After I died, the sickly prince turned black

You Ziqing followed Zhao Zhen without saying a word.

Along the way, Zhao Zhen didn't speak, which made You Ziqing very uneasy.

"Your Highness..." You Ziqing paused, "Your Highness is angry?"

"A little bit." Zhao Zhen was expressionless.

"I was invited by Song Yikun. The reason why I agreed to the appointment was to see what he wanted to do."

You Ziqing stretched out two fingers to pinch Zhao Zhen's sleeve and tugged: "I didn't expect to meet Zhao Ji, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry about this." Zhao Zhen's voice was muffled: "I just see you being jealous with him."

You Ziqing: "..."

Being able to say the word jealous frankly shows that Zhao Zhen's mood is fine and there is no sign of losing control.

Realizing this, You Ziqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that Your Highness didn't misunderstand me."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen paused, knowing that You Ziqing was frightened, so he couldn't help but ease his expression.

"Don't be afraid, my illness has recovered a lot. Although I am still easily provoked, I can control it rationally, and I won't easily lose control and go crazy again."

Zhao Zhen pulled You Ziqing into the private room: "I won't hurt you anymore."

You Ziqing looked at Zhao Zhen, suddenly smiled, grabbed Zhao Zhen's arm, turned around and pushed him against the door.

Looking at You Ziqing who bullied him, Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

However, You Ziqing kissed the corner of Zhao Zhen's mouth lightly and then backed away.

"So happy?" Zhao Zhen put his arms around his waist and pulled him back into his arms.

"Being disgusted with a few nasty guys for a long time, I am naturally happy to have a handsome and pleasing brother."

You Ziqing looked at Zhao Zhen, suddenly suppressed his smile, and stretched out his arms to hug him: "Your Highness, thank you for trusting me."

"Isn't this what it should be?" Zhao Zhen patted You Ziqing on the back: "You should trust me more, but it doesn't matter, we still have a long way to go, let's work hard together."

"Yeah." You Ziqing chuckled, let go of Zhao Zhen and turned around to look around: "Didn't your Highness come here with the Minister of the Household Department?"

"Yes." Zhao Zhen pulled You Ziqing to sit down at the table: "But I've already left."

You Ziqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Zhen.

"Father is staring at me, I have to be more active." Zhao Zhen sat down beside You Ziqing, poured him tea with his own hands, but pushed the dim sum away with some disgust: "But tomorrow, he should have I will refuse marriage to my father."

"Oh?" You Ziqing was holding a teacup, but he put it back after hearing the words.

"Although the candidate has been decided, it has not been officially stated on the surface that the emperor will ask him to formally mention it tomorrow." The corner of Zhao Zhen's mouth curled up.

You Ziqing looked at Zhao Zhen's listless expression, and couldn't help being curious: "What did Your Highness do?"

"I hinted to him that my father would ask him to discuss marriage tomorrow, and by the way, I "unintentionally" revealed the fate predicted by Qin Tianjian. "

Zhao Zhen picked up the teacup: "He doesn't seem to care, but when he encounters something unexpected tonight, he will take it seriously... After all, he may not care about his daughter, but he should cherish his life."

You Ziqing: "..."

"Why do you look at me like that?" Seeing You Ziqing looking at him with a complicated expression, Zhao Zhen laughed.

"It's okay once or twice this time. If something happens every time, His Highness will have a solid reputation for suppressing his wife, and you really don't regret it?" You Ziqing asked.

"I don't regret it." Zhao Zhen held You Ziqing's hand: "I can't tolerate anyone in my heart except you, You Ziqing, that is, you can't give birth. If you can give birth, I'd feel bad if a little bastard came out. .”

You Ziqing: "..."

"What?" Seeing You Ziqing's speechless face, Zhao Zhen said deliberately: "Could it be that you still want to give birth to me as a little bastard? Then we have to work harder, but if you work hard, your body can take it Is it?"

You Ziqing slowly took a sip from the teacup, without even raising his eyelids, and said with a sneer, "I don't have the ability, why don't you try it yourself, Your Highness?"

"Try what?" Zhao Zhen said solemnly: "For a little bastard who doesn't want to, what if you show off your waist? I don't want you to be troubled."

Really...

The more you talk, the more boundless it is!

You Ziqing took a deep breath, and decisively changed the subject: "Did you find anything at Xingjiang Tower?"

"I called you here to tell you this." Zhao Zhen said, "Ansi and the other two found the account book from the old bustard's room in Xingjiang Tower."

"What kind of ledger?" You Ziqing's eyes lit up.

"Go to the Biezhuang in the west of the city at night, and you'll know after a look." Zhao Zhen said.

You Ziqing's eyelids twitched: "No."

After a pause, he said, "I told you His Highness is coming to the Hou Mansion."

"I've put away all the paintings, and besides, there's no one there, so it's so comfortable, don't you want to try?" Zhao Zhen moved closer to You Ziqing's ear.

You Ziqing squinted at him: "Your Highness likes to find excitement so much, do you want me to accompany you to the mass graves to find excitement?"

"Forget about the mass grave." Zhao Zhen stroked his chin: "There is an old tree in the west of the city. It is very old. The trunk is wide enough for two people to lie down."

"Heh!" You Ziqing sneered: "Stacking Arhats?"

Zhao Zhen gave a thumbs up: "Ziqing is the one who knows me."

"Either go to the Marquis Mansion by yourself, or don't come here." You Ziqing patted his sleeves and stood up: "Will you give me the account book?"

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but Zhao Zhen grabbed his arm and sat down.

"Go, go, go, I'll go to the Marquis's Mansion to find you. Why are you so impatient? Isn't it just your own portrait, so scary?"

After teasing enough, Zhao Zhen straightened his face: "The account book records not the income and expenses of Xingjiang Tower, but the sale of heads."

"It's not surprising that the brothel is a place." But since Zhao Zhen mentioned it, there must be something strange: "But what's wrong with this head account?"

"Well." Zhao Zhen nodded: "There are records of deaths and deaths bought and redeemed every month. I checked it roughly, and the deaths, redeemed and existing numbers do not match the ones bought. The strangest thing is that there are I remember buying more than a dozen people that month, but the new head of the building may only be two or three people, and the rest of them just disappeared out of thin air."

"Could it be that the extra people are the ones in those boxes?" You Ziqing tapped the table with her fingers, "What are they smuggling these people for?"

Zhao Zhen frowned and shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on in Zhaoxian County." You Ziqing mused, "It's not enough to alarm the court just by finding out this point, we need some other evidence."

"Do you know something?" Zhao Zhen keenly heard something from You Ziqing's words.

"Didn't I tell His Highness?" You Ziqing was taken aback by the question.

Zhao Zhen shook his head.

You Ziqing thought about it, but it seemed that she had never mentioned it.

He took a deep breath: "In my previous life, I found something was wrong with the Song family, so I checked it out, but the other party was too cautious, and I never got around to it. But I suspect that the Song family has a heart of disobedience."

You Ziqing also mentioned it to Zhao Ji at the time, telling him to pay attention, not wanting to end up being the one to be feared.

"That's why I've always suspected that the Song family smuggled weapons, or something else, under the guise of burying corpses."

You Ziqing took a look at Zhao Zhen: "But now I heard His Highness say that the Xingjiang Tower account book, they probably smuggled not only weapons, gold and silver, but also living people."

As for what to do with smuggling living people, it is naturally hoarding private soldiers.

But thinking about it is wrong.

Zhao Zhen frowned and pondered: "Song Cheng is a civil servant, why did you do this?"

If it is a military general, it is still possible. After all, the military exploits are great, and there are always a few who are rebellious and unwilling to be ministers.

But if civil servants usually think this way, either the emperor is incompetent, or the emperor is young and weak, no matter what it is, there must be an opportunity.

You Ziqing disagreed: "Throughout the ages, there are few people who think that they are unparalleled in their wisdom and can steal the world? It's just that their desires can't be filled."

This is true.

Zhao Zhen nodded, but changed the topic: "Go to the Biezhuang in the west of the city, and I promise not to let you see those portraits again."

You Ziqing: "??"

Is it over yet?