Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

"Teacher, I still have a question I want to ask you."

After the lecture, Xie Xun was not in a hurry to return to the palace, and chatted with Song Fuling as usual.

"Your Highness may wish to speak frankly."

The only difference is that this time the topic after class is not a rumor, but a question about politics: "I read a lot of idle books during this period of isolation and recuperation, including "Overseas Kanyu", the above The picture is interesting."

Song Fuling only thought that he wanted to travel and play: "Your Highness, don't you want to go to sea? Traveling can indeed increase your knowledge, but Your Highness is still too young, let's take a look at the Qing Kingdom under your feet first."

"Gu knew the Taifu would say that..." Xie Xun frowned for a while, then suddenly remembered something: "That's right! Since Gu can't go out, can you send someone else out? Some of us have gone out, and they will naturally Someone will come, do you want to hear any stories at that time?"

Song Fuling's hands that received the book paused when she heard the words: "Your Highness, you mean to send courtiers to sea?"

Xie Miao thought for a while and said: "It doesn't have to be a courtier, don't we have merchant ships? Can't we do business at sea? Our Qing Dynasty has a vast land and abundant resources, and the things we produce will definitely be sold overseas! Not to mention making money, we can also promote our country. Wei!"

When it came to the end, there was uncontrollable excitement on his face, like a naive child addicted to sailing dreams.

Song Fuling was noncommittal: "Why did Your Highness suddenly care about maritime business? But what did someone say in front of His Highness?"

"Never." Xie Xun shook his head: "Why would the grand master ask such a question? Gu just read too many idle books, and felt that it was too wasteful to just play for fun. The world is so big, and Gu doesn't have brothers and sisters to share his father's worries. What if I live like a dandy in the future? Then Father is too tired."

He was seriously worried about making Song Fuling dumbfounded, but he only thought of the possible conspiracy for a moment.It is absolutely impossible for the prince to say these words in his usual behavior, and it is very likely that someone said something in front of him.

If there is really no one, then Xie Xun has encountered such a catastrophe, and it is not what it used to be.

No matter what kind of possibility it is, Song Fuling can't veto it: "Your Highness must be happy to realize this, and even if you don't agree, you will look at His Highness with admiration in the future. Why don't you go back to the palace and ask the Holy One in person?"

Xie Xun waited earnestly for Song Fuling's response, and immediately beamed with joy when he heard this: "The Grand Tutor thinks the same way? Don't you think I'm alone in the Arabian Nights? I just want to ask the Grand Tutor what he means because I can't make up my mind."

"How could it be?" Song Fuling smiled: "Your Highness is a young man, so you might as well act boldly. The way of being a king is to avoid submissiveness. If you have any thoughts in the future, just tell the Holy Majesty directly. Although the Holy Majesty is a king, he is also Your Highness. father."

"Teacher can always tell all kinds of great truths! You are so admirable!" Xie Xun saluted, his still immature face was full of respect.

Song Fuling returned the salute with a smile, but when Xie Xun's back disappeared outside the courtyard, the smile quickly disappeared too.He raised his voice and called out: "Tang San."

"Here, what's the matter, master?"

"Call Guanshi Song over here."

He must investigate who Xie Xun has been in contact with recently.If someone chews the root of the tongue, pull it out and you will be quiet.

If it was really his own idea as Xie Xun said, then it would be useless to pull out anyone, unless the word "Xie" on the dragon seat was pulled out.

Song Fuling had never had this idea before. It was good for him to want revenge, but it didn't go to the point where he had to kill the king.

But now that Xie Xun's accident happened, my brother has returned to Beijing.Song Fuling couldn't help but have a bold idea in his mind: Emperor Qing Xie Zhiying did it, why his brother couldn't do it after hearing the news?

A few days later, news came from the palace that Emperor Qing had set aside several cities on the east coast as treaty ports, and returned to Prime Minister Li Shichen to take the lead in cooperating with various ministries to formulate city and ship regulations.

From this point of view, Xie Xun really persuaded Emperor Qing to develop maritime commerce, but it was a little different from Song Fuling's expectations.

Probably already had other plans, Song Fuling didn't get entangled in this, but continued to listen to Song Ren's report on the recent developments in the city.

It is said that it is in the city, but in fact, most of it is related to Fuyanhou's Mansion.

"Yesterday Muxiu, Fu Yanhou stayed in the study all day again, but Miss Fusang was taken out once by the guards, and she came back with half a car full of snacks... The rest is the same as the previous few days. Played shuttlecock all day in the front yard."

"Half a car?" Song Fuling seemed a little surprised: "I have a good appetite." He already knew that his niece was called Ying Fusang.

"What have Fu Yanhou been watching these days? Have you been walking around in the city?"

Song Ren: "No. I downloaded the value mostly to read... the Ridaojing."

Song Fuling's writing stopped suddenly: "Did he find anything?"

"I probably don't know that the master is behind the Ridaojing." Song Ren shook his head: "However, recently someone in the hall has been asking for the scriptures of the past two years, and if I'm not wrong, the person asking is Da... Fuyanhou. "

"There are, but there are too many." Song Fuling pondered for a moment and suddenly put down her pen: "You have been looking for the Ridaojing for nearly two years, and I will personally select it."

"Yes."

Song Ren turned around and didn't take two steps, and suddenly turned back: "By the way, another nasty thing happened in Xiangguo's mansion recently."

"Is it related to Li Yan?" Li Yan is Li Shichen's eldest grandson, a dude who spoiled the daughter of the Taichang Temple some time ago.

"Yes," Song Ren said with a look of embarrassment, "this person has been wandering around the secret rooms in the city for nearly half a month, and most of the people who come in and out of the rooms are molesters under the age of ten...and killed one person yesterday."

"Heh." Song Fuling couldn't help chuckling when she heard this.

Song Ren: "Master, why are you laughing?"

"I laugh that Li Shichen still lost in the hands of his eldest grandson who loves him so dearly." Song Fuling pushed the car chair slowly towards the bookshelf.

"What does the master mean?"

Before Song Fuling could continue to speak, Tang Jiu's resounding notification came from outside the door: "Master, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

It was Xie Xun who came to class again.

"Uncle Ren, go down and welcome the prince to the study for me."

The conversation was interrupted, and the matter ended here, but Song Fuling had made up his mind.

The next day when he went back to the house for a rest at noon, Lin Wen suddenly told him that the carriage that went to the vegetable market in the morning brought back a large box of unknown origin.

The box was tightly sealed with an iron sheet, and a letter was attached beside it. There was no signature on the letter, only a sentence of "To Fu Yanhou".

"Where is the box?" Wen Sheng used to go in and out of the palace now, and for the sake of convenience, he no longer wore a sword on his body, so he took Lin Wen's and used it casually.

"In the front hall."

Lin Wenman thought that hearing the sound would tell someone to unpack the box, but he cut off the entire iron sheet of the big box with a single sword.

While he was astonished at Wen Sheng's deep inner strength, Wen Sheng had already picked up the scriptures in the box and looked through them.

That's right, it's the scriptures, or the Ridaojing that he often reads recently.Even He De couldn't find the number of episodes, but here they are very detailed and complete.

The longest can be traced back to two years ago, but not every issue has it, and there is no dust on the scriptures, and there are new creases on many pages.

There are various indications that someone knows that Wensheng is collecting the Nikon, and specially organizes information that may be useful to him.

This man knew everything about Wen Sheng like the back of his hand.Besides the behind-the-scenes shopkeeper of Yihetang, Wensheng did not expect that there was another person with such ability.

Who is he?

"Aren't these the Ridaojing that Hou Ye was looking for recently?" Lin Wen was also surprised.

"En." Wen Sheng vaguely smelled a faint medicinal fragrance from the scriptures, which was very familiar.

"Who actually stuffed these scriptures into the carriage?"

Hearing the sound, he picked up one of the books and slowly got up, with a slight smile in his eyes: "A...careful person."

"Huh? Master Hou, you have already guessed the identity of this person?"

Wen Sheng didn't answer: "The rest of them have someone move them back to my room, and I'll look at them when I come back from the next duty."

"Yes."

Wen Sheng has already sat down: "Lunch is later, don't call me if you don't come." This is planning to read the Ridaojing here first.

What Wen Sheng was holding was the latest issue, and there was a page in it that was circled by people, which was the latest scandal in the residence of Prime Minister Li Shichen.

About Li Shichen, the eldest grandson named Li Yan, I already know a thing or two through the previous Ridaojing.

The last time the matter of molesting the courtier was finally suppressed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple. Although the Taichang Temple Minister was compensated, he must have been unhappy in his mind.

This child molestation scandal is obviously an opportunity, but it is unrealistic to implicate Li Shichen just because Li Yan killed a person.In the end, at most, it was the same as before, spending a little money and a price to fill up the basket.

The best way is to bring in a person that Li Shichen can't afford to provoke, so that he can't be suppressed even if he wants to.

At that time, combined with the previous filth, even if he survived in the end, Li Shichen would still have to shed his skin.

But the question is, who should this "unprovoked person" choose?

After thinking about it all afternoon, Wen Sheng made a preliminary draft of a few candidates.After returning to the mansion, discuss with Lin Wen to exclude them one by one and narrow the scope.

It's just that he was summoned temporarily by the East Palace when he was approaching the next duty, and talked with the prince Xie Xun about the customs and customs of the Yue Kingdom.

The conversation in the palace here is very happy, and the little Fusang in Fuyanhou's mansion is impatient.

"Why hasn't Dad come back... He promised to take me to the boat to see the night view tonight..." A thick tree branch protruded from the top of the courtyard wall, and this little impatient voice came from the leaves. It came out of the bush.

"Is there someone in the tree?" A strange male voice suddenly came from under the courtyard wall. Little Fusang pushed aside the leaves that covered her, and saw a good-looking uncle sitting on a wooden car seat looking at her.

Seeing no one around, she was a little vigilant: "Are you talking to me?"

"should be."

Little Fusang saw that he was smiling nicely, and relaxed a little: "Uncle, are your legs and feet inconvenient? Why is no one taking care of you? How about I ask someone to take you home? Where is your home?"

"You, what did you call me?" The man in the car seat paused for a moment, looking a little shocked.

"Strange, do people with handicapped ears also have bad ears?" Little Fusang said to himself first, and then loudly shouted: "I said where is your home, do you want me to take you home?"

The man blinked and recovered his smile: "No, my house is right next door." He pointed to the door next door: "Little Fusang can come to my house for dinner whenever he is free. My house has many interesting things and the best food in the city." A dim sum chef, I can cook anything you want."

Little Fusang's eyes lit up when he heard the food: "Really? I can really eat anything? Do you have lactose balls? I want to eat this! Dad said this is too sweet, so I can't eat more..."

"Yes, I also like sweets."

"Does uncle actually like sweet things? Uncle Ji said that only girls and sissies like sweet things."

"..." Although she didn't know who Uncle Ji was, Song Fuling had a gut feeling that she didn't like him: "They are all food, sour and spicy, so why not sweet ones? You don't have to be interested in sweets Prejudice, if you like it, you like it, no matter what others say?"

"That's right! That's what I said. It's Uncle Ji who is unreasonable. He said it every time I saw him. Obviously, I think he likes it very much. I have caught him stealing my snacks hundreds of times!"

The man didn't want to hear Uncle Ji's words again, so he changed the subject: "Just now I heard you were talking about watching the night scene, do you want to visit the Lin'an River at night?"

"That's right! Dad promised me to take me there today, but he hasn't come back yet..." Speaking of this little Fusang, he felt a little depressed.

The man under the courtyard wall flicked his fingertips, and suddenly suggested: "How about uncle taking you? Uncle is free now."

Although he had a good impression of this uncle, little Fusang still knew that he shouldn't agree: "No, I have to agree to it."

"Then go back and ask your father what you mean." The man was a little more eager than before: "It happens that uncle will charter a boat to entertain His Royal Highness in a few days. If you come, you can not only eat lactose balls, but also eat many other things. Delicious Dim Sum!"

If there are others watching at this moment, most of them will report the man under the courtyard wall as a habitual child abductor to the government office.

Coincidentally, someone actually saw it.

"Little lady, who are you talking to?" A male voice full of air came from inside the courtyard wall.

Little Fusang turned around: "And the uncle next door, he wants to invite me to his house for dinner!"

As soon as Lin Wen heard this, he felt bad. He flew up the tree and held the little Fusang in his arms. He turned to look at the suspicious man outside the courtyard, and found that the man really lived next door: "Mr. Song...? Why are you here? "

Song Fuling rubbed the tip of her nose: "I just came back from a break and happened to be passing by. I couldn't help being curious to see the daughter of your family hiding in a tree..."

"Oh, thank you Mr. Song for your concern." Lin Wen didn't have any doubts, "It's not early in the day and it's cold at night, sir, I'd better go home earlier."

"Yes, I'll be back now." After finishing speaking, he was about to push himself to go back, but before he left, he took the time to look at Little Fusang: "What uncle said just now will count until the sun goes down tomorrow."

"Oh, I'll think about it."

With little Fusang's guarantee, the corners of Song Fuling's mouth seemed to burst into laughter.Tang Jiu at the gate of Taifu's Mansion saw the movement here, and hurried over to pick him up.

That is, when they looked at each other, the curvature of Song Fuling's mouth suddenly froze.He frowned and looked at the person in front of him carefully, making Tang Jiu uncomfortable: "What's the matter...Master?"

"Tang Jiu," Song Fuling said, "Do you have other brothers in your family?"

"No." Tang Jiu scratched his head: "Why did the master suddenly ask this?"

Song Fuling stared at him for a while before withdrawing her gaze: "It's nothing, maybe I made a mistake."

No, he could never be wrong.The guards who picked up Little Fusang from Fu Yanhou's Mansion just now were at least five points similar to Tang Jiu.

Song Fuling definitely didn't think it was a coincidence. If Tang Jiu really had a connection with the guard just now, who arranged it?elder brother?

If this is the case, does brother have amnesia?

The author has something to say:

Wen Sheng: I said that although I have amnesia, I know that I am your brother, do you believe it or not?

Song Fuling: Guess what?

He De: Don't guess, I will testify!