On the shaking carriage.

Zhou Heng pushed Zhu Yunmo hard. After returning to Beijing, this guy gained a lot of weight. He could no longer breathe when he leaned against him. He still squirted about alcohol at Zhou Heng, which made Zhou Heng feel a little unbearable.

Drinking it yourself is a pleasure, and smelling the smell in other people's mouths is not a good thing.

Zhu Yunmo opened his eyes and saw that he was already in the carriage. He quickly moved to the side, and pulled out the robe pressed under Zhou Heng, asking with excitement:

"How come I pretend to be drunk, do I pretend to be like it?"

"Like, but the prince wants to control his diet. You are too heavy. A few eunuchs carrying you are so tired."

Zhu Yunmo gave Zhou Heng a blank look, "What's the matter? Tell me serious, why did you get to this? You didn't see that the prince intends to win you and me?"

Zhou Heng is not stupid, of course he can see that when he received the gem tree yesterday, he understood the mystery. He looked up at Zhu Yunmo and Zhou Heng and said:

"I discovered the mystery inside the gem tree given by His Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhu Yunmo was stunned, got up quickly, approached Zhou Heng and asked:

"What mystery?"

Zhou Heng glanced at him, "At the bottom of the flower pot, there was a hole, a piece of silk handkerchief was stuffed inside, and a painting was embroidered on it. The content of the painting was to cut flesh and feed the eagle."

Zhu Yunmo looked puzzled, "What does it mean to cut flesh and feed eagles?"

"This is an allusion in Buddhism. The Buddha saw an eagle chasing a pigeon. The Buddha released the pigeon, but the eagle was about to starve to death. The Buddha felt that the eagle was also very innocent with compassion, so he cut the flesh equivalent to the weight of a pigeon and fed the eagle."

Zhu Yunmo raised his hand and signaled Zhou Heng to stop.

"Wait, is there a name on this drawing?"

Zhou Heng shook his head, "No"

"Then what does this mean to cut the flesh and feed the eagle? Is there anything else in it?"

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, "I thought the Buddha's face looked very much like the third prince Zhu Bingxun. He looked in his thirties and had a smile on his face, but Zhu Bingxun would never show weakness so much, so I suspect this was something the second prince gave to the prince."

Zhu Yunmo stared at her eyes widened, and thought about Zhou Heng's analysis carefully, and instantly felt it clear.

"It's true that Zhu Bingxiang's style is like Zhu Bingxiang. He is always cowardly, and he is trembling when he is a little disturbed. He is extremely frightened. I heard that there are precious gifts sent to the uncle and the princes every year, and he is a cautious person."

Zhou Heng glanced at Zhu Yunmo. This kid saw that the problem was too superficial and could survive the harem of the three princes. This is his ability. Do you care what method he used.

"But now I think there seems to be something else in this picture."

"What does it mean?"

Zhu Yunmo looked at Zhou Heng ignorantly, but Zhou Heng ignored him, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned against the carriage.

"Let's go to Huichuntang first, let's take a look at the picture before talking about it."

Zhou Heng then knocked on the carriage and gave an order to Boss Xue. The car turned around and came directly to Huichun Hall.

Several people jumped out of the car. It seemed that when the cold wind blew, Zhu Yunmo's smell of alcohol also emanated, not as dizzy as it was at the beginning.

Taking advantage of the night, the two of them quickly went upstairs. The person on duty locked the door. Boss Xue did not follow him and sat down and waited.

After going straight to the office on the third floor, Zhou Heng opened a locked cabinet and took out his first aid kit, and then found the envelope.

He unfolded the silk handkerchief with embroidered pictures and placed it in front of Zhu Yunmo. No matter what, he was the most familiar with these princes in the capital.

Zhu Yunmo looked at it and narrowed his eyes.

"This is indeed the second prince Zhu Bingxiang, but what does this painting mean? Can he be slaughtered by others? If the prince needs it, he will give everything?"

Zhou Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Zhu Yunmo to think of this meaning.

"On the surface, this means that Zhu Bingxiang shows weakness, but I want to know who is a pigeon, who is an eagle, and what can he get after cutting the flesh and feeding the eagle? And the secret hidden in this silk handkerchief, if I hadn't been able to find this hole at all, then what would be the meaning of something that was invisible?"

Zhu Yunmo was confused when asked, blinking and looking at Zhou Heng. His series of questions really have no explanation. If he changed his appearance to the Buddha, is he the one who saves all living beings?

Or he does not participate in party disputes. No matter who asks him for help, he will do his best to be a idle prince who is indifferent to the world, guard his fiefdom, and live his life?

Zhu Yunmo shivered, and this thought scared him. If Zhu Bingxiang really thought so, wouldn’t he want to reap the benefits of the fisherman?

"What's not to participate in party struggles? It's just a slow-down plan. Besides, Sichuan is a place where the emperor is far away. The previous changes in southern Sichuan were because of the terrain problem that the emperor was unable to quell the rebellion. Does Zhu Bingxiang have other plans?"

After Zhu Yunmo said that, he looked up at Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng sat down and thought about it.

"I remember, the prince once said that the second prince's mother has a low status. Which tribe contributed a woman?"

"She is the youngest daughter of the Yi chieftain."

"Yi people? I remember that during the change in southern Sichuan, the culprits of the confrontation were Yi people."

Zhu Yunmo nodded, "Yes, Zhu Bingxiang's mother died after the Incident in Southern Sichuan. The specific time or the original time has not been mentioned to the public. The second prince was raised by the queen at that time. After a few years, he was appointed King Fu and was granted a fief. Later, Nanchuan also quieted down."

Zhou Heng tapped the table with his fingers, and he was afraid of contacting anything. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something strange was revealed in this matter. Could that gem tree be just Zhu Bingxiang's expedient solution?

So this embroidered silk handkerchief really just means surrender?

Shaking his head, the alcoholic smell made Zhou Heng feel dizzy.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. Let Brother Xue send you back to the prince's mansion to rest. I won't go back to the house today. There will be another surgery tomorrow. I want to prepare for it. In addition, I think your talent will spread throughout the capital tomorrow, and the prince should study hard."

When Zhu Yunmo heard this, his face suddenly became dark and he looked at Zhou Heng angrily.

"Hey, I'll say, you're the same. It's fine to give me a simple poem. Now, there's no ink in my belly. Will I have me in every poem in the future?"

Zhou Heng leaned aside and looked at Zhu Yunmo with a smile.

"You said you wanted poetry, of course you would give you the best one. Why do you complain now? Don't worry about encountering such a thing again. Don't panic if you don't have me."

Zhu Yunmo stood up, "Okay, I won't talk much to you. I want to go back to sleep, but I am so happy to see Zhu Xiaochang being defeated. He seems to be the leader in the Imperial Academy every year. This time he is embarrassed and thrown home. I wonder how many days will he sleep after those ten peach blossoms are drunk?"

Zhu Yunmo raised his head and smiled, and walked downstairs.

Zhou Heng leaned against the window and looked outside. Boss Xue and the coachman took the guard to see Zhu Yunmo off.

Zhou Heng stretched out his arm, shook his neck, and drank a mouthful of cold tea before he pushed open the office door.

He remembered that there was an available room on the third floor, so he took his steps lightly and walked towards the west side.

As soon as I grabbed the door handle on the west side, before I opened the door, I heard a light sound coming from the next door, not like moving things, rustling like footsteps and unable to hear clearly.

Zhou Heng stopped moving in an instant, and the remaining alcohol was gone in an instant. After thinking a little, it seemed that Qiu Niang was living next door. Since she was hospitalized, Zhou Heng has only visited the rounds every day.

Liu Xiu'er is also taking care of the wound. After all, she has no time to travel to Beishan every day these days. However, the drum horns in the second update have been ringing for a while. What should she do if she doesn't sleep?

Zhou Heng held the door handle, tried to lift the door up and push it open, hiding in the darkness of the room. He didn't know why he did this, but out of curiosity, he held his breath and listened.

The sound of the next room seemed to be bold from the initial tiptoe. It seemed that it was because there was no light, and suddenly kicked on the chair. The chair fell to the ground with a clang, and there was no movement next door in an instant.

Zhou Heng ninja laughed and thought to himself that Qiu Niang was probably scared by herself.

After waiting for a while, the door next door rang and a figure slowly walked out.
Chapter completed!