Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

After pondering for a long time, Master Nianci finally spoke slowly: "In the name of the old monk, it may be feasible to make some paper for monks to copy Buddhist scriptures in the temple, and then slowly impart this papermaking method to the common people."

Song Qingyuan nodded, also thinking that this was a good idea.Most Buddhist temples now have their own industries, and it is not difficult to build a paper-making workshop.As for those aristocratic families who originally monopolized the paper industry, Xiangguo Temple only produced paper for copying Buddhist scriptures and did not sell it to outsiders. Naturally, they had no excuse to attack Xiangguo Temple.

As for promoting the art of papermaking to the common people.Song Qingyuan didn't believe that they could drive and kill all the people who had learned the art of papermaking?Even if they thought about it, would the emperor still care about it?Do you want to lose your family's reputation?

Song Qingyuan bowed to Master Nianci, "Then I will leave this matter to Master."

"Amitabha, I should be the one who thanked His Highness on behalf of the common people." Nian Ci shook his head, "However, Your Highness, have you thought about who will donate those papers?"

His own name is definitely not good, and he is really not good at naming names.

Song Qingyuan thought about the people around him...Qin Zizhen, it's fine, it's just you.

He smiled and said to Master Nianci: "Just a pilgrim named Zheng will do."

In this way, if someone with a heart searches for it in the future, they will not be able to find him.After all, what is the relationship between an unknown Zheng benefactor and Song Qingyuan?

Nian Ci responded and went out with Song Qingyuan.When he was leaving the gate of the main hall, he suddenly asked: "Is Your Highness willing to do this?"

Song Qingyuan paused, then stepped out of the hall, and smiled, "Everyone's situation is different, what's the point of being willing?"

Nian Ci recited the Buddha's name and watched him go away.

If he is not reconciled, he does have it.It was as if he had just traveled through time and found that he was holding a handful of corn seeds in his hand.Although he didn't know the reason, but thinking of the hungry people who appeared on the side of the road from time to time, he did have the ambition to do something great.But he soon discovered that his situation did not allow him to display his talents.

But what's the use of not being reconciled.He has long understood that for a person who cannot help himself, his emotions, anger and ambitions are the least important things in this world.

"Why did your Highness take so long to worship a Buddha?"

Just as Song Qingyuan entered the dormitory, he heard this sentence.He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Lian Ti reclining on the futon, looking at him with a smile.

"In Buddhist temples, you don't have to be so mean." Song Qingyuan glanced at him.

Lian Ti stood up and walked towards him nonchalantly, "I have good intentions, and I am worried that the wolves in this mountain will take His Highness away."

"There are no wolves in Daxiangguo Temple."

"That's not sure?" Lian Ti shook his head.

Song Qingyuan was too lazy to continue arguing with him over such a childish question, so he waved his hand, "Where are we going next?"

"Naturally, I went to visit Fragrant Hills to enjoy the flowers." Lian Ti walked out of the door, turning his head to motion for him to follow.

This line is mainly for sightseeing.Therefore, as soon as the carriage reached the foot of the mountain, Lian Ti ordered the driver to stop.Several people walked up the mountain.

It's just that before halfway up the mountain, Song Qingyuan's fragile body fell off the chain.Lian Ti looked at the pale face of the people next to him, and frowned, "If I knew it earlier, I would have asked the coachman to drive the carriage up."

Song Qingyuan waved his hands, supported the tree and panted slightly.He didn't feel how tired he was, and the amount of exercise he did now was no more than one-fifth of what he did in his previous life.It's just that this physical foundation is too bad, and I can't do anything about it.

"You don't look thin, why are you so tired after a while?" Lian Ti asked hesitantly, and ordered the following boy to bring some honey and handed it to Song Qingyuan.

Jiang Duo wanted to explain to His Highness, but before he opened his mouth, he closed his mouth under the signal of Song Qingyuan's eyes.

Song Qingyuan took the honey and threw it into his mouth casually.

"Just go to the front and rest for a while, the scenery over there is not bad."

Song Qingyuan followed Lian Ti's eyes and saw that hidden behind the trees was a large grassland with many colorful flowers blooming in the grass.He nodded and walked behind Lian Ti.

"We Huye people have learned to fight from the day we were born. My throne was snatched from several uncles."

Lian Ti fell on the grass with his head up, and motioned Song Qingyuan to lie down and feel it, "So I'm not afraid of anyone coming to fight, and I won't secretly engage in some dirty tricks just because I'm afraid of anyone. If he has the ability, he can come and snatch it." .”

Song Qingyuan didn't struggle, just sat down and leaned against the tree trunk beside him, not forgetting to change a more comfortable position for himself, and there was a boundless blue sky in front of him.The sky and the earth are so big, his heart also opened up, and a gust of wind blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants.

He smiled and said softly: "But I really don't care about power at all."

"Your Highness is not as willing as it seems on the surface, is it? This king can give you freedom and let you do whatever you want."

"Maybe the king of Mobei will be disappointed." Song Qingyuan brushed away the fallen leaves from his shoulders.

Lian Ti stretched out his hand to pick up a section of grass buds, held it to his mouth and blew it, and the grass branches made a humming sound.He smiled indifferently, and said, "The day after tomorrow will be the autumn hunting, what preparations does His Highness have?"

"No." Song Qingyuan shook his head.

These words were not perfunctory, he did not make any preparations for this autumn hunt.For this body, there is no need to prepare except for more medicine.

As for Yan Yun's face... Emperor Hongde didn't invite his father at all.I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to recognize Yan Yun's legal status, or because he is afraid of losing face to Yan Yun.

After returning to the mansion, Song Qingyuan saw Qin Zizhen who had been waiting for a long time.The investigation into the envoy who sent the letter of credence to the Southern Zhou Dynasty has already yielded results.

"Those people set off to return to Yanyun the day after handing over the credentials to His Highness. There was nothing unusual. Only the shopkeeper who brought them food every day said that a guest seemed to be away from the post one day. No matter how much he knocked on the door that morning, there was no answer."

"Have you ever asked about that person's appearance?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"The store only said that the man was about medium height, with a scar around his left eye, and he looked a bit fierce." Qin Zizhen frowned, "I don't know that there is such a person in Yanyun."

Song Qingyuan also nodded in agreement, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Jiang Duo standing aside as if thinking. "What's wrong? Jiang Duo."

Jiang Duo said hesitantly, "Young one... I seem to have seen this person before."

"Where is it?" Qin Zizhen was a little excited.

"Young one... The little one once sneaked into the vicinity of the eldest prince's mansion, and saw a person who looked like this enter the palace without being notified."

Jiang Duo's words were veiled, but Song Qingyuan understood the reason in a second.

On the surface, Jiang Duo's father was beheaded for embezzling disaster relief funds, but in fact he was pulled out by King Yan as a tool for his eldest son to take the blame.The embezzlement case of disaster relief funds took only half a month from trial to conviction, and the purpose was to conceal the truth that Song Qizhen was the real mastermind.Otherwise, just relying on a fourth-rank Taifu Shaoqing, how could he have such courage.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Jiang Duo to hold hatred for Song Qizhen in his heart and want to avenge the whole clan.

Song Qingyuan signaled Qin Zizhen not to talk too much with his eyes, and said slowly: "Except for him, no one wants my life so urgently."

Qin Zizhen showed doubts, "If the eldest prince instructed, why did he give up so easily?"

This person's behavior of leaving Huijing without waiting for the servants in the house to do it is really puzzling.Song Qingyuan said disapprovingly: "It's just a random try, it's a bloody profit, and it's not a loss if you fail."

"The candidates who came to the capital this time were all arranged by the King of Yan. Song Qizhen dare not let the King of Yan know about it. Since this person is secretly acting without telling others, he can only do it himself." Song Qingyuan tapped the desktop, "Jiang Duo, you just need to find out who stayed at the house that day."

Jiang Duo received the order and was about to leave when Song Qingyuan continued to order: "Tomorrow, you will send all the paper made in the village to Master Nianci at Daxiangguo Temple, and everything will be arranged by Master Nianci."

After arranging all the matters, Song Qingyuan walked to the bedroom, looked at the familiar decorations in the room, sighed, and clearly realized that even if he was willing to be a proton doing nothing, those who hated him would not let it go .

Early the next morning, Jiang Duo came to report the results of the search.

"There were seven people who didn't return home that night, and they were..."

Song Qingyuan interrupted Jiang Duo's report, "Exclude those who have no relatives in Huijing."

"Then there are only three people left." Jiang Duo replied immediately.

"When did these three people leave the house?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the person sweeping the front hall left at sunset. The rest of them are Xu San and Liu Da, and they left before noon." Jiang Duo answered quickly, obviously checking the matter thoroughly. Chu.

Song Qingyuan hummed, and ordered: "Bring the two of you up."

After a while, a strong servant brought the two of them up.

As soon as he entered the door, a man with a gray complexion knelt down, kowtowed and crawled towards Song Qingyuan's feet, "Your Highness, please spare the little one, the little one is also fascinated by ghosts for a while!"

The servant next to him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed him to prevent him from disturbing His Highness.

The man's arms were bound, and he did not forget to defend himself loudly, "The little one has a seriously ill old lady at home, and the little one made the mistake because of being forced to do nothing. Your Highness is blessed, and you are safe and sound. Please forgive me." Let's take the little one this time."

Song Qingyuan grabbed Jiang Duo, who was furious, and asked him aloud: "So that person gave you money to poison your king?"①

Seeing Song Qingyuan's gentle tone, he thought His Highness was willing to forgive him, so he said with tears in his eyes, "My old lady is seriously ill, and the little one has no money to treat her. This is why I was fascinated by ghosts for a while, so I should accept his trick!"

"Do you know who that person is?"

"The little one doesn't know! The little one doesn't know! The little one is just fascinated by ghosts for a while." Liu Da's forehead was knocked on the bluestone ground, and blood had already been saved from his temples. Coupled with his crying appearance, he looked quite miserable .

"The king told you, that person is my Prince Yanyun's staff member. He just came to Huijing, and he is not familiar with the place, how did he find you?" Song Qingyuan's tone was faint, and he seemed to be very confused by this.

Liu Da suddenly changed his face, and said in a dull tone: "The villain...the villain doesn't know either."

"Tell me, where did he find you?" Song Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged.

"Yes, it's in the casino..." Liu Da knew that there was no possibility of being forgiven today, so he collapsed on the ground in despair.

"This king gave you a lot of monthly silver, and you must have put the money for buying medicine for your mother on the gambling table." Song Qingyuan gave him a condescending look, turned around, and motioned to the people on the side The guard said, "Put him down and execute him. As for his mother's situation, if it is true, we will send money from the treasury."

When the truth came to light, the crowd dispersed, and the servant who had escorted him spat at him, angrily saying, "I don't think about your old lady when I usually gamble, but I know how to be filial when I murder His Highness!"

Jiang Duo caught up with Song Qingyuan in the corridor, still looking out of anger, "It's still too cheap for him to do so!"

Song Qingyuan laughed, "What? Am I going to cut him into pieces?"

"That's how it should be!" Jiang Duo gritted his teeth, "However, why does His Highness look so nonchalant?"

Song Qingyuan didn't care much, and said casually: "You don't need to be angry about unnecessary things, and don't let your emotions control you. It's the same with other things. If you can solve it, try to solve it, and if you can't solve it, try to accept it. What's the use of being angry?"

Jiang Duo nodded with a vague understanding.

"Okay, come with me to see if everything is ready for autumn hunting tomorrow."

The author says:

①It is not a problem for Song Qingyuan to call himself "the king".Although his father is King Yan, he is Yan Yun's third prince.But in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, his status was equivalent to the prince of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, so he could also call himself "the king", but it was still different from the "king" mentioned by Lian--