After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

When Xiao Jinghe walked in with his bow in hand, he saw Wen Yilang sitting behind the table expressionlessly, staring at the brush washer on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

Raising his hand, he slapped the bow on the table and made a bang. Wen Yilang was shocked by the sound, and quickly got up to salute Xiao Jinghe.

"Forget it, look at your face." Xiao Jinghe stepped forward with a golden knife, and before he could open his mouth, he smelled a very clear and light bamboo fragrance. This smell has an indescribable feeling, both Strange and familiar, "Is anyone here just now?"

"The Shaojun just left." Although Wen Yilang was cautious in his words and deeds when facing Xiao Jinghe, after all, he has been with him for many years and has a deep personal relationship, which is much easier than when facing Yang Yanqing, "Young Master came to find Yilang If you want the rules of the palace, please tell me clearly, when did our Jingbei Palace have the word "rules?"

Except for Wen Yilang, the mansion is full of rough men and women. Although Xiao Jinghe is a first-rank prince, but because of his upright image to the outside world, and the Zhen Fusi's keen insight into treasonous matters, those people Because of the fact that the emperor was young and the veterans of the cabinet formed a party, the aides who wanted to make contributions to the dragon would hardly choose Xiao Jinghe as the lord of the assistant.

After all, only ambitious people can attract jackals and hyenas. Not to mention the low-level treacherous and powerful people who surrendered to King Jingbei, they would be killed by Xiao Jinghe on the spot if they walked into the military tent without saying a few words.

If this Jingbei Prince's Mansion ignores those servants and maidservants who come and go, it can be said to be another Qingzhou military camp. Where did the "rules" come from? Don't look at Jingbei King Xiao Jinghe's upright and stern appearance on weekdays. He grew up in the military camp. Growing up, he still has a disdain for rules and regulations.

"Oh, this." Xiao Jinghe raised his hand and coughed uncomfortably, "What did the scholar come to see you for? It's not like I'm not in the mansion."

Wen Yilang: "..."

My lord, of course the persimmons are soft ones.If you want Shaojun to talk to you, you can inform your subordinates in advance so that they can avoid Shaojun, okay?

It was probably Wen Yilang's condemning eyes that made Xiao Jinghe feel a little guilty. He raised his hand that was resting on the table and stroked the bridge of his nose, and the scent of bamboo flooded into his nose again.

Xiao Jinghe paused, put his fingers under his nose and rubbed it lightly: "You just said that he came here? Sit in this position?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Xiao Jinghe snorted lightly and asked Wen Yilang, "Did he ask you something?"

Wen Yilang remembered Yang Yanqing's last words before he left, and his eyelids twitched.

Quickly recalling all the actions and words of Yang Yanqing from coming in to going out in his mind, Wen Yilang tightened his hands in his sleeves, took a deep breath secretly to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "It's just late autumn, and the young master seems to be afraid of the cold. I always wear a cloak, and I have a hand stove warming in my hand."

hand stove.

Xiao Jinghe looked at the staff in front of him who was pinched by Yang Yanqing as a soft persimmon, and raised his eyebrows: "This kind of fragrance is not something that is on the stage, it is common in brothels and Chu halls, if Jiang Qing is in this quasi I can smell it, but you, Yilang..."

Wen Yilang has always been a dignified and elegant gentleman, not to mention the brothel Chu Guan, there is no one around him these years.

Xiao Jinghe naturally knew why, and he didn't say much on this topic: "This kind of incense has no other effect, it just makes people who smell it relax and soothe unintentionally. Besides, he is holding a hand stove, and there must not be much burning in it. If he wants your life, there are many ways without trace."

Wen Yilang was not relieved when he heard the words, but the expression on his face became more serious.

Xiao Jinghe: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yilang's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and he knelt down towards Xiao Jinghe: "Your Highness..."

Xiao Jinghe reached out his hand to stop Wen Yilang's words, and looked up at the maid who was holding something and lowered her head and lowered her eyes and walked quickly: "What's the matter?"

The maid came in, bent her knees and presented the thing in her hand: "Go back to the lord, the young master ordered the servant to give this thing to Steward Wen."

Xiao Jinghe looked down at Wen Yilang who was kneeling in front of him, reached out to take the loosely folded silk, and waved his hand to signal the maid to back down.

[An Neng uses the whiteness of Haohao to cover the dust of the world ①]

Xiao Jinghe handed the silk to Wen Yilang: "Get up and talk."

Wen Yilang unfolded the silk silk to see clearly the two lines of characters painted on it like a silver hook. The hand holding the silk was so hard that it almost tore the silk, but the gaffe only took a few breaths. Wen Yilang lowered his eyes and rubbed slowly. He opened the wrinkles on the silk silk that he had squeezed out, his movements were gentle and mournful.

"Your Highness doesn't know something, my grandfather... respects the word Haozhi." Wen Yilang gently unfolded the silk silk on the table, "It is true that my subordinate and Shaojun have never met, but my grandfather was once the student of Shaojun's imperial examination. He was the chief examiner for many years, and his subordinates have been laughed at by the elders since he was a child, so he must have recognized his subordinates."

And the meaning of this sentence...

What exactly does this Master Yang want to do?

"Want to know?" Xiao Jinghe glanced at the silk silk with words on the table, raised his hand and folded the silk a few times and stuffed it into his bosom, "Go and ask and you'll know."

"What, what?" Wen Yilang was caught off guard by Xiao Jinghe's robe and pulled it out.

Xiao Jinghe said as he walked: "Everyone has delivered things to you, isn't this waiting for you to come to ask? Besides, the king is tired of shooting pigeons all morning, and I don't know if the governor is all A group of stunned youths keep sending pigeons in, it's so annoying!"

"No—wait, my lord, let go of your subordinates first!" Wen Yilang grabbed Xiao Jinghe's hand to stand firm, and after Xiao Jinghe frowned and avoided it, he grabbed Xiao Jinghe's clothes with his backhand, and looked up at Xiao Jinghe, "My lord really wants To question Young Master face to face?"

"How can it be called a questioning." Xiao Jinghe let go of Wen Yilang's sleeves, and smiled a bit ruffianly, "Isn't he just not wanting to come to this king and feel that he is at a disadvantage? It's okay, this king doesn't care about this, I will go find it he."

"If you don't want to go, tell the kitchen to stew the pigeons that were delivered in the morning."

"It's cold today. Since my young master is weak, he needs to make up his body."

***

Yang Yanqing put down the chess record in his hand, fixedly looked at Xiao Jinghe who was sitting at the table and was serving the second bowl, and smiled on the surface: "What are you doing, my lord?"

"Drink the soup." Xiao Jinghe deliberately picked up a pigeon leg and put it in the bowl. Although the order was hasty, the stewed pigeon made by the dining room today is really good. "Sir, don't you want to try it? It tastes pretty good."

Yang Yanqing: "Of course it's true. The pigeons raised by Zhen Fusi spend a lot of money, and they never slack off in daily training. Compared with ordinary meat pigeons, the flesh on their bodies is probably much tighter."

"One of these good things is eaten, and one is missing. Fortunately, the king shot a lot today. Tomorrow, he will order the kitchen to cook two more to warm his body." Xiao Jinghe is drinking soup at this time, but his movements are slow. It was drinking for Yang Yanqing to see.

Yang Yanqing withdrew his gaze, out of sight and out of mind, and placed a sunspot on the chessboard in front of him.

"If I hadn't been to Yilang just now, I wouldn't know that Mr. is very concerned about an old case. It seems that Mr. deliberately went over this old case." Xiao Jinghe put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Yang Yanqing. Clasping hands, "Since Mr. has a heart, I would like to thank Mr. for his generous help."

Yang Yanqing pointed his finger on the black chess, and suddenly smiled: "If the prince can win the chess game in front of Yang, so what if Yang helps the prince to review the old case of the Lin family?"

The author has something to say:

Yang Yanqing: After eating my pigeons, you still have the cheek to ask me to help you reverse the case?

Xiao Jinghe: Get down!Who doesn't know how to play chess!

Wen Yilang (hesitant to speak): My lord, that is Go, not... Forget it, you can play

①From Qu Yuan's "The Fisherman", interpretation: How can a pure and flawless character be covered with worldly dust?

Take a break tomorrow and no update~