Dingjiangshan

As soon as Ning Yan stepped out of the door, the servant beside Ruan Yin knelt down, put a soft silk cloth on her leg, pressed her leg, and said softly, "It's the empress dowager who is kind."

"It's not that I have a good heart, but this kind of thing. If you really want to make a fuss about it, you have to hit it right away to have an effect." Ruan Yin half-closed her eyes, fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand, and said He said to the Buddha, and then said: "The handle that is kept in the hand is called the handle. If the handle is really revealed and made known to everyone, then who can be threatened by this handle."

"Your Majesty is right." The waiter smiled and lowered his head: "Those who come from small families are not on the stage after all, even if they wear dragon robes, they don't look like emperors, and they actually commit such scandals... The servant said, our lord is the one who is blessed, it must be God's blessing to have a son at the age of forty, this is the real dragon son of the direct line."

Ruan Yin is not the kind of person whose ears become soft after hearing flattery, she snorted softly, and squeezed the Buddhist beads in her palm.

"The people in the court, compared to the prince whom they haven't seen in ten years, they prefer His Majesty who is at the height of the sun and in his prime. Ten years have passed, and there has been a lot of affection among the monarch and his ministers. Ning Yan is not moody and has a good temperament. Your Majesty It doesn't have to be difficult." Ruan Yin continued slowly: "So if Ning Yan is not so crazy as to admit this matter, as long as he refuses to admit it, and then marry a wife and have children, everyone will tacitly assume that there is no such thing. Things, can't shake the foundation, but tore the face with him in vain."

The servant's flattery didn't hit the mark, and he didn't dare to speak because he was a little uncertain.

"Moreover, if he really tears his face, he can let go of his hands and feet and do whatever he wants. At that time, no matter what he does, others will only say that I am unkind as a aunt, but no one will say that No." Ruan Yin laughed in a good mood, and the silk ribbon under the Buddha beads dangled with her movements, exuding a strong scent of incense powder.

The servant was dazzled by the tassels, so he couldn't help lowering his head, he sniffed, and heard Ruan Yin continue to say: "But now everyone is safe and sound... No matter what he thinks in his heart, in order to be in the mouths of the world He has to be respectful and filial to his good reputation. I can't let go of such a good "son" in vain."

There was a strong smile in Ruan Yin's tone, and the servant didn't need to look up to see her good mood.

"It's been ten years, the world is stable, the mountains and rivers are stable... The Ai family originally thought that maybe Zheng'er and I were unlucky, and he just couldn't get on the throne." Ruan Yin said: "But it's different now. ... If this matter is handled properly, it will give my son a great opportunity."

The servant is Ruan Yin's confidant, and the lifeblood of the whole family is held in her hands. She didn't panic when she heard the words, she just smiled flatteringly, and made the movements of her hands more gentle.

"It's really considerate, it's like the queen mother sleeps on the pillow when she wants to sleep." Ruan Yin said, "How can the Ai family not like you saying such a 'good son'."

"Your Majesty is kind." The servant said softly, "What's more, what your Majesty wants to do can naturally be done. Back then Concubine Wen was favored so much, didn't you still not shake your position?"

Ruan Yin squinted at him when she heard the words, and said with a sneer, "Do you think she is favored? You people have all been deceived by the late emperor. For so many years, the late emperor never fell in love with anyone. Anyone in the palace is It didn't come into his eyes."

"The eyes of the first emperor are completely empty. Besides himself, who else can he see? Of all the people in the palace, there is no one who has half of the first emperor's sincerity." Ruan Yin was a little emotional when she talked about this. The Buddhist beads in her hand were creaked by her, and there were some cracks in the mask of the delicate makeup, revealing a little ferocity inside: "The person who sits on the throne must be ruthless, cold-hearted— —Ning Yan is the same. For example, today's incident, if we rashly revealed it without any real evidence, Ning Yan would definitely refuse to admit it. "

"Once something happens, it won't go untraceable." The servant said, "There is no physical evidence, but it's easy to get witnesses—"

"You think it's such a simple matter?" Ruan Yin waved her hand impatiently, waved away the servant, sat up by herself, took the teacup from the side, and said in a low voice: "If you force him to Now, Ning Yan will definitely put everything on Ning Huaijin, and then instead of getting what we want, we will be beaten by him instead."

"Love is nothing compared to the throne." Ruan Yin put the lid on the tea bowl and said with a sneer, "The Ning family has never had love."

Ruan Yin's tone was too cold, but it was burning like a raging fire. The waiter was terrified when he heard it, and didn't know whether she was targeting Ning Yan or something else.

Ruan Yin also realized her gaffe, and picked up the bowl lid again, skimming off the stalks on the tea surface, calmed down, and said in a normal manner: "...So, if there is a chance for this sword, let me stab it out , that must be a one-hit kill, stabbing him to death immediately."

The servant's back was blowing cold air, his whole body felt cold in the spring-like main hall, he walked back on his knees and kowtowed silently to Ruan Yin.

On the other side of the palace city, Ning Yan sneezed twice without warning as soon as he entered the gate of Zichen Hall.

"Long live Your Majesty." He Wenting hurriedly asked for a prize, and said worriedly: "Did your Majesty catch a cold, do you want to send an imperial doctor to ask for a safe pulse?"

Ning Yan waved his hand, indicating no need.

"If you think about it and scold me, it's because someone scolded me behind my back." Ning Yan laughed.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, who dares to speak rashly." He Wenting put the robe that Ning Yan had replaced on the hanger where the smoker was placed, and then turned around to wait for him to wipe his face and wash his hands: "I'm afraid it's not because of the wind blowing outside. Today, Your Majesty I was exhausted by boats and cars, and I didn’t take much rest when I came back.”

"Half a day's carriage is nothing." Ning Yan soaked his hands in hot water, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Maybe it's the emperor who hasn't calmed down and scolded my little bastard at home."

Ning Yan didn't think about what he said, the smile on his face faded as soon as he uttered it.

He has been restraining himself all day long not to think about Ning Huaijin, but this thing can only be restrained if it is restrained. If it can be done, his little affection will not grow up and become so unbearable. The point of tidying up.

Seeing his lonely face, He Wenting felt uncomfortable, and said in a low voice, "...Your Majesty."

Ning Yan sighed, and said, "You also want to say I'm wrong, don't you?"

He Wenting wanted to say yes, but couldn't bear it.He is a servant, he doesn't know much about the words of the sage, and he is not so dogmatic, just looking at Ning Yan's sad eyes, his heart is so soft that he can't say anything.

"Actually, I know that whoever is changed, everyone will say no." Ning Yan said in a low voice: "Don't say it's the emperor, even people like Uncle Xie and the teacher will not say a word 'right' Come."

While Ning Yan was speaking, he inadvertently raised both Xie Jue and Jiang Xiaohan to the level of "elders", as if by doing so, the disappointment and fear that Ning Huaijin brought when he rejected him could be shared equally.

He Wenting couldn't bear it, put the copper basin by his feet, knelt beside his bed, and whispered: "Your Majesty, maybe the prince is right..."

"What he said is wrong." Ning Yan stretched out his hand to cover half of his face, and said in a low voice, "Since you said this today, I won't keep it from you—he only knew that I was impulsive, but he didn't know it I've been thinking about this for three years."

He Wenting was also taken aback by Ning Yan. He thought that Ning Yan was ignorant of love when he was a teenager, and he confused love with admiration for a while, but he didn't want to...

He Wenting also couldn't believe it - his little master was only so old this year, and he was so old three years ago, yet he had such thoughts, and he just hid it for three years without showing it to anyone.

This matter fell in Ning Yan's heart, like a heavy iron. It was scorched hot by love before, and then cooled by Ning Huaijin's cold water. It was uncomfortable no matter what.Ning Yan kept it alone for more than a thousand days, and finally took this opportunity to unload some of it today.

His Majesty's weakness was fleeting, Ning Yan took a deep breath, hardened his heart, gritted his teeth and tied a few hemp ropes to the "soldering iron", insisting on tying it deeper and tighter .

With just a breath, the traces of helplessness on Ning Yan's face disappeared.

Ning Yan rubbed his forehead with the posture just now, and his tone returned to normal: "How about the thing I asked you to check earlier?"

"Already checked." Although He Wenting was still worried, he also knew that the main business was the main thing, and hurriedly said: "It's not a secret, I will find out after a careful inquiry with the sons and brothers who are traveling with him."

As he spoke, he took out a folded paper from his sleeve and handed it to Ning Yan, and replied: "Actually, Zuo is just a matter of the inner house. Zheng Xuehai's current wife is a follow-up, not Zheng Shaohui's biological mother. The follow-up It was too early for the government, and His Majesty hadn’t ascended the throne at that time, so I didn’t know about this trivial matter.”

Ning Yan hummed and motioned for him to continue.

"The two young masters of the Zheng family are true sons, but they didn't come out of the same mother's womb. Naturally, they are close relatives." He Wenting said: "This surname doesn't like the children born to his first wife very much, so Naturally, it is much ignored. The second young master has his own mother to protect him, and he can show his face to Mr. Zheng, but Zheng Shaohui is alone, so naturally he is easily overlooked."

"Just as a young man, he doesn't come out for scientific examinations, and he doesn't recommend to the imperial army. This is not simply neglect." Ning Yan tapped his fingers on his knees, and said casually: "Speaking of which, Zheng Xuehai's family is three generations of civil servants. Yes, the family doesn't have a title to inherit, so what's the point of suppressing the son-in-law like this."

"What's so strange about this." He Wenting said with a smile: "Ordinary people don't have a title, but at least they have property, and if they don't have property, they still have the authority of a patriarch. I really love Mr. Zheng, since I have a heart of love, how can I have a good face towards the son born by my first wife."

"So, not only the royal family is like this, even ordinary people, if they get benefits, they will fight to the death with all their strength." Ning Yan said: "But Zheng Shaohui is also a talent, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of this way to fight desperately in front of me." showing his face."

He Wenting knew that he was interested in Zheng Shaohui, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then Your Majesty wants to see him."

"No rush." ​​Ning Yan said: "Let him go to the Forbidden Army to practice first——he returns from Winter Hunting this time, and the Zheng residence will also have a good time to watch."