treacherous beauty

"Yes." Shangguan Quan's head was hooked by his voice, and he hurriedly backed out with staggering steps.

After he left, Xue Yong said to Jian Chengcong: "A group of killers raised by the Chen family have entered Beijing."

Once Wei Xuanlang returned to Beijing, it was time for the Chen family to cast their nets.

Jian Chengcong's heart tugged, and suddenly he punched the dragon couch, and there was a creaking sound under it. After a while, his voice sank: "Zhen, go sit in the study."

He put on his clothes but didn't leave: "Qingyan, did you know this would happen?"

Xue Yong lowered his eyes: "Yes."

It's been a long night.

The fragrance of ambergris from the imperial study room dissipated, and then dissipated again. Before five o'clock, Shangguan Quan walked in and said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Jing returned to the mansion on four o'clock. I heard that he was injured last night. In the past few days, he has been injured." Not coming into the palace."

He sent someone to deliver the best ointment in private, alas, Jing Zhen is also pitiful.

I'm afraid that I was chased and killed by countless people last night, so I had to go back with injuries all over my body.

Jian Chengcong hummed, got up and said, "Change clothes, go to court."

Shangguan Quan followed him to the apse, and the little eunuch who was sweeping saw deep lines on the jade cup that the emperor had used last night, so he hurriedly took it off and replaced it with a new one.

The emperor couldn't show his anger and emotion, he only liked to use brute force on the jade cup, he couldn't figure out how much strength it would take to crush the jade cup.

Sitting on the Hanyuan Hall, Jian Chengcong watched the group of ministers talking and laughing around Chen Ying, and couldn't help feeling his back. He coughed: "Ai Qing, do you have something to play?"

"I have reported all the matters that I have played to the prime minister." In an instant, all the ministers said in unison.

He had to listen to it day after day, but today he felt it was particularly harsh, and sullen eyes flew up: "Then let's go back."

All the ministers were startled, and a needle could be heard in the Hanyuan Hall at this moment: "Your Majesty, minister..."

They never saw the emperor angry.

"Your Majesty." Chen Ying raised her sleeves: "I have something to play."

Jian Chengcong stared at him: "What's the matter?"

Chen Yingdao: "He Yue, the servant of the Ministry of War, neglected his duty, and was ginsenged by someone. I have checked and found out that there is such a thing."

Jian Chengcong narrowed his eyes: "He Yue?"

In mid-September, the Ministry of Officials said that he was a virtuous and honest inspector, competent and shameless, and he committed a crime in the past three months. After thinking about it, it was nothing more than the position of Minister of the Ministry of War, and the Chen family was about to change hands.

He Yue is from the Wei family.

Jian Chengcong's eyes turned to Wei Xianzhi, and seeing him lowered his eyes, as if he had nothing to do with himself, he felt more and more disappointed.

He had originally hoped that the Chen and Wei families would always check and balance each other. Although the decline of the imperial power could not be reversed, at least his throne would be safe, and maybe he could survive until the day when the clouds were cleared.

Never thought that Wei Xianzhi was so afraid of Chen Ying.

"Exactly." Chen Ying replied, "I have already ordered someone to raid He Yue's house."

At the same time, even He Yue's family members were treated as slaves, and those who were disobedient should be killed!

Jian Chengcong said: "One He Yue, the Prime Minister will do as he sees fit, there is no need to return to me."

Since He Yue was an abandoned son of the Wei family, it was useless for him to fish it over, so he simply stopped worrying about it.

Chen Ying didn't expect him to be so happy, and remembered that the emperor's actions these days were not as usual, so she hesitated for a long time before saying: "Yes."

Jian Chengcong went to the Hall of Chenwei after retiring from the imperial court. Seeing Xue Yong fascinated by a game of chess that he had not finished playing yesterday, he said: "Wei Xian is indisputable for the position of Minister of the Ministry of War. I'm afraid it will fall into the hands of the Chen family."

Chen Ying's two legitimate sons, Chen Yang and Chen Huan, were more domineering than their father. Jian Chengcong had never dared to give them real jobs. If Wei Xianzhi shrank this time, the Chen family might get involved in the Ministry of War.

Perhaps at this moment the request for him to appoint Chen Yang as the Minister of the Ministry of War has already been placed on his imperial case.

Xiao Yong raised his eyes slightly, and dropped a black piece at the place where the black and white pieces were calmly facing each other, and the situation on the chessboard changed suddenly: "Look, Your Majesty, how did my chess fall?"

"Whoever holds the black closes the door and fights, and the white has to move." Otherwise, the whole game will be slaughtered.

"Your Majesty, don't you just want the white pieces to move?" Don't you just want the Wei family to play this game of chess?

As soon as Wei Xuanlangfu returned to Beijing, Chen Ying took He Yue, the servant of the Ministry of War, as a knife.

Jian Chengcong's eyes followed him and landed on the chessboard, holding a white piece between his fingers, thoughtful.

Xue Yong said: "How about His Majesty being here?"

Just now Jian Chengcong was on the seat of a sunspot that he had lifted before he came in.

Jian Chengcong said in a low voice: "You mean that I ordered Wei Xuanlang to be the servant of the Ministry of War?"

Xue Yongning looked at the chess game: "Your Majesty's white pieces can be attacked or defended here, very good."

There was a moment of silence.

"Qing Yan's chess skills are getting better and better." Jian Chengcong loosened his fingers, and the chess piece settled: "Wei Feiqing came back in time."

Xue Yong just smiled and said nothing.

In recent years, Jian Chengcong has become more and more dependent on Xue Yong.

A few days ago, when the news that Chen Ying was going to move He Yue came to the palace in secret, he was immediately worried. If the Chen family once got involved in the Ministry of War, the power would overwhelm the Wei family, Chen Ying would be the only one, and the Jian family would be in Zen. It was his turn now.

A group of veterans knelt at his feet and wailed, complaining that the Chen family was unfaithful, that the Daojian family was about to run out of luck, and all of them were helpless, only Xue Yong wrote three words in the palm of his hand inadvertently:

Wei Xuanlang.

As long as this person returns to Beijing, everything will be broken.

Jian Chengcong wandered around a few times, and bent down in front of Xue Yong: "If Wei Xuanlang knows that you and I set up a trap to lure him back, what should we do?"

The Chen family is a wolf, and the Wei family is a tiger, anyone can swallow him.

"If you don't make a risky move, the minister and His Majesty will have no chance to stand up again." Xue Yong said.

Since it's all about death, it's better to fight him before death. It's much better to die with hope than to wait for death in despair.

Jian Chengcong gave him a light hug: "Qingyan, you should leave the capital."

The Chen and Wei families will soon find out that something is wrong.

"No, if I stay in Beijing, even if there is no hope, I will drink the last glass of wine with Your Majesty."

Poison wine.

Jian Chengcong patted Xue Yong on the shoulder: "You are too persistent just like him."

Xue Yong immediately smiled lightly: "Master Jing will be able to enter the palace as a servant in a few days."

Seeing that Jian Chengcong didn't speak, he said again: "I want to resign from the official position and go back to live in the mansion, please give your majesty permission."

After catching him, Jian Chengcong asked, "Qingyan, what are you doing?"

No matter how bad it is in the palace, there are tens of thousands of imperial guards guarding it, which is better than living alone outside, so it is still not allowed to be killed.

"Your Majesty vacated your majesty's precious land to Mr. Jing." Xue Yong said, "Why, Your Majesty is reluctant to part with you?"

A trace of bitterness appeared on Jian Chengcong's face: "Qingyan."

"The minister is gone." Xue Yong stroked his palm a few times with his backhand, put on his fur clothes and withdrew.

"Doctor Xue Shang." The Shangguan who bumped in wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jian Chengcong: "Let him go."

For someone like Qingyan, being involved in the court's calculations day after day really defiled him.

On a snowy winter day, even the capital city is less lively. Most of the people on the street are people in a hurry, rushing on the street in this freezing ghostly weather.

The lanterns of Gongsun Old Store are very eye-catching. There is a row of red ones in the snow, with the words "Gongsun Old Store" written on them. , it is still warm as spring inside.

Entering the door is a sky-blue wall, separated by a bead curtain, Gongsun Feng, a young shopkeeper with a green shirt and wooden hairpin, is sitting in front of a mahogany desk, on which are some stationery items and a thick account book.

A little boy with the appearance of an apprentice sat across from him, dozing off in the warmth.

Suddenly a beautiful figure came in with the chill of snow, the little boy was startled, stood up immediately, and went to serve tea and water.

Gongsun Feng looked up and said, "Hey, rare guest, why did you get away today?"

Xue Yong looked at him with a smile: "I've resigned, I'm free, I'll come to your place for a drink."

Gongsun Feng closed the account book, looked at the cinnabar between his brows and said jokingly: "I said Xue Qingyan, why is this Shougong Sha still there after you have been a prostitute for so long?"

"Gongsun Yuebai." Xue Yong smiled, "Want to know?"

Gongsun Feng shook his head: "Pretend I didn't ask."

The little boy came over with the food and wine, and the two sat at a square table beside them. Gongsun Feng poured a glass of wine: "Are you going to enter the palace later?"

"No." Xue Yong's face was blushing: "Do you know where the Second Young Master Chen has been recently?"

Gongsun Feng moved his long finger holding the wine glass: "Zuo is just staying with those aristocratic princes, want to join in the fun?"

"Yeah." Xue Yong poured down a cup with his neck up: "Where?"

No matter how soft the wine is, this drinking method will choke people, Gongsun Feng snatched his cup: "Mo Ruge."

Xue Yong was drunk: "Thank you."

He picked up his cloak and left. It was snowing outside, and the sun was gradually dimming.

I haven't been back for a while, Xue's residence is deserted and deserted, and when the master came back, the servant Xue Jiu lit up charcoal fires and put them everywhere, sweeping and making beds, busy for a while.

"Xue Jiu, go buy some silks, satins and furnishings tomorrow. It doesn't matter how much money you spend, I just want the best quality." Xue Yong leaned on the water-colored couch with his black hair spread out: "Look for a few more servants, if you can literate."

Xue Jiu was stunned at first, and then wept with joy: "Young master, it's so kind..."

His son finally no longer needs to be detained in the palace as a prostitute, thanks to the blessings of the ancestors of the Xue family, the prodigal son finally turned around.

Moru Pavilion in the middle of Beijing is a good place to go. Xiaojiabiyu from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and plump rouge from northern Xinjiang are each high-profile, so princes and grandchildren, high-ranking officials and nobles frequently hang around, invite friends, have feasts every night, and have endless romance. Like a fairy.

"Come in the middle of the night, go at dawn, come like a spring dream for a while, go like the morning clouds without a place to find..."

"Second Master Chen." Qu'er got tired of listening, and someone at the table started talking: "Why did I hear that Mr. Xue, whom you miss, bought a lot of things to decorate Xue's house a few days ago, isn't it to recruit a son-in-law? "

The news of Xue Yong's resignation and leaving the palace spread throughout the capital within a few days, and people speculated that he would find a master sooner or later without the cover of his status as a senior doctor.

"Hahaha..." A group of people laughed unscrupulously: "Second Master Chen, go and try, don't be preempted by others."

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