After being robbed by the prince of the enemy country

Chu Shao had a high fever that night, and he got better after being comatose for several days.

Huai Zhen took the fourth page written by Si Yun, and used the ink pen to cross out the places that he had brought Chu Shao to.

"Listen to books at the Huxin Pavilion."

After that day, King Yu tacitly allowed storytellers to move around, which was equivalent to lifting the ban on speech in the city. All kinds of miscellaneous books banned by Wei Yong were also circulated in the market again. Equivalent qualifications to participate in Zhongqin's imperial examination.

This move was greatly welcomed by the literati community.

By convention, after the surrender of the defeated country, it is usually banned from scientific research for three years. These three years are also a buffer period for the victorious country to carry out ideological aggression.

Huaizhen dared to lift this restriction because the reputation of Wei Yong, the old lord in Qizhou, stinks like overnight swill, and no sober-minded literati is willing to take the risk of literary prison against Zhongqin for such a foolish king. There are also a few stupid people who talk to Wei Yong, but unfortunately the articles they write are nonsense, and they can't even touch the threshold of the imperial examination.

Talented and elegant scholars also included private goods in their articles, but it was the Chu family who praised them, especially Chu Shao, followed by Chu Yun.

The Chu family has been confiscated and exiled. After Chu Yun went on a mission to the north, there has been no news for three years. His life and death are still unknown. Chu Shao... now his mind is full of thinking about being his own princess.

No threat at all.

Furthermore, as far as Yu Huaizhen was concerned, their praising Chu Shao didn't hurt his ears so much—as long as the battle of Raoyingu was stopped.

So let them be.

Huaizhen used a red pen to cross out the item "traveling on a painted boat". Since the common people knew that Chu Shao had sat on a painted boat in Chunshui Lake, thousands of people imitated it.

Qizhou is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so water transportation is naturally the most important.

The business on the waterway is no better than the market in the city. Once something happens, the goods will be flooded and destroyed, and the people and boats will be lost.

When Wei Yong was in power, there were countless cases of water bandits robbing and tearing up tickets, which caused the residents who lived on water to walk on thin ice. After the turmoil of the annihilation of the country, the business on the waterways completely stagnated.

If this group of robbers couldn't rob the cargo ship, they would target the painting boat on Chunshui Lake.As we all know, those who can afford to sit on a painting boat are rich businessmen and nobles. Sometimes, robbing a painting boat can be more profitable than robbing two cargo ships.

Half a year before Qin's army entered the city, two wealthy businessmen who were traveling on a painting boat in the city were murdered. One paid the money and was torn up, and the other refused to obey, but was beheaded directly. The next day, fishermen on the shore used fishing nets. Salvage it.

It's really appalling, but the government has never done anything, which shows that Nanqi has rotted to the root.

After the Qin army entered the city, they were ordered by Huaizhen to clear the waterways. Ten thousand regular troops attacked with heavy fists.It only took seven days to restore the peace of various waterways, and to eliminate the idea of ​​some people turning grass into bandits.

However, this group of people was skeptical, and there were even rumors that the Qin army colluded with the bandits to trick the people into killing them, so no one dared to take the risk.

Until King Yu personally took Chu Shao to play in Chunshui Lake for a long time without any guards, the rumors were immediately dispelled, ships gradually appeared on the water route, and the newly appointed shipping envoy dutifully escorted the ships, and it took less than half a month , the waterway business has obviously improved.

The confidants around Huaizhen didn't fully understand the reason why he kept Chu Shao by his side to take care of him, but now seeing Qizhou's decline, they finally recognized King Yu's good opinion.

With Chu Shao around, harvesting people's hearts is just like harvesting wheat, simple and neat.

In Qizhou, only by holding Chu Shao in his hands can Huaizhen be able to do what he is doing now.

Originally, he should have taken Chu Shao to the racecourse and the school yard, so as to show the might of the Qin army, and further use the majesty of the army to suppress the people of Qizhou, so that they would completely obey, so that they would not dare to rebel.

Thinking of this, Huaizhen turned his head and glanced at Chu Shao who was sleeping on the nearby bed.

His cheeks were reddish, his closed eyelashes were trembling in his sleep, he listened closer, his breathing was still short, he raised his hand to probe his forehead, the low fever had not completely subsided.

In just two months, Qizhou has been transformed from a dead city to a capital city with a lot of people and strict management, which is actually enough.

Huai Zhen tucked the quilt up for him, and decided to let him go temporarily so that he could recover from his illness.

The hand tucking the quilt was suddenly covered by a slightly cool palm, and Chu Shao actually grabbed Huai Zhen's wrist. He closed his eyes, and tears wet his eyelashes, sliding down from the end of his eyes.

"...mother..."

He was trapped in a dream, his brows were tightly furrowed, his voice was choked and painful.

Huai Zhen was startled, did he dream of his mother?

What scene did you dream about?

He remembered that Mrs. Anning Hou was forced to death in the harem by Wei Yong's favorite concubine.

Chu Shao didn't even see her for the last time.

Huai Zhen sighed softly, and murmured: "Chu Shao, you and I really... share the same disease."

He held Chu Shao's hand falsely, and couldn't bear to leave him alone to face a dream that might not be too good.

After the winter snow melts, the peach blossoms in early spring are in full bloom.

Chu Shao, who had recovered from his illness, stood on the high platform of the Nangong Palace. The warm spring breeze caressed his smooth forehead and sent a burst of fragrance along the way.

Chu Shao looked from afar, and his eyes passed over the same pavilions and pavilions, and fixed on a vibrant tender pink.

"Is there a peach grove there?"

He pointed there, and pulled the sleeve of King Yu who was standing with him.

Huai Zhen took a closer look and found that it was indeed a small clump of peach blossoms. It should be a peach tree planted in the courtyard of a certain minister's mansion.

Seeing that the area is not small, he also wonders which family is so leisurely and elegant.

Wen Yan at the side immediately answered the prince's doubts: "It's the Mansion of the Marquis of Anning."

Huaizhen was a little surprised: "The Hou Mansion is in ruins, but Taolin is still managed so well?"

"What?" Chu Shao leaned over and asked curiously, "What's down?"

"...nothing."

"I want to go there and have a look." Chu Shao said enthusiastically.

Huai Zhen stared, the cinnabar on Chu Shao's earlobe seemed to be a little lighter compared to winter.

When all the cinnabar is gone, he will think of everything. Although it has faded a bit, the outline is still clear and the color is bright.

Even if he took him to visit the old place of the Hou Mansion again, he would not think of anything.

Huai Zhen is also very interested in the place where Chu Shao grew up.

He agreed.

Anning Hou Mansion is located in the southwest of Nangong, in the most prosperous center of Qizhou City, and very close to the palace, it is truly "at the foot of the emperor".

Just from the geographical location of the Hou's mansion, Huaizhen can glimpse the glory and great favor of the Chu family in those days - the two Southern Emperors before Wei Yong still valued the Chu family very much.

The Chu family has been favored by the emperor for hundreds of years, so that the old Hou Ye is almost foolishly loyal to Wei Yong, a faint emperor, which indirectly led to the downfall of the entire Hou family.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Marquis Mansion, and Huai Zhen got out of the car first, and in his eyes was the wide-open main entrance, above which was the plaque of "Anning Marquis Mansion" bestowed by the Xiannan Emperor.

Standing under the jade-white stairs, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if what he was facing was not a ruined mansion, but an old man who stood tall in front of him despite his age but still majestic.

However, the most lively place at the gate of the Hou Mansion is the two exquisitely carved, mighty and lovely stone lions at the gate.

The white-haired old servant who knelt down to Chu Shao that day was still standing at the door, he was like a haggard tree who refused to fall down.

A plain white hand pushed aside the curtain on the carriage, and when Chu Shao stretched out his body to get out of the carriage, the "withered wood" suddenly gave birth to a bit of vitality. The small stool paved the way for Chu Shao to get off the car, and then raised his hand respectfully.

Chu Shao had no sense of fear for the old servant. He glanced at Huai Zhen, and saw that he had no intention of coming to help him, so he took the old servant's hand that was as dry as bark, and slowly got out of the carriage.

"Thank you," he said to the old servant.

The old servant's sunken eyes were full of tears, and he forced to suppress his sadness and joy: "Young Master, I am serious. My name is Song He, the river of the river."

Song He only knows the age of destiny, and with the turmoil of the Hou Mansion, the whole person is already old to the point of being as thin as wood bark, only a pair of eyes still have a little life, but the whites of his eyes are yellow. When he looked at each other, the vicissitudes of life rushed to his face, and some timid children would be scared to cry by him.

Chu Shao only felt that he was kind, and called him with a smile: "Uncle Song."

Tears filled Song He's eyes, and he hastily lowered his eyes, not daring to let Chu Shao see anything strange.

Chu Shao didn't think too much, when he stepped on the Yubai steps outside the Hou's mansion, he suddenly felt the joy of going home, and his steps became much lighter unconsciously.

He didn't need anyone to lead the way, he knew where Taolin was just relying on the instinct in his memory.

He pulled Huaizhen through several long corridors. Outside the corridors, there were endless rockery and rivers, and the grass and trees were flourishing, and he didn't even see a single withered leaf.

Inside, it doesn't look like a household that has been down for three years.

The peach grove is in the center of the courtyard, and the flower buds on the branches are in a hurry, as if they are eager to open for today's Chu Shao.

A gust of wind blew, and a few petals fell into Chu Shao's arms. Chu Shao lowered his head and picked off the peach blossoms one by one, looked up at Huai Zhen, and motioned for him to reach out.

Huaizhen didn't know why, so he stretched out his right hand, and seeing Chu Shao put the flowers in his palm, he said cheerfully, "I want to eat peach blossom porridge when I go back."

"..." Huaizhen laughed, "You can think of eating flowers when you admire them." She still gathered her palms and kept these delicate peach blossoms away.

Song He stood in the promenade not far away and watched this scene. He couldn't go forward, and he couldn't take the initiative to talk to Chu Shao. This was King Yu's order.

He remembered the original words of the eunuch who came to pass on the message: "Only when Chu Qingxu leaves the Chu family in Qizhou can the prince let him live well."

The implication is that if Chu Shao were to know his origin with the Anning Hou Mansion, Huaizhen would not treat the young master as kindly as before.

He didn't know what kind of illness the young master had, but he was so willing to stay by the side of the enemy who destroyed the country.

There must be something strange about it, but unfortunately, even if he sensed something was wrong, he was powerless to change the status quo, so he could only helplessly acquiesce.

Chu Shao is the only blood of the old Hou Ye, no matter what, he will protect the Chu family.

As long as Chu Shao can live, the dignity of the Chu family and Song He's own dignity seem to be less important.

Chu Shao had enough time to enjoy the fragrance in the peach grove, he didn't intend to leave like this, he took Huai Zhen by his hand, and wandered around the Hou Mansion.

Song He followed behind him step by step.

Chu Shao stopped in front of the Book Collection Pavilion, and Song He stepped forward and introduced: "This is the old master Hou's former study room. The two small wooden tables by the window were used by the two sons of Lord Hou to study when they were young. Lord Hou often personally Supervise the schoolwork of the two young masters."

Chu Shao then asked: "I only know that Lord Hou has passed away, what about the two young masters?"

Song He clearly sensed the invisible oppression of a line of sight above his head, so he could only answer against his conscience: "The two young masters...both died in battle."

"It's really full of loyalty." Chu Shao said with emotion.

Huaizhen said, "Let's look elsewhere."

He didn't intend to let Chu Shao enter this study, if he saw something he shouldn't read, it would be very troublesome to explain.

Chu Shao didn't think much about it, the Hou Mansion was so big and winding, it was like a maze, he felt he couldn't finish it in a day.

He dragged Huai Zhen around two more rockeries, and stepped into a quiet courtyard with sloping bamboo shadows.

Song He stepped forward and said, "This is the second son's... former residence."

Chu Shao had already stepped into the courtyard with one foot. Hearing that it was a residence, he thought that outsiders should not disturb him casually, so he took back the foot that had stepped out.

Song He hurriedly said: "Young master, if you want to go in and have a look, you can go in, no one has set foot here for a long time."

Chu Shao: "Are you really not going to offend?"

"No, you have a predestined relationship with this entire Marquis Mansion."

As soon as the words fell, a hand fell on Song He's shoulder like a mountain top, only to hear King Yu's voice coming from above his head: "I'm afraid the old housekeeper is confused."

This is a threatening reminder.

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from Song He's forehead, and he added: "The prince is also destined to be here."

Chu Shao originally wondered what fate he had with this place, but after hearing what the butler said, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Isn't everyone destined to be with the Hou Mansion?"

He stepped into this small courtyard, the sunlight shot through the bamboo leaves, and fell on the jade-white floor, spreading mottled broken gold. He stepped on the bamboo shadow, came to the house, pushed open the bamboo door, and a gust of wind swept Entering the inner room, the rice paper on the table rustled, the bamboo outside the window rustled in the wind, and the room that had been silent for a long time suddenly became lively, as if welcoming the return of the little master.

Huaizhen stepped into this house together, and saw that the furnishings in the house are exquisite, and there is a picture of "Cold Forest and Snow" hanging on the wall. With the empty mountain forest as the background, the brushstrokes are steep and vigorous, the ink is thick, and the whole painting is ethereal and profound. The charm is exquisite, and the sense of the vastness of the forest driven by frost and snow comes to the face.

If he hadn't caught a glimpse of Chu Qingxu's autograph in the corner, he would have thought it was the authentic work of the famous artist Xia Gui.

"Young Master copied this for fun when he was 16 years old." Song He did not know when he came to Huai Zhen's side, and Chu Shao had already entered the back room at this time, so he dared to say.

"16 years old?" Huai Zhen was slightly startled. Being able to copy the essence of paintings by famous artists at the age of 16 is truly an amazing talent. He sighed sincerely, "It's a pity that your second son's hand is used to hold a spear."

If Chu Shaowen was weaker, Huai Zhen wouldn't have to put a voodoo on him to make him bow his head and obey.

"The second son has been weak since he was a child. The old Hou Ye took him to the border for training. His original intention was to make him healthy, and then come back to start a stable career." Song He recalled, "I didn't expect that he just went to the border. After one year, he dared to go into battle and even cut off the head of the enemy's little boss, the old Hou Ye was taken aback."

Huai Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Whether it's piano, chess, calligraphy, painting or dancing with knives and guns, your second son is very talented, no wonder he is so difficult to deal with."

He thought a little bit carefully: "Why don't you give this painting to me." Take it back and hang it on the wall of his house, admiring it every day.

"..." Although Song He didn't want to give it away at all, how dare Song He say no?

Huaizhen personally removed the painting from the wall, carefully rolled it up, and put it in his sleeve pocket. The whole movement was smooth and smooth.

Song He thought in his heart: Even thieves are not so quick.

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