The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

On the way back to Zhang's Mansion, Zhao Lingyun was worrying about how to tell Jiang Mingyue after the melon went home.

"Wow melon, this kid, he is a good person, but his brain is not good," Zhao Lingyun said to Wu San.

Wu San asked: "Since you think the winter melon is stupid, how did you choose winter melon when you chose the companion? Oh, if the winter melon was chosen by the old man for you, then I didn’t Asked."

Zhao Lingyun: "I chose it myself. When I chose the small servant, there were six or seven rows of people in the yard. As a result, only two people knew to smile at me. One was winter melon and the other was gourd. Then I didn’t choose him. Who do I choose?"

Wu San: "Everyone is straight-faced?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Yeah, I haven't figured out how to understand how the group of people saw me follow the funeral."

Wu San: "..."

But they laughed at you, but they weren't that great.

At this moment, the gourd shouted to Zhao Lingyun from behind: "Master."

Zhao Lingyun said impatiently: "What's wrong with you?"

The gourd hand pointed to the side of the road and said, "Wang Shunzi."

"Huh?" Zhao Lingyun looked at the gourd's fingers. Wang Shunzi was standing on the curb with two oil paper bags in his hand.

"It's so late, are you still out to buy food?" Zhao Lingyun asked immediately.

Wang Shunzi bowed and saluted Zhao Lingyun.

Zhao Lingyun stopped the horse and said to Wu San, "Let me see what he bought to eat."

Wu San nodded and said yes.

Zhao Lingyun got off his horse and walked to Wang Shunzi's a few steps.

Wu San was also the one who saw Zhao Lingque, the second son of King Ronglin, enter the palace, so at this moment, Wang Shunzi, the chief administrator of the King's Palace, would stand on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Wu San knew the answer. This is what King Fu wanted to ask. But it was clear in his heart that Wu San pretended that he didn't know anything. There were some things, unless Shangfeng told them, otherwise, don't touch them.

Zhao Lingyun looked around, pointed to the oil-paper bag Wang Shunzi was carrying, and said, "What is it?"

Wang Shunzi: "My prince wants to eat roast chicken, so the younger one can't run away and buy two."

Zhao Lingyun: "Come on, give me one."

Wang Shunzi handed a roast chicken to Zhao Lingyun, and asked in a low voice, "Master, my prince heard that the second son of Ronglin Palace has entered the palace?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Your prince has been locked up in the palace. Is the news so well-informed?"

Wang Shunzi smiled at Zhao Lingyun.

"Oh, that's not right, this is your prince's question, or," Zhao Lingyun tilted his head to the east.

Wang Shunzi: "I care about it all."

Zhao Lingyun is not very energetic. If you want to ask about Zhao Lingque, the prince, you can send someone to ask. What are you going to do with King Fu? Are you afraid that your brother won't help you?

Wang Shunzi: "As soon as the second son entered the city, he got news over there."

Zhao Lingyun: "It's not about keeping anyone secret. The second son of Ronglin Palace, I have seen a real person in front of the palace gate, he is just a child."

Wang Shunzi: "It was An Yuan Hou Ye who escorted him into the palace?"

Zhao Lingyun curled his lips and said, "What you are asking, there is nothing wrong with my father-in-law, he is just following orders."

Wang Shunzi hurriedly said, "Does it mean the sage?"

Zhao Lingyun: "The guard of the second son is the soldiers under my father-in-law. Without the imperial decree, which soldier can enter the gate of the capital? This is still the night."

Wang Shunzi nodded, and said, "That's what the big master said."

Zhao Lingyun: "It was Chen Jinzhong who came out to welcome him."

Wang Shunzi: "Oh."

Zhao Lingyun: "Oh, what are you doing? Be content, you don't want to think about it, if the prince of the sage sends out the palace to greet you?"

Wang Shunzi stopped speaking, which was even more terrible. When Zhao Lingxiao's group of people entered Beijing, they didn't enter the palace overnight, there was no high-ranking general to guard them, and the Saint did not send anyone to greet them.

At this moment, Zhao Lingyun turned his head and saw Wu San’s gang of Huang Chengsi. They didn’t look at him or Wang Shunzi. Zhao Lingyun whispered to Wang Shunzi again: "You can persuade your prince, this matter is with him. It's ok."

Wang Shunzi grimaced, "Master, how can the younger persuade the prince?"

Zhao Lingyun sighed, Fu Wang was crazy when he met the prince, and he didn't know if it was a disease.

"Hey," Zhao Lingyun said suddenly: "Didn't the palace be seen by the sage? How did the people over there see the prince?"

He was not forced to death in Zhang Mansion by the old father and son Zhang Ge, and Wu San and other imperial officials. How could King Fu be imprisoned in the mansion by the sage, so he still had the opportunity to see the people in the East Palace?

Wang Shunzi lowered his voice: "It’s a minor matter. Qian Xu suddenly became ill tonight. The doctor in the palace said he was not good, so the prince asked him to go outside and ask for a doctor. In the end, the doctor who came was the one from there. ."

Zhao Lingyun: "Qianxu?"

Wang Shunzi nodded.

Qian Xu, the son of a criminal official, and the son of the former Tushan prefect Sun Hengyi. When King Fu was six years old, the King Fu, who had been rescued from the river in the Yuhuayuan, once frozen his body, but became a confidant of King Fu. Stay by the side of Fu Wang.

Zhao Lingyun licked his teeth and said: "I always see this person as unpleasant, yin and yang, and he doesn't look like a person doing things. Your prince doesn't know what kind of evil he is in, so he just eats him. "

Wang Shunzi continued to grumble.

Zhao Lingyun: "This look is an echo between inside and outside. Perform a play for the saints to watch. Your prince really believes that Qianxu is sick?"

Wang Shunzi said: "I'm sick, he is really sick too, and his body is so hot that he burns his hands."

Zhao Lingyun: "He must have deliberately made himself sick, so with his papery body, is it easier to get sick than to drink water?"

Wang Shunzi: "My prince said he was okay, and said that if Qian Xu hadn't happened to be sick, he wouldn't get the news over there."

Zhao Lingyun wanted to say, how can you be a gun for your Royal Highness, your prince is so happy? The words have reached their lips, Zhao Lingyun thought about it and didn't say it. He said this, it sounded like he was instigating the relationship between the Fu Wang and the prince.

Wang Shunzi: "Master, the little one has gone back and returned."

Zhao Lingyun: "Qianxu, you should keep your eyes on it. I'll tell you Lao Wang, but if I don't like Zhao Xilou, the facts will prove that this person is a dog."

Wang Shunzi nodded bitterly.

"Furthermore," Zhao Lingyun continued: "Just as Qianxu's body was ill twice in three days, it became boneless in the ground, but this dog can't die. Do you know what his name is?"

Wang Shunzi: "What is it called?"

Zhao Lingyun: "The scourge left for a thousand years."

Wang Shunzi's face is drooping again, what use are they saying here! As long as the prince takes Qian Xu as one day's treasure, wouldn't they be helpless?

Zhao Lingyun: "Okay, you can go back, just remember what I said."

Wang Shunzi bowed to Zhao Lingyun and ran away carrying the roast chicken.

Zhao Lingyun hugged his arms and stood on the road. The cold wind blew for a while. There was a prince in Fuwang's mansion, and he was looking for Qianxu to pick him up. This damn, Qianxu is the prince's person? when did it happen? Or, Zhao Lingyun's face gradually became gloomy in the cold wind, and it wouldn't be a play planned by the Prince Qianxu to save the blessing during the time in the Yuhuan?