Hongzhi's sleep seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and he fell into a deep sleep until the afternoon of the next day.
When he woke up, Hong Yan was sitting next to him quietly. He felt movement on the bed and quickly put down a book in his hand.
"Fourth brother!"
Hong Zhi nodded with some difficulty and started to stand up, but Hong Yan quickly helped him up.
"Fourth brother, are you hungry?"
Hongzhi shook his head: "I'm not hungry, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to get up after sleeping. I have too many things to say to you."
Hong Yan smiled tenderly and put a pillow behind Hong Zhi.
"Fourth brother's health will get better. Wait for a while, and when I enter Beijing, I will send someone to bring fourth brother back so that he can receive medical treatment and recuperate."
Hongzhi coughed and stretched out his hand to hold Hongyan's hand: "I will never go back to that place after I leave. Xiaoyan, while I'm still fine now, there are many things that I hid from you before.
I will tell you all."
"Fourth brother, please eat some food first."
Hong Yan said and was about to get up, but Hong Zhi stopped him.
"Xiaoyan, I'm not hungry. Listen to me. I don't have much time. I also know that you can't afford it. You must listen to me while I wake up. Xiaoyan, there is actually one thing. I
Always wanted to tell you."
"Fourth brother, please tell me."
"That woman Feng Hongluan! Cough cough, cough cough!" Although that person once thought of hating her and hating her, when he mentioned that name that haunted him, his heart felt pain again and again.
"Fourth brother, what's wrong with Hongluan?"
"Child, the child may not be yours."
Hong Yan was startled, and then his face became a little unhappy.
"Why did Fourth Brother say this?"
"I heard it with my own ears, so if Jiang Nanzi hadn't drugged my family that day, I wouldn't have given the snow lotus pistils to Feng Hongluan."
Snow lotus pistil, someone lured him out that night, and when he came back, Feng Hongluan already had the last medicine in his hand, was it all delivered by him personally?
After he went out, the fourth brother broke into his and Hongluan's room.
In fact, he had known for a long time that the fourth brother liked Hongluan, and he happened to hear it clearly when the fourth brother and the fourth sister-in-law quarreled about Hongluan.
He just didn't expect that the fourth brother would actually suspect that the little dumpling was not his.
"Fourth brother, you don't have to worry about this."
The whole world does not believe in Feng Hongluan and doubts Feng Hongluan, but Hongyan also absolutely believes that Feng Hongluan belongs to him alone, from body to heart.
Although he didn't know what made Hongzhi misunderstand Feng Hongluan's disloyalty and uncleanness, but even if the person in front of him was Hongzhi, he would not allow Hongzhi to slander Feng Hongluan.
Looking at his face, Hongzhi knew that he must not believe it and was not happy to hear him say that.
In the end, he couldn't waste any more energy on this matter.
In fact, he shouldn't have said it at all, right?
Wouldn't it be nice to let this matter rot in your stomach like this?
However, it was just his last selfish wish, something he would never get, but he didn't want Hong Yan to get it either.
He knew how despicable his desire to give up was, but it was he who was so despicable that he loved that woman for so many years. Even now, when he dreamed back at midnight, he still had a taste of that night many years ago before his eyes.
The starry sky was bright, she was sitting in the carriage, saying that daddy bought me candied haws, and I didn't cry at all.
If, if time could go back, if he could let go of everything, would it be possible for her to become his?
A wry smile spread from the corners of his mouth.
Because he knew clearly that even if time went back and everyone's fate had been decided, he would still accept the arrangement of the late emperor and marry Murong An'er, he would still collude with the emperor to harm every brother, and he would still not be able to have that
A woman as beautiful as a flower.
"Okay, since you're not happy, I won't talk about it either. I have something urgent to tell you, Jiang Nanzi. It's my second brother. You should have known it before me, right?"
Hong Yan nodded.
Yes, a long, long time ago, while hiding in the dark, he saw several brothers pour poisonous water into the second brother's mouth, and the second brother twitched and then became silent.
He was hiding in the dark and saw with his own eyes that when several brothers went to invite his father, the second brother got up from the ground, looked out the window with a bitter smile, then opened the cabinet and didn't know what he ate. When his father came,
, the second brother was covered in bruises and lay in the same place as if he had lost his breath.
He once suspected that what his second brother had eaten after he got up was not poison, so after he was buried, he secretly guarded the imperial mausoleum for a few days. Sure enough, he saw the diggers who came to dig the second brother's grave. He dug the second brother out and hugged his second brother's mother, Concubine Xiang.
As soon as the second brother came, a group of men in black took the second brother away.
He knew a long time ago that Hong Han was not dead.
And after a long, long time, he did not tell the emperor brother about this.
He would not tell the emperor brother or anyone else, because he knew that if the emperor brother knew that Jiang Nanzi was Hong Han, he would definitely kill them all.
After seeing the cruel scene of fratricide once, he didn't want to see it a second time.
Therefore, even if he knew that the emperor and his fourth brother had been conspiring to suppress him, guard against him, or even deal with him, he did not think about the prince's affairs and took the opportunity to kill Hongzhi. Instead, through Hongwen, he begged the emperor to let Hongzhi go.
"Haha, I was actually shocked at first, but soon I felt very happy. You probably don't know what it feels like to kill your own brother with your own hands."
Yes, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.
"I have always had no reservations about Brother Huang, but that time Jiang Nanzi confessed that he was the second brother, and I did not report it to Brother Huang. I just planned to imprison him on Swan Lake in Bieyuan. This was the only time I betrayed Brother Huang. Yesterday
It's the second time, and today is the third time, you go and open that cabinet."
He pointed to a cabinet not far away. Hong Yan went over and opened it. Inside was something wrapped in yellow brocade. When he opened it, he saw that it was an imperial edict.
This is?
"Father's last edict, the real one."
"Posthumous edict?"
Hongzhi struggled to smile: "In fact, you have a lot of my work in your house. That night, my work witnessed the battle between Feng Hongluan and Xia Rongling. In the end, she took advantage of Feng Hongluan's fainting and put it in the box on her table.
Here, I found this."
Hongyan suddenly heard the sound of Feng Hongluan. After waking up that day, he nervously asked himself if he had seen a box on the table, and then asked if he had seen anything in the box.
It turned out that it was all a legacy edict.
In the end, where did Hong Luan know this and why she never told him.
Hongzhi sat up with difficulty: "I'm sorry, my craftsmanship didn't help Hongluan that day. In order not to make you suspicious, the craftsman I arranged didn't know martial arts. That's why I was able to survive the music of "Jade and Stone Burn Together", so I went in to get it.
Let me report this in detail. That day, the woman who was dragged into the yard and stabbed several times was rescued by a masked man in black. I guess it was Liu Xiang, the maid next to Feng Hongluan."
Hong Yan nodded.
"Liuxiang is still alive."
Hongzhi smiled and said: "My guess is that since he was rescued and his body was not seen, he must have been resuscitated and hidden. But why doesn't he appear again?"
"It's a long story, and Fourth Brother wouldn't be interested in knowing it. Fourth Brother, have you read the content?"
As he spoke, he raised the edict in his hand.
Hongzhi nodded.
"Look, you should open it and take a look. Then you will know why, even though there are no heirs and only your brother succeeds to the throne, he still wants to kill you."
Hong Yan was startled, and his hand holding the edict was a little unsteady.
Is this edict the reason why the imperial brother has been wary of him?
Trying to calm down and unfold the edict.
When you see the sentence: The fourth son has a noble character and is appointed as the crown prince and inherits the throne. The sixth son is noble and knowledgeable and is specially appointed as the regent.
Prince Regent, Prince Regent.
He smiled bitterly, it turned out that was the case.
My father, with great foresight, appointed his fourth brother as the crown prince and also appointed him as the regent.
It seems that the father knew that the fourth brother was weak and might not be able to support the world, so he let him control the world and fill his wings. Once the fourth brother died, he, the regent, could legitimately become the emperor and replace him.
No matter what, my father didn't want his brother to become the emperor.
Even the fourth brother, who was too weak to take on big responsibilities, could become emperor, but he could not fulfill the ambition of the eldest brother.
After reading the edict and then looking at Hongzhi, the only thing he couldn't understand was how the fourth brother could give up.
Hongzhi seemed to have read through his thoughts and coughed twice.
"Do you want to know why I can swallow my anger, stay on the throne, and become the emperor's fang instead?"
Hong Yan remained silent, and Hong Zhi continued.
"Because Xia Hui is the only one who has read the imperial edict. The emperor told me that the title of crown prince has always been written in the imperial edict, and it is you."
The royal brother's scheme is so deep.
He made the fourth brother completely give up hope, and in order to survive, he was willing to work with him to deal with his brothers one by one.
First his second brother, then his mother, then him, and countless ministers who knew the inside story, opposed his voice. Anyone who hindered him or threatened his throne was ordered to be killed by him.
He doesn't even spare his own brother and mother, he will do whatever he wants.
The fists on the sides were clenched together.
He finally understood why his father had loved every child since he was a child, but he didn't like his eldest brother.
He is too cruel, really too cruel.
Killing his second brother, concealing and exploiting his fourth brother, murdering his mother and killing his own brother, there is nothing else he can't do.
That dragon chair, that dragon chair stained with blood, is it really so comfortable to sit on?
Hong Yan closed his eyes, his face full of pain.
If he had wavered before about whether to rebel or not, at this moment, his heart was firmer than ever.
He had to fight this battle for his brothers, for his father, and for the common people of the world.
Such a narrow-minded and suspicious emperor, who has caused countless tragedies in just six years since he took the throne, will only be waiting to usher in a cruel and unkind tyrant if he is not overthrown.
*
Capital City, Prince Jin's Mansion.
After several days of haze, it was autumn, and suddenly it started to snow.
The snow was falling so hard that there was no time to cover the door with the cotton curtain. As soon as the door opened, the raging cold wind packed the snowflakes and rushed into the house, filling the whole room with cold air.
Xiaofu came in from outside, put the injured kettle on the charcoal stove, and rubbed his hands.
"I haven't seen it snow so early in more than ten years. It's only October. The osmanthus flowers in the yard are blooming at the right time. I'm thinking of picking some and pickling them to make osmanthus wine. It's snowy like this.
After a dozen, there’s nothing left.”
Feng Hongluan's heart was not focused on Xiaofu's words. She looked at the sky outside with a solemn thought.
The people she sent out should also have received a letter.
Just as she was thinking about it, three knocks suddenly came from the window. She stood up and said to Xiaofu: "When it gets cold, go back to your room and rest. I want to be quiet here and don't have to wait for you."
Xiaofu couldn't wait to hear it. When he heard this, his face showed a happy look: "Master is the best."
Feng Hongluan smiled and Xiaofu went out.
After a while, a black figure quietly entered the room accompanied by the wind and snow. When he saw Feng Hongluan, he knelt on the ground and said, "Happy mistress."
"Hurry up. How is the investigation I asked you to investigate?"
Taking off the cloak, a delicate face was revealed under the cloak. It was Xu Yanyu. Her brows tightened: "My subordinates privately investigated this unknown person. His origin is unknown. He seemed to have suddenly appeared in the military camp."
I also refused to talk about the past, and only said that there was a fire in my home, and I was the only one who survived."
"That means nothing was found?"
"After some investigation, the mistress didn't ask my subordinates to check out his relationship with Han Huiqing. I learned from the former servants of the Han family that a masked person once came to their house. The day Han Huiqing came,
All the servants were sent out of the house and asked to do their work. Only an old man stayed in the house. The old man said that it was because the man was wearing a mask. He also heard that there was an unknown general who was also wearing a mask.
, so I guessed it was the general. But the old man only took a look at it from a distance, so he wasn’t sure."
Sure enough, Wu Ming entered the mansion that day, probably to find out the whereabouts of the Han Jia family.
Probably because he was short of time, he left without checking.
nameless……
A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth.
Sure enough, he is not a kind person.
"Other than that, what's the gain?"
"Mother, my subordinates also discovered this."
Xu Yanyu took something out of her arms and gave it to Feng Hongluan.
A painting, the woman in the words looked familiar, and the inscription below the words really made Feng Hongluan slightly startled: Fairy Begonia.
Fairy Begonia, what auspiciousness!
The painting in my hand almost dropped to the ground.
Wu Ming actually collected a painting by He Jixiang.
No, it shouldn't be collected. The ink on this painting is still new and it was only three to five days old. It is probably a new work.
Carefully observe the four characters "Begonia Fairy".
She was suddenly startled.
She would not mistake the familiar handwriting.
Ling Che!!!
Fire, ugly face, unknown origin, some familiar actions, Fairy Begonia, exactly the same handwriting, how lucky!
When she connected these things, a person suddenly appeared in her mind that she could not forget even if she turned to ashes - Ling Che.
He's not dead?
Isn't he dead?
Seeing her shocked expression, Xu Yanyu frowned and asked, "Mistress, does Mistress know this person before?"
Feng Hongluan tried her best to calm down her mood. Even if it were Ling Che, his reappearance would just be another suicide attempt.
"Help me find a bunch of people and let me know."
"Please give me your orders, mistress!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Hongluan's lips. If it was Ling Che, she immediately took off his mask to take a look.
Who did Ling Che care about most in his previous life?
She Feng Hongluan? Humph.
What auspiciousness?
No, it's Ling's mother.
*
The affairs of people who have been dead for a long time have recently become a hot topic in the capital. Those scandals have become a topic of conversation among people in the streets and after dinner.
It seems that the rumor spread from the market. It is said that there was an old servant who used to work in the Ling Mansion. Because he was short of money, he went to the pawn shop to pawn his things. Among them was an erotic picture album with all the pictures of lewd women.
What comes into view is the red fruit, and the protagonist in the painting is none other than Bai Shi, the deceased Mrs. Ling of the Ling Mansion.
This Bai family can be regarded as a MILF who still retains her charm, and the eye movements in the painting are even more captivating.
Of course, no one has actually seen this painting, they have only heard about it, but because they have only heard about it, they spread rumors and rumors, but the rumors are even more outrageous.
Some people even say that the male protagonist in the painting seems to be the former general Xia Hui.
These rumors are raging throughout the capital today. The Bai family was once appointed by the late emperor as a chaste and martyr woman, and she also sent a plaque and erected an archway. Now the statement has been completely destroyed overnight.
Even the storytellers on the street rushed to compile stories one after another, vividly showing how Bai could not bear the loneliness after the death of General Ling, and had an affair with the general and secretly made friends.
Anyway, everyone is dead, and they are not the most important people, or even the criminals, so there is no harm in arbitrarily arranging it like this.
Feng Hongluan heard the news Xiaofu brought from outside and found out that the entertainment repertoire in teahouses nowadays was all about the rosy news about the Bai family and the general.
The Bai family's reputation was in ruins.
This matter seems to be getting more and more serious because of a pornographic picture, but recently I heard that the power of the rumors has weakened, because many storytellers have been intimidated, and some storytellers even said that they saw white hair.
His soul came to seek revenge.
Feng Hongluan had never believed in ghosts. If there were really fools around, she probably wouldn't be living so peacefully now. Those who were resentful towards her would probably still fight to the death even if they were sent to the eighteenth level of hell.
He struggled up and asked for his life.
As for why the ghost's revenge happened, I think some people couldn't bear to hear others slandering the Bai family, so they couldn't hold back their anger.
Is it really Ling Che?
Is he really still alive?
She was seven points certain of this guess in her heart, and the last three points, brought by Xu Yanyu, gave her the final affirmation.
"Mother, our people dressed up as storytellers and arranged for Mrs. Ling in every teahouse. As the mistress predicted, someone came out to intervene. Although I did not confront that person head-on, I can be sure that he
It's Wuming, because his subordinates sprinkled luminous powder on the soles of Wuming's shoes, but he himself didn't know where he had been. Once the sun shines on the second day, it will show a soft green color at night."
"Oh, Wuming!"
As soon as she touched the orchid porcelain cup beside her, a coldness suddenly flashed in her eyes.
"You can stop now. I will handle everything next. By the way, is there any news about the prince?"
Xu Yanyu shook her head: "No, but I guess that the master will take action soon. Mistress, for the safety of you and the little princess, please see a candle rising to the sky at night, and do it the next morning."
Take the little princess to the other garden."
"I want to go back to Feng Mansion to stay for a while. I don't want it to be my father and my husband who are at war with each other."
Xu Yanyu said, "There is no need to worry, Mistress. There is already someone there to guide you, General."
"Someone, who?"
"The mistress will always know. If someone is approaching, I won't say anything more. I will resign."
"Well, go ahead!"
I have doubts in my heart, who can convince such a loyal man like my father to turn against the emperor?
His father holds military power, and if he can really stand by Hong Yan's side, then Hong Yan's chances of winning this battle will undoubtedly increase.
Since that person can convince his father, he must be an extremely important person to his father.
Hua Sanniang?
But how did Hua Sanniang know that Hong Yan was about to start a rebellion? Hua Sanniang is still hostile to Xu Yanyu in the backyard.