The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

Pingjiang 11 years ago is no different from Pingjiang today, except that there was a rare heavy snowfall in Gusu that year.

Looking around at sunrise, the corners and branches of the eaves are covered with a layer of crystal clear ice, and the ground and bricks and tiles are covered with a thick layer of white snow.

This winter was so cold that even Ah Min, who was not very afraid of the cold, added a jacket over his single clothes.

"This is the jade pendant that your father gave you when you were full moon. You must hide it before you see your father. No matter who wants to see it, you can't give it to me." Yes, when you arrive in Shangjing, don't mention Ye Mansion, if they ask, you will say that your mother is dead."

Ah Min looked at the heavy snow outside the window. He had grown up so much, but he had never felt so cold before. The overwhelming chill seemed to overwhelm him. He lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Do you want me anymore?"

Jiang Fuliu squatted down and hugged him, his tone was too gentle, every time he exhaled with reluctance: "No, Ah Min, mother did not want you... You are a child of the royal family, Pingjiang is not you home."

"You don't need to find such a high-sounding reason," Ah Min snorted coldly, "You just want to be Ye Xiaozhou's mother——his mother finally died of illness, are you happy?"

"How can you miss your mother like this? Ah Min," Jiang Fuliu let go of him slightly, "The current Supreme Emperor is your biological father, and you are the Ninth Prince, the younger brother of the current Emperor, but if you refuse to admit it, So I can only stay in this Pingjiang Mansion forever, never having a bright future, do you understand?"

"I don't understand," Ah Min pushed Jiang Fuliu away, and smashed the jade pendant to the ground with his backhand, "I'm not some bullshit prince, I'm what they call a bastard!"

The jade pendant shattered in response, and broke into two uneven pieces on the ground.

Jiang Fuliu didn't expect him to be so angry, and he froze for a moment: "Ah Min..."

Only then did she realize Ah Min's resistance to the identity of the prince. At the time of the disaster, Ah Min was only five years old. After the mother and son went into exile in Yunxi Village, in order to protect Ah Min, she didn't even reveal a word from his biological father. For Ah Min, so even if those children jokingly called him a bastard, Jiang Fuliu never refuted it.

Ah Min looked at the heavy snow outside without saying a word, then squatted down and picked up the two scattered pieces of jade pendants that were broken on the ground, and walked to the door. Jiang Fuliu said that there was a carriage waiting for him at the back door of the palace.

"Amin..." Jiang Fuliu lowered his red eyes, and couldn't bear to look at Amin again, "Mother, I'm sorry, you must take good care of yourself when you arrive in Shangjing."

Ah Min didn't turn his head back, and secretly decided in his heart that after stepping out of this room, he would no longer have this mother.

He didn't even hold an umbrella, and the heavy snow covered him into a small and immature shadow in Ye's mansion. He didn't see anyone along the way until he passed the courtyard where Ye Xiaozhou lived.

It was snowing heavily that day, which cut off Ye Xiaozhou's desire to go out to play. He was locked in the yard by his slaves, jumping up and down boredly, and finally climbed up to the attic, looked out, and vaguely saw a man in the snow. little black spot.

As the black dot got closer, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly saw who he was, and he called out to Ah Min: "Hey, where are you going?"

Ah Min raised his head in the snow, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and Ye Xiaozhou in the warm pavilion turned into a white and warm shadow, and he only now realized how much he envied this person.

He was born to be favored, and he was obviously useless except for his face, but he was held in the hands of so many people, but he had to suffer from being displaced and dependent on others, and now even his only relative did not want him.

He walked on.

Ye Xiaozhou was still making noise in the Nuan Pavilion: "Hey! Ye Xiaomin, how dare you not answer my young master's words?"

"Hey—where are you going?"

Ah Min was almost step by step in this ice and snow field, but it didn't take long before he walked out of Ye Xiaozhou's sight. In the pavilion, there was only the anxious Ye Xiaozhou and the little house slave who came after hearing the sound.

It was not only Ye Xiaozhou who watched Ah Min's back go away, but also Jiang Fuliu who followed him all the way but didn't dare to approach him, she was afraid that once she stepped forward, she would be reluctant to let him go.

In my memory, the heavy snow turned white into the three-foot white silk in front of me. Jiang Fuliu stretched out her hand, caressed the white silk lightly, and then glanced down at the glass of poisonous wine beside her. He grabbed the white silk.

"Ah Min..." Jiang Fuliu looked at the snow-white long silk and suddenly sighed, "Mother... should have gone with you at that time."

Then without any hesitation, she hung the white silk on the beam of the house, and when she was about to commit suicide, the eunuch who was waiting to collect the body said, "Wait a minute."

Jiang Fuliu paused.

"A nobleman told you that the Holy Majesty will give you a three-foot white silk, and he will give you a cup of poisoned wine. It would be unseemly to hang yourself, but it would be better to clean yourself with a cup of poisoned wine." The eunuch bowed his head and said, "The nobleman said, This cup of poisonous wine will be considered as repaying your kindness of birth."

Jiang Fuliu's frail and slender body trembled suddenly, drank the poisonous wine, bled to death from seven orifices, how could he go cleaner than hanging on the white silk?

"He hates me so much..." Jiang Fuliu murmured to himself, and two lines of tears fell down his back cheeks, "Forget it, I just obey him."

In the huge Ye Mansion, all the domestic slaves were dismissed, leaving only a woman in white plain clothes and a rather tall eunuch. The woman picked up the wine cup on the tray and drank it down .

After a while, she was broken like a weak willow branch in the cold and deserted hall.

Then the eunuch who was standing by the side with a blank expression, suddenly tore off the mask covering his face that could be mistaken for the real one, revealing a rather handsome face, and bowed his hands to Jiang Fuliu who was lying on the ground.

"Congratulations to Concubine Jiang."

Three days later, in Shangjing City, in Prince Ning's Mansion.

Han Xiuping's voice suddenly came from outside the house, and he said hoarsely at the door: "My lord."

"Come in."

At the same time, Ye Xiaozhou happened to just come back from watering the flowers, and he stopped outside the door lightly by a strange coincidence.

Jing Min took a sip of tea calmly, and then his eyes fell on Han Xiuping's face. There was a circle of black and blue stubble around his lips, and there were red bloodshot eyes that could be seen from the eyes.

"But you were sent to see her off, why are you in such a mess?"

Han Xiuping lowered his head and reported: "This subordinate travels back and forth between the two places thousands of miles away. I don't know how many good horses died of exhaustion along the way. Knowing that the prince is impatient, he dared not rest for a moment, so he came here immediately."

Jing Min slightly raised his eyebrows: "Why is this king so anxious?"

"That's why the subordinates are impatient." Han Xiuping understands Jing Min's hard-spoken and cold-hearted temper, but his heart is not really made of stone, but all flesh and mortal bodies must have something more or less Concerned about.

Jing Min snorted coldly, then said casually: "Speak."

"Yes," Han Xiuping said, "Mrs. Jiang has already drank the cup of 'poisonous wine', and her subordinates have personally sealed her in a coffin and sent her to a remote villa. Ye Hongfang's subordinates also It's already taken care of, Father Ye will 'died of illness' on the distribution road in a few days, and then be sent to reunite with Mrs. Jiang."

"What did you say?" After listening to the conversation between the two, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly pushed the door open and almost rushed towards Han Xiuping, "What do you think will happen to my father?"

Jing Min: "Love my concubine, don't be rude."

Ye Xiaozhou turned around and rushed towards Jing Min who was sitting in the wheelchair, grabbing his collar with red eyes: "My father was framed and sent to that bitter cold place, why don't you let him go?" ?Why are you……"

His hot tears suddenly dripped down on Jing Min's lapel.

"why treat me like this?"

Ye Xiaozhou's voice weakened, just when Jing Min thought he would start to cry helplessly like before, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly exploded, and within a few breaths, he firmly grabbed Jing Min's neck.

"I kill you……"

A voice echoed in Ye Xiaozhou's mind - as long as Jing Min is killed, his father will not die, as long as Jing Min is killed, everything will be fine.

Jing Min leaned back, completely ignoring the pain of suffocation, and instead smiled at Ye Xiaozhou.

Ye Xiaozhou was quickly dragged away by Han Xiuping, because of too much force, he couldn't stand firmly, and suddenly fell on the bed next to him. With such an interruption, he no longer had the courage to pounce on the murderer again.

Jing Min stroked the red scar on his neck, but there was no trace of anger on his face, just like being bitten by a puppy with no teeth.

"My concubine, should I praise you for your courage, or should I praise you for being stupid and cute? Do you think that if you kill this king, your father will be saved?"

Only then did Ye Xiaozhou calm down. Yes, even if he really killed Jing Min, Ye Hongfang would have no way out. Assassinating the prince is a serious crime. Under the emperor's rage, he might want to arrest his father and fight with him. He was tortured together on the execution ground.

Jing Min looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "I have an appointment for a game of chess with my brother in the afternoon, my concubine, tell me, if the emperor sees the red mark on this king's neck, what my concubine did today, I will not be ashamed of you." To say or not to say?"

"If the emperor wants to punish you, this king will naturally be reluctant to part with it. I can only blame Ye Hongfang for his incompetence in teaching his son, and ask the emperor to accept his pardon and execute him immediately."

Ye Xiaozhou hurried forward, his knees softened, and he threw himself onto King Ning's lap, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, my lord... this matter has nothing to do with my father, if you want to punish, just punish me, okay?" ? I beg you, save my father's life, okay?"

He hadn't cried in such a mess for a long time, whether it was his cheeks or eye sockets, the tip of his nose or the pinnae of his ears, they were completely flushed.

Jing Min looked down at him, his eyes were gentle to the point of sickness, he rubbed the top of Ye Xiaozhou's hair, as if this person in front of him was not the one who wanted to strangle him with red eyes just now.

"But you are so disobedient," Jing Min said, "Don't Aifei remember pinching the king's neck just now?"

"I beg you, Jing Min," Ye Xiaozhou's eyes were red, "I was wrong...can you let my father go?"