The Wang family of the Red Chamber has a wife

In the third prince's mansion, Tu Wenhuai looked worriedly at the sky outside the window, the clouds were rolling, the thunder was rumbling, and a downpour was about to come down.The candles in the room flickered gently, flickering, and there was an ethereal and mysterious feeling in the whole space.

"Your Highness, Young Master Biao is here!" The housekeeper raised his voice outside to report.

Tu Wenhuai turned around, closed the window casually, and the candlelight calmed down. He sat down at the desk, began to write and splash ink, feeling depressed and entangled in his heart: "Call him over!"

It took only half a cup of tea, but it was already raining heavily outside, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window eaves, crackling and crackling, which was really disturbing.Zhen Yiqi was wearing a coir raincoat and was holding an umbrella. Even so, when he walked through the courtyards and came to the door of the study, some muddy water was splashed on the hem of his clothes.Seeing that he was frowning, the housekeeper quickly brought him a clean robe and led him to the room next to the study to change, before Zhen Yiqi knocked on the closed door of the study.

"Why is the weather still here?" Tu Wenhuai put down the hair in his hand and stroked his forehead. The faint pain in his temples on both sides made him very tired: "Is there anything important?"

Zhen Yiqi found a chair by himself, carried it to the window and sat down: "This time I came here just to discuss with you. The emperor ordered my father and grandfather to come to Beijing immediately, and they are already on their way! After thinking about it, I also I couldn’t figure out the joint here—is there any news from the palace?”

Standing up in surprise, Tu Wenhuai frowned: "For no reason, how could my father let my grandfather and uncle come to the capital? As for the palace, you also know that the old woman Chen Guifei firmly holds the palace power , She has some old grievances with my mother and concubine. In the past few years, the old people left by my mother and concubine have either been transferred or released from the palace, and there are very few left; It is strict, and I have no reason to go to the harem, so I haven't received any useful secret reports for almost two months..." Speaking of this, Tu Wenhuai couldn't help feeling sad, if his mother and concubine were still there, why should he do this? So hard to plan and plan?

"Hey! It's a pity that my aunt has gone without knowing why, otherwise, why would it be here?" Zhen Yiqi naturally knew that the Zhen family's understanding of the emperor's thoughts was not as good as before, and he had come all the way to the situation and thoughts of the prince's cousin. He also knew it very well, stepped forward and patted Tu Wenhuai's shoulder: "Cousin, don't be melancholy, wait for the day to be crowned—whether Chen Guifei, the second prince, or those two little brats, I can only bow down at your feet!"

In the process of fighting for the throne, Tu Wenhuai never thought about the competitiveness between the fourth prince Tu Wenzhen and the fifth prince Tu Wenjing. In this point, it shows the gap between him and the deposed prince Tu Wenshen.

Tu Wen Huaifu sat down again, his eyes were full of ruthlessness and annoyance: "Hmph! Tu Wenfu can only go so far! If Concubine Chen Guifei hadn't gone to take off her hairpin to plead guilty, I'm afraid he is now the same as the deposed prince It's a pity to be imprisoned...but, a prince who kneeled in Fengxian Hall, how can he have the dignity to compete with me!" His left hand tightly gripped the chair The vividly carved pixiu pattern on the armrest flashed a trace of excitement and pride on his face.

Outside the window, the rain is like a waterfall, and there are lightning and thunder.

Day two.

"Brother, this little doll is really interesting!" Tu Wenjing was half lying on the bed, holding a white and fat porcelain doll in his arms and refused to let go. He looked at his elder brother sitting beside the bed with a smile: "Since you can make me and my elder brother according to the portrait, can you make me a mother concubine?"

Tu Wenyan looked at his younger brother acting like a baby in front of him with a smile. Hearing this, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then reached out to stroke the top of Tu Wenjing's hair, feeling relieved and sad: "What Jinger wants, brother will let people know tomorrow." Go find that old man Zhang and make one, okay? Concubine Mu will be very happy, Jinger has always kept Concubine Mu in her heart—"

Eye circles turned red quietly, Tu Wenjing put down the porcelain doll in his hand, and jumped on Tu Wenjing's body, buried his face in his arms and couldn't see his expression, but he could hear some grievance and choked up in his voice: "Brother, I had a dream yesterday, and my concubine talked to me and made me clothes, and then she disappeared..."

Feeling as if his heart was being torn apart, Tu Wenzhen hugged Tu Wenjing, his nose was slightly sore, and he patted him on the back lightly, both comforting him and comforting himself: "It's okay, Concubine Mu said that people have souls, so she must be reluctant to let Jing'er be sad, so she came to see Jing'er in her dreams; Jing'er, you must listen to your brother carefully, and don't let Concubine Mu worry about it!" In the brain The scene of his mother dying with a smile appeared in the movie, and his arms tightened even more.

"Um--"

The two brothers hugged each other quietly, like two wounded cubs comforting each other's wounds, and they were tender.

Tu Gaocheng stood outside the door and listened. After an unknown amount of time, when he heard An Fu's soft call, he came to his senses as if waking up from a dream: "Let's go, don't disturb them!"

Walking under the majestic palace walls, along the way, there may be patrolling Long Jinwei, or there are palace attendants coming and going. Tu Gaocheng seems to have not seen it at all. He just looked up at the clear sky. It also seems to be brighter, blue as if a gemstone.He was full of melancholy thinking about the laughing words of the beautiful woman in previous years, Tinger, back then Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was able to see Mrs. Li who was so late by using the technique of summoning souls, why did you still refuse to meet in my dream after four years? will it?

"Your Majesty, something happened to the Third Prince's Mansion!" An Fu hurried over behind him, and fell to his knees in a rare panic: "The matter is of great importance, Your Majesty, please move!"

Back at Chongxiao Palace, An Fu didn't dare to delay at all, and concisely reported all the situations that happened in the Third Prince's residence, until Tu Gaocheng was stunned and furious: "This evil beast! How could my Tu family come out?" Such a thing! Hurry! Hurry! Immediately close the Third Prince's Mansion, and order the imperial doctor to go and treat the concubine without delay!"

"Yes!" This matter was extraordinary, An Fu hurriedly agreed, and went out to make arrangements without mentioning it.

Tu Gaocheng slumped down on the wide dragon chair, slumping and closing his eyes in exhaustion, as if all the vitality in his body had been emptied in an instant.Is it really a problem with my own teaching?The eldest son committed treasonous crimes for the sake of love. Although the second son was filial in nature, he didn't have the shrewd strategy that he should have in the royal family. Now the third son almost strangled his own son to death because of a lowly and low-level actor!However, thinking about Tu Wenzhen and Tu Wenjing below, he seemed to get some comfort in his heart. Fortunately, these two children are good, otherwise, after a hundred years, how could he have the face to meet the emperor?

In the main courtyard of the Third Prince's Mansion, the mournful weeping was interrupted by a shrill scolding.

"You bastards—get out! Get out!" The gorgeously dressed young woman with disheveled hair looked like a crazy woman, picked up the Ru Kiln blue and white tangled peach bottle about a foot high, and rushed out the door The ground hit the ground, and the broken porcelain slag splashed around caused several screams.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the shallow bloodstains mixed with tears on the cheeks of several women kneeling in the yard, and they raised their heads with horror in their eyes. Makeup smudged with tears, like an evil ghost coming to the world: "Those who cried just now, shut up and drag them all out of the yard. Each slaps forty!"

Not waiting for the girls below to make a sound, there was already a rough woman taking out her handkerchief beside her, she could only hear struggling and whimpering, but in the blink of an eye, there was a crisp slap coming from outside the yard.

The young woman staggered slightly into the house, looked at the little child with weakly heaving chest under the embroidered curtain, tears rolled down, she knelt down beside the bed, holding his pale little hand, sobbing Weeping uncontrollably: "My son...my child..."

This person is none other than Ning Minzhi, the hostess of the Third Prince's Mansion and the concubine of Tu Wenhuai.

Ning Minzhi is the granddaughter of the Marquis of Pingyuan. She has been married to Tu Wenhuai for four years.Everyone said that she was blessed. She became pregnant within three months after entering the mansion, and gave birth to the eldest son, Tu Xiyin. Although there were many concubines in the mansion, there were no concubines and concubines.However, only she herself knows what life is like in the third prince's mansion.

"Master! Master!" Only the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door and a breathless call: "Your Majesty has sent the imperial doctor! It's already outside the small gate!"

When Ning heard the sound, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, almost ecstatic and touched her son's bloodless cheek with tears in her eyes: "My son, your grandfather loves you, so he sent someone to save you! Okay!" Child, wake up quickly! Mom can't...can't lose you..."

During the time of speaking, several old imperial doctors had already entered the room out of breath, and saw that the face of the little emperor's grandson on the bed had turned slightly blue.Immediately afterwards, Li Yuyi, the most senior among them, rummaged through the medicine box and found a white jade medicine bottle, carefully poured out a milky white pill and gave it to Tu Xixi, and then Twelve A gold needle fell down.

Seeing the changing expressions of the imperial doctors, Ning was supported by the personal maid who hurried in to report the news just now, and stared at their series of actions with wide eyes.Seeing the shining golden needle making a buzzing sound and shining light, Tu Xiyu was held down by several imperial doctors on the couch and couldn't move, she could only moan and whimper in pain, she felt her heart was broken.

The imperial doctors in this room were rushing to rescue the dying little emperor's grandson, while Tu Wenhuai on the other side was splashed on the head by a bucket of cold water, and finally woke up.

"Who are you? This is the prince's mansion, how dare you act wildly! Let go of the palace! Let go!" Tu Wenhuai struggled for a while under the ropes, but no matter whether it was his fierce eyes or angry eyes, Cursing didn't make the guards next to him in black show the slightest expression of emotion, they were as stiff as a few pieces of wood standing there.

A gloomy and familiar male voice rang through a door: "It seems that the third prince is not fully awake yet, continue!"

Hearing this voice, Tu Wenhuai was overjoyed at first, and then his face suddenly turned pale. Looking at the men in black who were silent but completely obeying the instructions, he was completely unable to dodge, wet The see through clothes are even more dripping and pooling under the chair to form a puddle of water.The discomfort caused by the water choking his nose and nose made Tu Wenhuai even worse. Thinking of the person standing outside the door, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the curse that was about to blurt out.

"It seems to be calm!" Tu Gaocheng listened to the sound of water droplets inside, and smiled indifferently: "In this case, open the door—bring Zhen Yiqi and give him sixty lashes! That actor dragged to this door! Fight to death!"

Tu Wenhuai was startled, and immediately, the tightly closed door of the study was slowly pushed open. The bright sunlight outside the room made him unable to see the scene clearly for a while. After his eyes got used to it, he saw Zhen Yiqi Junping and his favorite Junping were both gagged with white cloth and lying on the torture bench.

Blood splattered on the green plants in the courtyard, silently but shockingly, Tu Wenhuai looked at the scene in front of him, his canthus almost burst open, his cousin, who was as close as a brother, slowly disappeared under the cruel whipping Consciousness, fortunately, although the eighty lashes are hard to bear, it is not fatal to a healthy man in his middle age; and the charming boy who was twirling and courting in his arms last night gradually lost his breath, and finally closed his eyes. Eyes, lifeless.