Therefore, when they were on Hongyan Mountain, Hongwen and his son were already imprisoned.
Even Hongyan wanted to visit, but was blocked at the door.
Helpless, he had no choice but to return to the emperor's palace. The emperor lost his youngest son in grief, and instantly he seemed to have aged several dozen years. He was sitting on a golden lacquered dragon chair with his forehead in his hands. His expression was in pain. If you look closely, you can easily see that his eyes were red and swollen.
Covered with bloodshot eyes.
Apparently he had not slept all night, and besides not sleeping all night, he must have cried.
"Brother Imperial!" He knew it was inappropriate at this time, but Hong Yan still wanted to speak, "The matter has not yet been investigated clearly. You can restrict the freedom of Third Brother and Huan Qiang, but you can't even deny them access to meals."
A pair of cold eyes shot from the arm holding his forehead: "Even if it weren't for them and their son, if it weren't for them and their son, nothing would have happened to the prince."
"Brother Imperial!" Hong Yan spoke coldly and argued with reason, "Everyone would be heartbroken if something happened to the prince, but Huan Qiang is just a child. You have been starving him all day and night."
"Get out!" The emperor was furious and looked at Hong Yan with a red face. "Get out of here. What do you understand? You don't understand anything!"
Hong Yan was surprisingly calm and sneered: "I don't understand. I don't understand why you still blame the third brother and Huanqiang even though you know clearly that they are not the third brother. You want Huanqiang and the third brother to betray the prince."
Burial?"
"Shut up!"
With a loud shout, Eunuch Mo was so frightened that he fell silent and kept winking at Hong Yan, meaning to tell Hong Yan to stop talking and leave quickly.
Hong Yan turned a blind eye: "I will personally lead people to search for evidence. Brother Huang, I beg you at that time to give Huanqiang some rice water. The child is still young."
"Get out, get out of here!"
The man on the dragon chair seemed to be crazy, and he couldn't even hear a few words from him.
Hong Yan's face became sad for a moment, but he still rolled up his sleeves and left without saying a word.
*
Before he walked out of the courtyard, someone called him from behind: "King Jin, stay here."
"Eunuch Mo!"
"This slave pays his respects to King Jin."
"Why don't Eunuch Mo have anything to do with me?"
Eunuch Mo's eyes were hesitant: "Prince Jin, I just want to tell you that the emperor's heart is broken right now. He may not know that Prince Xuan and his son are innocent, but he can't let it out, and it makes his heart hurt."
, he can only make himself feel better in this way. King Jin should not get angry with the emperor. At the cusp of the storm, the servant is only afraid that the emperor will be angry and lock you and the princess up without food. The princess is pregnant, and the servant is only afraid.
…”
Knowing that Eunuch Mo was kind-hearted, Hong Yan's expression calmed down a lot: "I understand, Eunuch Mo, thank you for reminding me. I just feel sorry for Huanqiang and couldn't hold back my temper for a while."
Eunuch Mo hurriedly said: "How can I dare to acknowledge the prince's gratitude? I just don't want the prince to have a conflict with the emperor. The prince is kind to me. If it weren't for the prince, I would have died in the imperial dining room in my early years. I don't think of this kind of kindness."
Report, I know that the prince is worried about Crown Prince Huanqiang, so I will send people to clear it privately and secretly send some rice water in."
"Then there is Eunuch Laomo."
This Eunuch Mo is still a kindhearted person.
At such a time of crisis, for daring to confront the emperor for him, Hong Yan lightly curled his lips for a moment as a thank you.
Huanqiang has Eunuch Mo taking care of him, so he doesn't have to worry.
Now, it is time to fulfill the promise and find evidence to prove that Xuan Wang Hongwen is innocent.
In the evening, the matter took shape.
Hong Yan took the five ministers and the new Zongren Fu Cheng and others to investigate the people who went up the mountain one by one. He also sent a team to the cliff at the foot of the mountain to search for the prince's body. As a result, the prince's body seemed to have been killed by wild wolves.
They were transferred away, but fragments of clothing were scattered at the bottom of the cliff. One of the fragments was pink, and the clothes on the prince's body were clearly golden. The pink piece did not belong to the prince at all.
After the searching soldiers brought the pink fragments up, Hongyan had the fragments cleaned and invited Mr. Hai from Jinyifang to go up the mountain.
Boss Hai is an absolute expert in this field. He has been running Jinyi Shop for nearly ten years. He has been working with fabrics all day long. He has developed a sharp eye and hands. He can roughly determine the texture and origin of the fabric with just a touch and a look.
What's the price?
What's even more amazing is that he knows exactly which cloth shop sells this fabric and which brocade is made from it.
Boss Hai didn't dare to be too confident or negligent about the pink fragments at the moment. He carefully looked at them seven or eight times, wiped them on no less than ten times, and asked his apprentice to touch them before he raised his head for sure.
"This is Hangzhou silk. It is produced in Hangzhou City in the south of the Yangtze River. The annual output is not too high and the price is medium to upper. Common people generally cannot afford it. In our Jinyifang, because the silk of Hangzhou silk is soft, we use it to make women's handkerchiefs.
Or underwear and pants."
"So, you mean, all the women in the mountains can afford such clothing?"
"That's not the case." Boss Hai said cautiously, "The price of Hangzhou silk is not very high, but taking into account the dyeing skills, it is not low. This is the best Pink Lady. Please tell the truth, Pink Lady
There are only one or two boxes of this kind of dye a year, and they are all sent to the palace as tribute, and those one or two boxes can at most dye three or five pieces of cloth, which are even valuable."
"So, this thing cannot belong to a woman outside the palace. Because it is difficult for women in the palace to get it, and it is said to be from outside the palace?"
"This..." Boss Hai said "yes" in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a judgment with his mouth. This is something that could cause his head to fall apart if he said the wrong word.
Hong Yan didn't embarrass him, he just shouted coldly: "Fetch Eunuch Xue from the Jingshi Room to me."
No matter where you look, the person is right in front of you. When he was called, he hurriedly walked out of the queue in fear and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, this servant is here."
"Do you know who in the palace received this cloth?"
"Your Majesty, just ask if it's from this year. If it's new, you can tell it's from this year."
Boss Hai came out and said something, then carefully retracted.
Hong Yan responded, raised his eyebrows and said to Mr. Xue: "This year, who has gone to the Jingsi Room to get this thing, or who has the emperor given it to?"
Eunuch Xue seemed to be thinking about it, and after a moment, he knelt at Hong Yan's feet: "This year, the emperor gave all the rewards to Concubine Xia."
Concubine Xia!
*
The doors and windows of the emperor's palace were closed, and the room was as silent as cicadas. Outside, the ministers looked at each other in shock. King Jin took Concubine Xia in for a long time, but why didn't he see any movement inside?
From Concubine Xia's palace, some pink clothes and a broken handkerchief were found. The evidence is conclusive. Now everyone knows where the death of the prince came from.
However, more than two hours have passed.
But what is strange is that shortly after the emperor sentenced Concubine Xia to death, he immediately surrounded Prince Huai's palace and threw Prince Huai into a prison.
There are various speculations and different opinions.
The most speculated version is that King Huai will be imprisoned at this time. It is very likely that he is the mastermind behind the crown prince incident, and Concubine Xia is a pawn placed by King Huai next to the emperor.
Naturally, before the matter was announced, everyone was just speculating, and no one dared to really express their thoughts.
In fact, they didn't need to inquire too much. In the afternoon of that day, the emperor issued an imperial edict and announced it to the world.
"King Huai Hongzhi was very ambitious and committed crimes against his superiors. Gu Chu deprived him of his title of "Huai" and threw him into a dungeon where he would not be able to use it anymore."
Although it was not explicitly stated that Prince Huai was the instigator of this matter, it was obvious that the words "ambitious" had already informed the world that the prince's death was the result of Prince Huai's tactics.
The prince died, King Huai was imprisoned forever, and the Hong Dynasty experienced drastic changes for the first time since entering the Kangding year.
In the palace, arrangements for the prince's funeral have begun.
As Hong Yan's wife, Feng Hongluan was inevitably busy. Although she only met the prince a few times, she felt sorry for him.
With her motherly compassion and tenderness, she never forgot to visit the Queen every day, even with a bulging belly and tiredness.
After losing her beloved son, the queen's world seemed to have collapsed. She was disheveled, silent, shedding tears every day, and looked haggard.
Compared with Concubine Li's demeanor after losing her son, it is even more pitiful.
After all, Concubine Li's child was stillborn and was only a few months old.
But the queen's prince has already raised him to four years old.
Anyone else would have gone crazy.
At least the queen remembered her identity and didn't do anything too crazy. She just locked herself in the palace and didn't go anywhere. Most of the time every day, she just caressed the prince's old things and burst into tears.
Although Feng Hongluan could not sympathize with the queen's sadness, and she did not know how to comfort the queen when she was with her, she always wanted to spend time with this poor mother whenever she had time.
After the prince's funeral was settled, the emperor also fell ill. The high fever persisted for days and nights. Hong Yan stayed by the bed all day long. The couple were in the palace together. One wanted to accompany the emperor and the other wanted to accompany the queen.
I miss each other and can't see each other again.
The haze, heaviness, and the breathless national sadness gradually dissipated after half a month.
It was mid-November. When the news of Yin Tiangao's death came, Feng Hongluan was not surprised at all. She was building plum branches in the yard. When Yang Yun said that Yin Tiangao was dead, she didn't look back: "This branch is too long."
Click yes!”
She didn't seem to be surprised at all, as if she had known for a long time that Yin Tiangao would die.
Yang Yun couldn't figure out Feng Hongluan's temper, but she knew that Feng Hongluan was a good master.
When she heard that Feng Hongluan was concentrating on repairing the plum branches, she did not bother Feng Hongluan with other things, and responded: "Cut off two fingers to the length, it should be just right."
"hehe."
Feng Hongluan smiled softly and turned around. Her belly was already very swollen.
Half a month passed, and the emperor finally recovered from his illness. Although he was in extremely poor spirits, he began to take charge of the government again.
As for the queen, she was accompanied by the concubines and the eldest princess. Feng Hongluan went to see her intentionally but it was unnecessary. It didn't matter if she didn't go, so she simply went to the palace and hid at home alone to keep quiet.
As for Hong Yan, after the death of the prince, the emperor's attitude towards Hong Yan was somewhat unclear. He often summoned Hong Yan to the palace to discuss political affairs, but he did not give Hong Yan an official position. It seemed that he wanted to cultivate Hong Yan, but
He also seems to be very afraid of Hongyan.
Feng Hongluan was worried about this. She always didn't want Hongyan to get involved in politics too much, but Hongyan always comforted her that he had his own sense of proportion and told her not to worry.
Looking at my belly, it would be better to think less. For some reason, I always feel as if Hongyan has suddenly grown up.
In the past, Hong Yan was a big kid, and he always insisted on playing rogue with her.
Today's Hong Yan always has a depth and keenness hidden in his eyes, and the occasional flash of light makes it difficult to fathom his thoughts.
But what is certain is that Hong Yan still loves her as much as life.
"Princess, princess!"
Perhaps she was so absorbed in thinking about things that she didn't even hear Yang Yun call her. It wasn't until Yang Yun's voice became louder that she suddenly reacted.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"My slave, I want to say that when the prince left in the morning, he told his slave that he would serve the princess a cup of red date and lotus seed soup at noon. Is the princess hungry now?"
"I won't drink anymore. I haven't had much appetite lately."
"But your lord..."
"Are you afraid of him? Just tell him that I drank. Don't worry, I won't betray you."
She made a rare playful remark, and her face lost its depth and calmness, revealing the brightness and sunshine that a seventeen-year-old girl should have. Her smile was naughty and bright, just like her carefree self in her previous life.
Yang Yun looked helpless: "It was like this last time. The prince found out, but he gave me a good scolding."
"That's not true. Last time you did something dirty and returned the soup to the dining room. Wouldn't that be scolding you? This time you drank it all to pay homage to the Five Zang Temple, so no one would know about it."
"But Princess..."
"God knows that you know and I know, but I really don't want to drink it." On her rosy cheeks, there was a girl's naughty and coquettish expression. Yang Yun was much older than Feng Hongluan. Seeing this childish and coquettish expression, she couldn't bear it.
He sighed helplessly: "Hey, if the prince finds out, he might scold me to death."
"Don't worry, I told you that God knows and earth knows that you know and that I know..."
"I know!" A feigned angry voice suddenly came from the door.
The moment Feng Hongluan and Yang Yun heard this voice, one was frightened and the other pretended to be stupid.
"It's rare to be back so early."
"Wang, your lord!"
Looking at Yang Yun's little appearance, Feng Hongluan knew that she was going to get scolded again, so she quickly excused her: "Yang Yun, didn't you tell me to bring me the soup the prince ordered? Go quickly, I'm hungry."
Yang Yun looked grateful: "Yes, yes, I will go."
After saying that, he ran away as if fleeing from danger.
The warm winter sun shone on his body, and Hong Yan wore a gray-blue robe. This was a mature tone, which made his handsome face look more resolute. The outline of his facial features was like a knife carving, with thick eyebrows.
Sideburns, deep dark eyes, high nose bridge, and sexy thin lips.
The look in Feng Hongluan's eyes was filled with three parts anger, three parts helplessness, and four parts tenderness and pampering.
"You are always like this. You don't obey me well. One person eats and two people take supplements. I'm not at home on weekdays. Are you colluding with Yang Yun to ruin my feelings for you like this?"
Feng Hongluan knew she was wrong and wrinkled her nose: "Where!"
She said yes but had no confidence at all, and felt very guilty.
In fact, it wasn't that many times. She just drank a few times and went back to the dining room once or twice. Most of the time, she was still strangely obedient.
Hong Yan sighed helplessly: "Hey, you, you, I really can't bear to say anything to you, and I can't bring myself to hit you, but you are so naughty that it makes my teeth itch."
"Otherwise, I want you to take a bite." He lifted up his sleeves and moved towards Hong Yan's mouth.
He opened his mouth, revealing a pair of white teeth, intending to bite them off viciously.
What landed on her arm was not a painful bite, but an ambiguous caress of teeth licking that made people blush and heartbeat.
Feng Hongluan gave a sweet laugh and pulled back her hand: "You've bitten it, and you've relieved yourself."
But he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her, and her whole petite body fell into his arms. However, he could hear him burying his head in her neck and breathing hot words: "Who?
I haven’t figured it out yet!”
After saying that, his thin lips brushed across her ears and landed on her red lips impartially. His spiritual tongue followed the trend and his lips and teeth nibbled and licked her fragrance wantonly.
In broad daylight, Feng Hongluan couldn't help but blush, and stretched out her hand to push him away, but she only got a stronger request from him.
From her red lips, before she could even utter a word of resistance, he completely blocked her mouth, leaving her no room to breathe.
When Yang Yun came in with the white fungus and red date soup, she saw this scene, neither advancing nor retreating.
Couldn't the prince of their family be a little more restrained?
Such an ambiguous scene made Yang Yun blush from the beginning, but now she is only slightly embarrassed. Apart from that, she can no longer blink her brows, because she is so used to it.