Shengjing Conspiracy

Wen Youqing's body was still very weak, and her voice was very small, but everyone was silenced.

After a while, Jiangnan Xing let out a laugh.

"You Qing, you are not authentic. If you don't let me watch such a big show, I will scratch my heart for the rest of my life!" Nan Xing waved his hand carelessly, and pulled Li Suwen away, "Eat something when you wake up." Come on, I’m so sleepy after guarding for a whole day, I’m going to sleep.”

"South--"

"Are you trying to exhaust me to death?" Linxia stood in front of Wen Youqing, staring at him quietly, "I finally cured you, just rest honestly, it's so difficult to be a mindless person .”

Wen Youqing: "..."

In fact, it's really rare, mainly because he can't control it.

"Okay, you go to rest too." Jing Yun drove Lin Xia out, and looked at Wen Youqing with porridge, "Yan Yan, open your mouth, ah—"

Wen Youqing stared at him, the man was unmoved, the hands holding the bowl and the spoon were very steady, finally Wen Youqing couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, "Ah—"

The matter of Shang Lanyun's poisoning was over for a while, and Wen Youqing didn't mention it much, and Jing Yun would not mention it.

Because his body was still a little weak, Wen Youqing had already been locked up in the house and drank medicinal soup for five days. Linxia didn't allow him to eat heavy oily and spicy food. Almost green.

At noon, Jing Yun walked into the room with a food box, and brought out two bowls of porridge and two dishes of side dishes under Wen Youqing's expectant eyes.

Wen Youqing: "...I want to run away from home, you abused me."

Lin Xia said that he was almost healed, it's fine if Brother Yun doesn't let him go out, why can't he still eat well!

"Did Yan Yan underestimate me, or overestimate herself?" Jing Yun sneered, "I'll watch over you every day, where do you want to go?"

As he spoke, he pinched Wen Youqing's hand and compared their palms together. That slender hand was weaker than Shang Jingyun's thick and callused hand, like silk and satin compared to an iron sword.

Not highly harmful, highly insulting.

despised.

Wen Youqing pursed her mouth, pulled out her hand with a sneer, picked up the porridge and moved two dishes of side dishes to her, acting as if I was angry and didn't want to talk to you.

"I'll make you minced meat porridge tomorrow, okay? Linxia said that you can't eat indigestible food now." Jing Yun was amused by his aggrieved appearance, and finally let go of the bottom line.

"Brother Yun is the best!" Wen Youqing, who has a milk is a mother, moved the side dishes back with a smile, eating happily.

Just after eating, Jian Jia led the two of them in. It was Wen Yunxiu and Wen Yunzhu who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Brother!" The two half-grown children groaned in unison, Wen Yunzhu was about to pounce on Wen Youqing like a small cannonball, but Jing Yun grabbed the collar of his back shirt and held him back.

Jing Yun said calmly: "Your brother is not in good health, don't torment him."

"Brother, are you feeling better recently?" Wen Yunxiu still had the dignified appearance of a lady, and took out the small bag in her hand, "I made a dress for my brother a few days ago, let's see if I like it."

"I've said it all, Yunxiu doesn't need to do these things, it's not good to hurt her hand." Wen Youqing looked at her hand distressedly, and after confirming that there was no wound, she heaved a sigh of relief and opened the small bundle, and saw a water-red robe inside. It's not too thick, and it's just right to wear after a few days of warmth.

Picking up the clothes and taking a closer look, compared to the snow-colored cloak before, this outer robe is more delicately embroidered, and the collar is embroidered with dark patterns with silver-red thread. There are red begonias dotted around the hem, the water red is pretty and tender. But it is not ostentatious, and is generally used in women's clothing, but it is rare to make it into a man's outer robe.

"This is as good as the embroiderer in the palace, Yunxiu, brother likes it very much." Wen Youqing smiled and went into the back room with the outer robe, changed into it after a while and walked out, "Look quickly, brother is wearing Does it fit well, does it look good?"

"It looks good!" Wen Yunxiu was cold to the outside world, but she was very lively to Wen Youqing, her face was blushing, "I knew my brother would look good in this color!"

Wen Yunzhu scratched his hair, and looked at people with his face in a daze, "Brother is the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

Jing Yun crossed his arms and agreed very much, his Yan Yan is naturally the best-looking.

Of course, compared to the two children, as an adult, General Jing Yun has some other thoughts, for example——Yan Yan looks so good in bright colors, if his thin white wrists are tied with red silk, or if he wears a black dress, then Or Dahongxifu...Jing Yun was delighted by his own imagination.

Wen Youqing touched each of his younger brother and sister's heads, and when he turned his head, he was distracted by Shang Jingyun's expression, his expression was indescribably rippling...

What bad things does this smelly man think about!

Wen Youqing walked to Jing Yun's side calmly, stomped hard on the other's foot without any trace, and even crushed him hard.

Jing Yun: "..." It doesn't hurt, I don't hurt at all.

Seeing that Wen Yunxiu got his brother's smile when he sent the robe, Wen Yunzhu was not to be outdone, he opened his small bag, and there were several stacks of books inside, and the ones on top should be all storybooks and albums.

"Brother, look! I brought all the new vernaculars from the book store, enough to relieve your boredom!" Wen Yunzhu patted his small chest, feeling that he was very good.

"They're all new ones?" Wen Youqing looked through them casually, and stopped when she saw one of them. It was the forbidden book alluding to the royal family!

Originally, he was just flipping through it with the possibility of it, but it really hit him, and his heart sank. Wen Yunzhu can buy this script, which means that this script is still being printed and sold, and the rumors will spread more widely. .

Feeling flustered, Wen Youqing supported her forehead and said weakly, "I can't take it anymore, you two hurry back while it's still early, the capital is not very peaceful recently, don't go out, you know?"

Wen Yunzhu was still a little bit reluctant, but Wen Yunxiu was very sensible, so she obediently responded and took her brother out.

Watching the two children walk out of the yard, Wen Youqing said in a low voice: "Brother Yun, can you send someone to follow them, it's best to stay in Anguo Gong's mansion these days."

"An Guogong Mansion has always been guarded." Jing Yun put his arm around his shoulders, "It might just be a coincidence, don't worry."

"I hope so." Wen Youqing smiled, but she was still uneasy.

From the palace banquet case to now, he has been restrained, and the feeling of losing control is not very good.

At the same time, the streets and alleys of Kyoto, restaurants and teahouses were all talking about the prince.

Normally, no one would dare to say this, but once more people talk about it, this person will become more courageous. After all, they don't think that the emperor will arrest a whole city because of a plausible rumor.

"Hey, you said that the emperor is rich and powerful and has three thousand beauties, let alone a prince, if I have the ability, I want to be the emperor too."

"The prince was named the prince when he was still a half-grown child. How many years has it taken, I guess I can't wait, tsk tsk tsk, the ruthless emperor's family."

"Isn't that right, the brothers next door to my house can beat their heads to death for the family property, and the emperor's family is fighting for the world."

"So it's quite possible that those people have passed it on. Maybe the weather in Kyoto will change in a few days."

"Who said it wasn't..."

There was a mixed bag of seats in the hall, but the topic of discussion was very unified, and all these words came to Shang Lanqing's ears without saying a word.

In the private room on the second floor, Shang Lanqing was facing a table of food, with a gloomy face, drinking in a muffled voice with a small wine glass in his hand.

"Aren't you tired of hearing so much these days?" Shan Yuan poured him another glass of wine.

Shang Lanqing raised his eyes to look at him, and raised the corners of his mouth, mockingly, "Tired of listening? They talk about me in different ways every day, have you given me a chance to get tired of listening?"

This sudden rumor made Shang Lanqing feel haggard, but the seemingly joking rumors spread all over the capital with lightning speed, and even mentioned it in the memorials sent by officials from other places in the past few days.

Shang Lanqing originally wanted to suppress this matter quietly, but because Emperor Anping wanted to test the prince's ability, he attached great importance to this matter and insisted on an answer.

There is no way that Shang Lanqing can only send someone to investigate, but so far no useful clues have been found. The people behind it are well hidden. If Shang Lanqing has never believed in ghosts and gods, he would have suspected that he was killed by him The man turned into a ghost came back for revenge.

Shanyuan refilled his glass of wine, and said indifferently: "You want to be emperor that much?"

Shang Lanqing, who was already a little drunk, paused, propped his chin up with one hand, and squinted at him, "If you don't want to be an emperor, what should you do?"

"There are so many options for knights, literati, and wealthy gentry." Shanyuan put his hands on his knees, "What's so good about being an emperor, the heights are so cold, have you ever seen Emperor Anping really smile?"

The height is not cold.

Shang Lanqing recalled with dizzy squinted eyes that he really didn't seem to have seen Emperor Anping really smile. In his memory, the emperor had all kinds of appearances, majestic, refined, gentle, but he didn't smile.

But what can he do if he is not the emperor?

Shang Lanqing's thinking at this time has fallen into an endless loop. When he made up his mind to walk towards the throne, he never thought of retreating for himself.

"Why are you so brainless." Shanyuan hated iron for being weak, and while Shang Lanqing was drunk, he pinched Xiao Xiangjiu's face fiercely, and the boredom in his heart eased.

He looked at the drowsy man, and remembered the first time he saw this man, Shang Lanqing was also a 12-year-old child at that time, his phoenix eyes were always wet, and he looked very cute.

Thinking of the innocence when he was a child, and looking at the cruelty of this person now, Shanyuan couldn't help sighing that he couldn't help himself, and he actually thought that this person was cruel and cute.

It's just that if this person knows his own mind, can he still accept being in the same room with him?

At this time, there was another loud talk about the prince from downstairs. Shang Lanqing, who was lying limply just now, sat up suddenly, picked up the cup in his hand and threw it downstairs, squinting and muttering to shut up.

Shanyuan: "..." It's kind of cute.