Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

Drama on stage, life off stage.

Over there a big drama is being sung to the point of tear-jerking, and the prison here is also in a gloomy scene.

Slight footsteps sounded, and a man in a black cloak and hood followed the jailer and hurried into the imperial prison of Dali Temple.

In the long and dark passageway, several dim oil lamps are burning on the lampstands on the wall, which can barely illuminate the path under the feet, and everything else is silently hidden in the darkness.

The sound of footsteps did not stop until the innermost cell.

In the hazy light and shadow, a person sat cross-legged on the dry grass on the ground quietly, staring at a soybean oil lamp in front of him obsessively. The profile of the person shrouded in the dim light was quiet and peaceful, as if he was waiting for someone.

With a sound of "Crack", the iron lock was unlocked, and he suddenly raised his head, staring at the man in black who came in.

The man took off the hood that covered his head and face, revealing a very familiar face, he whispered his name excitedly, "Bin'er..."

Sun Binzi slowly bent his legs, changed from sitting to kneeling, kowtowed to the ground, "Father."

Wang Sidao took a big step and held his arm tightly, "Son, get up."

Sun Binzi stood up and helped Wang Sidao to sit on the bare bed together.Wang Sidao looked at the relatively clean cell, and then looked back at Sun Binzi, who was much thinner, his eyes became moist unconsciously.

There was genuine distress on his fair face, and he tremblingly said, "Bin'er, you have suffered."

Sun Binzi was indifferent, he shook his head, "This bit of suffering is nothing!"

Wang Sidao plucked a messy lock of hair from his forehead for him, his throat seemed to be choked, and his voice was extremely jerky, "Weifu will definitely find a way to save you..."

Regarding Sun Binzi's matter, he is really at the end of his rope. If the matter has come to this point, if he intervenes even a little bit, he will definitely give others a handle. He will lose the emperor's heart and all talk will be empty!

Even if he secretly came to visit tonight, he took a great risk.

Sun Binzi and Ge Chunhui cannot escape the death penalty. If they want to escape from birth, the only way left is to rob the execution ground!

Sun Binzi didn't take it seriously, as if he had already expected this day. Although his voice was soft, he was extremely firm, "Father, my child has been taught by you for many years, and ten thousand deaths will never repay the kindness of nurturing. With Mu Qingfeng's means, I will investigate soon. Based on my relationship with you, if a child lives for a day, it is a threat to the father for a day, and only when I die can there be no proof of death."

He stared fixedly at Wang Sidao, "My son has been waiting to see his father for the last time, today is counted as farewell!"

After finishing speaking, he got up, knelt down on both knees, bowed solemnly three times, and when he looked up again, tears were streaming down his face, "Father, please don't think of Bin'er, just leave it alone, and cherish it!"

Muddy tears flowed from Wang Sidao's eyes, the heart-wrenching pain made him feel unbearable pain, his hands were trembling and he wanted to lift him up, but he couldn't do anything.

Sun Binzi raised his head and said, "Father, my son has one last sentence... You are already a supreme minister, why don't you give up your obsession, let's stop with that matter!"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Sun Binzi finally sighed helplessly.

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After the show ended, Mu Qingfeng stood by the shaft of the carriage, bowing to greet the ministers who passed by from time to time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Sidao getting into the carriage with the help of his servants. For some reason, he suddenly staggered and slid down the step stool. risk of falling.

He stepped forward and raised his voice, "Lord Wang, are you alright?"

Wang Sidao withdrew his foot from the footstool, turned around, and cupped his hands, "I made the prince laugh, I am old, and my legs and feet are not flexible."

"Where..." Mu Qingfeng said with a smile, "Prince Wang should be growing stronger when he is old, but when I reach your age, I am afraid that I will not be as good."

Wang Sidao forced a smile on his face and gritted his teeth in his heart. Just now, he had parted ways with Sun Binzi, especially since he was circling his chest and abdomen. If he wasn't forcing him, how could he be separated from his adopted son forever!

Mu Qingfeng saw Ling Min walking towards him from a distance, and then bowed to Wang Sidao to say goodbye, took Ling Min by the hand and got into the carriage. Zhou Ping whispered in his ear while helping him into the carriage, "My lord, just now Mr. Ji sent someone to bring the message, Wang Sidao went to the Imperial Prison quietly while watching the play."

Mu Qingfeng did not pause, but he already understood the reason why Wang Sidao lost his position just now. I am afraid that he will receive the news of Sun Binzi's death tomorrow. He did not expect that two people who seem to be incompatible on the surface have such a level unknown relationship.

Sighing in his heart, it's a pity that such a person with both civil and military skills is actually the foster son of Wang Sidao, what a bright pearl!

Ling Min's complexion was paler than before, like a transparent bone china doll, with incense burning in the carriage and green gauze lamps, in the curling smoke, he was as thin and clear as if he could turn into a fairy at any time.

"My lord, it's fine for me to live in the post house, why do you have to pick me up to the palace?"

Mu Qingfeng took an orange from the table, peeled it into petals and handed it to him, "It's only been two days, why have you lost a lot of weight again? Did you get hurt again that night?"

Lingmin shook his head and said with a smile, "Look at what you said, I'm not just paper."

Mu Qingfeng understood that he wanted to reassure himself, so he couldn't bear it even more. He wanted to let Li Zhishan diagnose and treat him while he was in Beijing, so as to replenish his vitality.

"My lord, how is Gu Shaobai?" Ling Min asked.

When Mu Qingfeng heard this name now, he felt a headache, "The king has no time to look for him these two days."

"Oh", Lingmin's pupils shone with a gloomy light, which was surprisingly bright, his face was white and black, with black eyebrows and black pupils, the tip of his eyes twitched, with a half-smile, "My lord is planning to give up?"

Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened, and he smiled coldly, "Is there anything this king wants that I can't get?" Having said that, I really don't have the confidence this time!

After returning to the mansion, Lingmin settled down, and after talking with her for a while, Mu Qingfeng returned to the room.As soon as he entered the house, Zhou Ping closed the door, and took out the small paper roll he had retrieved from Eunuch Lin from his bosom.

Mu Qingfeng unfolded it and saw that there were a few lines of characters written on it in teeny-headed lowercase script: "The old people of "Zhuhuang Palace", except for Yaqian, who has disappeared, and the rest all died of accidents or illnesses.Yaqian is beautiful, has a red birthmark under his eyes, is good at handicrafts, Huafang Deshun and his fellow countrymen.

There is no way out after the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village!

Mu Qingfeng handed the note to Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping knowingly approached the candle to light it, watching it fall to ashes.

"Uncle Ping, I'll invite Deshun from the Imperial Flower House to come over tomorrow, and tell me that my king's favorite double-petaled camellia—'Weeping Branch Golden Heart' is dying, please come and save me."

Zhou Ping agreed, and asked before exiting, "Over there, what do you want Mr. Ji to do?"

Mu Qingfeng sighed, "No need."

Little is known about the father-son relationship between Sun Binzi and Wang Sidao, and there is no real evidence.With Sun Binzi's courage, even if he does not die, he will never betray Wang Sidao. Instead of being humiliated alive, it is better to let him go with dignity!

Ji Jianchen and Fang Qingchi walked out from the "Moyilou" Jingling sub-helm, Fang Qingchi's eyebrows were wrinkled into a pimple, he practiced martial arts with his master Ji Fengheng since he was a child, and rarely went home.Therefore, even though he knew that his father had a master, he didn't know where he lived. Now that he finally found out, the person he sent back said that he was taken away by Prince Yi.

Not to mention that this master might not know anything, even if he knew, is it so easy to enter Prince Yi's mansion?

Fang Qingchi's heart moved, and he turned his head and was about to say something, when he saw Ji Jianchen raised his eyebrows, pointed at the tip of his nose with his hips crossed, and said, "Don't think about my family's Shaobai, I have already seen what kind of prince is right. My family Shaobai has bad intentions... Let's agree, let me go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire for you, but I can't let Gu Shaobai sell his lust for your family feud. If you dare to reveal a little bit to him, no brother will get it Do!"

Ji Jianchen flicked his sleeves, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Fang Qingchi stood there dumbfounded, what did I say to me?I just want to say that the palace is heavily guarded, so we need to think long term!

Sure enough, the next morning, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple came to report that Sun Binzi committed suicide in fear of crime!

Sun Binzi's official wealth recorded in the Ministry of Officials is extremely simple. His parents died early and he had no brothers, no brothers, no wives and no children, and no one restrained him.

Mu Qingfeng took pity on his talent and asked the prime minister to inform Guo Chaoyi, Minister of Dali Temple, that tomorrow he would report to His Majesty the Emperor Ming to properly bury his body.

Soon after Sicheng left, Zhou Ping led Deshun in.

As soon as Deshun came in, he kowtowed respectfully, and Mu Qingfeng waited for him to get up before looking carefully.

He looked less than 30 years old, medium-slender, fair and clean, his eyebrows were drawn and his eyes were lowered, he was very respectful but not flattering. Shun seemed to be proud, and couldn't help showing a little appreciation.

Mu Qingfeng flicked the floating tea gently with the lid of the cup, and asked slowly, "Deshun, you are young, but you have already taken up the post of eunuch in charge of the conservatory, which master did you favor? "

Deshun obviously didn't expect Mu Qingfeng to ask sharply in the first sentence. He was obviously stunned for a moment, but he still replied respectfully, "Returning to the prince, the slave has no talent and virtue, and no master can fall in love with the slave. The slave There are two reasons for taking this position: one is that the servant is really good at tending flowers and plants; the other is that the master of the servant, Eunuch Xisheng, is from the same town as Eunuch Wang Xi, the head of the House of Internal Affairs, and he recommended the servant to the prince before leaving the palace."

Mu Qingfeng took a sip of tea, nodded, and there was not much difference between the information Leng Dong sent earlier in the morning.Seeing that this person has clear thinking and sincere words, it does not seem to be fake.From this point of view, although he has something to do with Wang Xi, the celebrity next to the emperor, but the relationship is not serious, otherwise he would not just be arranged in the greenhouse.

"Look at this thing, but it's yours?"

Deshun followed his gaze to look at the table, and immediately knelt down and said, "My lord, it's just a slave's thing. I lost it the night before yesterday, but I didn't expect it to be picked up by my lord.

Mu Qingfeng saw the joyful expression on his face that he couldn't hide the loss and found it, and suddenly felt that this thing really meant a lot to him.

He put down the teacup, "Get up and talk."

"Yes", Deshun saluted again before standing aside with his head bowed.

Mu Qingfeng picked up the jade pendant and fiddled with it a few times, "It looks like the emerald jade pendant is very ordinary, but the lace is very unusual. Who is it?"

While talking, he glanced at Deshun. Although Deshun knew it was disrespectful to look directly at the prince, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Mu Qingfeng.It is said that Prince Yi is wide on the outside and deep on the inside, and the city is like the sea, how could he talk so much with a humble slave, could it be that he already knows...

He didn't dare to think about it any further, and he didn't dare to deliberately conceal it, "Returning to the prince, the maid who played this net is named Yaqian, and she is from the same town as the servant."

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