Chapter 12 Kyoto Coup 8

"I personally think that the princess is the only woman in Kyoto who is most suitable for finding a husband."

Song Yanqing bent down on the terrace and picked up a pot of green grass from the ground, filling the vacant spot of the flower. She was busy arranging the flowers and plants, not intending to answer his words.

"For such a good woman, firstly, her family is prominent, and her career will be as powerful as a tiger's; secondly, she has a good personality, and her husband and wife are harmonious; and more importantly, the princess is a rare smart person, Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Qin Wuhui smiled, looking down at the mahogany box he was playing with in his hand. The box was full, and it sounded like it was stuffed with a lot of things.

After saying that, he handed it to Song Yanqing who was playing with flowers and plants. He glanced sideways, lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a dark shadow. He raised his hand to take the box, his warm fingertips traced the carved auspicious cloud pattern, and sat back.

In front of the case, he said coldly: "Sir, it's better to go home and discuss these words with your parents."

After Qin Wuhui heard this, he covered his face with a feather fan, revealing his pointed tiger fangs, and couldn't help but laugh a few times: "Your Majesty, you are funny."

"That being the case, your Excellency may wish to seriously consider the strategy proposed below..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yanqing raised his eyes to look at Qin Wuhui and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to think about it. Sir is very thoughtful and the plan will be foolproof. Let's talk about the rest with the two royal censors."

After that, he put away the book before the case, made room, placed the box upright in front of him, gently opened the lock, and concentrated on playing with the contents of the box.

Qin Wuhui continued: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow. You heard me just now. I have to catch up with my old friends tonight."

Shen Yi, who had just returned, understood what he was saying. He rolled his eyes and said hurriedly: "Sir, today's affairs must be completed today. Tomorrow, Master Mu and I will have other affairs. It only lasts two days, so please hurry up with us."

Explain clearly that it would be better to make arrangements early."

Qin Wuhui nodded and thought about it, with some calculation in his eyes, and continued to say meaningfully to Song Yanqing: "Does it have to be tonight?"

After Shen Yi listened harshly, his face showed embarrassment. This Mr. Qin Wuhui Qin was indeed as strange as the rumors. He was a fairy boy. He was able to write at the age of seven. He entered the Imperial Academy at the age of thirteen and became famous among them. Then he traveled with the sage and his master. He heard that

I have gained a lot, but I only see an outstanding temperament, but my temperament is back to nature - I can't understand what I am saying...

If Song Yanqing had his temper, he might be afraid that he would persuade Qin Wuhui to find another job...

After asking, it became more and more embarrassing. Mu Huashu had nothing to say at first, but now he had to stand up and try to smooth things over, "Sir, if there is something urgent, you might as well..."

"What? Sir, are you in a hurry to discuss marriage?" Song Yanqing raised her eyes and spoke softly, with a smile on her lips, but there was some provocation in her eyes, which was not very obvious and fleeting.

Mu Huashu closed her mouth, looked at that person, and lowered her eyebrows. His mood had not changed since he came back, and he treated her very well. He couldn't fault her...

Seeing Song Yanqing concentrating on playing with some small objects in his hands, his heart tightened, feeling sour and unhappy.

Qin Wuhui pursed his lips and smiled, finally defeated, and said with a salute: "Of course, we put important things first."

Shen Yiyan immediately spoke and asked Qin Wuhui to come to the front hall to discuss matters. Mu Huashu glanced at Song Yanqing who was focused on the box, stepped forward to remove the wind-proof bamboo curtain on the balcony, held up the breeze with his bright wrist, and then gently asked:

"It's cold, I'm afraid it's going to rain."

Song Yanqing's eyes tightened, but the movements of her hands did not stop. She responded softly and continued to rummage through the box without paying any attention to it.

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"Miss, did you deliver the letter in the red box? Are we going to ask Mr. Song for help?"

Ah Shui asked doubtfully while covering Chu Shou's legs with a thin blanket.

Chu Shou raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Ah Shui to ask such a question. He shook his head and denied, "I haven't sent the letter yet. There are just some small things in the box. It's just an old agreement."

Ah Shui hurriedly rolled down the curtain to block the wind and cold, "The rain has stopped at night, and I'm afraid there won't be a sunny day again in the morning."

"Can the murderer be caught by just relying on the secrets of the Imperial Guard? Could it be that... the young lady wants to do it herself?!"

Ah Shui said what he was thinking, and immediately sat down and looked at Chu Shou with a sad face. It turned out that his wife was about to be well taken care of, but he couldn't get involved in any more troubles!

Chu Shou smiled slightly, his pear blossoms bloomed, and he said with relief: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is now considered to be very knowledgeable. They know much more information than we do. I believe they have their own arrangements and will definitely protect His Majesty's safety."

"The Qianqiu Banquet in the future is the best opportunity for the murderer to continue committing crimes. If he can be caught, it will be good to find out..."

As she spoke, the cloud of worry suddenly shifted to Chu Shou's face. She leaned on the carriage and said melancholy: "But the assassin is not a fool. A trap like the Qianqiu Banquet must be well guarded. Can he really get into it?"

Ah Shui held up the hem of her skirt, bowed and sat next to Chu Shou, then held her against his shoulders and said softly: "Didn't Three Thousands say that since His Majesty's accident, Commander Wei had people surround the entire palace?"

They were very strict and asked people to count the palaces. Although I still have no clue, the person must be somewhere in the palace and dare not act rashly. If I were him, instead of worrying about being searched out, I might as well give it a go and be sure

To get rid of...get rid of..."

Ah Shui completely immersed himself in the role, speaking with righteous indignation, but he didn't dare to say more about who to get rid of.

After Chu Shou heard this, he immediately raised his head and laughed at her, and then his eyes flashed with a fierce look, like a ferocious beast lying in wait, and he whispered: "My princess has plenty of time to deal with them. It is best to capture this bastard alive. I have to put him in a turtle shell."

It cannot be broken into pieces."

The group of people walked along Chang'an Avenue. People around them were scattered in the rain with their sleeves in their sleeves, watching the excitement. They all talked about who was sitting in the car.

"Is it the empress in the palace who comes out to worship Buddha again?"

"His Majesty has been ill recently, and all the ladies should be there to take good care of him..."

"Yes, these are all forbidden troops. With such a huge formation, could it be the eldest princess?"

"Although the eldest princess is a bit exaggerated, she's not that exaggerated, huh? Could it be that she has fallen in love with some young master from another family?"

"Where is the eldest princess? A few days ago, Fang was grounded by His Majesty for arresting people into the palace. It's impossible, impossible..."

"Eh? Brother Ah San, I remember someone!"

"Oh? Dear brother, please speak."

"It's okay to talk, but...the money for the drinks?"

"Oh, I'll spare you a meal. If you don't tell me, I'll be heartbroken."

"I heard that Princess Ruchuan returned to Beijing yesterday. No, she led troops to surround the Metropolitan Procuratorate the next day."

When the wine seller Asan heard this, he was surprised and said: "Princess? Yes, yes, it's the princess!"

This is right!

Who cares whether she is from the Procuratorate of the Capital or the Forest Court, the Cow Court and the Horse Court...

My whole body and mind feel comfortable, and my shouting is a little louder. I can’t sell the wine, but I can’t live without eating this melon...

On the carriage, Chu Shou was too lazy to be polite and directly asked him as usual: "Commander Wei, have you gained anything from checking everywhere these days?"

Wei Yucheng walked outside the car, lowered his head slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Back to the princess, I haven't gained anything yet, but Feilou is far away from the palace gates. According to the situation that day, the assassin must still be in the palace.

"

Chu Shou raised his eyebrows and raised his lips in a smile. Sure enough, he was fooled. He pretended not to know and said, "Oh? So there is an assassin?"

Wei Yucheng secretly thought that it was not good and continued to answer: "Yes... It's just that the empress was afraid of causing a disturbance and claimed that she fell from the horse. I will think that... the empress has informed the princess, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Shou sneered and said: "Your Majesty has not yet been laid to rest, has Commander Wei forgotten who his master is so quickly? Or does Commander Wei really want to help my little aunt conquer the country?"

Hearing the knock on Chu Shou's words, Wei Yucheng still said sternly: "When the matter is urgent, I will think that what the empress said is indeed the safest. In recent days, some things have been handled improperly, and I will realize my mistake. But I will swear to it."

, I have no doubts about His Majesty!"

Chu Shou opened the curtain of the car with a smile on his face. He was no longer as cold as before. His smile was full of smiles. He looked innocent and harmless, but made Commander Wei more and more frightened.

It was not that he had never seen the abilities of this princess, and he understood the turbulence under this smile, and he could only sigh to himself - he really had the true inheritance of the smiling tiger of Dali Temple...

Chu Shou handed the pot of wood lotus handle to Commander Wei and said: "It's just a joke. Commander Wei is sincere in every word. How can I not believe you? Then please ask Commander Wei to hand over this life-saving medicinal material to Zhongshan."

king."

Wei Yucheng immediately nodded and respectfully took the magnolia handle with both hands. When the car curtain was drawn down, he raised his hand to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead.

After a while, the carriage slowly stopped.

Wei Yucheng lightly knocked on the car door, lowered his head and said, "Princess, the General's Mansion has arrived."

Chu Shou opened his eyes, feeling a little tired. He held his head, a little depressed and uneasy, and continued to instruct: "If the assassin is hiding in the palace, and someone is secretly helping him, and the investigation is useless, then he will turn his hands to guard the main hall.

, the rest of the people are arranged in various places outside the palace, and everyone who comes in and out must be registered, and only those who have taken off their armor can enter the palace."

"In addition, we must strengthen patrols in the palace day and night. Don't forget to ask people to guard the moats outside the palace. Don't let out even a fly in the sky or in the water."

Commander Wei bowed his head, clasped his fists, and said firmly: "Yes."

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It's night, in a restaurant, in Linzhou.

"Look, Your Highness, it's the one in Tsing Yi."

The third prince bent down and looked through the window for a long time. His whole body was blocked by Xue Yang's head. Finally, he got impatient. He raised his hand and chopped off the folding fan, "Hiss,

I'll cut your head off, but you should get out of the way!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Xue Yang ran to the back, holding his head and squeaking.

The third prince snorted at him, then looked left and right, gradually frowned, straightened his waist, crossed his arms across his chest, and tapped his chin with a folding fan to examine it carefully.

Then he asked doubtfully: "You mean...the real censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is that boy?"

"That's right, Shen Yi Ke and Mu Huashu only had the title of imperial censor, and yesterday someone came to report that Shen Yi Ke had personally taken him back after inspecting Tianguan. At that time, someone set up an ambush in two states, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate also

Many people were captured."

Xue Yang replied firmly, and the other people sitting in the room nodded and started whispering.

"That's it..."
To be continued...