King's Landing [Rebirth]

As soon as the voice of the middle-aged scribe fell, there was a crisp reply from the bullock cart: "Okay!"

Then a young man poked his head out and jumped down neatly. The two servants following the bullock cart hurried forward, together with the driver driving the cart, the four of them worked together to lift the person lying in the cart out.

This person was lying on a temporary bamboo frame, his eyes were closed, his complexion was pale, his thin lips were even more white with bruises in them, one shoulder was bulging high, and a faint smell of medicine wafted from it.

The middle-aged scribe pushed open the fence door and walked in first.

After the people on the bamboo stand were settled, the servant and the coachman withdrew, and the young man who stayed behind stared at the unconscious man and scratched his head: "Master, why is this man still awake?"

The middle-aged scribe didn't make a sound, just leaned over and lifted the man's skirt to have a look, and saw that the wound on his shoulder hadn't opened, then picked up his wrist to feel the pulse, and finally pondered for a moment, showing doubts on his face.

The young man stared at his face: "Master, your excellent medical skills will not deceive me, will you?"

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged scribe glared at him feigned anger, and then frowned again, "The poison has been completely eliminated, and the high fever has also subsided. After so many days, it's time to wake up..."

"Isn't that just Master, your medical skills are not good?" The young man glanced at him and murmured softly, shrinking his neck.

The middle-aged scribe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Go! Pour tea for Master!"

The young man stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran away with a cigarette, and soon ran back with the water that the servant had just boiled. While making tea attentively, he stole a look at his master.

The middle-aged scribe looked carefully at the unconscious man, twirling the sparse beard under his jaw, puzzled.

"Master, drink tea!" The young man squeezed to him, handed over the teacup, imitating how he looked at it carefully, and asked curiously, "Master, are you looking for a doctor or a physiognomy?"

The middle-aged scribe has a lot of research on physiognomy and stargazing. Although medical skills are also extremely superb, they are relatively not his best. That's why the young man has the courage to make fun of him with medical skills.

The middle-aged scribe sighed: "This person is tricky! I can't understand it as a teacher! I can't understand it! Sigh..."

The boy looked puzzled.

The middle-aged scribe patiently explained: "The fate of this person is specious and very strange. He seems to be a servant, but also a master, a life of hardship, and a lifetime of wealth, a short life, and a long-lived man..."

The young man listened to his chatter for a long while, and was dazed and dizzy: "Master, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" The middle-aged scribe took a sip of tea, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered, "I don't know when this person will wake up. When he opens his eyes, I will take another look, and I will definitely be able to see him." One or two."

Although the young man liked to bicker with him, he actually trusted his ability very much, so he admired him very much. After listening to him babbling for a long time, he even became curious about the unconscious person, and hoped that this person would wake up soon.

The master and the apprentice were talking, when there was a soft knock on the fence door outside, and soon a servant came to send a message: "Sir, Mr. Lu is here."

"Oh? Please come in!" The middle-aged scribe showed joy and hurriedly got up to greet him.

The young man had already brewed good tea cleverly, bowed his hands to the people who came in, and said crisply: "The boy has seen Mr. Lu!"

"Hehe, there is no need to be too polite." The visitor was about the same age as a middle-aged scribe, with a handsome face, eyebrows, nose and lips that were [-]% similar to Lu Zixiu. He was Lu Zixuan, the eldest son of Lu Taishou of Wu County.

The middle-aged scholar and Lu Zixuan are quite familiar. Although one is dressed simply and the other is well-dressed, they both have the style of a celebrity that is unforgettable.

The two of them didn't exchange much greetings, and while waiting for the servant to set up the chessboard, they sat opposite each other and drank tea.

Lu Zixiu said: "Mr. Sun has been away for several months. Lu can't find anyone to play chess. It's really hard. He came several times but failed. Fortunately, today I finally hope you back!"

The middle-aged literati's surname is Sun. Mr. Sun smiled and said to the young man, "Master Lu is staying here for dinner today, so hurry up and order."

Lu Zixuan was not polite to him either, he flicked his sleeves and prepared to play chess with him, but suddenly he paused, shrugged his nose, and asked in doubt: "Why does it smell like medicine?"

Mr. Sun said: "On the way back, I rescued a person. That person was injured and poisoned, and he is still unconscious. I brought him back."

Lu Zixuan raised his eyebrows: "Poisoned?"

Mr. Sun nodded.

Mr. Sun often treats patients he doesn't know. Lu Zixuan has long been used to it. However, there are very few people who are injured or poisoned. A little worried.

"Mr. Sun, forgive Lu for talking too much. It's an eventful time now. He's injured and poisoned. I'm afraid there's something wrong with his background. You should be careful, so you don't cause trouble for yourself."

Mr. Sun shook his head with a smile: "Mr. Sun can't just ignore his death, what's more, this person's face is very strange. Mr. Sun can't understand it all the time, so he can't help feeling itchy, and I look forward to taking a good look at him when he wakes up." Look."

Lu Zixuan was curious: "There are faces that Mr. Sun can't understand?"

Mr. Sun shook his head again, and smiled helplessly: "Sun is not a god."

Lu Zixuan also laughed, stopped talking, played a few rounds of chess with him, it was really enjoyable, and stayed for dinner again, seeing the servant bringing the medicine, he remembered that there was still a person lying inside.

"I'll go take a look with you." Lu Zixuan was a little curious about this strange-looking man, so he hurriedly got up and followed behind him.

Opening the bamboo curtain and walking in, the smell of medicine became more intense. When Lu Zixuan walked closer, he suddenly felt that the person on the couch looked familiar, and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

"What's wrong?" Mr. Sun turned to look at him.

Before Lu Zixuan answered, he moved closer to take a closer look, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Yuansheng?!"

"Huh? Master Lu knows this person?"

Lu Zixuan frowned and nodded: "Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, Lu still remembers this face. This person was originally a servant of Lu's second brother, but he was sent away...how come he is here?"

Mr. Sun was surprised at once, looked at him and then at the people on the couch: "The servant next to Mr. Lu? This... This clothes don't look like a servant's clothes."

Lu Zixuan also found it strange, he was not familiar with Yuan Sheng, he only knew that he was highly valued by his second brother, and was sent to the prime minister's mansion by his father, after that he didn't pay attention to this matter again, he became an aide to the servant of the prime minister's mansion and even became " He was even ignorant of such things as "male pet" and so on. At this moment, he suddenly saw a servant who was supposed to serve in the prime minister's mansion lying here in luxurious clothes, and was injured and poisoned. He couldn't help but feel even more puzzled.

Could it be that Yuan Sheng dressed like this in order to pretend to be the prime minister and block the sword for the prime minister?But it's impossible for the prime minister to leave Beijing soon!

Lu Zixuan didn't value Yuan Sheng very much at first, but he understood his second brother's thoughts somewhat, and he was even more clear about his father's attitude, so he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The second younger brother specially entered the imperial court as an official for the sake of Yuan Sheng, and lived in the capital all the time. It can be seen that he was thinking that even ten cows would not be able to return.Now that Yuan Sheng is injured here, could it be that he was abandoned by the Prime Minister's Mansion?

When Lu Zixuan was puzzled by this matter, Wang Shuzhi was sitting by the lake in the prime minister's mansion in the capital, resting against a big rock with his eyes closed.

He said it was a rest, but his heart was very confused. So far, there is no news of Yan Qing. Thinking that the people from King Yi's side have not found him, he doesn't know whether to worry or be thankful.

Since the day when the rebellion subsided, the emperor has not shown his face again. Fortunately, the government has always been in his hands. Without his guarding, this capital city with unstable hearts may all fall under the control of King Yi. .

The emperor did not show his face, saying that he was sick on the couch in shock, and even his prime minister, who had power over the government and the public, would be stopped even if he entered the palace to face the saint, let alone other people.

If you want to force your way, it's not impossible. Even if your uncle is still annoyed with him, the combined strength of Xie Zhuo and King Jing should not be underestimated. However, he has not heard from Yan Qing yet, and he does not intend to act rashly for the time being.

Opening his eyes and looking at the small boat in the middle of the lake, Wang Shuzhi couldn't help being dazed when he thought of Sima Rong's wanton and carefree smile that night when he poked his head out of the cabin to get wet in the rain.

Wang Ting stood by, glanced at him from time to time, and sighed secretly.

Last time, Mr. Yan Qing... oh no, Prince... when he left the prime minister's mansion, the prime minister hardly ever smiled.This time the prince was not just leaving, Cheng even lost his face, and would be in a daze whenever he had time, as if most of the three souls and seven souls flew away.

Wang Shuzhi sat by the lake for a long time, wishing he could go out and look for it himself, but every time he was stopped by Pei Liang and persuaded, he had to regain his composure.

He must sit in the middle of the capital and suppress King Yi!

If in the past, he thought he was a loyal minister, everything was for the stability of the government.

But now he is no longer in charge of Da Jin, but in charge of Yan Qing.

This world will belong to Yan Qing in the future, and he must guard it, and hand it over to him intact when he returns.

I can't leave by myself!

Wang Shuzhi suppressed the wavering thoughts in his heart again, stood up from the ground in pain, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Call Pei Liang over."

Wang Ting turned his head and looked not far away: "Prime Minister, Mr. Pei has come!"

When Pei Liang came to him, Wang Shuzhi had recovered his composure: "How is the palace?"

"Back to the prime minister, I'm afraid that King Yi was getting impatient. Today, the emperor was forced by him to change the crown prince again, and he almost fainted."

The crown prince was assassinated and disappeared, and he has not been found so far. In the eyes of most people, it must be a disaster. Therefore, the voice of changing the crown prince in the court is getting louder and louder. If it is not for Wang Shuzhi's pressure, it will have been messed up long ago.

One day if Yan Qing is not found, there will be one more day of chaos in the court, and King Yi is afraid, and he dare not do anything for the time being. The emperor hates that King Yi is colluding with his own imperial army, and he does not want him to get his wish.

The most important thing now is to let the emperor continue to insist.

Wang Shuzhi's eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Let Eunuch Tong take a message to the emperor, no... Eunuch Tong is not suitable."

Pei Liang said: "Prime Minister, only Eunuch Tong can get close to the emperor now, as long as it is said that other servants passed it on to Eunuch Tong, the emperor will not suspect him."

Wang Shuzhi thought for a while, then nodded: "That's the only way to go."

Pei Liang asked: "What message do you need to convey? This subordinate will do it immediately."

"Just say..." Wang Shuzhi paused, with a sneer on his lips, "Prince Yi conspired to take the emperor's life and replace him once he got the crown prince."

Pei Liang showed hesitation.

Wang Shuzhi knew what he was thinking, and said firmly: "Don't worry, the emperor is suspicious, you don't need evidence, this sentence is enough."