Red Mansion Aesthetics Debris Flow

Chapter 39 The Prince

After the Lantern Festival in the fourth year of the Tianli calendar, it was rumored that the sage sent a special observation envoy to visit the south of the Yangtze River privately in micro-clothes, to secretly investigate the officials of various states and governments, and to rectify the administration of officials.

It was rumored that the unannounced visitor was Situ Lang, the loyal and obedient prince who was known as the King of Northern Xinjiang and went to the battlefield to fight against the Tatars at the age of 12.This person acted absurdly, and he was used to being unscrupulous and rebellious. This unannounced visit was even more difficult to find.

In the summer of the fourth year of calendar, Prince Zhongchun, the adopted son of the sage who went out to Beijing to visit famous mountains and rivers and searched for famous doctors, returned to Beijing regretfully, but was unable to find a doctor.When the nobles in Beijing heard that he could not speak, they all sighed with emotion.Hou Zhongchun couldn't bear the sage and empress to summon him every time, and was heartbroken because of his dumbness, so he turned to live in seclusion and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the fifth year of the Tianli calendar, Zhanqiu agreed, and Lin Zhanyang began to work as a boy.

In the same year, the Tatars in northern Xinjiang invaded again, and Zhongshun left Beijing to quell the chaos.

At the same time, several officials in the frontiers of the south of the Yangtze River fell one after another overnight. Anyone with a heart can see that all of them were people who had a close relationship with the former prince and the current Yizhong Prince.

Over the next year, Lin Zhanyang had already passed the three examinations of the county court and was admitted as a student.

Yangzhou Xuezheng was grateful that he came from a scholarly family with a long history of family education, and he himself could be regarded as young and promising, with a good character, so he recommended him to Yangzhou Fuxue with a first-class evaluation.

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In the early morning, Dongjun was not driving, and the morning dew was cold.

Accompanied by melodious wind chimes, a simple and low-key carriage slowly drove through Suzaku Street, and there seemed to be only dull wheels rolling on the quiet street.

Naturally, this was not the case in the imperial capital in the past few years. Usually, as soon as the sun was shining, the peddlers in the south and north of the city were already busy, setting up stalls on both sides of the avenue, preparing for a new day of living.

But now, the situation is different.

At the beginning of the year, the sage Chun Wei was frightened, and after he came back, he couldn't sleep at night for no reason. Even though the imperial doctor prescribed prescriptions to help him fall asleep, he still couldn't sleep well.In desperation, he went to Qin Tianjian, only to find out that it was a dream of a confused star, a crime in the Palace of Evil Diseases, in short, a large set of complicated prayers, and a curfew in the imperial capital for half a year, with less banquets and entertainment.It's amazing to say that after such a strict implementation, the saint's insomnia has indeed been cured slowly.

Now that this is the curfew that has only just been lifted, it is not incomprehensible that we cannot go back to the original noise that was as bright as daylight all night long.

In half a year, the situation has changed a lot.

For example, this Suzaku Avenue has been completely repainted. It was replaced a year ago. How can it be so smooth and beautiful, with the wheels running on it, without any bumps?

This is thanks to the loyal prince who "is not in the capital, but his legend is circulating in the capital".This old man likes to tinker with some rare and fresh things all day long. Before that, he tossed this thing called "cement" from a strange foreign doctor to pave the way.

Another example is the former prince, such a person who was held on the tip of his heart by the Holy One.Back then, when the limelight was in full swing, even a commoner in Dousheng knew that all the princes and relatives in the palace were worth less than a word from the former prince.

The old man Xu who sells tofu in the east of the city, his favorite thing in the past was smoking a hookah and talking about his mouth, bragging about the experience when the prince was a child, the sage carried the prince to his father's tofu stand to eat bean curd.

Prince, this is not for nothing.

People in the capital are well-informed, and they all know that the prince and the saint had a sudden quarrel a few years ago, impulsively asked to abolish the prince, and even said, "The Situ family has no habit of setting up a prince. Live to see the day when this person is replaced!" Such a heartbreaking statement.Wouldn't that father fall down with anger?But in less than a month, the sage has added the title of "Prince Yizhong" personally, what kind of indulgence and grace is this?

But no matter how gracious a son is, now he is only left with a title, confined and abandoned.In the past Qianqiu Sui, Cold Food Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival, at the beginning, some people tentatively asked the deposed prince to come out to "remember the family relationship"...Then these passbooks were all pulled out by the sage to beat the board.

Well, now everyone knows that the saint is determined, and the deposed prince is completely chilled.

The old man Xu in the east of the city didn't talk about the old story of buying bean curd. He only sneered when he heard in the teahouse that Mr. Shu boasted about how the saint praised a certain prince and a certain prince:

"Grace, grace, it's grace now, decades ago, when I was old and young, it was favor!"

With a light roll of the wheel, the driver's skill is extremely superb, and he avoided a pond lightly and skillfully.

The plain white and green wind chime hanging by the car door made a particularly crisp sound with a big swing.The coachman looked carefully to make sure that the wind chime was not stained with any dirt, and it was still as clean as ever. Then he was relieved, and the hand holding the rein became much more stable.

This is the most important item of the master, and he wipes it himself every day. If he accidentally neglects it, he will not be able to compensate ten of them.

On the second floor of the tea house, the young man who had just returned to Beijing from other places to visit the Chongyang Ninth Festival looked away and curiously asked the friend who greeted him on the opposite side: "When will such inferior people be allowed to pass on Zhuque Street?"

The friend's eyelids twitched, and he quickly explained: "You just returned to Beijing to report on your work. I don't know that the limelight in Beijing has changed a lot in the past few years. This carriage looks so low-key, but you can tell by listening to the wind chime...the whole capital is unique. The car of the loyal and pure prince."

"Zhongchun? The one who is dumb? Doesn't this... mean that he lives reclusively and doesn't see people much?"

"It's less time to go out, but if he doesn't go out, it's enough. Once he goes out, something big will happen!"

"what?"

"This lord... looked forward to the gentle and amiable one, but after suffering that unreasonable disaster... Hey, there are some things I can't explain too clearly, as long as you understand, he is now spreading a saying in private, called 'The evil star offends Langchen, if there is no blood, he will not return'."

"Hey! This statement is too fierce."

"In short, if you want us idle dandies, stay away from such a fierce god like him. If you provoke Prince Zhongshun, you will lose face at most. At worst, don't accept him as a child prostitute... If you provoke him, I'm afraid that you will lose face in the future." Can't see you anymore."

"Okay, okay, thanks to my friend's reminder, I almost said it out of my mouth!"

The two looked at each other, and Ju felt that his whole body was chilly, so he quickly lowered his head and drank a cup of hot tea to warm up.

The two were whispering, how did they know that their words had already flowed into the carriage with the breeze in this quiet morning?

Lu Cheng raised his head cautiously, and looked at the master who was leaning against the window, holding a piece of white jade cake, as if he was in deep thought.

This... must have been heard.

Looking at the master's appearance, it's obvious that he doesn't mind, yes, who wouldn't mind if he was treated as a lone star of the sky, a fierce god and a bully?Thinking about it, Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel a little cowardly.

He is a little bit, watching the owner grow from nothing to rely on, and manage to stand up like this now.

"Master, do you want me to send someone to warn them?" Lu Cheng knew it. Although the master was tough, he was not violent.

If it were any royal relative who was as honorable as the master, it would be unnecessary to think about being poked at the bone and pointed at the back, and arrested and lynched in the mansion. Even if it spread, no one would think Cruel—the next offender, the prince can speculate and slander at will?

But rather...

Yu Junci opened his eyes, as if awakened from a deep dream suddenly interrupted.He was stunned for a while before looking up at Lu Cheng, trying to understand what the "warning them" in his words meant.

He shook his head nonchalantly.

Sure enough, that's the case again!

"But they speak so disrespectfully to the master and comment on the emperor's relatives at will, at least they can teach them a lesson and be alert! Master, don't worry, Lu Cheng won't have much time to make gestures with the hidden guards."

Lu Cheng couldn't help feeling aggrieved and distressed.

The master was fascinated when he heard it just now, but now, he still chooses to bear it silently!

Yu Junci couldn't understand why he was so excited about what he was doing. He frowned, raised the pen that was always at hand and wrote: "It's nothing, the most important thing is to go to Liuren Garden, don't delay."

Lu Cheng was helpless.

Seeing Yu Junci hesitated for a while, then wrote below:

"It's been half a month, and Zhan Yang still hasn't sent a letter?"

Lu Cheng silently looked at this line of handwriting that seemed to be particularly strong on the back of the paper for some reason, and explained with a light cough:

"Master, when Mr. Lin sent a letter half a month ago, didn't he say that he had been accepted by the government school? You know, Yangzhou Prefecture School is the only school in Jiangning Province, and it has always been strictly managed. If you go in, don't worry about the scholarly family. , or some meritorious people, they only get one day off to go home every ten days. Because of this, there are so many talented people, and the Jinshi who come out every new year can leave other state capitals far behind..."

As Lu Cheng said, he looked at his master in wonder.

As a personal bodyguard, he certainly doesn't pay attention to the situation of the government schools in a province in the south of the Yangtze River. Now he knows so much about the government schools in Yangzhou... It's all because before, the master asked them to collect all the students in the south of the Yangtze River since Young Master Lin started taking the children's test. Analyzing the school information one by one, especially focusing on the key inspections near Jiangning——forcing him to remember a lot.

But on the other hand, even the things he remembers, the owner who has no reason to have a photographic memory will not remember them, so he should come and remind him.

Could it be that the mind was spent too much during this period of time, and I forgot for a while?

Yu Junci pursed his lips unnaturally, and his eyes were a little lost.

Lu Cheng is right, there is only one day off in a ten-year period... Then he should go back to the city to accompany his kind-hearted niece, gentle and respectful elder brother, and that clear and understanding teacher.

Just when the young Prince Yu was about to purse his lips until his lips turned white, the regular music of the wind chimes outside the carriage was disrupted.

"Master, Mr. Lin has a letter." As soon as Lu Cheng heard it, he knew that it was Xu Lin's boring gourd who was in charge of sorting out information from the hidden guards.

From Lu Cheng's point of view, the driver's astonishment "Hey, get out of the way!" and Yu Junci's eyes that instantly lit up were two things that happened almost simultaneously.

Even when the coachman's voice fell, a thin piece of paper was just sent out of the gap between the curtains of the car with light work.

There are two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes above:

"Stop, go in."

What about the saying "the most important thing is not to be delayed"?

The author has something to say: Wow, sorry for updating so late today

I surrender, the plot has not been straightened out before, and I fell into the burnout period procrastination attack, plus I can’t stop brushing Weibo, I only started writing at 8 o’clock_(:з」∠)_