Liu Jiulang didn't dare to look back. He pulled Dong Guojiu and ran out of the two streets in one breath, and then said: "You said you want to inquire about my seventh brother?"
"Yes." Uncle Dong Guo looked down upon his behavior and could only pretend that he didn't see anything, "Does Master Jiu know?"
Liu Jiulang sighed: "I quietly returned to the capital later and heard that they were all beheaded and their bodies were thrown in mass graves. There was no way to collect the bodies. I don't know what happened next."
Dong Guojiu's eyes flashed slightly: "Does Ninth Master know nothing at all? I asked, they are not sure whether Seventh Master is among the people who beheaded."
Liu Jiulang shook his head.
Dong Guojiu talked to him a few more words and found that he really knew nothing, so he said: "Although I didn't find the seventh master, I found the ninth master, so I have gained nothing. It's getting late, so why not get there first?"
Let’s eat in a restaurant? We’ll find a place for Master Jiu to stay later. There must be a place to sleep at night, don’t you think?”
Liu Jiulang, who had been living on a mediocre diet for several years, started drooling when he thought about the food in the restaurant. He nodded quickly: "Okay, okay."
Uncle Dong Guo then took the people to the most luxurious restaurant in town and asked for the best box and the best table.
When the wine was full and his ears were warm, Uncle Dong Guo had almost finished talking.
Liu Jiulang had only returned once since he escaped from the capital, and he didn't know that Mrs. Liu had returned to the palace - if he had known, he would have come looking for her a long time ago.
"Speaking of which, this person is an old acquaintance of your Liu family!" Uncle Dong Guo said with a smile, "I remember that I almost got engaged to the eldest lady of your family before, right? Lord Jiu can definitely go back to Beijing. Say no.
Your majesty, in consideration of your early friendship, will return the Liu family's old residence, so that Master Jiu can revive his family."
Liu Jiulang said "Hi" and waved his hand: "You know it was a close call. My eldest sister regretted her marriage in order to enter the East Palace, causing him to leave the capital in a hurry to escape. I'm afraid he will turn around and settle old scores."
Dong Guojiu's heart was moved, and he pretended to be surprised: "Miss Liu entered the palace because she had no choice but to do so. How can your majesty hold grudges?"
Liu Jiulang's mouth was full of oil. He swallowed the chicken drumstick in his mouth and said, "What a helplessness. My eldest sister wanted to enter the palace and tried many ways. Finally she succeeded and hurriedly sent that person away. After so many years,
, maybe people have figured it out a long time ago, and I won’t go back to seek death!”
When he said this, he said with dissatisfaction: "If you ask me, she has no life! So what happened when she tried her best to squeeze into the East Palace? Everyone died in a few years! If she had married that man obediently, now
She is the queen! It won’t cost our whole family their lives..."
"Is this so? I heard before that Miss Liu suffered a lot for him..."
"Actually, this is not a lie." Liu Jiulang wiped the oil from his mouth and lowered his voice, "It has been so long and there is no one left. I might as well tell you that my eldest sister was pregnant with his child back then! What a gift!
The decree of marriage has been issued, so my eldest sister had to hide in Zhuangzi and beat the child. I also went to Zhuangzi to play and found out by accidentally seeing it. Tsk, tsk, tsk, if this child was alive, he would be the prince now. Alas, it is a pity that we don’t have this
Damn it!"
No, that child really became a prince. Uncle Dong Guo thought with a sullen face.
After a long while, the meal was finally finished. Uncle Dong Guo came out of the restaurant, suppressed his anger and got into the car: "Go back."
The attendant asked in a low voice: "Master, what should I do with this person?"
Dong Guojiu said coldly: "Let people keep an eye on him first and let him enjoy a few days of happiness." There will be time to settle accounts later!
"yes."
As the carriage drove towards the capital, Uncle Dong Guo was thinking in his mind. Next, he could check out Zhuangzi where Liu was recuperating. If he was lucky, he might be able to find an insider, which would provide evidence.
On the roadside, a man dressed as a gangster watched their carriages and horses leave with a solemn gaze.
…
East Palace.
The ministers had just dispersed, and Yan Cheng leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
At this time, a trusted guard came in and reported in a low voice but urgently: "Your Highness, there is urgent news."
Yan Chengdan asked: "What's the matter?"
"When my subordinates followed the clues to find the Liu clan members, they found Uncle Guo."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him: "What did you say?"
The confidant repeated the words.
Yan Cheng's face turned ugly and his breathing became rapid: "Are you sure he is also looking for someone?"
The confidant nodded and told Liu Jiulang's situation: "... When my subordinates found him, they were extremely drunk, but it is certain that Uncle Guo went to find him."
Yan Cheng clenched the armrest tightly, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and his head was even more confused.
There is no reason for my uncle to go to the Liu clan. Could it be that he knows something? If he confirms that he is not of Dong family blood, he will definitely not give up, right? If this matter is revealed, can he still be the prince? He is not the eldest son and has no name.
Even the courtiers would not agree to him becoming the crown prince. By that time...
Could it be the mother's instruction? The mistress is coming back, can she finally bear it? Yes, this is the throne, this is the whole world, how could she be willing to let other people's children have it?
What about his father? Although he expressed concern for him last time, the military supply chain had just let him down once. If he hadn't faked his illness in time, he might have been punished, right?
What to do? Is he just going to sit back and wait for death?
"Your Highness?"
Yan Cheng reluctantly pulled out his emotions and wanted someone to call Mr. Fu, but he stopped midway through opening his mouth.
He does not doubt Mr. Fu's loyalty to him, but every time he talks about this matter, the other party has to say, "Your Highness is the legitimate eldest son and the legitimate heir." But what if he is not the legitimate eldest son? Mr. Fu will still be loyal to him.
?
Yan Cheng hesitated. His merits were not as good as Yan Ling's, his talent could not be said to be superior, and his temperament was even less lovable than Yan Ling's. The only thing better than Yan Ling was that he was the eldest son. Because he was the eldest son, he was naturally made the crown prince.
, and now he has become the prince. If he is not, then what reason does Mr. Fu have to regard him as the master?
His biological mother was not a concubine, a maid, or even a concubine, but the concubine of Dezong of the previous dynasty, a woman who should not have anything to do with his father in any case. This kind of relationship violated every conceivable etiquette. He
Not a child born out of wedlock or a maidservant. At best, it is an illegitimate child. At worst, it is an adulterous child.
With such a status, let alone being a prince of a country, he would be looked down upon even if he stood in the sun. If Mr. Fu knew that he would immediately throw away his hand as he values etiquette, how could he still help?
"Can't say, can't say." Yan Cheng muttered to himself, with layers of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
You can't call Mr. Fu, he can only solve this problem by himself.
What should we do? First of all, we can’t let them get the evidence, and secondly, where is my father...
Yan Cheng thought quickly, beckoning his confidants to come over: "You'll be right now..."