Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Half a month later, Da Jin had gradually recovered, and the branches in the palace were sprouting, trembling and trembling when blown by the breeze. At the early morning court meeting, there was finally a figure in a brocade robe with dragon pattern.

"My son pays homage to his father, long live long live long live!"

The emperor in bright yellow clothes sat at the head, and when he saw Nan Jingjin, who was half kneeling on the ground with a respectful expression, he couldn't help but pause slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

"It took half a month to return. Could it be that Jin'er met Bai Yichen and rushed back from the border before arriving at the border, and wanted to explain to me about the private deployment of troops?"

"Father emperor is wise, son minister is inferior."

Nan Jingjin nodded obediently when she heard the words, glanced at the other princes standing not far away from the corner of her eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and answered loudly when she heard the words.

"I was honest and honest, and I took the guards to the frontier every day. I was afraid that the time would be delayed and the major general would be wronged for no reason. Unexpectedly, when I was halfway, I met someone who came from the frontier. The major general, as well as the envoys sent by Otaki Xiaoyao King to see his father, these two people came here for the purpose of the major general's private voluntary soldiers. Huang Xuan and the two of them go to the palace."

As soon as the emperor raised his chin, the interest in the bottom of his eyes became more intense, but there was no color of blame: "Xuan."

The chief eunuch lowered his head and said yes, and immediately stepped forward to shake his fly whisk, and shouted in a sharp voice.

"Xuan Dalong's envoy, Major General Bai Yifan has an audience!"

"This time I can get out of the crisis so smoothly, I have to thank His Royal Highness."

After the court of the day, in front of the prison in Dali Temple, Jiang Luoyu, who was dressed in lavender, held the bone fan tightly in his hand. Before he could speak to His Highness the Ninth Prince who came with him, he heard a gentle voice behind him. He turned his head and glanced at Murong Ji, who had just entered the Imperial Academy with him this year, moved away slightly to let the two of them talk, and looked at the black figure that was gradually approaching here not far away.

"It's easy to talk about it, but it's just a matter of raising your hands, it's no big deal."

His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince came riding alone, leaning on the steed behind him carelessly, with a bright smile on his handsome face. Dare to underestimate.

"What's more, taking ten thousand steps back, Wan'er will become the main concubine of the palace after the national funeral, and Murong is a good friend of the palace. Anyone with eyes can see that this time it is Wu Ya's blatant frame-up. If this hall can't help, and see Murong and Bai being murdered, wouldn't it be really heartless?"

"His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince looks lazy, but he is actually very intelligent, and he knows many things well."

Seeing the man in Xuanyi approaching her, she whispered a few words to Nan Jingjin who was standing beside the white horse, Nan Jingjin raised her hand to Jiang Luoyu and Murong Ji with a smile, turned around, got on the horse and walked away , Jiang Luoyu stared at his back for a moment, and after turning around and getting into the carriage with the man in Xuanyi, he suddenly raised his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Now the four princes are doomed to have no heirs, and the Wu Ya family is facing a crisis of collapse. Concubine Xiao Qin has not had a prince in the palace for many years. Among the other princes, no one can compare with them in terms of their mother and concubine status, or their military achievements. Go to him, and he made friends with you again, and even married a woman from the Bai family, if he can become a great treasure in the future..."

When Murong Hao heard this, his pupils shrank slightly, and he pondered for a long time before speaking again.

"You want to support His Highness's ascension to the throne?"

"This is not something I said casually, but the trend of the times." Jiang Luoyu smiled, looking at the bone fan in her hand all the time, the words she uttered were very light, but they contained a lot of weight, "Don't you think so?" Would you rather support a prince whom you have never known, who may not be affectionate after assuming the throne, and who has no military merits, instead of supporting His Highness the Ninth Prince, who has fought side by side for many years and is even considered cousin-in-law with you?"

After saying this, he looked at Murong Hao's slightly hesitant expression, knowing that he was hesitating because Nan Jingjin himself had no ambition to fight for the throne, so he looked at Fang Cai who had also heard his words, but his eyes dropped deeply Murong Ji, who was thinking about it, opened and closed the bone fan in his hand.

"This time regarding the matter of cousin Yichen, although the people I sent did follow my instructions, they did catch a few people who saw the deputy general receiving Wu Ya's money, and acted as the deputy general to embezzle military expenses. The witnesses who slandered Yichen’s cousin. But you should also know in your heart that most of the evidence is just speculation. Although it is true, how much treasure did the general take and how did he use it to buy the Huns? , How to cooperate with those Huns, and how Wu Yashi got involved in it, we still don’t fully understand.”

Murong Ji is the person who knows this matter best, thinking of the Bai family and Murong family who have been cleared of their crimes, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "Could it be His Highness the Ninth Prince..."

As soon as the words fell, both Murong Hao and Murong Ji himself in the carriage were startled, and quickly glanced at each other, and Jiang Luoyu's voice sounded pleasantly in his ear: "According to my report, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince and Yi After Cousin Chen met with the envoy, he immediately produced an account book on the second day, so that not only personal evidence but also physical evidence, no matter whether the evidence is true or not, as long as His Majesty believes that the evidence is true, Yichen Cousin will be safe and sound."

Murong Hao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained his original composure, apparently he had made a decision at that moment: "So, we should thank Your Highness deeply."

"That's the case." Jiang Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously tightened the ten fingers that the two of them clasped. Just now, he looked at Murong Ji who was sitting beside him with a smile, and whispered as if he suddenly remembered something, "Say Wake up and it’s spring again, why don’t you make a post tomorrow and invite His Royal Highness and the noble sons who have been friends with us in the imperial capital to go out together in the countryside? Yihao also let the younger brother who has been bored in the mansion, and those noble sons who have never seen We will meet."

"That's fine." Murong Hao thought for a while, and then answered in a low voice, "During the national mourning period, no banquets are allowed, and an outing appointment is also a solution. I'll send someone to tell it immediately."

While several people in the carriage were talking in low voices, the carriage with the Murong family crest printed on it had already driven out of the palace wall, turned a corner and headed towards the inner city, just in time with another carriage with a phoenix pattern on it. Misplaced and passed by, and the carriage with the Wuya family emblem printed on it was extremely fast, and it stopped in front of the fourth prince's mansion in the outer city after a while. A man with the appearance of a housekeeper got off the car and walked into the corner gate. After going around for a long time, he stopped in front of a small door.

At this time, Wu Ya Le Ze, who was restraining his feet and not allowing anyone from the Wu Ya family to come to visit, was holding a cup of brewed scented tea and sipping it with his head down, until he stood in front of him with a strange expression and bribed the people in the house. The chief executive who sneaked in finished his report, and then put down the teacup in his hand with a bang, his voice was extremely indifferent.

"So, none of my father's schemes succeeded?"

The chief executive didn't dare to speak, he just lowered his head even lower, a little timidly afraid to look at the person in front of him.

I don't know how long it took before the person behind the pearl curtain sighed. There was some inexplicable color in his words, but he didn't seem very depressed.

Mourning and hatred, but more of an inexplicable sense of loss and helplessness.

"Since Mr. Annei appeared in the imperial capital, everything he did seems to have a gap, but in fact, the handle you thought was just something he deliberately wanted you to see. When you really grasp it If I hold on to this trick, if I want to threaten or harm him, this trick will definitely become a sharp weapon to hurt myself. I have reminded my father many times, but my father still insists on going his own way and refuses to listen to anyone's advice. Now it has reached this level... ... because of underestimating the enemy."

After saying this, he sighed deeply again as if he couldn't help it, but his eyes suddenly became sharper the next moment, and he looked straight at the big housekeeper outside the pearl curtain, and this time he added a bone-thin cruelty to his words: "But I always have some doubts about one thing, which is really strange... Others are fine, why is it not the Bai family, let alone the Murong family, but it is the Xiao family who has always been attached to the Wuya family, and Yiqiao sent the fourth prince His whereabouts have been revealed?"

Hearing this, the head steward subconsciously held his breath in panic. He has served Wu Yale for many years. He defended Young Master Xiao, hoping to clear himself from it.

"This... after this happened, Mr. Xiao also panicked. You were there at the time, my lord. You also know that Mr. Xiao is the only son of my aunt's family, and the only son of Duke Hu, who has always been pampered. I don’t know right from wrong, it’s not just a day or two that I’ve been so arrogant, I don’t know what stimulated him a few days ago, he was no longer afraid of you, so he ran into your mansion forcefully and found out..."

"The Lord Protector is thinking in his heart, the only son is not the so-called Young Master Xiao!"

Wu Yale listened to this with a blank face, and then sneered suddenly after a while, he already knew what the housekeeper was thinking, and he didn't want to get any useful words from him, and he didn't have any feelings for that young master Xiao in his heart. There is no doubt that he did something bad on purpose. He already knew that Mr. Xiao was probably used as a gun by someone, but at the moment it is not clear whether the members of the Xiao family used him as a gun, or someone else.

"Forget it, it's a done deal, it's useless to think too much, let's just think it's that trash who ruined my business on his own, and it's not that someone deliberately took advantage of that mindless trash, or that Mrs. Xiao simply—"

After talking to himself for a few words, he relaxed his expression a little, apparently he didn't want to talk about the matter just now, but his thin lips slowly tightened, and his eyes became indifferent: "How is father now?"

"Returning to the young master, the master has been looking ugly since he came down to court today. He suddenly fell ill this morning, and he has already given leave to His Majesty. He is still resting in Wuya Mansion. The imperial doctor has already gone to see him. At that time, the prescription was just prescribed, and it is estimated that the master has already taken the medicine and rested by this time."

When Wu Yale heard this, the corners of her tightly pursed lips did not move a bit, but her expression was a bit worried. After hearing that Wu Yatuo was fine, but his old illness had relapsed, his tone suddenly changed. The mood had obviously eased, which made the big housekeeper standing in front of the bead curtain a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to say anything, he could only listen respectfully with his head bowed.

"Father stayed on the snow-capped mountains for so many years just to prevent his illness from recurring. Now that he came down the mountain to work hard to help me, there were already many problems with his body. Now because Bai and Murong have cleaned themselves up, they have plotted against him. After being broken, he fell ill from anger, Wu Ya clan has no direct lineage in the court at this time, I am still under confinement, and the situation still has many disadvantages..."

Speaking of this, his words suddenly stopped, and he continued after a long time with tiredness: "Forget it, what do I tell you, you are just a housekeeper, and you can't help much."

The head steward lowered his head, and his expression became more respectful: "Yes, young master."

Wu Yale didn't turn his face to look at him. After hearing the news, he relaxed a lot. After a while, he lay on his back on the soft pillow behind his back, and his voice gradually lowered: "If you have nothing to do, go down, I'm a little tired. gone."

Hearing this, the butler rarely responded immediately, but raised his head slightly to look at the bead curtain, and reminded in a low voice: "Young master, before coming, the servant will also give you what the master ordered. coming."

"Tonic again?" Wu Yale didn't open her eyes when she heard the word "things", but raised her eyebrows unnoticed, "I don't want to drink, just take it."

Seeing that he didn't want to drink, bitterness flashed across the face of the head housekeeper, and his voice was lowered to persuade: "Master, this is what the master has always ordered to brew for you, and there is no difference in choosing the medicine in Wuya mansion. , you can drink it with confidence. You are the only heir under the lord's knee, and you are sitting in the palace with your little grandson, but you are grounded here. There is no one you can trust, let alone brew an anti-fetal medicine for you , besides, your body is not suitable for sitting in the palace at this time..."

"Okay, there are some things that you don't need to explain clearly, you and I know everything." Wu Yale seemed a little annoyed after hearing what he said, and she didn't want to drink after thinking about it for a while, but she still seemed to be taboo in the end. He raised his hand to signal the person outside the curtain to bring the medicine bowl over, "Bring it here."

Seeing that he was willing to drink the medicine, the butler immediately showed a smile on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to hand over the medicine bowl. When he took back the empty medicine bowl with both hands, he felt that his hand was slightly slippery, and subconsciously wiped it on the side of the bowl. , and found that there was a brown liquid left on the side of the bowl. Obviously, the medicine bowl was accidentally tipped over, and a little inconspicuous medicine stains dripped out, including some brown medicine residue.

Just as the butler was looking at the porcelain bowl suspiciously, Wu Yale's sleepy voice came from behind the curtain again: "The smell of the incense has faded, take some new floral dew to burn."

Hearing the order, the head butler didn't dare to neglect, immediately packed up the things he brought, bowed down and replied in a low voice: "Yes, young master."

When the heavy flower-carved door closed, Wu Yale closed his eyes, moved his fingers on the smooth silk, and just turned sideways to prepare for a peaceful sleep, but the aroma at the end of his nose became more and more intense, making people feel It was difficult to breathe, and he subconsciously moved towards the window. He thought it would be better, but the next moment he felt a little difficult to breathe, and a sharp pain also invaded at this time. He subconsciously wanted to shout, but found that I couldn't make a sound myself.

After an unknown amount of time, the inner room gradually smelled of blood. A slender hand stuck out from the bright yellow tent, tremblingly trying to grab the rattle hanging on the side of the tent, but when it reached halfway, it was powerless. It fell down, and there was no more movement.