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

Ye Xiaozhou counted with his fingers all day long, if his father is really what Jing Min said, he will wake up in three days, and King Ning said that he was placed in a remote mountain villa on the south coast, even if the letter is long Wings, it will take a day and a night to send it to Luojing, and this letter has to be hidden, so it can't go out of the way.

Prince Ning's mansion is always very quiet, no one dares to make noise in the prince's yard.

Ye Xiaozhou stayed in his own room for two days, had nothing to do, and was so idle that his hair grew out. Only then did he start to think about what the emperor said that day to let him enter the court as an official.

Now he lives under the fence of others, clinging to the cloudy and uncertain Jingmin, after all, he can't last long.

He pondered that today was already the third day, and if he had to make a decision, it should be time.

But without Jing Min's consent, he didn't dare to give the emperor an answer rashly. After all, Ye Xiaozhou also saw that the relationship between the two of them was not very good, and they had to keep away from each other when they met.

He could imagine how Jing Min was furious because of this, he must have looked at him coldly, and then said: "Go to the dungeon, don't let me see you again."

Ye Xiaozhou sighed, but he didn't want to see Jing Min, so he wrote a small note, beckoning Chen Mengchu to come over: "Mengchu, please send this note to King Ning for me."

"This..." Chen Mengchu still remembered the nightmare of being carried away in front of King Ning last time, and shook his head with an ugly expression, "I don't dare, why don't I find someone else for the young master?"

Ye Xiaozhou didn't quite trust the other slaves in the mansion, and after thinking for a moment, he took a compromise: "Why don't you give the note to Han Xiuping, and he will hand it over to Jing Min."

Hearing Han Xiuping's name, Chen Mengchu's eyes lit up, but he changed his mind in an instant, and half snatched the note from Ye Xiaozhou's hand: "Okay, the servant girl will go now."

Ye Xiaozhou naturally saw what the little girl was thinking, but he didn't expose it. He just smiled and said, "Go early and come back early."

At that time, Jing Min was still sitting in the front hall, and several courtiers used the name of visiting patients to discuss matters with Jing Min in private.

An old man with snowy temples and frosty hair habitually touched his half-inch-long beard and sighed: "Have you heard about it, my lord? The mountain fire in Lingshan has been burning for three days and three nights, and it can't be extinguished no matter how hard you fight. The mausoleum of Emperor Xiaoren was also implicated, but fortunately, the coffin of the Supreme Emperor was rescued, but the huge mausoleum was eventually burned."

"My lord, do you know what people say outside?" Another middle-aged man sat upright, but lowered his voice and said, "It is said that the current man is not worthy of virtue, which caused the wrath of heaven."

Jing Min waved his folding fan leisurely, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Really? Master Liu also thinks that the emperor's brother is not worthy of virtue?"

Liu Hao was greeted by his smile, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile apologetically: "My lord's question is really embarrassing, and whether he deserves it is naturally not us sesame seeds." Small officials have the final say, and the emperor and the people of the world make decisions."

"Master Liu is right. Whether you deserve it or not is not up to us." The smile in Jing Min's eyes grew stronger, and then he said suddenly, "But this mountain fire, I think it may not be caused by the heavens. of."

The grey-haired old man covered his face and coughed, then he was a little surprised and said: "The prince means... Maybe this is arson?"

Liu Hao couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face: "But there are heavy soldiers on all sides of the Lingshan Mountain all the year round, and they are not allowed to enter without imperial edict, let alone the royal mausoleum. It is difficult for us people to go in and worship. That kind of ability can set fire inside?"

Jing Min waved the folding fan nonchalantly, and said with a casual smile, "Who knows?"

The white-haired old man sighed again: "If it hadn't been for the catastrophe that happened back then, although His Majesty established the eldest prince as the crown prince according to the etiquette, the emperor's qualifications are mediocre. In fact, His Majesty originally preferred the Ninth Prince. Young..."

"Your Majesty is now Emperor Xiaoren," Jing Min said with a smile without changing his face, "The teacher is really a little confused, if my eldest brother, the king, hears this, I'm afraid I'll suspect you of something wrong. , and - the Ninth Prince is now a cripple, and the cripple is not qualified to sit on the dragon chair, the teacher knows best."

Zhai Ziang sighed several times in a row, looking at Jing Min with both regret and unwillingness.

"My lord is a smart man. I don't need to say more, I must understand what I mean." Zhai Ziang stroked his thin white beard again, and there seemed to be light flickering in his eyes covered with a layer of white clouds. Those of us who are old people from the previous dynasty listened to Han Yuansi's way of change to confuse the public, and the things left by our ancestors were cut to pieces."

"The old man also taught him that he can do as many things as he weighs. Now he has a big appetite and doesn't care about anything."

Jing Min was noncommittal, but just smiled.

If Zhai Ziang knew that he set Lingshan on fire and that Han Yuansi belonged to him, would this old man who insisted on benevolence, justice, morality and ancient law be so angry that he would die?

But this is his teacher after all, even if Jing Min has such playful evil thoughts in his heart, he can't really put them into practice, and if Zhai Ziang really died here, it's hard for him to explain.

Liu Hao's view is different from that of Zhai Ziang, he said slowly: "To put it bluntly, the imperial court is just a fortress piled up with sand. If you stick to the rules and keep the old If it doesn’t change, we’ll all have to finish the game, and the change that that person supports is actually not unreasonable.”

Speaking of this, he paused, and saw Han Xiuping, who was guarding outside the front hall door, suddenly holding a rolled up note, walked up to Jing Min in a few strides, and then presented it to him.

"Your Highness, this is what the princess asked someone to bring to you." Han Xiuping said in a low voice.

Jing Min's heartbeat tightened, his chest seemed to be grabbed by something, the fan that was idly shaking in his hand stopped moving, the smile on his face gradually weakened, and it became a kind of smile that no outsider had ever seen before. Gentle smile.

"Wait a moment, both of you." King Ning opened the note with one hand, and then covered it with a folding fan.

However, when King Ning finished reading the note with few words, his complexion suddenly changed again, and some inexplicable anger suddenly surfaced from the corners of his eyes and brows.

On the note was a line of crooked and inappropriate small characters, King Ning could tell at a glance who wrote it,

The note wrote: I want to respond to what the emperor said last time, okay?

If it weren't for the questioning tone of the last two words, King Ning would definitely be furious when he saw this note.

Han Xiuping peeked at the contents of the note like a thief, then coughed a little itchy throat, after thinking for a while, leaned over and stuck it to Jing Min's ear independently, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the subordinate Thinking about it, Wang Hao should mean that if you don't want him to go, he won't go."

Han Xiuping's explanation made Jing Min feel a lot more at ease, but the fact that Ye Xiaozhou took Jing Ling's invitation to heart was enough to make Jing Min angry.

King Ning raised his head expressionlessly at first, and then issued the eviction order unhurriedly: "It's getting late, do you two want to stay in the palace for lunch?"

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness, but my wife has already prepared lunch."

"I'm getting old, if I don't take a nap in the afternoon, I won't be able to cheer up, so I won't bother you much."

These two refused very sensibly, and then quickly left. After all, the reason why King Ning was willing to receive them was that they knew how to read people's faces and would never do unnecessary things.

After the two left, Jing Min's face suddenly turned cold, and he said angrily: "Tell him to come over to this king, and this king will tell him personally."

Han Xiuping didn't turn around and leave, but paused for a while, and then persuaded in a low voice: "Your Highness, the princess has been staying in the courtyard to recuperate recently, maybe she feels a little bored, this is human nature, and the prince doesn't need to treat him." Too harsh."

"Han Xiuping," Jing Min frowned, and asked back, "When did this king be harsh on him?"

Han Xiuping immediately nodded obediently: "No, the subordinate said something wrong."

The golden osmanthus in the backyard was blown by the autumn wind and dropped a handful of cinnamon, and fell into the koi pond like water, and slowly fell on the surface of the pond with two dead leaves floating from nowhere, which made people feel angry. The colorful koi in the pond came to peck one after another.

"Princess," Han Xiuping stood outside the house, his voice was not loud enough to be heard clearly by the people inside, "My lord, please come over, he wants to talk to you face to face..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened, and Chen Mengchu's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at him before backing away, making way for Ye Xiaozhou.

"Master!" Chen Mengchu looked back, and his voice rose unconsciously, "Your Highness sent someone to invite you."

Ye Xiaozhou was sitting on the side of the bed holding the scripture book, but when he heard the sound, he put the script down, and then walked out the door with a grim expression.

If he didn't want to inquire about his father's news, and he was really interested in what the emperor said that day, his attitude towards Jing Min would always be avoidable.

"Let's go," he said.

Jing Min closed the folding fan with one hand, then took a sip of warm tea, and then opened the folding fan with a "shua".

By the time Ye Xiaozhou arrived here, the fan in King Ning's hand had been opened and closed no less than ten times.

"My lord." Ye Xiaozhou gave him a slight salute this time.

Seeing the rather obedient look on his face, most of Jing Min's anger disappeared instantly.

"Excuse me." He opened the folding fan again, "Sit down."

Ye Xiaozhou took a seat opposite Jing Min, and before Jing Min could open his mouth to ask questions, he asked first: "My lord, how is my father?"

With a straight face, Jing Min said coldly: "The person has been sent to the villa, and I guess he will wake up within a few days."

After finishing speaking, he paused slightly, and then said: "What about you? What do you think? Really want to become an official in the court?"