Broken Iron Clothes

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Light smoke never stops, curling up around the incense burner and extending to the corner.Before the case, Jiang Yu dipped the ink and left an ink mark on the book.

"At the end of the month, King Yin enters the palace, what are your plans?"

Jiang Shiqing stopped twirling the beads with his left hand, put down the book in his hand, raised his head and replied, "Prince Yin must enter the palace to participate in the polo match next month. The polo match is fierce and there are many places where you can move. With Yuan Mucheng watching, even if he makes a move, it will be hindered, the Yan family will not look at the Feng family's glory, and will definitely find a way to contain King Yin, we naturally wait and see what happens, and take advantage of the situation."

Jiang Yu nodded, and raised his eyes after putting the pen on the pen stand.

"Huaichuan," Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Shiqing and said, "How are you and Yuan Mucheng doing now?"

Jiang Shiqing said: "I told him, but it seems that he doesn't believe me completely."

After Jiang Yu pondered for a moment, he said, "If you go to Yuzhou to spread the news, even if you hurry, it will take at least ten days to go back and forth. Since King Jingping didn't say it at the beginning, he probably wouldn't take the risk of recording the news now. On paper, believe it or not, it's all up to him."

Jiang Shiqing watched Jiang Yu turn the pages, and after he finished reading a page, he said, "There is still one thing that is unclear about Huaichuan."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu put his index finger on the inside page, closed the book, and stared quietly at Jiang Shiqing who was sitting opposite.

Jiang Shiqing asked: "The owner of the villa didn't say anything in order to clarify the relationship between Yemen Village and Prince Jingping's mansion, but Yuan Mucheng has been away for several years, and he seems to be alone in the court situation, but King Jingping didn't say anything. Why?"

Jiang Yu said: "Have you ever heard of Yuan Mujie, the eldest son of Prince Jingping's residence?"

Jiang Shiqing replied: "I have heard that Yuan Mujie was seriously injured in both legs due to the battle, so the late emperor named him Marquis of Jingfang."

"Then do you know why his legs were hurt?" Jiang Yu asked again.

"I don't know." Jiang Shiqing said.

"Eight years ago, in the battle of Wei Ning in the western border of Dali, Ningzhou and Yingzhou fell successively," Jiang Yu paused at this point, and then looked away after carefully watching Jiang Shiqing's expression, "Daji army A surprise attack, stepping iron hooves into Dali's western border, Qinghui army died in battle, Yuan Mujie asked for troops to help the west, but when he was about to retake Ningzhou, Dali's army provoked by insulting the body of King Weixu, he was alone in danger He brought back the body of King Wei Xu, but his legs were seriously injured, and he is still unable to go to the battlefield with a sword."

Jiang Shiqing was silent, but the rosary in his hand turned more and more chaotically.

Jiang Yu glanced at him, and then said: "Yuan Mujie has made great achievements in the war since the battle, and he is the pillar of Dali's defense. You should know what losing his legs means to him and Dali. Yuan Mucheng also It was at that time that I left Jacheng to fight for my brother, and worked hard in the Yuzhou camp for several years before I gained the glory of the current general Yunfei."

Jiang Shiqing blinked his shy eyes, and straightened the string of beads in his hand.

Jiang Yu also turned his gaze back: "Yuan Mujie has often accompanied King Jingping to Yuzhou since he was young, but Yuan Mucheng is different, even though it has been nearly eight years since he came to Yuzhouying, but he was born in Yancheng and grew up in Yuzhou. city."

"Sir, what you mean is that there are always people in the court who are afraid of his old friendship in the city, so they will not only set up defenses, but also keep them in trouble." Jiang Shiqing said.

Jiang Yu nodded and said: "The Yan and Feng families in the city are dominant. For Yuan Mucheng, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, King Jingping hopes that he will be more considerate. It is better to be alone and helpless than to be a threat in the eyes of others. So King Jingping didn't say anything, it was to protect him."

"Huaichuan understands." Jiang Shiqing said.

In the silence, Jiang Yu's hand that was about to be raised hesitated to be lowered, and finally covered the writing, not moving for a long time.Jiang Shiqing bowed his head and remained silent, only the soft sound of the rosary turning in the room, but no matter how many times the beads in his hand counted, it still couldn't settle his restless mood.

Jiang Yu finally stretched out his hand and lightly pressed Jiang Shiqing's fingers that were turning more and more anxiously.

"Huai Chuan, sir, I know that you have a lot of troubles in your heart, so let's let go of these past events. The owner of the villa has no intention of proclaiming the emperor now, and only wants to secretly help the emperor to eliminate the internal troubles in Dali. When the time is right, the internal troubles can be cleared. At this time, if you want to settle any grievances, the master will definitely help you."

After a long while, Jiang Shiqing raised his eyes and smiled: "My hands are not clean, Mr. has never been stained with blood in his life, so it is good to welcome the prosperous age with clean clothes."

Jiang Yu seemed to want to say something, but Xu Guo happened to walk in the door.

"Master, sir, Mr. Yan is here."

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Jiang Shiqing turned out from the corridor, and saw Yan Lingyong pacing restlessly on the bridge.

After approaching, Jiang Shiqing said: "Why did Mr. Yan come today without saying hello?"

After hearing this, Yan Lingyong walked towards the people and said, "I can't stay in the Duke's mansion any longer. Fortunately, there is a mansion like yours where I can hide."

Jiang Shiqing smiled slightly: "Young Master Yan is just joking, the Jiang residence is certainly not comparable to your residence."

"It's so comparable." Yan Lingyong put his hand on Jiang Shiqing's shoulder naturally, "Now everyone in this mansion asks me to keep in touch with Song Shilang's daughter. .”

Jiang Shiqing glanced at his shoulder contemptuously from the corner of his eye, and said nonchalantly, "Young Master Yan can't let this kind of thing go, isn't it that Young Master Yan can just say 'no'?"

"This is different. Your Majesty listened to some nonsense at the New Year's Eve banquet, and wanted to marry Song Shilang's daughter, but the only candidates of the right age were me, King Yin and Wen Kaisen, but Wen Yao didn't express his opinion at all, so he just wanted to marry him." There are only me and King Yin left. My father thought that the good relationship with Song Shilang should not be abandoned because of a marriage, so he asked me to find a way to marry her. I still have to fight."

Yan Lingyong sighed, and continued: "So on the first day of the lunar new year, my father specially took me to visit the Song residence, but Song Qianjin actually hid herself and refused to see people. I was not willing to please her. Who can get better?"

Jiang Shiqing took a step aside to pour tea, and then took off Yan Lingyong's hand on his shoulder.

"Since it's my Jiang residence who came here today, it's useless for Mr. Yan to disturb himself. It's better to find some fun and put aside the trouble."

Yan Lingyong followed him: "Drinking to soothe your sorrows makes your stomach hurt. It's better to ride a horse at the horse farm of the Ministry of War. Maybe you can vent your anger, but it's really unlucky that Minister Song is in the Ministry of War. Speaking of which, if I Winning the moon polo match won His Majesty's favor."

"If Mr. Yan can win, rewards are indispensable."

With that said, Jiang Shiqing passed the tea over.Yan Lingyong took over with a smile, and took the opportunity to touch the man's slightly cool fingers, before reminiscing about the touch just now with tea in his mouth.

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After He Xiao and Wen Kaisen found the two people who broke up unhappy that night, Yuan Mucheng stared at the family letter in Prince Jingping's mansion for a day and a night, and then asked He Xiao to send someone to watch outside the Jiang residence.

One day, when he saw He Xiao coming back from outside, he called someone to stop him.

"He Xiao, what's going on in Tianjiang Residence these days?"

He Xiao stopped, and replied: "It's nothing special, it's just that Mr. Yan went to Jiangzhai a few times."

"Yan Lingyong?" Yuan Mucheng frowned slightly, with a bad tone.

He Xiao said, "Yes."

Yuan Mucheng asked again: "How long has he stayed?"

He Xiao thought for a while and said, "If it's long, it can basically last for an hour or two."

Yuan Mucheng snorted coldly, and turned impatiently to leave, when He Xiao suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Yan took Mr. Jiang to the racecourse yesterday."

Hearing this, Yuan Mucheng's expression turned colder, and he turned around and said, "Jianghuaichuan has gone?"

He Xiao didn't quite understand why Yuan Mucheng was so anxious, he felt guilty when he was asked for no reason, so he whispered back: "Go."

"Oh, horse racing, it's really interesting."

Saying that, Yuan Mucheng tightened the armguard on his hand, gritted his teeth and walked out of the mansion.

"Where are you going, master?" He Xiao asked the rushing figure.

Yuan Mucheng replied from a distance: "Wen Mansion."

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"Cousin Xiao'an, why did you suddenly call me to the racecourse today?" Wen Kaisen opened the curtain, poked his head out of the car and asked.

Yuan Mucheng just stared at the front and said, "The polo match is coming, I'll find someone to practice horses."

Looking at the gloomy sky, Wen Kaisen asked again: "Brother He Xiao can't do it?"

"More people, more lively." Yuan Mucheng said.

Wen Kaisen paused, and said a little embarrassedly: "But I'm not very good at riding."

Yuan Mucheng seemed to be focused on riding his horse, and only replied casually: "It's fine if you know how to read."

As the polo match approached, the Ministry of War sent more people to manage the racecourse, and the Sima Supervisor was also busy raising horses day and night, for fear of an accidental omission.But there are many royal nobles who come here every day, but most of the people who come here are to pick a good horse for themselves. In their hearts, even if they can't win the polo match, they must not make a fool of themselves. After all, the royal family watching the game There are also many ministers, and No. 1, even though it is beautiful, will definitely make people laugh if it can't even move a horse.

But today the weather is gloomy, the racecourse is cold, the open land and the sky seem to be only separated by a stone wall, and there is only a lone figure in the distance whipping the saddle in the wind.

Wen Kaisen had never been to a racecourse before, he just walked to the edge and looked at the open and flat field, and was momentarily lost in his eyes.

"I'm used to seeing pavilions and houses in the city. Even if I go outside the city once in a while, all I see are mountains and forests. I don't know that there is such a vast land in the city. It's really deserted."

Yuan Mucheng smiled and said, "This kind of place is not that big in Yuzhou. He Xiao and I have seen even wider ones. If you are interested in the future, it would be nice for us to take you there for a run."

Wen Kaisen kept his eyes on the racecourse and said, "Let's wait until I can ride well."

He Xiao who was on the side also said, "Mr. Wen is here to learn. I'll pick a horse to teach you how to ride, how about it?"

Wen Kaisen turned his head and said with a smile: "Brother He Xiao picked the horse, I can trust it."

At this time, there was a faint sound of horseshoes not far away, and a woman leaned on the saddle, stepped on the stirrups and jumped down, stroking the horse's mane with a soft smile.

The maid beside him stepped forward and said: "Miss, this horse rides well, it should be more gallant than my future husband-in-law."

The wind carried the hair across the face, but it inadvertently dyed the eyes cold, the woman's eye sockets were blown red, and when she looked closely, she couldn't see any joy.

The woman said: "You can't even get out of this city with a horse, so what's the use of riding a good horse?"

Wen Kaisen saw the person clearly with his eyes, and greeted happily: "Miss Song, what a coincidence."

Song Yun turned her head when she heard the sound, but there was no joy on her face. She approached with the whip in her hand, but only looked at Wen Kaisen and said, "Unfortunately."

Wen Kaisen couldn't hear the coldness in the other party's words, instead he smiled and said: "How could it be a coincidence? I think Mr. Song brought the girl here. I have never heard that Miss Song can ride a horse so well before."

Song Yun sneered: "You don't have to be hypocritical in front of me, there are thousands of ways to please my father, why do you just hold on to me?"

Wen Kaisen felt uncomfortable listening, and said bluntly, "Why do you girls talk like that?"

Song Yun said: "I can't say what you want to listen to, just like Mr. Wen meddling in other people's business, I can't do anything about Song's mansion."