Rebirth of Bamboo Horse Treacherous

Prince's Mansion Room.

Huai Jing raised his hand and waved away the little maids in the room, cast a glance at Hua Wenyu who was recuperating on the bed, and said coldly, "Mr. Hua, long time no see."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Hua Wenyu's face, and she insisted, "His Royal Highness."

Huai Jing nodded expressionlessly, "So Mr. Hua still remembers me."

Hua Wenyu's eyes flickered, but in the end she bowed her head politely and subdued, "After all, it's a master-servant relationship, and Wen Yu will never forget the kindness of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh——a master and servant,"

Huai Jing stretched the ending and repeated, seeing Hua Wenyu almost couldn't sit still and supported the bed and remembered, then he continued slowly, "If Mr. Hua didn't say it, I would have forgotten that you were still me before that." People in the house."

Hua Wenyu's throat twitched, but she finally endured it. She had to bow her head under the eaves, not to mention that he still had to ask for him now...

Squeezing the quilt that covered her belly, Hua Wenyu hid the thoughts on her face, and looked up at Huai Jing, "Your Highness, the Prince, must not be here to care about Hua's little mistakes before, right?"

Small mistake?

Care about?

Is this implying that he has a small belly?

Huai Jing's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, but before he could open his mouth, Hua Wenyu, who had already mastered the art of observing people's opinions and deciphering people's will, had already set up a ladder for him at the right time, and calmly moved The topic led to another path.

"His Royal Highness knows that the late emperor had an orphan, right?" Hua Wenyu picked her nails seemingly indifferently, but her eyes were secretly observing Huai Jing's expression.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across Huai Jing's face.

Hua Wenyu's bait was thrown out smoothly, but Huai Jing lowered his eyes and walked to the window with his hands behind him, admiring the drifting snow outside the window, refusing to bite the bait.

Hua Wenyu didn't care, and continued, "It is said that the royal family is as thin as paper, but His Majesty and the late emperor are not. _Is Your Majesty the next emperor appointed by the ancestors?"

Huai Jing looked out of the window at the silently falling snowflakes, and slowly clenched his fingers hanging by his side into fists.

Hua Wenyu ignored whether he had any reaction, and continued to speak slowly in her own tune.

"Since ancient times, the crown prince has been established, either the eldest son or the first son. The first emperor was the eldest son, but his mother and concubine were just a little maidservant serving tea in Xue Guiren's palace. Your Majesty is the first son. His mother and concubine are the current Empress Dowager Sheng Yuan, and her mother's concubine was even more so in those days. The Li family occupies most of the country in the court. In terms of seniority, His Majesty is obviously better than the late emperor. What's more, the late emperor was not a talent for an emperor since he was a child. So how could the position of heir who has been appointed by everyone be expected to fall in the end? In the hands of the late emperor?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Huai Jing turned around and stared at Hua Wenyu with lowered eyes.

Hua Wenyu smiled nonchalantly, "What I want to say is, if your majesty knows that he will overcome all difficulties to send his elder brother to the throne, and a biological son is still alive, do you think it will have any influence on your majesty? ?”

Huai Jing's sunken eyes became even more bottomless. After a long silence, he raised his head to look at Hua Wenyu, and asked in a cold voice, "When did Mr. Hua know the imperial family Xin Mi so well?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what's the point?"

"The point is, young master Pei's treasure is more than just the key to the treasure..."

Hua Wenyu saw that Huai Jing's face was becoming more and more serious, and continued to add fire with winking, "The words are unfounded, Your Highness may not believe me, but His Highness can personally send someone to Jiangnan to check again. If If what Hua said is true, I hope His Highness will grant me a favor."

Huai Jing took a deep breath to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, turned his head to look at Hua Wenyu, and said lightly, "What's the benefit?"

Hua Wenyu clutched her wound with difficulty and got up, propped herself up and knelt on the bed and lowered her head respectfully, "I implore Your Highness to let Ji Ranxi go."

Huai Jing narrowed his eyes, "If I remember correctly, the reason I let you out is to get back the account book from Ji Ranxi?"

"Hua thinks that today's words are enough to make up for the crime."

Hua Wenyu still knelt respectfully, but her tone was neither humble nor overbearing.

Huai Jing looked at him in silence for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "After leaving, you are not allowed to step into the capital again."

Footsteps sounded in the room and then went away. When Hua Wenyu was helped to sit down by the little maids, she still couldn't believe it!

Is it... believing him... promising to let them go...?

***

If it's so easy to trust others, then it's not Huaijing.

Even though he knew that 80.00% of what Hua Wenyu said was true, Huai Jing still sent someone to Jiangnan as soon as he left the guest room.

Although he knew that since Shen Guzhi had chosen to intercept these news, he would definitely not leave any clues for them to find out, but Huai Jing couldn't help but send someone to go there!He doesn't need to pick up any clues that Shen Guzhi missed, he just needs to prove that Shen Guzhi's interception of the news is true...

if true...

Huai Jing's eyes dimmed, and he turned around with Xiao Dezi and stepped on the stone path to the courtyard.

"Master, just eat something!"

As soon as he walked to the gate of the side courtyard, the mournful voice of the little maid in the house came out.

"Zheliu, I really can't eat..."

As soon as Pei Ye handed the handkerchief to Zhe Liu with red eyes, the carved door was already pushed open.

Huai Jing looked at the little maid who was weeping silently while holding a small bowl of porridge, and Pei Ye who was holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, turned his eyes and asked, "Why, is this a hunger strike?"

"Your Highness, forgive me! Young Master, he just doesn't feel well!" Zhe Liu quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand when he saw the person coming, and knelt down holding the small bowl.

"Call the imperial doctor if you feel uncomfortable. Are you procrastinating because you are afraid that my prince's residence will not be able to pay the medical bills?!"

There was anger in Huaijing's words, and Zheliu knelt on the ground shyly, not daring to answer.

Pei Ye looked at her thin shoulders that kept shaking, couldn't bear it, and said, "I'm fine here, let's go down first."

Zhe Liu still knelt on the ground and whispered.

Huai Jing took a look at her, even though he had a lump in his heart, he was not interested in bullying the little maid, so he waved at her and said, "Okay, let's go down."

Zhe Liu kowtowed respectfully, picked up the small bowl, bent over and got up to leave.

"Wait, leave the porridge."

Huai Jing took the half-warm porridge from her hand, waved his hand, "Go down."

"Yes." Zhe Liu bowed and retreated with red eyes.

"You go out too."

Huai Jing turned around and slanted at Xiao Dezi who was still standing stupidly behind him. Xiao Dezi was startled by the cold light in his eyes, and quickly shouted 'cha! ' also ran away.

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