Shengjing Conspiracy

In the firewood room of the General’s Mansion, Jing Yun glanced at Xiao Wu who was guarding the door, and said in a low voice, “Wen Yunzhu sent it back?”

"Send it back." Xiao Wu paused, "General, if you leave An Guogong behind, will Madam be unhappy if you know?"

"If you don't tell me, Yanyan won't know." Jing Yun put it on the door, his eyes flashed sharply, "As for this person, I don't think he dare to say anything."

Xiao Wu didn't say a word anymore, and obediently guarded the door.

When Jing Yun walked into the firewood room, what he saw was An Guogong lying on the ground like a dead dog, his hands and feet were bound by hemp ropes. He saw Jing Yun wriggling like a maggot, and whining from his gagged mouth. Is it cursing or asking for help.

"An Guogong." Jing Yun dragged a chair in front of An Guogong, and sat down with a big horse, with his hands on his knees, his expression arrogant and cold, and his piercing eyes condescendingly looked down at the people on the ground, "It's the first time we meet, you should Know who I am."

Of course Duke An knew who he was!

When he was kidnapped, he thought he had just left the Longtan and entered the tiger's lair, but he didn't expect to see Jing Yun here, he knew that Jing Yun and Wen Youqing were not clear, Jing Yun would have to see him no matter what. How much respect.

Jing Yun tore off the stinky cloth from An Guogong's mouth, "I haven't been free before, and I came here today because I want to tell you something."

"You're being polite, general, just say something." An Guogong struggled a few more times, and said awkwardly, "Can you just untie me first, you are here to save me, do you know who the villain who tied me here is? "

Is this kind of brainless guy really old An Guogong's own son?

"The villain you are talking about is me, and I was the one who kidnapped you." Jing Yun said patiently.

An Guogong was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what it meant, and immediately glared at Jingyun furiously, "What do you mean! I am An Guogong, even though you are a general, you can't act like this! Besides, I am Wen Youqing's father , I will forbid him to communicate with you if you do this!"

Jing Yun recalled the old An Guogong he had met, and he really couldn't connect the two. How could such a hero give birth to such a waste, it was too puzzling.

"What happened to me and Yan Yan has nothing to do with you, he has already moved out of the Duke An's mansion." Duke An's words stepped on his back, Jing Yun was not polite, and kicked the man on the ground in the stomach , this position is particularly painful and not easy to leave bruises, "I'm curious, have you fulfilled your duty as a father, where did you have the face to say those words?"

As a son, An Guogong did not fulfill his filial piety; as a husband, An Guogong favored his concubines and killed his wife;

Where did such a person have the face to threaten him with Yan Yan?

An Guogong's face turned red when he was blocked by these words, and he stuck his neck and shouted: "What's the matter! Is he dead? Isn't it enough for me to raise him? That little bastard didn't look at me , someone else would have killed him long ago!"

The more he talked, the more gloomy Jing Yun's face became, and at the end Jing Yun stepped on his chest with a bang, and all the words that hadn't been said were suppressed by this kick, and his flushed face was now purple , with the mouth wide open, more air is taken in and less air is released.

"You should be glad that he is still alive, otherwise I will definitely make your life worse than death." Jing Yun pulled out a dagger from his boots and plunged it directly into the ground beside An Guogong's face. It hurts, "Don't look for him in the future, if he loses a hair, I'll cut off a piece of your flesh, Yanyan is still concerned about the government of Anguo, I won't, you know?"

An Guogong didn't dare to speak or move, he could only tremble and let out a rough and unpleasant sound.

"How could old An Guogong give birth to such a waste like you." Jing Yun pulled out the dagger contemptuously, and wiped the blade on An Guogong's face, "The words just now are as useful to Chen Lian, don't let her out again, and don't mess with her." I."

"I know, I know." An Guogong hadn't recovered from the fright, but his heart was full of anger, but he didn't dare to vent it to Jing Yun.

Jing Yun walked out of the firewood room, made eye contact with Xiao Wu, and then left without looking back.

Xiao Wu led people into the firewood room, looked at Mr. An who was shaking like a sifter, couldn't help but click his tongue twice, and sarcastically said: "The dragon begets the dragon and the phoenix, how can the son of the old Mr. An be so good?" Fortunately, Mr. Wen grew up with the old An Guogong, otherwise he would have grown crooked."

Hearing Xiao Wu's words, An Guogong closed his eyes tightly and didn't look at anyone. He was the useless son born of the old An Guogong. He had heard too many such words, but could it be his choice? He didn't want to be that person's heir, and even his own son became that kind of annoying character after being raised by him, making everyone look like trash, how could he be so annoying!

But it is such a son whom he despises who is better than Lao Tzu, and Jing Yun can help him in this way, and he has a close relationship with the prince of the current dynasty. It is not fair that all the good things in the world are attributed to him.

If he could have been educated by the aristocratic family since he was a child, instead of mixing with rural peasants until he was more than ten years old before entering the school, how could he be in this state? It is all the fault of Old An Guogong that he will become a waste!

So he disregarded the wife arranged by his father, including the child as if it didn't exist. What's wrong with him wanting to take revenge on the old An Guogong who made him a waste!

When he was trapped in a sack, An Guogong was still wondering why the world was so unfair, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of finding Wen Youqing to settle the score.

A good-for-nothing has no means to fight back except to resent and shirk responsibility.

In the cold palace, Shang Lanyun, the deposed prince, looked at Wen Youqing who came uninvited in surprise, a little cautiously, "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Youqing, who suddenly wanted to take a look after his brain flicked, was choked up. He lifted the food box in his hand and said dryly, "I'll bring you chestnut cakes."

Shang Lanyun looked at the food box and at someone who couldn't hide his embarrassment, smiled for a long time, and turned slightly sideways, "Come in and have a seat, it's a bit crude, I hope you don't mind."

"I came here too suddenly." Wen Youqing paused, and explained: "I just came here, and I came in thinking that I should be fine. It won't affect you, right?"

"No, generally no one cares about me." Shang Lanyun shrugged indifferently.

Wen Youqing felt that this person's personality was much more lively than his appearance.

In fact, he couldn't tell why he came here, why he wanted to meet Shang Lanyun, this man who didn't fit in with the palace.

Maybe it's because Shang Lanqing gave him too much stimulation today, Wen Youqing walked to a tea room with Shang Lanyun thinking about it.

The tea room is not big, but it looks simple yet elegant. There are tea sets and a qin on the table, which should be the sound of the qin that day.

The two sat opposite each other, Wen Youqing took out the chestnut cakes in the food box, Shang Lanyun poured him tea, and said casually: "You seem to have encountered some kind of problem."

"Obviously? It's indeed a little bit." Wen Youqing felt a little headache thinking about Shang Lanqing's words.

King Rui has been abandoned, and Emperor Anping can't last long. When Shang Lanqing ascends the throne, how should he choose? He thinks that Shang Lanqing may not want to stop with him as a monarch and minister.

He's not a fool, even Shang Lanqing can still turn a blind eye.

"Is it because of what happened last night?" Shang Lanyun looked at the empty yard, "My yard has become more popular because of the excitement."

Concubine Hui died in such a state, and the palace was tossed all night.

Wen Youqing sighed, and drank the tea in the cup, "Part of it, right... You should be you, you've been living here, don't you feel any resentment in your heart?"

"Yes." Shang Lanyun's eyes were very dark, like a bottomless cold pool, he tilted his head slightly, "It would be a lie to say that there is no."

Wen Youqing was taken aback, yes, what kind of stupid words did he ask, how could a prince who was originally a prince under one person and above ten thousand people be reduced to being wasted in the cold palace, how could he not hate it.

He raised his cup and used his sleeve to cover his emotions, "I made a mistake."

"It's nothing. The people in this palace are bustling around for fame and fortune. At the beginning, I felt disgusted, but now I don't have any thoughts." Shang Lanyun plucked the strings casually, "What about you?"

Wen Youqing put down her glass and slowly shook her head, "I'm not qualified to talk about them, I'm the same person."

He also has ambitions, and he is also an ordinary person. If he can let go of everything, he doesn't have to think about what he has and what he doesn't have, and he can just resign and leave the capital.

The strings were plucked a few more times, and the sound was out of tune, but not unpleasant.

Shang Lanyun said: "What do you want?"

Wen Youqing chuckled, "I want to reach the pinnacle of the imperial court and become an extremely human minister."

"What do you want to do after you get there?"

Hearing this question, Wen Youqing didn't answer directly. He suddenly thought of Yang Su, his friend who only wanted to be a petty official.

After a long time, until the tea in the cup had cooled down, he said slowly: "Build a heart for the world, build a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations."

"That's all you want when you have power in your hands?" Shang Lanyun still had that plain look.

"Power is a double-edged sword. If it is used well, it can help me kill the enemy. If it is not used well, it is a guillotine hanging around the neck." Wen Youqing stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on the hem of her clothes, and chuckled, "I have always It's more pity."

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After Wen Youqing left, the tea room became even more deserted. The servant removed the tea set he had used, "Master told him so much, are you going to keep it or get rid of it?"

Shang Lanyun shook his head, "Stay here for now, I don't mind giving him what he wants, but only if he stays by my side."

Thinking of Wen Youqing's slender and somewhat weak figure, Shang Lanyun knew from a young age that only what he held in his hands belonged to him, and the power of gold and silver was the same as that of people.

He thought, if the boring life was accompanied by someone like Wen Youqing, it might be more interesting.

He fiddled with the strings boredly, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the plate of chestnut cakes that no one had eaten before. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a half-smile: "Tell Shanyuan, you can do it."