Reincarnation of the powerful minister

When the sun is falling, the sunny light penetrates through the latticed wooden windows of Mingwa, and sprinkles on a red silk quilt.

The so-called "Mingwa" is mostly made of clam shells that are polished extremely thin, or boiled with horns to make a liquid, which is condensed and pressed into thin slices, and inlaid on the window panes.The transparency and lighting of these two kinds of bright tiles are much better than that of window paper, but in a closed room, the skylight can only penetrate slightly, and there is a sense of blooming in the setting sun and dusk.

The windows of the main house of the Su Mansion use natural transparent mica sheets as bright tiles, the indoor light is brighter, but if you want to peek in from the window, because the mica texture is as hazy as fog, you can only see some vague outlines.

Shen Tongzhi—now he should be called Commander Shen—part of the house expansion and repair expenses that he invested in before was spent here with excellence.

Originally, Su Yan liked these staggered Mingwa tiles, and felt that they had the charm of "mica screens with deep candle shadows", but now he can't wait to pull a few large blackout curtains to block these windows tightly.

As if in this way, all kinds of unimaginable scenes that happened in this room from day to night can be completely covered up.

Su Yan's long hair was loose, and he lay half dead on the red silk quilt. Even if he heard Jing Hong's intentional footsteps when he chased into the house, he still closed his eyes and didn't move.

Jing Hong chased down the water basin and cotton towel in her hand, and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, looking at Master Su's mottled marks, covering almost from neck to toe, her eyes immediately showed some guilt.

He knew that Mr. Su looked as if he had suffered a crime, but in fact he wasn't hurt at all. It was just because of his natural skin quality that he could change from sweet white glaze to Tang Sancai with a little force.Under normal circumstances, rest for two or three days to return to the original state.

But because the visuals were a bit shocking, making Jing Hong chase after him with guilt inevitably gave birth to dissatisfaction and hatred, and felt that even if Shen Qi reined in from the brink of losing control, she would still be a mad dog without measure.

The hot water in the basin was mixed with wormwood juice, and he moistened it with a cotton towel, and gently wiped Master Su's whole body.

Su Yan let him fiddle with him, and said in a bad voice, with a hoarse voice: "Are you deaf? Call you so many times, but you can't hear even once? Don't say you're not at home today!"

Not only did Jing Hongzhui hear it, but she also listened outside the house door.

On the way, he wanted to grit his teeth and walk away countless times, but he was nailed to the same place again and again—wanted to know whether Lord Su had anything to do with that big Wala man; He completely abandons his sense of shame, and speaks words that make people blush and blood rush.

So for the first time, he didn't respond to Lord Su's call, because this call was not so much a call for help, it was more like an invitation, and even the sound of crying and begging for mercy was like a refusal to welcome under the extreme joy, which would only arouse the listener even more. strong desire.He was afraid that if he broke in right now... In the aftermath, Lord Su might be so ashamed and indignant after he sobered up.

Jing Hongzui pursed the corners of her mouth, and just wiped it without saying a word.Unexpectedly, Master Su would get even more angry. He wanted to shake off the cotton towel in his hand and get up, took a breath halfway, collapsed back on the bed, and asked angrily: "Didn't you and Shen Qi fight openly and covertly all day long with a pair of crows? You are like chicken eyes, when did you become a chicken of the same species, not even listening to me?"

"...I learned from my subordinates that my lord still wants to reunite with that old dream of Al Tan." Jing Hongzui's face was sullen, and her tone was flat, "My lord likes to recruit people, whether intentionally or not, my subordinates have no right to object, but Al Tan Frankly not.

"It would be fine if he was just a prince of a foreign tribe like he was back then, but in recent years he has become more ambitious, annexing Tartar and dominating the Northern Desert. Obviously, he is not a good character to deal with. I don't believe he has no love for Da Ming. The heart of coveting. If the two countries go to war in the future, if the adults have something to do with him, how will they gain a foothold in the country and how will they deal with themselves?

"Thinking about it further, if he knows that your lord is under tremendous pressure for this matter, but still wants to communicate with him, it means that this person's purpose is not pure. I'm afraid he just wants to use your lord to obtain information, or influence the political situation of Da Ming, so as to help him. He paved the way south."

Su Yan was slightly startled, and asked back: "Is this what you thought, or Shen Qi?"

Jing Hong pursued: "On this point, Shen Qi and I have the same opinion. Al Tan is definitely not a kind person, if he gets too involved with him, it may become a catastrophe in your career."

Su Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "With you all serving as a servant and listening in the hall, after tossing me to death, do you still believe that I have an affair with Altan?"

Jing Hong pursued: "If my lord has no thoughts about him in his heart, why do you still keep the sheepskin leggings and the cowhide water bag that he gave you back then? Don't think that your subordinates don't know, my lord keeps these two things. Into that wooden storage box under the bed."

In an instant, Su Yan seemed to be shot in the knee by a stray arrow, closed his eyes again, lay down on the quilt, and continued to pretend to be dead.

After Jing Hongzhui wiped his whole body dry, he put on his underwear.

Shen Qi entered the room at this time, and she had already changed into a new set of clothes. Seeing Jing Hongzhui squatting on the footboard in front of the bed to put on socks for Su Yan, she couldn't help frowning.

In his heart, he didn't want Su Yan to be touched by anyone but him, but he didn't explode.One is because Jing Hong's pursuit of martial arts is too high, but she doesn't ask for much. Being a bodyguard has indeed brought great protection to Su Yan's personal safety.The second is because Jing Hongzhui's background and temperament lead to a relatively low desire for monopoly compared to other high-ranking people who are eyeing for tigers. Candidates.

Repeatedly persuading herself to suppress the killing intent in her heart, Shen Qi walked to the bedside expressionlessly, bent down and picked up Su Yan.

Now Su Yan couldn't pretend to be dead, and opened his eyes and screamed: "——what else do you want to do!"

Shen Qi said: "The food is ready, it could have been brought in. But you don't like the smell in the bedroom, so I'll take you to the flower hall."

Su Yan struggled and jumped back on the bed: "No! I don't want to eat! Just let me continue lying on my stomach!"

Shen Qi was a little helpless, knowing that the previous hours of "extorting a confession" on the bed had tossed the other party hard, this time she would be angry for a while, and it was not easy to coax her well.

Jing Hong chased and squatted back on the pedal, and asked patiently: "My lord doesn't want to eat, what do you want to eat? This subordinate goes to buy."

Su Yan squinted at the two gangsters in front of the bed, and answered trickily: "I want to eat roast lamb, dipped in leek flower sauce, and served with authentic pot tea and kumiss from Beimo."

Sure enough, both of their faces turned green at the same time.

Su Yan groaned and said, "Why, you are worried about people who are thousands of miles away and haven't seen each other for more than two years. You are not worried about eating now?"

"Why don't you give Ah Zhui an official position?" He twitched the corner of his mouth at Jing Hongzhui, "In this way, you will meet the conditions in the credentials. Then you can go to the ceremony and use your superb sword I can’t kill Al Tan directly—from now on, once and for all, the smoke and dust in the Great Ming Beiguan subside, and I don’t have to be soaked in several large vinegar vats in turn. How about it?”

Jing Hong was chased by him, her face turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Shen Qi stared at Su Yan with calm eyes: "You don't want him to die, besides, if Al Tan dies at the hands of the officials attending the ceremony so uselessly, Bei Mo will pour out the whole country's soldiers to take revenge on Da Ming; but we don't want anything to happen to you either, Because the road you are going to take is full of choices and choices, and you cannot allow this bit of evil fate to override your beliefs."

Su Yan didn't speak, and sighed softly after a while: "Qilang, Ah Zhui, you reminded me correctly, I understand."

He turned over, faced the wall sleepily, and said casually, "Ah Chai, go open the box and throw those two things away."

Both Jing Hongzhui and Shen Qi knew about the big locked wooden box that he hid under the bed.

Su Yan was in another place, when Shen Qi helped him move, she moved the box from the old house, and still stuffed it under the bed, although she was a little curious, she didn't open it to see what happened.Later, Jing Hong chased San Gong and left behind the long sword "Oath", Shen Qi knew roughly that he put the long sword into the wooden box.

When Jing Hong was chasing after Shaanxi, she saw that Su Yan was always receiving two small gifts from Altan.Right now, even though the lord opened his mouth to tell him to destroy it, he always felt that the source was in the heart of the lord, not in those two dead things.As long as adults can clearly understand the stakes, what's the problem with keeping things?

So Jing Hong chased after him: "Things are not the key, as long as you know what you have in mind. So...do you still want to eat roast mutton and pot tea?"

After Su Yan hesitated, he smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, make me a porridge casserole."

Su Xiaojing is not at home.

He came out before dawn when Mr. Su stayed in the palace and did not return, with a swaddling baby that was scorched by charcoal in his arms.

... No matter what the old woman said is true or not, since you mentioned this swaddle with writing on the inside, why don't you show it to her, maybe you can identify what is written on it?

He comforted himself in this way, with his head bowed and chest in his chest, he trotted all the way, like a thief, he came to the alley where he met the old woman yesterday.

In the thin light of dawn, Su Xiaojing saw the figure of the old woman curled up at the base of the wall, as if she had been waiting in place all night, and only hoped that he could come back here again.

Su Xiaojing couldn't help being moved, took off his outer robe, and stepped forward to cover the old woman.

The old woman woke up with a start, and when she saw him, she was pleasantly surprised: "Little master..."

"Don't call me that!" Su Xiaojing took out the swaddling skin from his bosom with a straight face, "I came to you because I want you to help me see what is written on it?"

The old woman took the swaddle with trembling hands, looked carefully, and said excitedly: "That's it! Look at the pattern on the fabric, it's the jaw of a dragon... and this circle, it's the edge of the seal. The words are really too big. Little, I'm going to find a magnifying glass to have a look."

Magnifying glasses are not hard to find. The missionaries from Xiyi brought them into Daming, and occasionally sold them in the market.

Not knowing how many connections the old woman had behind her, she quickly obtained a magnifying glass from the missionary.Su Xiaojing fiddled with it a few times curiously, and put it on the swaddle to take a picture, those small and blurry characters suddenly became big and clear, and there were a few characters that were really smudged so badly that they could only be guessed from their outlines.

"—It really is the handwriting of the princess back then!" The old woman leaned over to look at it, and said, "Little master, your identity is beyond doubt, and it is time to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors."

In Su Xiaojing's bewilderment, there was faint joy, and a sense of sadness emerged from the secret joy: "Recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors? My mother died of illness, and my father... Even if King Xin is really my father, he has already been bestowed to death by the late emperor. Where is there a home, and where are the ancestors to recognize?"

The old woman said with tears in her eyes: "Young Master and I, I used to be called Madam Fan in the Palace... Besides, there are many old people who believe in the Palace. If they hear that the Young Master is alive, they will also come here."

Su Xiaojing shook his head dejectedly: "Forget it, I have no father, no mother, no relatives, no reason, and you are already dying, you should live your own life."

Nunnery Fan said: "Who said there is no relative and no reason? The little master also has a real uncle!"

Su Xiaojing was shocked, and then showed fear: "You mean the late emperor? The late emperor passed away for more than three months, don't you know?"

"Of course I know, but Emperor Jinglong is not your uncle. He and King Yu are both the Empress Dowager—that is, Princess Qin back then, bastards born from an affair with a private man!"

"What, what—" Su Xiaojing lost his voice in shock.

Nunnery Fan pulled a sneer at the corner of her shriveled mouth: "Many people in the Qin Palace knew about this. Your father's biological mother, King Qin's side concubine Mo Niangniang, was precisely because of exposing this matter. Because of this incident, you were retaliated against, imprisoned for several years, and finally died in the hands of Princess Qin. And your father Xin Wang and uncle Ning Wang were also neglected by your grandfather for a long time.

"After a while, Emperor Jinglong used the name of cutting the vassals to eradicate the princes who held military power one by one. Your father, King Xin, was forced to death by him. He was charged with treason...Listen, treason It's ridiculous! A bastard who stole the throne, who is conspiring against whom?"

Su Xiaojing's face was earthy, he shook his head and backed away.

Mother Fan said sharply: "Emperor Jinglong is a wild species, and his son, the current Emperor Qinghe, is naturally also a wild species. And you, little master, you are the Zhengshuo dragon species! Don't forget, your father believes in the king. He is the eldest son of Emperor Xianzu, if Zhu Geun hadn't stolen the throne, it stands to reason that he should be the emperor!"

Su Xiaojing's mind was already in chaos, King Xin, King Ning, Emperor Xian, Princess Qin, Ye Zhong, Zheng Shuo... Countless eyes whizzed and circled in his mind, sending out ear-piercing screams.He shook his head wildly: "I don't know, I don't know... who is my father, who is my uncle..."

Nunnery Fan took his hand and said word by word: "Your father is Xin Wang Zhu Tanli, the real late emperor. You only have one biological uncle, and it is Ning Wang Zhu Tan, who is a compatriot with your father and mother." And you, little master, Princess Xin personally named you Zhu Xian the night she sent your mother and son away.

"Zhu Xian—is the real son of heaven."