Lin Jiajingyu's Counterattack in the Red Chamber

Typhoon Yushi heard that Qingtian Bairi, the second son of Marquis Mingyi, committed a crime in the street and killed him tragically, so he took part in the book of Marquis Boling early in the morning.This morning, all the pillars of the country in the court were arguing enthusiastically for the whole morning because of this matter.

After the morning court, Yan Yang, who was so quarreled by a group of people, retreated to the left and right, and meditated alone in a remote pavilion called Huifang Pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

The former Concubine Hui is now the nobleman Ximei, so the emperor purposely built the Huixin Palace next to the Meilin.This Huifang Pavilion is next to the Huixin Palace, and it was built by the emperor in order to allow the former concubine Hui to show up and enjoy the plum blossoms.The old man serving in the palace kept the word Hui secret, and could only deduce some fragments from a few words.

Huifang was originally the emperor's favorite concubine, and she was in the limelight for a while.Even Concubine Geng, who has been doting on the harem for many years now, can't outrun her, but in the end she still lost completely in this battlefield without gunpowder smoke.The Huixin Palace, which was bustling with people back then, is now no different from the Lenggong Palace, and even less people have set foot in the Huixin Palace area.Even Mei Lin, not far from Huixin Palace, gradually couldn't come because of everyone's avoidance.Later, when another plum grove was moved out on the west side of the imperial garden, the plum grove that was found by one person was immediately barren.

When he was the third prince, Concubine Geng controlled the harem, and the people in the previous dynasty only saw the eldest prince and the second prince winning the holy favor.When he was depressed, he sat alone in the Huifang Pavilion.

He remembered that in the court hall just now, when Liang Yushi, who was famous for his integrity, had just pointed his finger at Marquis Mingyi and criticized him for being ineffective in teaching his son, the veteran officials in the court hall would quote the scriptures and sarcasm.His good second elder brother even insinuated that Liang Yushi was provoked to falsely accuse the elders of the court, and even brought out the old sage to suppress him, Yan Yang felt trapped in his heart.

It's not a day or two since he wanted to deal with these moths in the country. The shrewd people in the court also guessed a little bit, even the unsavvy people can see some tricks by watching people's behavior.

As long as there is a sign of suppressing veterans in the court, those princes' families will huddle together, unable to penetrate with needles or splash with water.The old sage who sits in the deep palace and still controls the government is even more protective everywhere. Thinking of the "old sage" who "cultivated himself" in the deep palace, Yan Yang can't tell.

Knocking on the railing in boredom, Yan Yang secretly thought about the countermeasures in his heart.

A little father-in-law walked through the corridor, trotted thousands of times, bent down and said something in a low voice to Eunuch Gao who was waiting not far from Huifang Pavilion.

Eunuch Gao nodded to the little eunuch, indicating that he understood what he said quite clearly.After sending the little eunuch back, Eunuch Gao paused in place for a while.

Your Majesty definitely doesn't want to be disturbed now, but if there is news about that master, Your Majesty should be very happy, right? !

After making up his mind, Eunuch Gao stepped forward and saluted, then interrupted Yan Yang's thoughts softly.

"Your Majesty, Minglang has returned, and is now waiting outside the side hall."

Yan Yang came back to his senses, let out a breath, suppressed his disturbed mood, nodded to Eunuch Gao, got up and left Huifang Pavilion.

Eunuch Gao slightly raised his eyes to look at Yan Yang's face, guessing the holy will.

Seeing Yan Yang's expressionless face, seemingly neither angry nor happy, Eunuch Gao's uneasy heart calmed down a bit.

When I walked through the plum garden, I saw a beautiful palace servant girl who was about [-] years old folding plum blossoms.

The palace maid seemed not expecting to meet the emperor in such a remote place, she knelt down to salute with panic on her face, turned too hastily, and fell to the ground with an exclamation of 'Ah--', the plum branches in her hands were scattered On the ground, her hands unconsciously rubbed her ankles, and on the sleeves of the pink palace dress, a novel plum blossom for the occasion was shyly waiting to be released, which set off her white and beautiful wrists.

"Your Majesty Jin'an, the servants are innocent and disturbed the holy driver, and deserve death."

The voice is like the first song sung by an oriole that has rested for a whole winter, twiddling and crooning.Seemingly afraid, she secretly glanced at Yan Yang shyly and timidly, seeing Yan Yang looking at him, she hurriedly lowered her head, just right, just showing her most soft and shy side.

Yan Yang's eyes were obscure, and it was kind of him to meet him in such a remote place.After all, only the old man who has been by his side to serve him personally knows this habit of his own. Even the queen mother doesn't know much about it, but she is amazing.Fading away his slightly frowning brows, Yan Yang asked softly, "Which palace are you from?"

"The maidservant is the maidservant next to the queen, Yuanchun of the Rongguo Mansion." Without hearing Yan Yang's words, the maidservant lowered her voice, and said weakly: "The empress was caught in the wind and cold the day before yesterday. Seeing that the plum blossoms here are blooming well, I thought about taking two back to make the empress feel more relaxed."

When he heard that the servant girl came from the Rongguo Mansion, Yan Yang's eyes became even darker, thinking of the troubled thing just now, a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then disappeared in a moment.After going over the maid's name in his mind, Yan Yang took a deep look at the maid called Yuan Chun, saw her body trembling slightly, shook his head in his heart and took Eunuch Gao away.

After walking for a long distance, Yanyang Mosai, who came to the conclusion of his thinking, suddenly realized, and told Gao Gonggong: "You go to the Queen's Palace to announce the decree, and you can make the one from the Rongguo Mansion just now the Minister of Fengzao Palace."

Eunuch Gao, who was puzzled for a while, didn't show anything on his face, and when he heard Yan Yang finished speaking, he hurriedly said: "Yes"

When Yanyang arrived at the side hall, he really saw Minglang waiting outside in his normal clothes, and his mood brightened for no reason.

Minglang took a wrong step and followed Yan Yang in, while Eunuch Gao stood guard outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, the servant is lucky to live up to his fate."

Minglang bowed and finished speaking, looked up to see Yan Yang nodding, presented the box in his hand, and then bowed back.

Yan Yang opened the box, slowly pulled out the letter under the finger of Yupan, and began to read it carefully.

Yanyang:

I can't express my gratitude to Wen Jun.Thanks to you, everything is fine.Back then, when the flowers were falling, I met in front of Jun's alley, and I haven't seen Jun's face for many years. I don't know if it is still the same as before.

Ruqing.

Just sixty characters, three characters more than his, looking at the letter which is full of excuses, Yan Yang thought bitterly.

Forget it, the future is long, and originally he was just trying to get in touch with Ruqing.

After touching the black mass on the third line on the paper, the corners of Yan Yang's mouth rose even higher.This can also be regarded as Ruqing being casual in front of him, doesn't it mean to treat him as an outsider? !His handwriting has become more and more refined.

Yanyang naturally ignored the short 57 characters, he pondered for a few days, and the neat, concise and beautiful one was the most pleasing one he chose from a stack.

Yan Yang read the letter word by word from beginning to end again with a smile, branding it in his heart.Then carefully fold it according to the original crease, put it aside, and then take out the jade wrench from the box.

"this is"

Hearing Yan Yang's protracted voice, Ming Lang hurriedly looked up, and saw Yan Yang holding a jade wrench and looking at it carefully.Minglang lowered his head deeply, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this is what Mr. Lin took off from the thumb of his left hand when the servant left."

Yan Yang asked back in a good mood after listening. "oh?"

Minglang also knew that his master just asked casually, and never thought of him replying, and he would not add anything to embarrass his master who is in a good mood.

After all, what he said just now can easily be misunderstood in the side direction.Moreover, Minglang saw Yanyang rubbing the jade finger in his hand with a smile in his eyes from the side. It was obvious that the master was very satisfied with his vague words.

There was silence in the hall, and he stood bowed with clear eyes and nose and heart.

Yan Yang looked carefully at every part of the jade finger, and while trying to put it on the thumb of his right hand, he asked casually: "What was Ruqing's expression when he saw that hair crown?"

He carefully selected for a long time, and finally found a hair crown that he thought could barely match the man.Thinking of the man's blue hair bound by the hair crown he personally selected, Yan Yang felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

What Yan Yang didn't know was that he had so desperately missed a situation.When Lin Jingyu saw the hair crown that Yan Yang specially brought, she felt that it was too complicated and gorgeous, so she put it on the shelf as a matter of course.

If Yanyang knew, I wonder if he would regret the simple style he gave up in the end.

Yan Yang exerted a little force, but found that he still couldn't press the jade finger into the depth of his thumb, frowned, took out the jade finger, and put it on his index finger.

Minglang said carefully: "Mr. Lin opened it after the slave left, so the slave"

Interrupting Minglang, Yanyang took off the tight jade ring finger from his index finger, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Pressing it onto the ring finger, Yan Yang, who felt the tightness was just right, turned it slowly with his left hand, imagining the arc when Lin Jingyu rubbed the ring finger.

"What about the other thing I gave you?"

Minglang suppressed his shock, and said in a soft voice: "Master Jiangliu is the youngest son of Master Changjiang City of Qianguan Zizai Academy, and the nephew of Master Gu, Marquis of Boling."

Yan Yang listened silently.

Looking up and seeing the slight impatience on Yan Yang's face, he also knew that these masters must be clear, but he didn't want to lay out the words behind him!It's good to have a transition.

Minglang took a deep breath, and said cautiously: "The servant heard from Suzhou Caijun that Mr. Lin lives in seclusion and only has some personal friendship with Mr. Jiang Liu, and it is said that the personal relationship is very good."

Mingming tried his best to ignore the icy aura emanating from the front, closed his eyes and looked at death as if at home, and said: "The evergreen picture of pines and cypresses praised by Suzhou talents was dedicated to Mr. Jiang by Mr. Lin and Mr. Jiangliu. Mr. Lin It also became famous in the south of the Yangtze River in this battle."

Mingming settled his vain mind, and continued: "Young Master Lin and Young Master Jiang Liu are also collectively called Jiang Zuo Zi'an, and the forest is like Qing."

After barely finishing speaking, Qingming tried his best to reduce the sense of existence and reduce the area receiving low air pressure.

"Jiang-zi-an?" Yan Yang focused his eyes on the wrench on his right hand, rubbed his left hand lightly, and slightly parted his thin lips, as if those four words were only flowing between his mouth.

This whispered like a lover's whisper, which made Mingming who was standing at the bottom shudder.

Minglang shrugged imperceptibly, and thought: It's getting colder today.

Mingming decisively ignored the red-hot stove a few steps away from him.

The author has something to say: let His Majesty deeply brush down the sense of existence.

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