The weak scholar was watching the book as if he was holding the book, but after hearing the book boy beside him say this, his eyes flashed, and the weak aura disappeared immediately. Instead, he changed his face and a gloomy face.

"Is it useless?" the scholar snorted coldly, "Well, it's just a few birds, it's useless. Mr. Duanmu said, if you can disturb Dashun's civil strife, you can stir up the trouble. If you can't stir, you won't lose anything."

"But I heard that they were in the court and had already told what we wanted to say through their mouths." Shutong bowed and said, "Since they have raised questions about the Eighth Prince, can our plan continue?"

"Of course." The scholar smiled gloomyly, "Go and spread this matter, and say that the Eighth Prince who was buried in Dashun was a faceless corpse. In fact, it was not the Eighth Prince at all, but just a corpse that was brought from nowhere. Let's spread it! We want Dashun chaos, to make the people uneasy. The more chaotic the more, the happier I am!" As the man said, he stretched out his hand to his face, and a mask as thin as a cicada wing fell off his face. It was the third prince of the Zong Sui who sneaked into Dashun Kyoto after Bu Cong.

In a small courtyard in Beijing, Dongying pulled Xiaobao back from outside, carrying a lot of things in her hand. Xiaobao was very happy. While walking, he shouted at Feng Fandai in the yard: "Sister, Sister Dongying and I bought your favorite date cake. Xiaobao kept holding it in his arms and took it back, it was very warm! Sister, eat it quickly."

The child ran to Fandai, took out a bag of date cakes in his arms like a treasure, and handed them to Fandai. There was oil on the pastry, soaked in oil paper bags, and stained with pink clothes. She frowned habitually and was about to scold Xiaobao. Seeing this, Dongying quickly said: "Miss, the young master is afraid that the date cake will be cold and not delicious, so he kept it in his arms all the way, but he is careful! Miss, try it, the young master is also kind."

Fan Dai wanted to give up the drinks she had already wanted to give, but she couldn't tell what it felt when she looked at the pastry that was already a little deformed in her arms. She was still not very good to Xiaobao now, and she had to beat her from time to time, and scolding her three times a day was inevitable. But this child didn't know why, and she didn't hold grudges at all. No matter how she beat or scolded her, she was afraid at that time, but in a short while, she would pounce on her again, calling her sister sweetly, and always sending her all the things he thought were the most delicious and fun.

Dongying once told her that this is family affection, no matter what, it is connected by blood. But Feng Fandai doesn't believe that blood is connected by blood. Which of the children of the Feng family is not combined with her, but what's the use? They are not calculating each other's life and death. Until today, those who are still alive are basically dying and never interacting with each other. But think about it again, if this child was originally Feng Jinyuan's seed, then she would really be close to her! One father and one mother are much more close to the sisters and sisters of the Feng family. Unfortunately, if this child was not Feng Jinyuan's seed, she could still treat him better. If it was Feng Jinyuan's seed, she would be so disgusting that she would want to strangle people to death.

Feng Fandai always thought about it, and Xiaobao stared at her in a daze, and looked at her with a ruthless expression on her face, and she couldn't help but take two steps back. He knew that this was a sign that his sister was about to get angry, so he had to try his best to avoid being beaten again.

Dongying protected Xiaobao and whispered to him: "Young Master, go back to the yard first, I will give this snack to the lady."

"What are you hiding? Just sit here!" Feng Fandai came to her senses. When she heard Dong Ying's words, she couldn't help but shake her head and kicked a small stool at her feet forward, "Xiaobao, sit down."

Xiaobao sat down obediently. He was like this. Even though he knew that his sister might hit him, he was willing to sit next to his sister because this was his only relative in the world. He always thought that his sister would beat him up and scold him only when she was in a bad mood. Usually, she was good to him. He could not leave his sister, even if she was beaten to death, this was his sister!

The little hand handed to Fandai again, holding a piece of date cake in his hand: "Sister, eat it."

Feng Fandai took the pastry and reached out to rub it on Xiaobao's head. This action made Xiaobao very happy and smiled sweetly.

Fandai felt a little sad, and she asked Dongying: "I heard that Princess Yu has left Beijing, do you know where she went?"

Dongying said: "I heard from people outside that I went to the Dong Realm, and many people are spreading it! It is said that the King of Yu and Princess Yu have a deep relationship, and even if they go to the battlefield, they must go together."

Fan Dai shrugged, the feelings are deep! It's really deep! Life is about to be together, death is about to die together, but why can't she wait for such a person?

Dongying has been with her for too long. You can tell what this person is thinking by just looking at Feng Fandai's expression. At this moment, she couldn't help but sigh: "In fact, there are people who are willing to live and die with the lady."

"Are you talking about Xuan Tianyan? He is the prince, why are you living and dying with me?" Feng Fandai ate the date cake and mentioned that there was no change in his face when Xuan Tianyan was mentioned, but there was still a layer of gloom passing by in his heart, gentle, without any trace.

"I heard that the concubines in the fifth prince's mansion were very favored. He even carried a few people into the house. Miss, do you... have no plans?" She wanted to ask Fandai if she was not angry or jealous? But when she saw Fandai's expression, she knew that the lady's heart was so hard that she couldn't even eat jealousy. She only loved herself, and she never was the fifth prince.

"No." Feng Fandai said coldly: "Even if you have plans, then Xuan Tianyan will not be involved in the plan. There is no connection between me and him. Don't mention his affairs in the future!" She handed Xiaobao saliva and told him: "Eat slowly, be careful to choke."

Suddenly I remembered that many years ago, when the fifth prince asked her for a marriage contract, she went shopping with Han, who was still alive, and met a concubine from Prince Li's mansion. She was so angry at that time, but why was she not angry at all now? Because she had no feelings? No matter how hard she was, she had never loved Xuan Tianyan too much. What she wanted was just the title of a prince and the prince's concubine. After thinking about it, the reason why she no longer got angry should be because she was not angry anymore! Now that she had lost the comparison and vanity of the past, is it that the prince's concubine no longer so important? No matter how hard she tried, she could not compare to Feng Yuheng. Even if she tried her best, she would still be under her. So since this was destined, why would she have to fight again?

Without the desire to compete, I lost the jealousy. Whether there was another woman in the Li Mansion had no meaning to her.

She took back her mind and stopped thinking about the past, but when she heard the noise on the street outside the door, she ordered Dongying to say, "Go out and see what people are making noise?"

Dong Ying went outside to inquire as she spoke. After a while, she came back, with a little solemn expression on her face. She said to Fan Dai: "Miss, I just took the young master out to buy snacks. I heard something, saying that someone in the court questioned the death of the eighth prince. The reason was that the eighth prince was completely destroyed when he was buried. It was impossible to tell who the body was. I didn't take it seriously, but I didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. Now everyone outside is talking about it. And not only that, I heard that someone has even gone to the yamen to beat drums and complain, saying that the newly buried tomb of their family was dug overnight. I originally thought it was dug by a wild beast, but as soon as the eighth prince's incident came out, they suspected that the fake eighth prince was the person in their new tomb and asked for a coffin to be opened and examined!"

"What?" Fandai was shocked, "Is there such a thing?" She thought about it again and found that the matter was a bit ridiculous, "It can't be fake! That matter was handled by the Seventh Prince. How could a person like the Seventh Prince lie or fake? I'm afraid someone deliberately used the death of the Eighth Prince to make a fuss!" She told Dongying: "Go and drive away the people standing at the door of our house and make a loud noise. I don't like to listen to their chattering."

She got up and went back to her room, but she felt very uncomfortable. The eighth prince's affairs were brought up again, and there would always be someone falling into it. Who would be this time? She had a slight worry in her heart.

Xu Jingyuan of the Ministry of Justice personally handled the incident. The drum beater was taken to the Ministry of Justice. It was a couple in their fifties. As soon as they arrived at the court, they began to cry bitterly, saying that their son died of lung disease several months ago and they buried his son with their own hands. Because the family was too poor and had no money to buy a coffin, they rolled it with a mat and went to the foot of the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. But not long after, they found that the tomb had been dug open and the corpse inside disappeared. They thought it was being snatched away by wild beasts and cried. But today, they felt strange about the burial of the Eighth Prince, because the time was about the same. The day after the son's body was found lost, the faceless eighth prince was buried, which made them have to doubt it.

After hearing such a complaint, the people who were hearing the complaints talked about the authenticity of the Eighth Prince's death. Some even boldly speculated that the Eighth Prince might not have died yet. The royal family just used a fake body without a face to deceive the public. The Eighth Prince must still be alive.

For a moment, discussions started. Even if Xu Jingyuan angrily attacked the gavel, he still couldn't stop the speculations of the people. The Eighth Prince, who had not been mentioned for a long time, returned to people's topics in this way. Xu Jingyuan felt that this matter was a bit uncontrollable. Someone must be controlling the evolution of the situation behind the scenes. But who was the manipulator?

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As we walked along the way, the 500,000 army led by the seventh prince Xuan Tianhua finally passed by Fuzhou that night and walked around ten miles away from the south gate of Bincheng.
Chapter completed!