While others spent money, Qin Hua came out to make money. All the depression of today was instantly cured and her mood was lifted.
Passing by a private room, two words suddenly caught her ear, and she couldn't help but stop and listen carefully.
There were a lot of people inside, and the discussion was quite lively.
"The third prince was assassinated as soon as the prince came back. If there was no connection, I wouldn't believe him even if he was killed."
"The second prince's broken leg is still mutilated and he has become a cripple, but the prince only needs to eat fast and chant Buddha's name for two years. It is really unfair."
"As a crown prince, a prince should possess both ability and political integrity, and be benevolent and tolerant. How could he be so vicious and evil?"
"Mingzhu, be careful what you say!" A cold voice stopped the man from continuing to say treacherous words, and at the same time he raised his eyes to the door.
The door is closed, and you can't see inside from the outside, but you can vaguely see a figure there.
A person walked quickly and opened the door wide, but the person at the door disappeared in an instant.
"Run away."
Several people shut up instantly and were as quiet as chickens.
I didn't think so when I was talking loudly, but if someone really heard it and spread it to the prince's ears, it would be troublesome.
Everyone looked at the man in the middle. He had an extremely outstanding face, clear facial features, and was painted in ink. He was dressed in white and had a slender figure.
Holding a folding fan, he is a gentleman and has the character and habits of a scholar.
Her elegant temperament carries the pride and arrogance of a proud man, like a green bamboo that would rather break than bend.
Even among a group of equally outstanding young people, he is particularly unique. He is the poetic and jade-like Young Master Ziqi.
Wang Jingzhi withdrew his eyes from the door, his expression unchanged and indifferent: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, so be careful what you say."
The clear and clear voice was like a sudden rain falling in the bamboo forest, unique and sweet. The scolding just now came from his mouth.
Song Yu, the direct grandson of the Song family, named Mingzhu, was Wang Jingzhi's best friend since childhood.
He knew he had made a mistake, and his expression was bleak, but he had a good attitude towards admitting his mistake: "I was wrong. I will pay attention to it in the future. Mirror, what should I do now?"
Wang Jingzhi picked up the tea, took a slow sip, put the lid back on the cup and said calmly: "Don't worry, even if it is really heard, what can one person's words do?"
The imperial power was supreme, and the most noble people under the royal family were the four great literary masters, the twelve literary clans, and the important civil servants in the court and China all came from these great families.
Even if he is not a blood heir, he is still a student who worships under his disciples.
Therefore, it is the civil servants who have the final say in the DPRK.
The Wang family is the head of the four great literary masters, and the Song family is also among the twelve noble clans of the Qing Dynasty.
The people sitting here are all legitimate sons and grandsons. The emperor would not dare to punish someone lightly, let alone a mere prince.
There’s really no need to rush, but after all, it’s still worrying if someone hears your arrogance.
Wang Jingzhi took the opportunity to admonish: "The prince is still the prince. Don't speak outright in the future. If you confront the prince directly, the consequences will be disastrous."
The emperor needs a reason to punish him, and he can be blocked by his elders, but the prince does not.
The prince is moody and unpredictable. He even dared to break the legs of the second prince and really crippled them. Is it possible that the prince can still be blamed?
Several people were frightened for a while and quickly handed over their hands: "Thank you, Brother Ziqi, for reminding me. I will keep it in mind."
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Qin Hua didn't know what the people in the room were going through. In fact, she didn't understand what they were saying. Her focus was on one thing.
The prince is back?
when?
Why doesn't she know?
Qin Hua hurriedly returned to Jin Yan's box, and as soon as she entered, she shooed everyone away. Then she picked up the wine glass, poured the wine, and drank it all in one gulp, letting the strong liquor flow through her.
The burning sensation goes straight up to the head.
Jin Yan frowned: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Qin Hua poured another glass of wine and poured it in. Her eyes were fixed on one spot, shining brightly: "The prince is back!!"
His tone of voice could hardly conceal his excitement.
She waited for two years and finally came back.
Peace and separation must be made!
After being excited for a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Jin Yan suspiciously: "Why didn't you react at all?"
Jin Yan had a cold expression: "Why do you think I am so generous today?"
Qin Hua: "..." Is love a life-long meal?
After drinking another glass of wine, he gradually calmed down: "When did you know?"
Jin Yan: "There were rumors of the prince's return two days ago, but there was no movement in the court. It didn't sound true. However, the third prince was assassinated. Now it seems that the possibility is not small."
Two years ago, after the prince broke the second prince's leg, he was about to beat the third prince, but he was blocked by someone and was punished by a Buddhist monk, who was not even allowed to enter the bridal chamber.
After coming back after these two years, there are new and old grudges. If you don't take action on the third prince, who will do it?
"Ha!" He is truly worthy of being the Crown Prince.
This world is dominated by literati, and what is usually discussed are the great scholars and young talents from well-established families. If anyone is more famous than these people, it must be the prince.
Today's sage advocates literature and rules the world with benevolence and virtue, but he has chosen a prince who is cruel and vicious, with a strange personality, unruly behavior, and ruthless methods. He takes pleasure in skinning his body, and even breaking his own brother's legs is considered a minor offense.
Notorious, causing harm to the world.
Two years ago, all the officials knelt down and wrote a letter, and then the prince was sent to the Moro Temple to practice good deeds. In the blink of an eye, two years passed. When the prince returned, the first thing he did was kill people.
The boundless Dharma cannot overcome this demon.
But what's even more tragic than them is that this evil scourge is her husband, and now she has to find a way to reconcile with her.
Put down the glass and stood up: "Let's go."
Raising his hand, he stuffed two thousand five hundred taels of silver notes into Jin Yan's arms: "Keep it for me, and you can treat me to a drink when I come back alive."
Jin Yan raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he saw so much money from Qin Hua. When did he become rich?
The thought flashed through, now is not the time to pay attention to this matter: "You don't have to be so pessimistic. As far as I know, the prince is not a person who kills indiscriminately."
The prince is cruel, but if you look carefully at the people he killed, it may not be that they are really innocent.
Compared to those who were tyrannical and brought harm to the people, the prince had never harmed ordinary people.
Of course, this is a blessing for the people, but a disaster for the children of the rich families. This is why the prince is so deeply hated by those people.
Qin Hua was silent for a moment and asked sadly: "Is a princess who often sneaks out to drink wine and flirt with male courtesans enough for the prince to kill her?"
Jin Yan: "..."
Very good, she found herself a very clear-cut crime.
"Take care! Don't worry. We will collect the body, burn the paper, and give away the beautiful man. I will never let you go alone."
Qin Hua kicked him: "Get out!"
O(∩_∩)O Haha~, I am having fun writing this.
I don't know if you like this style.
When writing a book, the most important thing is to be happy.