yan Shirong's arms, he left the hall happily, "Your younger brother will leave first."

Zhuo Ling is overwhelmed with joy.

Seeing Zhuo Ling laughing, Yan Qing felt a little dissatisfied: "Sister, I should pay more attention to Xiao Liu, he should find someone to take over his temper, do you have a suitable candidate?"

A dark shadow flashed in Zhuo Ling's mind, but she just pursed her lips and smiled, and opened her mouth to answer: "Not yet."

Yan Qing walked up the steps with a flick of his sleeves, holding the roster of beautiful girls on the case and carefully looked at it.

The author has something to say: Happy Qixi Festival, everyone

The time in the article is not so fast, it may take a few chapters for the little prince to celebrate the Qixi Festival [Wang Tian]