Heaven is fearless

In the next day, Chu Mingfeng ordered someone to change the yard for Yan Wujiu and Fanxing. This time, the address was larger than the original one, and the facilities were more complete. Beautiful, but don't have a straight and upright charm.

Yan Wujiu asked the servant who led the way what was the difference between the two yards and why they had to change. The servant talked about him, and when he was in a hurry, he only said that it was the order of the princess, because he was afraid that the guests would not be used to living there.

Yan Wuzheng arrived at the new house, looked inside and out, and suddenly remembered a message that Chu Fengqiao inadvertently revealed to him by the lake: the people who lived in those yards by the lake were all the servants of Princess Nan'an, and This is where the guests live.

Yan Wuzheng thought about it for a while, and saw through Chu Mingfeng's thoughts, maybe she wanted to pretend to treat others with courtesy, so as to save him from feeling dissatisfied because of the name of being a pet servant.

...But even if she doesn't do that, what can the weak Yan Wujiu do?

Could it be that she really wants to play tricks?

Yan Wujiu suddenly remembered the expression on Chu Mingfeng's hesitant expression before leaving that night, and goose bumps rolled on his back.

In all fairness, although Princess Nan'an is over 30 years old, she was born unparalleled in glamor and was raised with gold and jade. She is no different from a young woman in her twenties. The number of head masters that Jiu had seen in Nianchun Pavilion were pretty good, but no matter what... Yan Wujiao didn't have the idea of ​​serving others with color!

He is still a child who has not reached the crown!

He doesn't want a daughter as old as him!

Yan Wujiu has been very vigilant since then, she can push back the invitation of Princess Nan'an as soon as she can, and deliberately find some reasonable reasons to prevent her from discovering her vigilance, so Fanxing saw that he fell into the lake one day and got hurt. One day I tripped over a tree root and hit my forehead, one day I was chased by a sparrow in the garden and pecked my butt, one day I was stung in the face by a passing wasp...

It was as if the mountains, rivers and rivers of the entire princess mansion were against him, and it was better for him to stay behind closed doors.

——But he still refuses to stay out behind closed doors, insisting on jumping up and down in the garden for fun.

Fanxing just took a look at those injuries, and he understood what he was thinking. These injuries were real. I don't know that it is impossible for Yan Wujiu to suffer these strange injuries, but Yan Wujiu wants to hide it from him, and Fanxing doesn't pretend to be smart to expose him, just like Yan Wujiu thought, just ignore everything with peace of mind The monk, only when he is playing too much.

Fanxing's response made Yan Wujiu heave a sigh of relief.

He is tossing himself like this outside, nothing else can be said, but he is afraid that Fanxing will worry about him. If Fanxing asks why he intentionally got hurt, what reason will he find to fool Fanxing?

Now that Fanxing saw him, he didn't ask anything. He only thought that Fanxing was hurt by his words that day, and he felt guilty and remorseful, but he also made up his mind and refused to explain, rather than let an innocent and transparent monk disturb him. It's better to be in these messy things.

Brahmacart just wants to be a holy monk who is clean on his lotus, since he keeps these filthy things far away from the sandalwood white lotus.

After half a month of trouble, even Chu Fengqiao heard Yan Wujiu's unlucky name. After being amazed, he found a gap and sneaked to the door, and marveled at his bandages: "It's amazing, I've been wearing it all my life." I have never seen a person walk in the mansion well and suffer so many injuries!"

Yan Wujiu was sitting in the middle of the yard leaning on a crutch — the crutch was given to him by the medical officer after he slipped and fell down the stairs yesterday and sprained his ankle. He rolled his eyes when he heard Chu Fengqiao's awe-filled tone : "How old are you, will you live your whole life?"

Chu Fengqiao was old-fashioned: "Although he was only born in the tens of years, the sun and the moon have been seen in books for hundreds of years."

Yan Wujiu twitched the corners of her mouth when she boasted that she choked on reading a lot, thinking that I have never seen such a brazen person, and I will immediately compare myself with her: "You know so much!"

"It's just that you know more than you!" The 11-year-old girl was not intimidated. She straightened her chest, put her hands on her waist, and spread her gorgeous cloak like the wings of a bird with its teeth and claws. Can you sing war songs? Can you dance big face dance?"

What is this all about?

Yan Wujiu hadn't even heard of the string of things in Chu Fengqie's mouth, and his expression was blank for a moment, then he heard the little girl proudly say: "...It's all my Nanjiang Dayi!"

——How can I, a Central Plains native, understand the characteristic culture of your southern Xinjiang!

The corners of Yan Wujiu's mouth twitched, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly asked: "Okay, you are better than me, but these are all fake, and they can't be eaten, the common people don't care if you know this."

Chu Fengqiao had an incredulous expression on his face: "How is it possible? The master said these are very important when he taught me!"

Yan Wuzheng fooled her seriously: "Your master is talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, let me ask you, do you know what kind of food you grow the most? How many times a year is it cooked? How much can you harvest once a year? How much food do you eat? What is the cheapest and easy-to-grow food? Why do we grow vegetables in some places, grain in some places, and flowers in some places?”

He heard many questions like a cannonball, this time it was Chu Fengqiao who had a dazed expression, she groaned for a while, and frowned: "...What does this have to do with me?"

Yan Wujiu continued to ask her: "You don't know anything, how will you manage your people in the future? Your people told you that it has rained a lot this year and the seeds are not easy to grow. Do you just say that this has nothing to do with you?" ?”

Chu Feng felt something was wrong when she heard it quietly, but she didn't know how to answer, so her face was flushed.

In fact, she wanted to learn these farming policies, but she should learn them when she is older. Yan Wujiu just saw that she was innocent and spoiled, and obviously didn't know anything about them, so he deliberately deceived her. As soon as I turn around, I will ask her about the folk customs of the market. It is good to be able to bluff her left and right.

Anyway, he didn't think there was any harm in trying his best to deceive a little girl. Her mother was still eyeing him, so shouldn't he find some good helpers?

Chu Fengqiao was stunned for a while by his question, and her momentum weakened, puffing her mouth to defend herself: "I just haven't learned these things... I still know a lot, you can ask me what is in the book. s things……"

Yan Wujiu pretended to be disdainful: "You don't even know about such a simple question, but you don't even know what's going on around you if you ask me what's in the book."

Chu Feng raised her eyebrows, her self-esteem surged, and she insisted on clearing herself of the accusation of being ignorant: "You ask, you ask! There is nothing big or small in the princess's mansion that I don't know! If I can't answer, I'll call you sister!"

Yan Wuzheng was so angry that he almost stood up: "Who wants you to call me sister?!"

Chu Fengqing realized later that these were not the companions who were playing with him, and instead of calling her sister if she lost, she could call her brother, and if there was anything wrong with calling her brother, just coax him.

The little girl's ever-changing expression settled into a satisfactory range, and she said generously: "If you don't call me sister, then call me brother."

Yan Wujiu had an intuition that she was thinking about something bad, but couldn't find any evidence, so he simply put it aside, and asked vaguely, "How many rooms are there in the princess' mansion?"

Chu Fengqiao opened her mouth full of confidence and was about to answer, but this question stunned her.

How many rooms does the princess mansion have? !Who knows!

It is estimated that only a few old stewards know about the entire mansion, not even the princess himself.

As soon as she was stunned, Yan Wujiu took advantage of the victory to pursue her: "How many sparrows are there in the princess' mansion? How many white geese? How old is the youngest white goose?"

Chu Feng's nose was sweating anxiously: "Can you ask something serious?!"

Yan Wujiu glanced at her, as if helpless: "Okay, okay, then tell me, who is the princess's favorite servant?"

Finally, there was one answer that she could answer, and Chu Fengqiao breathed a sigh of relief. Although some of her mother's privacy was involved, most of the people in the mansion knew about it, and it was nothing to say. Zhuang Xian!"

Yan Wujiu didn't care about the answer to the question at first, so she quickly answered: "Then what is the princess's favorite thing?"

This time Chu Feng quietly thought for a while, then replied hesitantly: "...a dagger?"

Yan Wujiu didn't care about what Chu Mingfeng really liked, and he didn't care if she hesitated when she heard her voice, and immediately asked: "Who is in charge of the defense of the princess mansion? What are the strengths and weaknesses of the day and night patrol deployment?"

Chu Fengqiao replied fluently: "It's General Guangge, she is good at guarding, and the princess's mansion is entrusted to her to guard, and she has never made a mistake. Weakness...weakness..."

She narrowed her eyes, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes: "Why are you asking this?"

Yan Wujiu's heart was full of alarm bells, and he sneered as if nothing had happened: "I just asked casually. Did you tell me that I can lead soldiers to fight here? If you can't tell me anything else, I'm worried that I will ask you again. Mother thing, you have to suspect that I want to be your father!"

Chu Feng hopped her feet angrily: "You want to be my father?! You're dreaming!"

She turned around and rushed out angrily. The servant was stopped by her outside the garden and did not hear the conversation between the two of them, but he heard the last sentence clearly. The group looked at each other for a while, and hurriedly followed the little princess's angrily pace , Someone immediately brought this matter to Chu Mingfeng's case.

After listening to the waiter's report, the beautiful woman showed a slight smile on her face, she didn't reprimand the young man for his rude words, instead she said something else: "Qiui has a good relationship with him?"

The waiter hesitated for a moment: "It seems...it seems to be a very pleasant conversation."

Chu Mingfeng frowned, and weighed it for a moment: "Add some more quiet homework, let her concentrate on studying, try to stop her, and don't let her go to see Yan Wuzheng."

The servant retreated, Chu Mingfeng turned to ask Ah Zhong: "The child has an accident every day, what's going on today?"

Ah Zhong shook his head, and a little inexplicable expression appeared on his face: "He twisted his foot and didn't go out today, but nothing happened, but... he choked on the soup."

Rao, the well-informed Princess Nan'an felt a little unbelievable when he heard it, and couldn't help but ask after thinking for a long time: "Is there really such an unlucky person in this world?"

Neither of them thought that Yan Wujiu did it on purpose, it was because Yan Wujiu had no reason to do so, how could a vulgar young man in the countryside, who was too happy to see the prosperity and wealth in his eyes, be wary?How could he make himself into such a miserable state with such a cruel hand?Part of the reason was that his acting skills were good that night, and he had completely fooled Chu Mingfeng.

The two pondered for a while, and they could only attribute it to the fact that Yan Wujiao was really so unlucky, Chu Mingfeng stood up: "Then I'll go and see him."

Ah Zhong frowned: "Your Highness is precious, why bother to see it in person, if you want to show your kindness, it will be fine if someone brings him here."

Chu Mingfeng changed into plain and slightly old clothes: "You also said it was a show of goodwill, since you want to show goodwill, then be thorough, what's the use of putting on airs like this."

Ah Zhong just mentioned it casually, and when the princess didn't accept it, he didn't say anything. He changed her into a gold and embroidered phoenix outer dress, and went to the guest yard together.

Halfway there, Chu Mingfeng suddenly asked: "I remember, he seems to have come with a monk? What is that monk's name? What is his background?"

Ah Chong frowned: "It's called Fanxing, the person who went there hasn't been found out yet, and the letter came back saying that he couldn't find the temple where the monk placed the order. No small temple has ever heard of such a person, maybe he came from some prostitution temple." Monk Ye, the people in the big monasteries are very strict, they went to Mount Tiantai, but they didn’t get any useful news, so they want to go to Hejian again.”

The Pure Land Zen in Hejian is recognized as the number one temple in the world in the Central Plains. It has lasted for hundreds of years, and the incense is at its peak. All monks with names and surnames must go there for a while, and it is normal to report at a later date.

Chu Mingfeng remembered the plain white black robe he saw that day: "It doesn't look like a wild monk..."

But soon, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It's a good thing if you are a wild monk. My good brother, is he still tossing about those hidden taxes in the fields recently?"

A Chong replied: "Officials in the Central Plains are used to concealing their fields and falsely reporting taxes. There is a lot of collusion between the countryside and the countryside. It is not easy to rectify it."

Chu Mingfeng said slowly: "...I suddenly thought, since he wants to punish officials for evading taxes, why doesn't he pay the monastery's land tax and head tax together?"

There has always been a rule that the land occupied by the temple is less taxed by one cent. This is also a promise made in the early years of the Shaowei Dynasty in order to gain the support of the monks. People who couldn't afford to raise their children sent their children to temples to become monks in order to reduce or exempt taxes, and some small temples even bought and sold monks' quotas for profit.

After Chuzhang ascended the throne, he used the tax law of the previous dynasty, and now he is still fighting wits with the private tax hidden by the officials. I don’t know if he didn’t notice the temple or he has to postpone the processing.

Ah Chong was a little puzzled: "What does Your Highness mean?"

Chu Mingfeng sketched a new strategy in his mind: "It's still early, let's go and see how Yan Wujiu gets along with that Brahman. This is a good move, and it will be effective only if it is placed at the key point."