Jian Xun had just settled the injured when Doctor Zhang forcibly held him down.
The old doctor had a serious look on his face, completely ignoring how much the prince valued this person named Jian, and just asked Jian Xunyou to be more careful from the perspective of a doctor.
Skin injuries are indeed easy to recover from, but Jian Xun's status as a bodyguard is there. If he continues to show off and go on errands, he will probably have to trouble his old bones.
Jian Xun all agreed, turned around and started walking in the yard, ready to use a knife or a gun.
After lying on the bed for so long, he felt like he was going moldy.
He held the sword in his hand, unsheathed the sword, and raised his hand to swing it when he heard a violent cough coming from behind him.
Doctor Zhang's cloudy old eyes were like hawks at this moment. He stood in front of the window and scolded him: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has ordered you to get well soon. Master Jian, please don't cause trouble for me."
Jian Xun's hands froze, and he couldn't help it. He put the knife back calmly.
"I know."
He responded and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, holding the knife and wondering what he was thinking.
Fu Jinghe couldn't see the boy's injury, and the window behind him was closed by Doctor Zhang. Jian Xun breathed a sigh of relief.
He tapped the scabbard lightly and felt that the wounds on his body were almost healed.
Jian Xun has always been rough-skinned and thick-skinned. From the beginning of his martial arts training to the present, he has suffered numerous injuries, large and small, and they will usually heal in two or three days, so he doesn't take these injuries too seriously.
But when he thought that Shen San said that the prince personally bandaged his wounds and continued to look after him, Jian Xun's movements became stiff.
He was sitting on a stone bench to rest, and suddenly there was the sound of flapping wings above his head. When he looked up, he saw a blue-feathered pigeon flapping its wings and swooping towards him.
The pointed beak seemed to be aimed at his face.
Jian Xun raised his hand in confusion, and the little peacock reflexively landed on his arm.
However, after falling, he realized what he had done. He climbed up to Jian Xun's shoulder with persistence and pecked the end of Jian Xun's hanging hair several times.
Jian Xun: "?"
Why does this little guy look like he has a deep grudge against him?
But Jian Xun no longer had the time to think about such trivial matters. He was even more anxious to see Xiu Yun's reply to him.
He raised his hand to guide the pigeon down, and took out the letter from the mailbox next to his paw. When he did this, Jian Xun realized that the mailbox seemed to have been replaced and was more than twice the size of the previous one.
This letter was different from the previous short piece of silk paper. The fine rice paper was folded entirely and rolled into a cylinder. It was difficult for Jian Xun to take it out.
His breathing quickened slightly and he hurriedly opened the rice paper, Xiu Yun's familiar handwriting opened before his eyes.
"Zhan Xinjia."
"The moonlight is very beautiful today, the ink is stained with silver clouds, and the writing is warm."
Jian Xun's face gradually softened as he browsed the content of the letter. Xiu Yun rambled on in the letter about his trip to Chengdu. He said that he wanted to stay longer, what snacks he had eaten today, what scenery he saw, and what rumors he heard. The person didn't seem to think carefully when writing, and just wrote casually.
It is common for parents to have shortcomings, but Xiuyun put these things down on paper and explained them to Jian Xun.
There were no nauseating words of love, but it was like a ball of cotton wool stuffed into Jian Xun's heart, and the thoughts he had felt for the past few days were temporarily suppressed.
"I know Mr. Jian is not good at words. I don't want anything else. I just want to know how Mr. Jian is doing these days."
"Let the little peacock come and see me more."
Seeing the last sentence, Jian Xun blushed, always thinking I feel like I'm putting the cart before the horse a little bit.
At first, he thought that Fei Ge was sending the letter to learn more about Xiu Yun's current situation, but he hesitated every time he wrote back. He didn't know how to write to express his thoughts, and he was afraid that the messy writing would bore Xiu Yun.
In the end, only a few words were left.
Xiu Yun's ordinary and plain narration was like a small hook, making Jian Xun's heart itch. He wanted to tell Xiu Yun all the details of his journey in Jiangcheng.
It's like they've never been apart.
He was so ashamed that he put the letter in his arms and held it close to his heart. He hugged the little peacock and went to find paper and pen.
The courtyard was peaceful and peaceful, but the whole temporary prince's residence seemed to be brewing a storm silently.
Pei Yan walked out of the temporary Prince's Mansion in a daze. Only then did he realize that he was being abused by the Prince for thanking him so perfunctorily.
His expression suddenly became very strange, with a mix of surprise and joy, as if he knew for the first time that he still had this strange masochistic tendency, and the prince was finally willing to let him go, even bowing his head slightly.
But the more this happened, the more Pei Yan understood that he had already lost in this game with the prince, but strangely, he didn't feel very angry.
He played with the folding fan and went down the stairs, when he saw Jiang Xingsong coming in a hurry, with cold sweat on his face and something like a book in his hand.
The two of them bumped into each other head on. Jiang Xingsong still remembered that Pei Yan had a prominent family background, so he stopped suddenly and exchanged a few words with Pei Yan.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Mr. Pei. Mr. Pei's demeanor remains as good as before, and he has the same style as when he was a young man." Jiang Xingsong nodded slightly at Pei Yan.
Pei Yan raised his eyebrows, not knowing that Jiang Xingsong had a relationship with Prime Minister Pei.
Also, back then, his cheap father once accompanied him and came to Jiangcheng with the convoy of Emperor Jiaxing's southern tour.
That was more than twenty years ago. Jiang Xingsong was still very young at that time, and the old Marquis of the Jiang family had not yet passed away. It was also possible to meet Pei Yan's biological father, who was already the confidant of Emperor Jiaxing at that time.
But why did Jiang Xingsong suddenly mention this matter at this time? Are you trying to win over Pei Yan at this time?
Third Young Master Pei smiled slightly and replied: "Master Hou, I don't know why I came here today..."
Pei Yan's words were probing. Looking at Jiang Xingsong's appearance, it was obvious that something had happened, but he didn't know about it and the prince. What does it matter anymore.
Jiang Xingsong's face stiffened and he said, "His Highness summoned him because he probably had something to discuss. Third Young Master Pei has a deep friendship with His Highness. In the future, he hopes to say a few good words for my Jiang family in front of Your Highness." "That's natural."
How is that possible?
Pei Yan agreed with his mouth, but refused in his heart.
The prince has already sharpened his sword against the Jiangcheng family headed by the Jiang family. If he pleads for mercy at this time, wouldn't it be a waste of the friendly relationship he has finally established with the prince?
"Master Marquis, go quickly, don't keep His Highness waiting." Pei Yan said with a fake smile on his face.
Jiang Xingsong nodded in agreement and entered the temporary prince's residence in two steps.
Pei Yan stood there and looked at Jiang Xingsong's back, his eyes looking thoughtful.
The young attendant beside him has already come forward to welcome Pei Yan into the carriage.
Pei Yan was not in a hurry to leave, and asked him softly: "What happened to the Jiang family recently?"
The young attendant was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "When General Chen came back, he said that the prince sent someone to deliver something to the Jiang family. It seems to be evidence of the Jiang family's crime."
Pei Yan blinked, hesitant and wanted to turn around and go back.
There must be a lot of excitement in the Prince's Mansion today, and he really wants to stay and take a look.
But he probably couldn't enter the main hall, so he had no choice but to leave.
In the main hall, Jiang Xingsong came in with something and bowed firmly to the prince.
This is probably the most respectful time Jiang Xingsong has faced the current prince in these days.
"His Highness summoned me, but I'm late."
Ning Xiuyun sat on the main seat, and Shen Qi brewed a pot of new tea. He took a cup and skimmed off the foam and took a sip, which was refreshing. Shen Qi seemed to be enjoying the fresh tea. Something else is added to the tender tips of the tea leaves.
"Put in mint?"
Shen Qi smiled and said: "Your Highness is amazing."
Ning Xiuyun said: "You still have a way."
Shen Qi said: "The commander said that you are not energetic today, so I just gave it a try."
Master and Servant Two People say nothing to each other, but they don't care about the life and death of Jiang Xingsong below.
This was a clear show of force, and Jiang Xingsong had to accept it even if he had the title of marquis.
The prince is touring the south on behalf of the emperor, and it is like a holy emperor coming in person. The contempt and disdain he had felt in the past few days must be repaid now.
——Maybe it will be repaid from somewhere else.
Jiang Xingsong knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth, his old waist forced to bend for a long time. The always pampered Marquis gradually felt dizzy and angry in his heart, but he did not dare to make trouble in front of the prince again.
This young man was completely different from the rumored fool, which made Jiang Xingsong stumble hard.
Although he was sure of victory now, he had to be wary when facing the prince.
The prince simply didn't want to see him fainting here, so he spoke with great compassion: "Master Marquis, please forgive me."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Jiang Xingsong stood up tremblingly, almost staggering and falling back. He entered the main hall without bringing him with him. The attendant didn't have anyone to support him, so he stood still and was very embarrassed.
His face turned pale, knowing that he had lost all face, but the prince seemed not satisfied yet, and mentioned something that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Have you seen the things sent by the Gupai people?" The prince knocked the teacup on the table and asked slowly.
Jiang Xingsong had a lump in his throat and his knees went weak. He could not kneel back down.
He defended in a dumb voice: "Your Highness, the minister was framed. What those villains said are all untrue. Someone must be trying to harm the Jiang family..." However, the prince did not want to listen to
this person's tirade and raised his hand to interrupt. Said: "Master Hou, this is the second time. You used to argue the matter about Mr. Jiang in the same way, but I don't want to hear it. The evidence is conclusive. It is not something that Mr. Hou can change with his words."
Jiang Xingsong tightened his grip. He punched and pinched the palm of his hand until it bled. Although he had a lot of disrespect for the prince, he never thought of treason. Setting up troops in the nursing home was something that every aristocratic family would do, but the prince chose not to seize this painful point. He let go and transferred the fact that he sent people to assassinate Fu Jing to himself.
And the belt card and confession that were sent were flawless, letting Jiang Xingsong know that this matter could not go well.
If Jiang Xingsong hadn't known that there were no confidants among the people sent to assassinate Fu Jing, he would have doubted that he had actually told his subordinates the order to assassinate the prince.
He exhaled a breath, not speaking for himself, but in a deep tone: "Your Highness, Wei Chen thinks that he who is innocent will be purified. If His Highness really doesn't believe it, Wei Chen can't do anything about it. But... maybe His Highness wants to know something about the late Queen?"
Ning Xiuyun suddenly grabbed the edge of the table.
This gaffe did not escape Jiang Xingsong's eyes. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could walk out of the temporary prince's residence safely today. He spoke a little more forcefully: "The late queen is not a noble daughter of a noble family in the capital as your highness knows. They are civilians who settled in the villages and towns of Jiangcheng twenty-four years ago. What Wei Chen holds in his hands is the former household registration book of the late Queen."
"The late Queen, His Highness's biological mother, was a refugee who fled to Jiangcheng... Beidi Hu Ji. "
The four words "Beidi Huji" made Ning Xiuyun's pupils suddenly shrink. He subconsciously reached out and touched the iron mask on his face. He finally understood why the prince had the so-called "not to reveal his true face". Why? I have to live with a false face and have never complained.
It must be that Emperor Jiaxing made this somewhat crazy disguise in order to ensure that the prince could legitimately inherit the throne.
He had seen this face before, and it was very similar to his previous life. The only difference was that there was a foreigner's shadow on the original face.
Jiang Xingsong seemed to have seen his shock, and his words seemed to contain poison: "According to Daqi's laws, those with physical illnesses cannot succeed, and those with foreign blood... cannot succeed the throne."
He stared at the young man intently. The prince wanted to see the deep fear on his face that was half covered by the mask.
There was an implicit threat in Jiang Xingsong's words. If the prince really wanted to punish the Jiang family, he would kill everyone and tell the world that the prince's blood was impure. Then he would no longer be the emperor.
Shen Qi almost trembled as he took the file from Jiang Xingsong and handed it to the prince.
Jiang Xingsong had carefully folded the page of the late Queen, and Ning Xiuyun started to look through it, and sure enough he found a distinctive name on it: Yu Chiyu.
Huaijin Holdyu is a name that is a combination of the Xianbei surname and the Central Plains culture.
It is also possible for the Hu people to enter the Central Plains, but most of the Central Plains areas are somewhat xenophobic. The Hu people came back to do business, but few settled in the Central Plains, and some were on the northern border of Daqi. Jiangcheng could actually take in a Hu woman and even allow her to register her residence in a grand manner?
Ning Xiuyun's eyes were a little suspicious: "Master Hou, this case file..."
"It's absolutely true and definitely not a fake." Jiang Xingsong said firmly.
There was silence in the main hall for a while, and Ning Xiuyun tapped the table with his hand.
But he was negligent. He had read a lot of books since he came here, but the conditions in the Southern Patrol Team were not there. Ning Xiuyun had indeed not studied the Law of Daqi, so he simply missed this doubtful point.
Otherwise he should have thought of it earlier.
As his thoughts turned over and over again, Ning Xiuyun recalled the sentence in the southern tour record: "You may get a unicorn."
It turns out that this is the case.
The reason why the master of Xuanqing Temple was able to please Emperor Jiaxing and get an imperial plaque may be because he accidentally showed the emperor the way, allowing Emperor Jiaxing to meet the late empress, and finally gave birth to the current crown prince Ning Yuan.
Judging from the time, the original birthday may also be fake.
Everyone knows that the late queen died in childbirth, but there may be other secrets.
For example, the Qing Guan who was very similar to him in Zui Feng Tower.
He let Mr. Yun go, but he accidentally made a mistake and left himself a way to find out the truth.
Ning Xiuyun's eyes were deep and thoughtful.
Shen Qi pinched the hem of her clothes nervously. She didn't expect that she would hear such a secret, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.
In fact, she had been suspicious when she saw the true appearance of the prince, but today it was confirmed, she was inevitably frightened, and even had a murderous look in her eyes, wanting to execute Jiang Xingsong on the spot.
This man came with this kind of thing to threaten the prince openly.
After a long silence, Ning Xiuyun smiled carelessly.
"Master Hou, I admire him very much for his clever calculation." He stood up with the case file and said in a very calm tone: "That being the case, I will pretend that I don't know about the Jiang family's rebellion and assassination."
"Master Hou, please come back."
Jiang Xingsong straightened up, saluted the prince, turned around and strode out, as proud as a cockfighting cock after a victorious battle.
Shen Qi looked at the case file in the prince's hand, then looked at Jiang Xingsong's almost invisible back, and said angrily: "Your Highness, are you just going to let the Jiang family continue to make trouble?" Ning Xiuyun glanced at her and said comfortingly: "There's no rush. I'm alone. I said I don't care about what happened yesterday, but I didn't say I don't care about anything else."
Shen Qi was confused for a moment, but soon her eyes lit up, and she immediately thought that they still had the account books found from Xuan Qing Temple as a handle.
But suddenly she had hidden worries: "But this matter will eventually affect His Highness."
"It's not a big deal." Ning Xiuyun said softly, "Because there are other people who don't want this matter to be exposed."
- Today's Holy Emperor. He did not hesitate to let Ning Yuan live with a fake face, but also wanted to protect his throne. How could he allow the Jiang family to undo all his hard work?
He opened the case file in his hand again and murmured in a low voice: "It's true... no wonder..."
Ning Xiuyun's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be a little excited. He casually pulled off the iron cover, revealing a beautiful face.
"Shen Qi, here comes the pen and ink."
Shen Qi was about to agree, but saw the prince frowning and stopping her: "Wait a minute."
Shen Qi raised her head in confusion.
Ning Xiuyun said: "Send the greeting card to the Marquis Jingxuan's Mansion, I want to come personally."
He wanted to know what happened when Emperor Jiaxing visited Jiangcheng during his southern tour.
Little Peacock: Attack the owner who led him into the battlefield.
Ning Xiuyun: Visiting father-in-law (bushi)
Jiang Xingsong is on the first floor, Jingxuanhou is on the second floor, Pei Yan is on the third floor, and the prince is on the atmosphere.
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This lineage foreshadowing happened when the prince's appearance was described in the first chapter.