She Yue glared at Qin Xiao and said, "It's not your turn to worry about such state affairs."
"What His Highness said is absolutely true. It's the humble minister who is meddling in other people's business."
"Qin Xiao, do you think this is a noisy matter?" She Yue's pretty face was stern: "What you said here today are all great words. If one word reaches the ears of a saint or a state minister, your little life
This is the end." Youyou sighed and said softly: "What I said today ends here."
Qin Xiao nodded and said, "I understand."
"Just understand." She Yue pondered for a moment, and finally asked: "What is your relationship with that woman named Gu?"
"Ah?" Qin Xiao was a little surprised. He didn't expect She Yue to suddenly mention Qiuniang.
"After you entered the capital, you became entangled with her." She Yue said lightly: "I heard that you also let her move into your house. Are you trying to make her the mistress of the house?"
Her tone was calm, and she couldn't tell what her emotions were.
Qin Xiao knew that after he entered the capital, She Yue would investigate his details in detail. He broke into Qingyi Hall alone for Qiuniang. This matter had spread throughout the streets and alleys in Kyoto, and Qingyi Hall was still attached to She Yue's power. He and himself
She Yue naturally knows about Qiuniang's relationship.
He knew that there was no point in hiding it in front of She Yue, so he simply said: "After returning to Beijing, if everything goes well, we may start to prepare for the marriage."
"So you really want to marry her." She Yue snorted coldly: "Then I wish you congratulations in advance."
Qin Xiao cupped his hands and smiled and said: "I will send a wedding invitation to His Highness when the time comes. If Your Highness thinks highly of me, please come over and have a glass of wine."
"What does it have to do with me?" She Yue said calmly: "She was once a maid in the palace. To put it harshly, she was my slave. If my slave got married, why should I go to congratulate her?"
Qin Xiao frowned and said: "If Your Highness is not willing, just pretend that I didn't say anything. She is indeed not of noble birth, but if she really comes from a family of officials, I may not think highly of her."
"What do you mean?" She Yue frowned.
"Being born in a wealthy family, it is inevitable that you will have many bad tempers." Qin Xiao said: "She is spoiled, ignorant of the sufferings of the world, does not know how to care for others, and is self-righteous about everything. If she is really like this, of course I will look down on her."
Sheyue bit her silver teeth and said angrily: "Please tell me clearly, who do you think you are referring to?"
"Your Highness, please don't take your seat by name." Qin Xiao said immediately: "Your Highness is certainly not the kind of self-righteous person."
"You...!" She Yue's chest heaved with anger, but he quickly sneered: "Yes, I am a self-righteous person, so what? I only need to say a word to make your marriage a success.
No."
"Why did the princess stop this?" Qin Xiao asked.
She Yue was startled, snorted coldly, and said: "I didn't say stop it, I just said that if I want it, you can't get married." He added: "You'd better not make me unhappy, otherwise you will be a loser."
Not happy to find it."
Her mood was a little abnormal, Qin Xiao was quite surprised, but he also knew that if She Yue really interfered with it, there would still be some trouble, so he could only say: "Your Highness is a golden person, she is just an ordinary woman, naturally you won't care about her.
"
"As long as you know the difference between us." She Yue waved her hand and said, "Go away!"
Qin Xiao thought that the woman's heart was in a deep state, and her emotions were really difficult to grasp, so she could only give up and retreat.
Seeing him leaving, She Yue gritted her teeth at his back, then leaned on the chair, closed her eyes, and thought deeply.
It is said that there is heaven above and there are Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Hangzhou is as famous as Suzhou, but it is more prosperous than Suzhou and is also the center of Jiangnan.
Hangzhou has beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, developed waterways, and constant trade.
After serving their official positions, officials from the DPRK and Central Government often choose Jiangnan as a place to retire. Among the three states in the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the first choice. Therefore, Hangzhou is not only a prosperous place for business and trade, but also a place where officials gather. The splendid Jiangnan is a paradise on earth.
But for the current gentry in Hangzhou, this beautiful place that looked like heaven is now comparable to hell.
Less than fifty miles east of Hangzhou City, a group of soldiers, armed with swords and guns, escorted more than a dozen prison cars, were heading towards Hangzhou City.
In the first four or five prison cars, there were all men imprisoned, old and young, and they were all well-dressed. In the following prison cars, there were old and weak women and children imprisoned. In two of them, the young women in the cars were holding babies in their arms.
The swaddling baby kept crying along the way. The mother spoke warmly to her, but the baby still kept crying.
Behind more than a dozen prison cars, there were more than a dozen large carriages carrying goods. The carriages were filled with wooden boxes and were pushed by horse-drawn men. They were not moving very fast.
At the front were more than 50 cavalry clearing the way, and behind were nearly 200 soldiers in armor, armed with long guns and machetes at their waists, escorting the prison van. The entire team was like a long meandering snake.
The prisoners in the prison car all looked pale and ashen. Some of them were sitting in the prison car, staring blankly at the sky with a look of despair.
"General, we should be able to reach Hangzhou City before dark." At the front of the team, several armored military attachés surrounded a general wearing a gray cloak. One of them smiled and said to the general: "We copied it.
The first gentry in Jiaxing Prefecture, everything goes well and the harvest is full. When you return to Hangzhou City, you will definitely be happy in Anxing, and you will definitely be richly rewarded."
The general did not wear a helmet like the others, but wore a cloth crown with a special shape. People in the area may not know why, but everyone in the Shence Army knew that the generals in the army were born in palace eunuchs.
, all wearing cloth crowns.
This eunuch general was just a guerrilla general, but he was born as a eunuch, and he stood high in front of the Shence Army soldiers. He glanced at it and said coldly: "The Wei family colluded with the seven surnames in Jiangnan to plot a rebellion. Our trip to Jiangnan is to quell the rebellion.
Rebellion and service to the saints, why should we not be rewarded?"
No one dared to say anything at once.
"But it's true that An Xinghou is generous and won't treat us badly." The guerrilla general immediately smiled and said: "Rewards should be rewarded for merit, which is also the old rule of our Shence Army. Anxinghou is a sensible person, we established
Gong, he will naturally not be stingy."
After hearing what the guerrilla general said, everyone immediately laughed.
"General, it's still early, do you want to take a rest?" Someone on the side said respectfully: "General has been very tired these past two days, and he has been on the road today. If he is really exhausted, we will not feel good."
The guerrilla general chuckled and said: "You are so flattering, you kid." He looked up at the sky and said, "It doesn't hurt to take a break."
The team immediately stopped on the road. Someone had already prepared snacks and water. The guerrilla general ate two snacks. When he saw the lost people in the prison van, a strange smile appeared on his lips. He took a piece of cake in his hand and left.
Go to the first prison van.
There was an old man and two middle-aged men imprisoned in the prison van. The three of them had very similar facial features.
"Mr. Wei, you have had a hard journey all the way." The guerrilla general said with a smile: "We will reach Hangzhou City in a few dozen miles. Once we enter Hangzhou City, we don't have to be so bumpy."
The old man then looked at the guerrilla general, held the bars of the prison car with both hands, and said weakly: "General, please understand clearly that although we have business dealings with several prominent families in Hangzhou, other than business, we have nothing to do with them.
We know nothing about the conspiracy to rebel. If we had known about it, we would have reported it to the police long ago. I beg you to make the decision and clear our name...!"
"The Jiangnan family is united and the seven surnames in Jiangnan are rebelling. How can you, the wealthy families, stay out of it?" The guerrilla general smiled half-heartedly: "And someone has already rescued your Wei family, otherwise why would we go to Jiaxing at all the trouble?
Arrest you? Mr. Wei, seeing that you are old, I will give you some advice. When you get to Hangzhou, you can take the initiative to confess to the crime of rebellion. Don't be so stubborn, otherwise there will be severe torture and interrogation over there. You will suffer
After being sentenced, you still have to confess in the end, so in this case, it is better to avoid the physical pain."
"We, the Wei family, are loyal to the imperial court. We pay taxes and silver every year. When the imperial court has affairs, we will also donate large sums of money." A middle-aged man said solemnly: "The Wei family is pure and innocent and has never had any intention of rebellion. Why should we take the initiative?
confession?"
The guerrilla general smiled and said: "I think you three, father and son, are not stupid people. You have the knife on your neck, how can you still be so confused?"
"Even if the knife is held to your neck, you will still know that you will die." The middle-aged man showed no fear and sneered: "Even if you are the Shence Army, you cannot frame innocent people."
Mr. Wei sighed and said, "Stop talking."
"Father, are we going to let them frame us?" the middle-aged man said sternly: "Only a few forged letters and a few unexplained testimonies were used to accuse the Wei family of treason and arrest the whole family.
In the Tang Dynasty, is there any royal law?"
Another middle-aged man was sitting in the prison car and did not speak.
The guerrilla general's face turned grim, he came closer and whispered: "You want Wang Fa? Don't you know that Shence Army is Wang Fa? Do you know who is the leader of the army this time? Xia Houning, the Marquis of Anxing, he is
As the son of the Prime Minister, can the Xiahou family still not be regarded as a king?"
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but no more sound came out.
"It seems you have understood." The guerrilla general smiled and said: "If I were you, when I arrived in Hangzhou City, I took the initiative to confess the crime of rebellion, and then begged An Xinghou for mercy and let your wives and children go. In this way, I might be able to save a trace of my blood.
.The Shence Army has never been afraid of hard bones. The harder the bones, the sharper our knives. Of course you know the Hangzhou Sun family. They are very tough. When An Xinghou put the evidence of their rebellion in front of them, they refused to admit guilt.
Do you know the result? There were twenty-seven members of the family, no one was left, and they were all beheaded."
Both the father and son of the Wei family changed their colors. The guerrilla general smiled and said softly: "I meant well. When I came to your house, you immediately paid me ten thousand taels. You know the rules very well. For the sake of the ten thousand taels of silver, I
I just gave you some pointers. If you think what I said is wrong, just treat it as nonsense." He handed over the piece of pastry in his hand and sent it to Master Wei: "Master Wei, from now on you can only give me such a good rose cake.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to enjoy it anymore, so I take one last taste, I’m a kind-hearted person and don’t want to see the old and the weak suffering, hey...!”