fake prince

Chapter 120

Before Ye Buhui raised his brows, Su Ziji laughed and went out immediately. Actually, this demeanor was much better than her depression from time to time, and he sincerely hoped that she would return to her original state.

Waiting for the wild Taoist outside to follow up at this time, Su Ziji whispered: "Go and explore the road first."

The wild man nodded.

Although he knew where Shang Youming lived, even if Shang Youming became an official, he still had a family background. There was a servant who was originally a soldier in the family, and he lived in the city. If it was not necessary, Su Ziji actually didn't want outsiders to know. Man kills himself.

Although he wasn't afraid, he didn't make unnecessary troubles on him.

The two came out of the hotel, instead of taking a car, they walked. After all, it was still early, and Su Ziji also wanted to take a stroll around the provincial capital.

There are many pedestrians on the road, and the new dynasty is in full swing. Except for the capital city, there is no curfew anywhere. Even in the middle of the night, you can walk in the city. At most, you will occasionally encounter yamen servants on patrol.

"It's just ahead, it's not far away." Turning east and west, after walking for half an hour, I finally arrived. This is because both of them walked briskly.

Su Ziji looked up at the back door of the mansion across the street. This is the back door alley of many mansions. The streets are narrow, but in fact, there are smaller and messier alleys everywhere nearby. There are shopkeepers pushing carts passing by, shouting, and some The stalls were lit with small lights, and the aroma of food permeated the air.

"Find a place to rest and wait." Su Ziji said to the wild Taoist as he saw a small wine shop not far away.

Wild Taoists usually drink, and Su Ziji treats guests, and he is very happy. The two sat in the restaurant and ordered some food and wine. Got the gossip that Master Shang is about to die of illness.

Su Ziji let out a cold snort, and looked out the window. The back door of the Shang mansion was open, and a servant was leaning lazily, talking.

"Although Shang Youming was born as a general, at the beginning he purges the mansion to maintain his vigor, hoping to make a comeback, but now most of the spirit of the Shang mansion, following the master's serious illness, has dispersed, and most of the women's family members are fighting for property. Seriously."

"Who cares about defense?"

Su Ziji looked carefully, and this servant could faintly see the traces of being a soldier. He also looked tall and big, but his belly was protruding and the skin on his face was loose, so he knew it.

"Sure enough, there are no elite soldiers in the world for ten years."

He is no longer an official and has no future. How can Shang Youming be strict with the people in the mansion?

Su Ziji has seen too many people with no IQ before, saying strict requirements and prohibitions, this is not just falling out of thin air, but the premise - power and future.

Whoever messes with you has no right and no future, let alone strict requirements and prohibitions.

Most of the government houses that have retreated to the second line can't do this, okay?
But that's okay, there's no need to kill people.

In the middle of the night, he climbed in through the wall with the wild Taoist who was hiding nearby, and sneaked all the way to Master Shang's courtyard.

The savage Taoist saw that there was a maid who was on duty outside the room. Although she looked a little older, she was still pretty, which meant that the selection was good. He gave Su Ziji a "look at me" look, and took out a slender girl from his bosom. A long bamboo tube pierces through the window paper and sticks in, blowing gently.

Su Ziji's eyes became a little weird. Could it be that this is the mist that the legendary flower pickers would have?

Unexpectedly, Ye Taoist is really a tricky man.

The savage Taoist heard a little movement inside, and turned his head to ask Su Ziji for credit, but when he saw Su Ziji's expression looking over, he felt a drum in his heart, thinking to himself: "Master, why do you look at me like this?" I?"

Only then did Su Ziji straighten his expression and signal to continue.

Afterwards, the Yeye Taoist carefully opened the door from the outside. It was all a trick of the rivers and lakes, but it was so easy to use, which made Su Ziji pleasing to the eye.

"Who?!"

The wild Taoist's mist only caused the two night guard maids in the outer room to fall asleep. There was a bead curtain in the inner room, and there was even a bed curtain to cover it. Master Shang, who was seriously ill, became alert at this time. people.

It's just that the voice is so weak that it can't reach outside the house at all.

When Su Ziji came in, he sniffed the antidote, listened and asked questions, and walked in with a sneer, followed by the wild Taoist. As soon as the two came in, Master Shang, who realized something was wrong, changed his face drastically.

He struggled to get up and glared at the two uninvited guests: "You two little thieves, do you know where this is? I have an official position on me. If you steal into an official's house, you are not afraid of beheading?"

Ye Daoist hurriedly explained to Su Ziji: "Although he is an official, he still has a false job."

"You really are an official fan." Su Ziji couldn't help sneering, and said to the wild Taoist: "Go outside and watch, I'll call you later."

The savage Taoist went out wisely, and Su Ziji walked over slowly, looking at the small table in front of the bed, under the candle, where there were snacks and tea.

"Participate in tea? Is it better than nothing?" The wine at the stall was poor, and the dishes were too fat and a bit greasy. Su Ziji looked at it as if he hadn't used it yet, so he picked up the teapot, and when an empty cup arrived, he took a sip.

"Ah, although the quality is not too high, the fire is not bad. This is the essence of an official? It seems that Mr. Shang is quite ambitious."

"Let me see, there are poems written on the paper on the table...Li Guang is getting old, why does Zi Shancao hate so much?"

"This is not good, this is not good, this is a resentment towards the court, this is not a poem that a good courtier should write."

"But the writing is not bad, rare, rare, Mr. Shang is really all-rounder!"

Talking as if meeting an old friend by chance and re-tasting old wine.

"You are not an ordinary person, who are you?" Master Shang stopped barking at this moment, and said in a deep voice.

Only then did Su Ziji take a closer look, and saw that Shang Youming had a burly figure and a dark complexion. Although he was lying down, his sick skeleton was fragmented, and he still had the prestige of a sick tiger: "I, this year's Xie Yuan."

"This year's Jieyuan?"

"Hmph, since you are Xie Yuan, why did you break into the official door at night? Could it be that the government school didn't teach you the rules..." Halfway through the words, Shang Youming suddenly became dumb, and his eyes were fixed on one place—Su Ziji's hand. I am playing with this piece of jade.

This jade is bright yellow with dragon patterns, and it looks even more gorgeous under the candlelight.

"Why, do you like this jade pendant?" Seeing that Shang Youming's face turned pale, and his body even trembled slightly, Su Ziji took it off on purpose and dangled it in front of him by the candlelight.

"Impossible... Impossible..." Shang Youming was a dignified general. At this time, his teeth were fighting fiercely, and there were clucking noises up and down, and his eyes were fixed on the dragon pattern jade pendant.

Originally, he was pretending to be calm and wanted to deal with the "thief" to delay time, but at this moment, his body trembled like a thunderbolt, staring at Yupei in shock, and then at Su Ziji, staring at him firmly, shaking his head: "No! Possibly, it is impossible for the prince to have a grandson!"

"Impossible, I don't believe it..."

(End of this chapter)