As a few rooster crows came, Tang Ji, who was sleeping soundly in bed, impatiently lifted the quilt over his head, but not long after, he dragged his tired body up and got up. After getting dressed,
Weakly walked out of the door and stretched out.
The rain last night stopped in the middle of the night, but there were still water droplets falling slowly from the eaves, and the air became especially fresh.
At this time, Jiang Ran came over with a basin of warm water. Looking at Tang Ji's thick eyelids, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he acted like a gangster last night. His face turned red and he hummed softly: "I'll keep you up at night!"
Tang Ji became more energetic thinking about how much better he had done last night. He followed Jiang Ran back to the room, took the salt water and rinsed his mouth. He picked up his homemade toothbrush and put it into his mouth. He moved to the table and looked at the person who was being treated last night.
He ignored other items, picked up the jade bracelet and handed it to Jiang Ran.
The latter was stunned for a moment and asked softly: "What are you doing?"
"This bracelet must have been left by my mother to my future daughter-in-law, so just keep it." Tang Ji waved his toothbrush lightly, his cheeks bulging.
Jiang Ran took a small step back and shook his head: "I can't take it back now."
Hearing this, Tang Ji looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while. He and Jiang Ran hadn't gotten married yet, so it was really inappropriate to collect the dowry in advance. Without thinking much, he put the jade bracelet and the bronze mirror back into the wooden box: "Okay.
, then when we are about to get married, I will give it to you as a betrothal gift."
He didn't notice a little worry and uneasiness in Jiang Ran's eyes, and instead became interested in the envelopes stacked on the table. He picked them up and browsed, and found that the signatures on the envelopes were all "Tang Yin", which he thought should be
It was a pity that there was nothing in the love letter my father wrote to my mother, otherwise he would have wanted to see how a poor scholar could woo a young lady from a rich family.
Tang Ji counted and found that there were more than twenty letters. What caught his attention was that the letter at the bottom was a bit thick, and there were obviously letters inside.
He put the other empty envelopes into the wooden box, leaving the bulging envelope in his hand. In terms of feel, this envelope was much more delicate than the previous ones, and the material should be different.
Sure enough, the name written on the envelope was not "Tang Yin", but "Zhao Rong".
Tang Ji held the toothbrush in his mouth and took out the letter inside. There were five pieces of rice paper in it, no wonder it was so thick. When Jiang Ran came over, the two of them read through the contents of the letter.
Soon, Tang Ji only had the last piece of letter paper left in his hand, and he was a little sluggish. Judging from the content, this should be written by the son of Taifu Zhao back then to his mother. It even said that he didn't mind if his mother had children. It can be seen that
This person is just a pure, big licking dog...ahem, a big lover.
"Oh, it seems that Mr. Zhao is also an infatuated person." Jiang Ran couldn't help but sigh.
He also shook his head and was about to put away this love letter of several hundred words when he noticed the date left at the end of the last page.
The fifth day of August!
Tang Ji learned from Bai Han that the day the Yang brothers set fire to his mother's boudoir was the seventh day of August. Yang Kangping also said that his mother had died before that day. If it was the same year, maybe Zhao Rong would know something.
He frowned slightly, took the letter from Jiang Ran, put it away in his sleeve.
Jiang Ran didn't think much and said softly: "You should wash up quickly and I'll prepare breakfast for you."
"Thank you, madam." Tang Ji nodded in response. After Jiang Ran left the room, he re-locked the wooden box and put it in the corner on the side of the bookcase. The key was stuffed under the pillow, and he simply washed up and left.
door.
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The atmosphere in this morning's court was a bit solemn. The news of two consecutive deaths in the Yang family's house last night had already spread. Many officials glanced back and forth between Tang Ji and Yang Tianhao, waiting for the two to start a fierce fight. However, throughout the morning
In the past, except for Tang Ji who stood up and expressed a few opinions on government affairs, there was no discordant voice.
Soon, as Emperor Ning announced his resignation from the court, all the officials bowed and dispersed.
As if his soul had been sucked out, Yang Tianhao walked towards the outside of the hall with a dull look in his eyes.
Li Yu glanced at his back, and then touched Tang Ji's shoulder: "You didn't even call me for such an interesting thing last night, but Sister Yao told me this morning, don't worry, Dali Temple has already mastered the evidence.
, if he dares to act recklessly, then he will first settle the account for Su Xiuyun’s murder of the Yang family’s old man!”
"You were so drunk yesterday, how can I call you?" Tang Ji rubbed his eyes. A lot of things did happen yesterday. Even he was a little confused now. After walking outside the hall with Li Yu, he looked around,
He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know Zhao Rong?"
"Zhao Rong? I seem to have heard this name somewhere." Li Yu put his hand on his chin, tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized: "Oh, I remembered, Zhao Rong is the younger brother of Zhongshu Ling Zhao Qian.
He is also the son of the late Taifu Zhao..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that the Zhao family was the one who proposed marriage to the Yang family. He widened his eyes and exclaimed: "You want to take action against the Zhao family? Let me tell you, the Zhao family and the Yang family are different...
..."
"Stop!" Tang Ji raised his hand to interrupt him, rolled his eyes, he was a prince after all, how to talk and act like a mother-in-law, and continued: "You just need to tell me where the Zhao family is, I want to go there."
Li Yu pursed his lips, and seeing that Tang Ji didn't seem to have murderous intentions, he replied: "The Zhao family is on the east side of your Ji Ran residence, about three or four streets away."
This surprised Tang Ji a little. He didn't expect that his home was so close to the Zhao family. It seemed that he really needed to go shopping when he had time to avoid such embarrassing things happening again. He put his thoughts back and suddenly felt a wave of tiredness sweeping through his body, planning to go back to the household department.
After catching up on his sleep, he walked straight forward, not forgetting to wave to Li Yu: "Thank you!"
"Hey, you haven't told me what happened last night!" Li Yu took steps to catch up.
"Just ask your Song Yao!"
Tang Ji's condition today was not very good. He fished for fish for a whole day in Hubu, and did not regain his vitality until he heard the yamen bell. After leaving Hubu and leaving the imperial city, he asked Cheng Tie to take him to buy some in the market.
He wrapped the exquisite gifts and ran to the Zhao family.
Although it was not yet evening, the sun was already approaching the Western Mountains, and various red clouds began to appear in the sky.
The carriage moved slowly and finally stopped in front of a mansion.
Tang Jizhao had already changed his clothes in the carriage, straightened his sleeves, lifted the curtains and leaned out, turning to look at the noble, luxurious and majestic buildings on the side, his eyes finally locked on the two "Zhao Mansion" on the plaque.
On the big letter, he smiled calmly, quickly jumped out of the carriage, told Cheng Tie to take the gift, and walked straight to the gate.
The two guards guarding the door noticed them. One of them took a small step and asked, "May I ask what you are doing for me?"
Tang Ji stopped and replied politely: "Please tell me, Tang Ji, the doctor in the household department, wants to see Mr. Zhao."