Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

It was already evening when Xie Fan came out from Prince Rui's Mansion.

The golden crow in the west is like the pipa girl who still holds the pipa and half hides her face, hiding among the towering mountains, shyly and timidly tucking in the clouds, reluctantly restraining her own elegance.

On the roof, on the canopy of the trees, and even the golden light that penetrated from the unclosed doors and windows, they were all inspired, and walked away sadly with a step forward and three turns.

Xie Yan looked at the busy streets, people passing by had bright smiles on their faces, and they stopped to chat with acquaintances.

Xie Yan couldn't help but think of Jiang Jingyun who was far away in the northwest, and wondered if he ate well and slept well?

Certainly not.

Xie Yan sighed, once encountering a major event, Jiang Jingyun would keep spinning like a tireless machine, never knowing to stop.

For the fact that Jiang Jingyun made him dizzy and left, Xie Fan was angry and distressed.

The way he thought of at that time was to falsely stab Jiang Jingyun, and then enter the palace to assassinate Emperor Tai'an, so that he could take the affairs of the Northwest onto himself, with the purpose of seizing the throne.

Although this method is radical, it is the fastest and most effective method to clear Jiang Jingyun's charges.

Jiang Jingyun must have guessed the method he thought of, so instead of staying any longer, he chose to leave.

He knew that if he left, he would be doomed, but he left anyway.

Xie Fan recalled what Jiang Jingyun said before: "The Xuanhu Camp is my responsibility, my grandfather handed it over to me, and I can't let it go down in my hands."

Jiang Jingyun went back to take up his responsibilities, but he also sacrificed his life to pave the way for Xie Yan.

Thinking of this, Xie Yan raised a bitter smile on his lips, why can other lovers spend their lives with He Meimei and write good stories, why can't they have a moment of peace when they come here with him and Jiang Jingyun?

It's fun to talk about love with one's life.

After the Northwest issue is resolved, he must find a rope to tie himself to Jiang Jingyun so that he won't be thrown off.

Xie Yan made up his mind, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking behind him on the left.

Xie Fan paused, and continued to walk forward. When he reached the three-way intersection, the person behind him had nowhere to hide.He turned around suddenly, grabbed the man by his collar, and lifted him up. Before he could speak, the man hugged his arm and said tremblingly, "Is it His Royal Highness An who dare to ask?"

Xie Fan was stunned for a moment, this man looked about forty years old, his clothes were ragged, his face was as black as if he had been smeared with pot ashes.His eyebrows and eyes are straight, and he doesn't look like a cheater.

Xie Yan watched the man's breathing become more and more rapid, and realized that his hand was too strong, so he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and asked, "Are you here to find me?"

The man gasped heavily, seeing Xie Fan admitting it, his eyes turned red instantly, and he made a gesture to kneel down and kowtow to him, but fortunately, Xie Fan stopped him in time with his sharp eyesight and took him to an empty alley.

"Little Shen Lu has met His Highness." Shen Lu took a deep breath, straightened his back, and saluted Xie Fan respectfully.

"Shen Lu." Xie Fan murmured Shen Lu's name repeatedly, a white light flashed in his mind, "Are you the son of Shen Haifu, the steward of the Shen residence?"

Shen Lu didn't expect Xie Fan to know his own name, his throat was blocked, and he choked up and said: "Return to Your Highness, you are really young."

Since Shen Xiao's death, the clan members of the Shen family were like dogs who smelled shit. They tried their best to send Shen Qinghe to the prison and then thought about dividing up the property.

It took only three days for Shen Xiao and his wife to be buried in the ground, and the grave was dug up by tomb robbers, exposing the corpse to the wilderness, and letting the wild dogs eat it.The clan members who had finished dividing the property turned a deaf ear to it, and even more ignored it.He lived in Shen Xiao's house, and spent Shen Xiao's money to beat the old slave of the Shen family with a stick.

Shen Xiao once had the kindness of preaching to Jiang Jingyun, and when he learned that his teacher's body was still alive, the Shen family's family members were furious for doing this.Because those people are Shen Xiao's uncles and blood relatives.The law of Qingqiu stipulates that after a person dies, his parents, wife, children, brothers and sisters are away, and the property should be distributed by the clan relatives.

Shen Qinghe was sent to prison with excuses by them, and the property naturally fell into their hands.

Jiang Jingyun knew that it was impossible to get the money back, but he still got angry.At that time, the old prince was still there, and Jiang Jingyun hadn't been crowned or accepted a title yet.Some things are easier to do.

So, he brought dozens of family members to Shen's house, and said on the spot: "It is rumored that Mr. is dead. I really don't believe it. Three months ago, Mr. gave me an ancient book and promised to read it after I read it." Take it to drink in my most expensive restaurant."

"Now that I've finished reading the book, I said that my husband is gone. I don't believe it. I think he must have hidden it on purpose to hide from me. Today I brought some people here and searched for myself. You can do whatever you want Bar."

The clan members of the Shen family looked at each other, none of them dared to speak.Although Jiang Jingyun hadn't accepted the title at this time, he was still the young prince of Prince Jing's mansion, and the old prince was even more important.They are all white, so they can only hang around in their nests. When they really meet noble people, they are like cats and mice, and they don't dare to breathe.

What's more, Jiang Jingyun was holding Shuangxue in his hand at the moment, and the crackling and flickering silver light like fireworks made them jump in fear, but they still didn't dare to say anything.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jingyun waved his hand and asked Jia Jiangmen to search the Shen family thoroughly.

To find someone, you must go through every detail, so those precious antique jades and silks and satins were not kept.

A clan member looked at the fragments of antiques all over the place, felt pain in his heart, and couldn't help but said: "My lord, Caomin's nephew is really dead, and he was buried in the ancestral grave of his hometown in Youzhou. The burial is a fact for all to see."

Jiang Jingyun's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "I didn't see it."

The clan members were so frightened that their hearts thumped, and they tremblingly said: "The people outside know it, little prince."

"You mean you want me to ask the people?" Jiang Jingyun's voice suddenly turned cold again, "Do you know who I am?"

"Little prince!" The clan's complexion suddenly faded, his legs softened, he couldn't stand firmly, and fell to the ground with a plop, and several other clansmen also knelt down after seeing this.

"I've also heard the rumors outside, but hearing is believing, and seeing is believing." Jiang Jingyun said calmly, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm just looking for it."

Jiang Jingyun had already said this, and the clan members couldn't speak anymore, they stood aside with their heads huddled like quails, looking at the smashed antique jade with tears in their eyes.

In the end, no one could be found, so Jiang Jingyun apologized perfunctorily, and then asked where Shen Xiao and his wife were buried, and the clan members would lead the way there in person.

The clan members had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead Jiang Jingyun. As soon as they entered the cemetery, they saw the unprocessed bones of Shen Xiao and his wife.

Jiang Jingyun was furious and angered the clansmen, who were so frightened that they buried Shen Xiao and his wife in tears.

Jiang Jingyun said again: "It's not decent for such a large cemetery to be guarded by a tomb guard. Otherwise, let all the servants who served Mr. before come over to guard the cemetery. Mr. was served by them when he was alive, and he is free to do so when he dies." It is most suitable for them to guard."

The clan members were tired and scared, how dare they say no, they agreed again and again.

Since then, all the servants of the Shen family went to the cemetery to guard the tomb, and the money hidden by the clan members disappeared.They suspected that it was Jiang Jingyun's family generals who did it, but no one dared to speak out, after all, behind Jiang Jingyun was King Jing's mansion.Ever since, everyone suffered from this dumb loss.

Everyone thought that if they had no money, they could at least get some antiques as pawns, but those expensive antiques were all smashed, and the rest were not worth much at all.The clansmen's prosperous life disappeared within a few days.

For Shen Lu, Xie Yan actually didn't know him, after all, he was still in the civil society when the accident happened to the Shen family.But once, when he glanced casually in Jiang Jingyun's study, he saw a thick booklet, which recorded the names of Shen's servants and the monthly payment.

And Shen Lu is responsible for the monthly expenditure of the cemetery and the distribution of monthly silver for servants.

At that time, out of curiosity, he asked a lot about Shen Lu's identity, and Jiang Jingyun told the truth.

Back then, Prince Jing's family gave Shen Qinghe all the money they took from the Shen family, which was a huge sum.

Although Shen Qinghe was kicked out by the clansmen, according to common sense, Shen Qinghe was the son of Shen Xiao, and Shen Qinghe should pay for the tomb keeper.

But at that time, Shen Qinghe's condition was not very good, so Jiang Jingyun took over the burden for him and asked someone to send Shen Lu silver taels every month.

Since then, more than ten years ago, it has never stopped.

The longer he gets along with Jiang Jingyun, the more Xie Yan is convinced by him, and the more he loves him.Jiang Jingyun has a cold face and a warm heart. Although he speaks meanly, he is never stingy when he can help.

"But do you need money?" Xie Fan looked at Shen Lu and asked, "Jing Wang's Mansion is in a bit of an embarrassing situation recently, and it's not suitable for contact with outsiders. Come with me to An Wang's Mansion, just tell me how much you want."

"No." Shen Lu shook his head, his eyes turned red, and tears rolled down his face, "The cemetery...is gone."

"What?!" Xie Fan looked at him in astonishment, frowning slightly, "The cemetery is gone? What do you mean?"

"It's true." Shen Lu wiped his tears with his sleeves, and sobbed, "Two months ago, the stone wall next to the cemetery suddenly collapsed, and the huge boulder fell sideways, killing all the graves in the cemetery. Suppressed. The little one took people to move the stones, but he didn’t want to attract thieves, who would take advantage of the chaos and loot all the valuables.”

"The coffin and the bones are all gone. The cemetery is in a mess. My father was so angry that he was bedridden. After a few days, he followed the master."

Speaking of this, Shen Lu bowed deeply to Xie Yan, and said: "I really had no choice but to go to Beijing to seek help. I heard that King Jing is not in the capital, so I can only find His Highness."

"Where's your son?" Xie Wen asked, "Where is he? Did he come with you?"

"Master?" Shen Lu was stunned, "Young master, I haven't seen you for many days."

Xie Yan's eyes changed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Forget it, follow me back home."

Xie Yan asked the accountant to pay Shen Lu 100 taels of silver, and picked a dozen generals to go to Youzhou with Shen Lu.

At night, Steward Wang placed the packed salutes for Xie Fan, and was about to leave with his sleeves in his hands, when Xie Fan, who had been lying in a daze by the window for a long time, suddenly said, "Uncle Wang."

Seeing Xie Fan's serious face, Steward Wang thought that he had something important to explain, and he put on a posture of listening attentively, but he didn't know that Xie Fan's next words completely defeated him.

"You're already old, why don't you start a family yet?"

"..."

Steward Wang subconsciously stroked his temple hair and the wrinkles around his eyes, and said sadly, "My lord, I have been visiting my relatives at my hometown during this time."

So, my lord, I am a man with a wife!It's just that my wife is not around!

Xie Fan turned a deaf ear and said to himself: "It was because I was thinking about other people's things..."

"On weekdays, you pretend to be nice to me, but are you really being nice to me, or are you thinking about my baby?"

Butler Wang was terrified when he heard that: "Wang... lord?"

Xie Yanyou didn't know it, and murmured: "I'm really stupid."

Steward Wang's heart beat like a drum, he only thought that Xie Fan was worried about Jiang Jingyun, so he could only pick good words to comfort him.

"Don't worry, my lord, everything will be fine."

"Those so-called good things now seem to be fake, but I still regard them as treasures."

"My lord is worrying too much. There will be room for things to turn around. Maybe it will turn around tomorrow?"

"fart!"

……

Ever since, the two masters and servants were at odds with each other, and they talked abruptly late at night.

In the end, Xie Yan couldn't bear it any longer, looked at Steward Wang sleepily, and said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, Uncle Wang is quite talkative. I wanted to let you rest earlier, but I didn't want to disturb your interest. But right now It's not early, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I won't talk with you, go back to the house and rest."

Steward Wang tried his best to restrain the twitching corners of his mouth, rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "...OK."

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: So here comes the question, where did Shen Qinghe go?Could it be that he went to visit the wild grave?

Shen Qinghe: ...I'm preparing for tomorrow's scene.