Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

"What did the doctor say?" Song Qingyuan sat down on a soft pillow and asked indifferently.

"The government doctor has never seen this kind of poison before, so it should be a relatively rare poison." Jiang Duo shook his head, and put the pastry brought in by the servant on the table, "Your Highness, let's eat some pastry to cushion your stomach, Xincai Kitchen Already doing it."

Song Qingyuan looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, and suddenly remembered what happened to the original owner of the body. The saying "Yan Yun has many poisons" is not an exaggeration.He pondered for a long time, and said: "You send a letter to Qin Zizhen later, asking him to find out who came to Huijing to present the credentials, and where are they now?"

"His Royal Highness suspects that Yan Yun was tampered with by someone?"

Song Qingyuan nodded.The guards of the mansion would not come to the study on weekdays, if they suddenly appeared nearby, they would definitely attract the attention of the servants of the mansion.As for the servants in the mansion, some of them were arranged for him by King Yan when he came to Southern Zhou Dynasty, and some were rewarded to him by Emperor Hongde.But these people are all to monitor his every move, and they have no motive to murder him, unless his father or Emperor Hongde wants his life.But it was clear that he was worth more to the duo now alive than dead.

In the end, the only thing left is the servants bought back from the tooth shop after coming to Huijing.Although Qin Zizhen had checked their details, it was inevitable that they would be driven or threatened by interests.If someone wants to poison him, these people are the most suspicious.

However, because Jiang Duo personally handles his daily life, this person probably found out about today's negligence with great difficulty.Song Qingyuan looked at Jiang Duo who was looking sad, and comforted him: "Okay, it's not your fault either."

Jiang Duo nodded guiltily, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and asked after a long time: "Does Your Highness want to check the servant in the house?"

"No need." Song Qingyuan waved his hand and refused, "One is that there are too many people in the house, and the other is that it is easy to scare the snake."

After Jiang Duo left, Song Qingyuan leaned on the bookshelf alone, thinking about something.After a long time, he walked to the desk, picked up a few pieces of paper that recorded the height of the sun at noon and the pattern of the eaves, rolled them up, and put them on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

Early the next morning, the carriage in King Mobei's residence quietly stopped in front of the door.Judging from the appearance alone, there is nothing special about the ordinary carriage. Even the driver who drives the horse looks like an inconspicuous Central Plains man.

Song Qingyuan paused for a moment, then glanced back at the servant who was specially arranged by the house to exchange value, lifted the brocade curtain, bent over and walked in.

"Your Highness made me wait a long time. What? Did Your Highness take so long to see me?"

As soon as Song Qingyuan stepped into the carriage, he heard the voice of non-payment of debts coming from the carriage.

He rolled his eyes angrily, fully aware of the truth that "the more some people talk to him, the more excited he is", he sat down calmly, nodded, "That's right, I didn't sleep all night because I was too excited."

Lian Ti looked at Song Qingyuan who was not looking straight at him, with no trace of unrested fatigue visible between his brows, he clicked his tongue in a self-deprecating manner, and ordered the coachman to set off.

On the way out of the city, Song Qingyuan didn't take the initiative to answer or mention it, and the carriage was filled with a stagnant atmosphere due to silence.

Lian raised his body, poked his head out, and waved at Jiang Duo, "Come in and change a pot of tea for Your Highness." After speaking, he looked back at the untouched teacup on the table, and jokingly added: "Your Highness doesn't like it very much. This king's tea."

When Jiang Duo heard the words, he knew that Mobei's tea did not please His Highness.It's not easy for anyone to lose face if their Highness doesn't like something.

Hearing that even mentioning this was just for teasing, he didn't mean to blame him, he hurriedly agreed, got into the carriage, skillfully changed a pot of new tea, not forgetting to ease the atmosphere for Song Qingyuan, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lian Before mentioning, "Mobei King, you should also try the new tea brought from Hongzhou this year."

Even taking a sip of the tea, he still didn't forget to say something, "Thank you for your generosity, allowing me to taste this Hongzhou green tea, which is rumored to be the best."

Song Qingyuan ignored him. The original tea on the carriage was extraordinary, but he didn't like it.

The speed of the carriage was not slow, and it quickly carried the two of them out of the capital.The defenders at the gate of the city did as Lian Ti said, they only asked a few words before letting them go.

Lian Ti sneered, "In just a few years, the Southern Zhou Dynasty has been reduced to such a state. I heard that there is such a saying among the people in the northern border of the Southern Zhou Dynasty." He knocked on the armrest of the seat and said slowly: "Seven The army dare not cross Montenegro. I don’t know if it’s true?”

Song Qingyuan smiled indifferently, it was no secret that Nan Zhou was chased and beaten by Yan Yun like a grandson in the north.

Although many people still call Yanyun Youyun now, it is no longer comparable to the sixteen prefectures back then.

"Emperor Hongde doesn't think so." Song Qingyuan mocked.

Lian Ti was surprised to hear him use his taunting skills on other people, but he quickly returned to his original topic and cleared his throat, "He Lianji should have been upset with King Yan for a long time. With his temperament , It should be difficult to maintain the superficial peace behind the scenes, so you don't want to make trouble for His Highness?"

Song Qingyuan thought that you knew him thoroughly, but he didn't show it on his face. He took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened, and shook his head in silence.

He didn't even care about seeing him like this, and continued to be persuasive, "This king can help His Highness ascend to Yanyun's throne."

Lian Ti's tone was full of temptation, but Song Qingyuan's face was still calm and breezy, "There is no free lunch in this world." He raised his eyes and continued: "I believe that Mobei Wang Bi I understand this better."

"Oh?" Lian asked without answering.

"I don't have anything comparable to the value of the throne to pay the king, so I still thank the king for his kindness."

"That's not necessarily true." Lianti leaned forward.

"Israel matters to others..." Song Qingyuan recalled for him calmly.

"The beauty is fading and the love is galloping." Lian Timan didn't care.

"No." Song Qingyuan said narrowly, "It's good to do things to others with color."

These two sentences are not different in Lian Ti's eyes, "Tsk, they are almost the same, but this king doesn't mean that." He sat back with some regret, and his tone was subtle: "What does this king think, His Royal Highness the third prince of Yanyun, Is it someone with great talent?"

Song Qingyuan clutched the hem of his clothes calmly, his face remained the same, "The king is absurd."

Lian Ti showed an unrealistic smile, glanced out the window, and changed the subject neatly, "I'm going to Daxiangguo Temple soon, Your Highness, go in and have a look?"

Song Qingyuan nodded, and the carriage stopped in front of the solemn main entrance of Daxiangguo Temple under Jiang Duo's surprised eyes.

Seeing distinguished guests, a young novice at the gate of the temple hurried over and led them through the Dasan gate and entered the pagoda courtyard by another road.

"Your Highness, please come here with the little monk. There are many benefactors who came to worship the Buddha today. I am afraid that there will be some crowded roads from the Vajra Hall."

The main hall in the middle of the pagoda courtyard is tall and majestic, and there is a gold-plated bronze seated statue of the third Buddha enshrined in it.After Lianti entered the pagoda courtyard, he found a hut for pilgrims to rest and went to have tea.

Song Qingyuan knew that most Mobei people didn't believe in Buddhism, so he didn't care.He raised his hand and touched the golden silk clam lapel engraved with lotus patterns on his chest, and stepped into the main hall.

There is only one old monk kneeling on a futon in the hall, wearing a sea-blue half-worn cassock, with a thin figure.Hearing the sound at the door, he turned around, put his hands together, and said with a smile: "Song Xiaoyou, long time no see."

Song Qingyuan also showed a smile, nodded slightly, and before the monk in front of him got up, he waved his hands quickly, "I don't plan to take refuge because I don't have a relationship with Buddha."

Seeing this, the monk really showed a little disappointed expression, "The monks don't lie, my little friend is really very Buddha-nature."

The monk in front of him is the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, whose Dharma name is "Nianci".

Song Qingyuan met Zen Master Nianci at a temple fair.Master Nianci was lecturing in the hall, and during a break, he heard a Buddhist gatha casually recited by him and Jiang Duo, which just solved a puzzle that had troubled him for a long time.Although Song Qingyuan explained many times afterwards that this sentence was just what he heard, Zen Master Nianci still believed that he had a great connection with Buddha.

Song Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and explained to Master Nianci again, "I really don't have a relationship with Buddha, it's just that I was lucky enough to hear a Buddhist gatha from the master."

Zen Master Nianci had an inscrutable expression on his face, and asked, "Then why has this old monk never heard of it?"

Song Qingyuan was persuasive and persuasive, "Not all the people in this world who can speak the most reasonable and famous words are great Confucian scholars. Traffickers and pawns can also understand Taoism."

Zen Master Nianci chanted "Amitabha Buddha" and shook his head, obviously insisting on his point of view on Xiaoyou.

Song Qingyuan didn't make much excuses, and mentioned another matter: "To tell the truth, Master, I came here today because I want to ask Master for help."

"What's the matter?" Zen Master Nianci looked at Song Qingyuan curiously.

Song Qingyuan turned his head, Jiang Duo who was standing outside the door hurried in, took out a folded paper from his arms, and handed it to Master Nianci respectfully.

Master Nian Ci got the paper, unfolded it and looked at it for a long time, then reached out to touch the ink on the paper, and gave Song Qingyuan a puzzled look.

"What does the master think of this paper?"

Although Master Nianci was puzzled, he still answered seriously: "Zhongpin."

Song Qingyuan asked again: "What if it is for ordinary students to copy and write?"

"Enough." Nian Ci nodded.

Song Qingyuan smiled and said, "There just happens to be a batch of paper here. Then please donate it to poor students in the name of Xiangguo Temple, Master."

Master Nian Ci looked at Song Qingyuan in shock, "Could it be...that this paper was made by His Highness?"

Song Qingyuan nodded, without concealing anything, and confessed the paper's manufacturing process and cost.

There was silence in the hall, and it took a long time for Master Nian Ci's trembling voice to be heard.

"Goodness! Great kindness! It is truly a blessing for all people to have such a broad mind, Your Highness!"

Song Qingyuan was not used to it, and shook his head, "I just have a chance, and the only way I can do it now is to donate the paper I make, but if I want to spread this cheap paper, I need the help of the master."

Thinking of the current situation of the person opposite, Nian Ci couldn't help but sigh with regret, if there is enough freedom for Song Xiaoyou to play, I don't know what kind of things will benefit the people.

The author says:

Jiang Duo: Thank you very much. If we don’t find a way out, the village will be full of papers.