Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

After leaving Daxiangguo Temple, Fan Xin did not go directly to Luoyang Chamber of Commerce.

Instead, he put on a fisherman's clothes and came to the door of Prince Yan's Mansion.

The door is still the same door, but the plaque on it has been replaced by the two characters "Yan Wang".

Dozens of heavily armed Qianniu guards stood guard at the door, eyeing the passers-by warily.

Fan Xin did not go in. He knew that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at his home on the street at this time.

Once he enters openly and openly, everyone in Luoyang will know that he is still alive.

Then it would be impossible to uncover the major case of imperial examination fraud.

"Alas, Fan Qingtian was finally promoted to King Yan, but he didn't expect to die for his country so soon. I don't know how the princess and the little princess will live."

"What can I do? I heard that Fan Qingtian's golden dragon sword and armor have been put into the coffin, and they are waiting to be paid homage and buried...

As the passersby went away, the conversation between the two became smaller and smaller...

Fan Xin's eyes were slightly red, and he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He unconsciously walked towards the gate of the palace.

Just when Qian Niuwei and the intelligence personnel hiding in the dark focused their eyes on Fan Xin.

A butcher with a big belly blocked his way.

"It's said that I've got two new pig intestines, please go over and take a look."

After saying that, he glanced at Fan Xianjiang, indicating that he shouldn't stay here for a long time.

Fan Xin hesitated and followed the butcher to the stall.

Qian Niuwei's scrutinizing eyes stayed on the two of them for a while, then moved elsewhere.

In the private house, Li Lang smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty, there are at least seven forces outside the palace, and dozens of spies are guarding there."

"How can you, a fisherman, go directly to the gate of the palace?"

Fan Xin frowned.

"The king just wants to see the princess and the girl. Is there anything you can do?"

"Is there any way?"

Li Lang thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Yes, tomorrow is your burial day. Your Highness the Princess has ordered me to invite a group of Taoist priests to deliver you a blessing. You can pretend to be a Taoist priest and follow me in."

"Okay, just do as you say."

Li Lang was indeed very efficient in his work. It didn't even take half a quarter of an hour to prepare the Taoist uniforms.

After changing his clothes, Fan Xin looked in the bronze mirror. Under the smear of turmeric, he seemed to have become a different person.

Since salvation needs to be arranged in advance, Li Lang took the Taoist priest to Prince Yan's Mansion in advance.

Afraid that people would recognize Fan Xin's true identity, these Taoist priests were invited from various Taoist temples, and none of them knew each other.

"Hey, didn't you say you would come tomorrow morning? Why are you here so early?"

The gatekeeper was General Han Shi of Qianniu Guard. When he saw Li Lang bringing a group of Taoist priests, he asked in surprise.

"What's so strange about this? There will be a lot of people tomorrow. I'm afraid there will be problems with the meeting, so I'm bringing them here to familiarize themselves with the venue."

"So that's it." Han Shi didn't think much and ordered several Qianniu guards to search the Taoist priest.

When it was Fan Xin's turn, Li Lang interrupted dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, Old Han, if you still can't believe me, Li Lang, hurry up and open the side door to let the Taoist priest in."

"Your Highness is still waiting."

Han Shi snorted and waved his hand to let someone open the side door.

They are all the confidants of King Yan, and he still trusts Li Lang very much.

Once entering the gate, the scene inside suddenly became depressing.

Hundreds of guards with swords in their hands, wearing mourning scarves on their heads and white ropes around their waists, lined both sides of the aisle.

In front of the coffin, a woman was kneeling on the ground adding paper money to the brazier.

Seeing the Taoist priest coming, the woman got up and walked over.

"Li Lang, why did you bring so many Taoist priests here? Didn't you agree to do it tomorrow morning?"

Li Lang smiled bitterly.

"The official is afraid that it will delay tomorrow's important event, so he brought them here to familiarize themselves with the venue."

"Ying Niang, why are you still kneeling here?"

Speaking of this matter, Yingniang sighed.

"Alas, since His Highness King Yan left, the princess only drinks one bowl of porridge every day, and spends the rest of the time burning paper here."

"As a housekeeper, I can only kneel here on her behalf."

Fan Xin didn't listen to any of the next words, and left the crowd and walked towards the back house.

Although people were surprised wherever they passed along the way, they did not stop him.

Because Li Lang said that the Taoist priests were familiar with the venue.

All the way to the bedroom, Fan Xin was about to open the door and walk in, but unexpectedly, the sound of a child crying came from inside.

"What should I do, Your Highness Princess? No matter how you coax the child, it won't be good." The palace maid said anxiously.

"Hey, try to wake up sister Yinzhu and let her feed the baby some milk first."

"How can this little baby continue to be so hungry..."

However, no matter how the two girls called, Princess Yinzhu never responded.

Princess Taiping was so anxious that she pushed open the palace door.

"No, we can't delay any longer. Put the child down first, and help me go out to find the palace doctor first."

"Let him show it to his sister. If he breaks the mourning rules, he will break it."

After saying this, two thin figures walked out of the door and headed towards the front hall. It looked like they were calling for someone.

Fan Xin hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and walked in.

On the bed, Princess Yinzhu's eyes were closed and her face was pale. Next to her, a chubby baby was kicking its legs and crying.

I don’t know if it’s because he has a blood connection or because he is curious about Fan Xin.

The little guy suddenly stopped crying and looked at his father with his big, clear eyes.

The moment he saw his son, Fan Xin couldn't help it anymore, hugged him into his arms and said with tears streaming down his face.

"Be good, son, father is back to see you!"

laugh!

A stream of clear water sprayed onto his face.

Fan Xin's face was covered with black lines, and this little guy actually peed all over his face!

When he found the man in front of him staring at him, the little guy started crying at the top of his voice again.

No matter how Fan Xin coaxed her, it didn't work. In the end, there was nothing he could do. Fan Xin could only carry her to the sheepfold and find a docile ewe to breastfeed his son.

After eating and drinking enough, the little guy finally fell asleep quietly in Fan Xin's arms.

After carefully kissing his son's forehead, Fan Xin brought her to his wife. Just as he was about to leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Who let you in?"

Fan Xin explained without looking back.

"Don't get me wrong. I saw a cute child while doing this and couldn't help but come in and take a look. If I offend you, please forgive me."

"Hmph! Do you really think I'm easy to deceive? Turn around!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Fan Xin could only turn around slowly, hoping that he could finish smearing the ginger on his face.

Sure enough, in the dim light, the palace maid did not recognize him.

At this time, the door opened, and Princess Taiping walked in with the support of Li Lang.

Behind them followed a white-haired old man.

Seeing a stranger in the room, Princess Taiping's face suddenly darkened.

"How can outsiders be allowed to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the palace? If anyone comes, drag them out and chop them down!"