Food for the people

Chen Cong sincerely raised his worries, but he also knew that it was impossible for him and Sanqi to come up with a solution if they were dead.

In Chen Hue's heart, his prince and Mr. Qiao have become mandarin ducks separated by sticks, which makes people feel sad and indignant, but the stick is held by the queen mother, so he can't help but hope that his prince Can there be any solution.

But thinking about it, Chen Cong felt that this matter was too difficult and a bit difficult to handle.

It is true that the empress dowager loves his prince, but there are three ways to be unfilial and have no heirs. This is a problem that the common people are particularly fond of, and the royal family is even more unavoidable. If the queen dote on her prince again, it is impossible for him to marry A man came back.

At the beginning, Meng Shangshu's family was only an elder sister, and everyone knew that the chaos was upside down, not to mention that it was the current queen mother who was blocking it.

By the way, there is an emperor beside the empress dowager, if the emperor finds out about it, Mr. Qiao's life may be in danger.

The more Chen Cong thought about it, the more difficult it became. It was difficult to make Mr. Qiao like his prince, and it was even more difficult to make Mr. Qiao marry the prince who was married to the palace.

Before he finished sighing, a servant knocked on the door and shouted: "Why are you hiding here? The prince is looking for it, go quickly."

Sanqi and him looked at each other, and hurriedly ran to find Lu Jincheng.

Chen Huo took another look at his prince's face when he entered the door. Although his face was expressionless, he didn't look anxious, and there was no incense burning in the room, which meant that he was not in a bad mood at the moment. From this point of view, he Maybe the prince of the family has a way to solve it?

It would be great if that were the case.

"What's the matter? You two have had such a long talk, and there's nothing else to do?" Lu Jincheng asked without raising his head when he heard the two come in.

Chen Kui saw that his prince was not only calm but still venomous, he was satisfied, and replied: "My lord, I just heard from Sanqi that Eunuch Fu just came to pass on the Queen Mother's edict, and let the lord enter the palace for a banquet the day after tomorrow?"

Lu Jincheng looked up at Sanqi, and said, "Your gossip spreads quickly."

Sanqi chuckled, and realized that Lu Jincheng's words did not mean to blame, and said with a smile: "The prince has already sent him to help Mr. Qiao, so we must talk to him first about such a big matter."

Lu Jincheng glanced at him again: "You know again?"

Sanqi glanced at Chen Cong, and said honestly: "My lord, in fact, we all know."

Lu Jincheng didn't ask them what they knew, and said, "Since you know, keep your mouth shut. If the news leaks out, I'll take you for questioning."

Chen Kui was under a lot of pressure when he heard it, but he said firmly: "Don't worry, my lord, the little one will definitely not say a word."

Sanqi was preempted, and hurriedly followed behind to express his position: "Sanqi will never say anything about it."

In fact, neither Sanqi nor Chen Cong knew. The reason why Lu Jincheng wanted to hide it was not because he was afraid that the queen mother would find out, but because they were worried that Qiao Yu would not be able to hide it if the queen mother found out.

This person has clear boundaries, if his thoughts are pierced at this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take a step closer.

Lu Jincheng sighed, feeling a little anxious.

However, no matter how anxious he was, he still endured it, whoever made him be tempted by his lack of thoughtfulness, who is to blame.

Thinking about it, Lu Jincheng shook the letter on his hand, took a few breaths to dry the ink marks, sealed it in an envelope, and handed it to Chen Cong.

"Go and give this to Mr. Shen. I'm not at the house these two days. If I have something to do, I'll go to Songyu Academy to find Meng Zhao, but..." Lu Jincheng paused for a moment and then remembered the Qiao Yu described by Chen Cong, as if he had never A scratching cat jumped out of his mind and scratched his heart twice, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued, "But he shouldn't be needed, go ahead."

Chen hurriedly got the order, took the letter and ran away in a hurry.

Sanqi was thinking about how the lord would leave everything to Chen Cong, when suddenly his lord looked over at him.

"Stop sticking around here, and bring a guard named Song Siming to see me."

There are many guards in the palace. Except for the personal guards next to his prince, the rest of the guards in the palace, even Sanqi, can't name them all. Hearing Lu Jincheng mention such a name, he seems to have a vague impression, but he is completely familiar with it. He was not good at people, so he didn't know what Lu Jincheng was doing to find such a person, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he answered and went to find someone.

When Song Siming saw his prince at Qiao Yu's house in the early days, he was always worried after returning to the palace, thinking that the prince would definitely ask him, but after these days, he came and went without waiting for Lu Jincheng's person, I felt that I might have thought too much, the prince didn't take him seriously, so he slowly kicked the matter out of his head.

Although he occasionally thinks about it and is very curious about what is going on with Qiao Yu and his prince now, but how can he really inquire about the gossip of the Tian family, he just secretly decides to keep this matter in his heart, unless Qiao Yu takes the initiative to bring it up in the future, otherwise Don't dare to say too much to anyone.

But if you don't mention it, you don't mention it, it's not that you really forgot, so Song Siming stood up straight when he heard that Sanqi, the servant next to the prince, came to look for him.

The guard who sent the message finished passing Sanqi's words, then leaned up to Song Siming and asked in a low voice: "Do you know what the prince is looking for you?"

Song Siming was puzzled and said that he was also at a loss. If the prince had been looking for him a few days ago, he could have guessed one or two. So why.

He shook his head very sincerely, and the guard thought he was hiding something and refused to tell, so he bumped his shoulder: "Brother, we have been working together for so long, if you have any way to become famous, you can't forget me, brother, think again , but what did you do recently to attract the attention of the prince?"

Song Siming smiled wryly, it really wasn't true, the only person he could have anything to do with the prince was Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu was Qiao Yu, so what did he have to do with him.

Song Siming's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this.

The prince looking for him could only have something to do with Qiao Yu. If the two of them are on good terms, why would the prince seek him, unless... Song Siming thought about it, and cold sweat broke out in an instant.

Could it be that Qiao Yu did something to annoy the prince!

Song Siming also ignored the guard who still wanted to inquire about the news, pushed him aside, and said, "I'm in a hurry to see the prince now, let's talk about it when I come back."

After finishing speaking, he went out non-stop and followed Sanqi.

The guard was pushed staggeringly, and another guard next to him snorted and said, "He said he didn't know what the prince wanted him for, so he obviously didn't want to tell you."

The guard who was pushed was a little annoyed, and said, "What's the matter with you, go and do your work."

The other angry stared round and round, and endured and endured so that they did not scold each other on the spot.

After leaving the Beiyuan of the palace, Song Siming couldn't help asking Sanqi in a low voice: "Little brother, do you know what the prince is looking for me for?"

The idea in his heart popped up and nodded, and he couldn't help it anymore, thinking about Qiao Yu's miserable situation over and over again, his scalp was numb and his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but want to start with Sanqi. Get some news.

Sanqi tilted his head, and replied truthfully: "I don't know, the prince only said to call you, and didn't explain anything else."

He also wanted to know what the prince asked him to do.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything to ask, Song Siming changed his mind and asked, "How is the prince?"

They were about to be beaten with sticks, Sanqi felt that his prince's mood must not be much better, but he would definitely not tell Song Siming about this, turned his head and looked at Song Siming more, and found that he seemed to be just nervous. , Said: "If you are nervous, you don't need it. Although the prince is not in a good mood, it is none of your business. You just do what he wants you to do."

Song Siming: ...

Having said that, he felt that Qiao Yu was in danger.

He was so anxious that he was about to strangle his palms, he didn't dare to ask Sanqi any more, he just hoped that the prince would not be too angry later, although he was soft-spoken, he still wanted to ask Qiao Yu for a few words.

Sanqi brought him to Lu Jincheng's Linxiu Pavilion, knocked on the door twice, and after hearing the response from inside, he opened the door and brought Song Siming in, saying, "Master, I brought you here."

"Go down." Lu Jincheng said.

Sanqi responded, went out and closed the door with his backhand.

When Song Siming saw Lu Jincheng, he knelt down without saying a word. He and Lu Jincheng were very different in status, so it was appropriate to meet and salute, but when he knelt on his knees, it was obvious that he was not saluting.

Lu Jincheng looked up at him and said, "What are you doing?"

Song Siming saw that the prince really seemed to be in a bad mood, put his hands on the ground, and said: "Qiao, Qiao Yu is still young, and he doesn't care about the importance of what he says or does. If there is anything that offends the prince, please forgive him."

Lu Jincheng has seven orifices in his heart. Song Siming knew that he had misunderstood something, but he didn't expose it. Instead, he said thoughtfully, "You really care about him."

Song Siming was afraid that Lu Jincheng would add a bowl of aged sour vinegar at this time, which would make Qiao Yu's snow worse, and quickly explained: "Qiao's family was not in West Street before, and Qiao Yu moved to West Street after his parents had an accident. Yes, Qiao Yu was seriously ill when he came here, and he was about to die. Then he finally got better. My grandma saw his brother was pitiful, and when she thought of my younger sister and I, she couldn’t bear to invite him. Coming home, to me, is like a younger brother."

Lu Jincheng knew that Qiao's family was in decline, that both of Qiao Yu's parents had died, and that Qiao Yu seemed to have fallen ill before moving to West Street, but that was the news reported by spies after all, so it must not be too accurate. So he didn't know that Qiao Yu's illness had reached this stage, he squinted his eyes, and said in a more serious tone: "Be more careful."

Song Siming thought it was what he said that moved Lu Jincheng. Hearing this, he immediately shook up all of Qiao Yu's background, not even the naughty aunt of the Zhao family, and gave Lu Jincheng everything. presented.

After listening, Lu Jincheng was silent for a while, then wrinkled an ancient book in his hand in a hostile manner, and said, "Got it."

Before Song Siming could speak, he said again: "I called you here today to tell you something about him. No matter who comes out of this door, anyone who asks will rot in my stomach, remember?"

Song Siming nodded repeatedly. He didn't intend to tell anyone at first, but when he nodded, he felt that the prince's attitude seemed a bit wrong. It didn't look like he was angry with Qiao Yu, but rather that he was secretly protecting him.

Before he could figure it out, Lu Jincheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go back. Don't talk too much about today's matter in front of him."

"Don't worry, my lord." Song Siming nodded again, still a little uneasy, and asked tentatively, "Your lord is not angry with Qiao Yu, is he?"

Lu Jincheng twitched his lips and said, "When did I tell you that I was angry with him?"

Song Siming: ...