Chapter 15 Brother Yunfan is obviously very talented
After saying that, Liu Meiniang handed over a mailbox.
Shen Yunfan took out the note from the mailbox and looked at it. The handwriting on it should be Liu Cheng's own handwriting. However, this was a letter from home, and it contained Liu Cheng's greetings to his family. It didn't look unusual.
Liu Meiniang looked a little embarrassed: "It...it seems that we intercepted the wrong message."
"No." Shen Yunfan shook his head, "How could that old fox Liu Cheng write a letter home at this juncture? He must have used other methods to spread the news!"
"Then let's take action?" Liu Meiniang's expression darkened.
"You can't do anything." Shen Yunfan shook his head.
Killing Liu Cheng's family is simple, but the consequences are disastrous.
He would lose his position as Crown Prince and his power in the Southern Wei Dynasty. At that time, he would probably become a fugitive again.
Revenge will become even more elusive.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Yunfan asked for paper and pen, wrote a note here and gave it to Feng Ling, "Ling'er, go to Zhang Qi's place tomorrow, give this note to him, and let him run the martial arts arena well."
Then he handed Liu Cheng's family letter to Liu Meiniang: "Keep this letter and the pigeon for now, maybe it will be useful."
"Okay." Both of them agreed without asking any further questions.
"I will meet Liu Cheng for a while tomorrow." Shen Yunfan narrowed his eyes, "Mei Niang, you will go into the palace to ambush tomorrow and I may need your help."
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In the palace in the evening, several royal disciples were chatting in the garden.
A girl in a pink skirt smiled and said: "Yesterday when he was canonizing the crown prince, Mr. Cao wrote a beautiful calligraphy. Do you know it?"
"Of course, I saw it too!" A person next to him echoed: "Yesterday, Mr. Xu and Mr. Cao were both talented, but... there was also a prince among them who acted very arrogantly."
"The adopted son of the prime minister's family, right? I heard that he is a prisoner who came out of prison!"
Hearing this, the girl in pink skirt sneered: "I didn't expect that such a pariah could become the crown prince of my Southern Wei Dynasty? It's really funny."
Listening to this conversation, the little princess not far away hurried over and said dissatisfied: "Don't make random guesses. Brother Yunfan is also very talented. I think he is worthy of being the heir apparent!"
Several people looked strange when they heard this.
The girl in the pink skirt glanced at the little princess, got up and left, and sneered: "Speaking for a prisoner, huh, you are really a wild man, have you won back the money you lost to Shigui before?"
The little princess puffed up her cheeks: "Brother Yunfan helped me win it back yesterday! This princess saved the face of Southern Wei!"
While she was defending herself, the girl in the pink skirt had already walked away. As for the others, they followed her, but no one paid any attention to the little princess.
The little princess puffed out her cheeks, but she didn't dare to blame.
After all, in terms of seniority, she still calls the girl in the pink skirt sister.
In the end, she could only stamp her feet and go back to her residence.
Looking at the picture of a girl chasing a butterfly hanging on the wall, she muttered: "Brother Yunfan is obviously very talented, but you don't understand!"
As she said that, she looked out the window and saw a wisp of light burning in the Yangxin Hall opposite.
"Brother Huang is still reading, he is so diligent."
The night gradually deepened, and at midnight, a fast horse galloped into the palace.
An eunuch quickly walked into the Yangxin Hall, knelt on the ground and said: "Your Majesty, the spies have come to report that the King of Beishan is on his way to Beijing with three thousand soldiers. He will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
Emperor Yongkang, who was reading at night, had his hands trembling. After a while, he put down the book in his hand and asked in a deep voice: "The reason for coming to Beijing?"
"Said I came to visit you."
"To visit me, do you still need to lead troops?" Emperor Yongkang took a deep breath, and his pale face became more sad.
The King of Beishan was the first king of the Southern Wei Dynasty. He occupied the territory of Chuzhou and had 50,000 troops. Since Emperor Yongkang came to the throne, not to mention military power, even the central power was in the hands of a few powerful officials.
Therefore, the arrival of King Beishan with his troops this time is a huge crisis for him as the emperor!
After pondering for a moment, he got up and left the Yangxin Hall and went to the Fengyang Pavilion opposite.
This is the residence of the little princess. Placing the little princess opposite his residence shows his love for his biological sister.
"Ning'er, why don't you rest at such a late hour?" Emperor Yongkang frowned when he saw the sleepy little princess.
"Brother Imperial, I see that the lights in Yangxin Hall are still on. You haven't slept yet, so Ning'er will accompany you." The little princess Wei Ning smiled sweetly.
Emperor Yongkang smiled fondly and patted Wei Ning's head.
Then he sighed again and said in a deep voice: "The Queen of Beishan will come to Beijing the day after tomorrow. If the situation changes, you should escape from the palace with Eunuch Zhao and the others."
When Wei Ning heard this, she realized something and her face suddenly changed. After a while, she said: "Brother Emperor... I have some friendship with the eldest son of the prime minister's family. I'm going to ask him for help!"
After saying that, she got up to leave.
Emperor Yongkang grabbed her and said with a wry smile: "Ning'er, what can a prince change?"
"His adoptive father is the prime minister. Didn't the emperor say that the prime minister is powerful..."
Emperor Yongkang sighed: "The King of Beishan is the prime minister's nephew, don't you understand?"
Wei Ning was stunned for a long time, and his face turned pale.
The King of Beishan belongs to the Prime Minister, how could the Prime Minister help them? This matter may be controlled by the Prime Minister!
"You and I are lonely, and I expected this day to come. If they want this position, I will give it to them. But, Ning'er, you must escape, do you hear me?"
These words were like last words.
Tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of Wei Ning's eyes.
"Brother Emperor, I won't leave, I want to stay with you!"
"Don't say stupid things." Emperor Yongkang said, coughing violently, "Brother, I won't live long. My only hope is that you can survive. Ning'er, I beg you, brother."
A generation of kings is as pitiful as a candle in the wind...