Drunk Bamboo

It turned out that there was a Changfeng Pavilion in the palace, just behind the Changfeng Courtyard.

The attic is not very high, only three stories high, but it is filled with secret compartments. Led by Lao Liu and Chao Yang, they passed through doors one after another and entered rooms one after another.

The layout of each room is similar, with wooden bookshelves arranged in a criss-cross pattern. The shelves are filled with letters or papers, which are marked in order to facilitate searching and reading.

Xie Yuzhu was shocked when he saw it.

"The designer of Changfeng Pavilion is truly amazing!"

When he reached the third room, Lao Liu stopped, raised his hand and pressed the lotus pattern on the bookshelf, then gently pushed it, and the top two layers slowly dropped down, allowing him to easily take out things from the grid.

Lao Liu smiled kindly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes looked like hills and valleys of varying depths.

"There are only three floors on the surface of Changfeng Pavilion, and there are six floors underground. The news of the past one or two years is all on the first floor. The hall on the first floor is filled with ordinary books, and starting from the second room, it is all information. The past will be filed in chronological order and event size on the second and third floors, and then put into the underground year by year."

It was Xie Yuzhu’s first time entering Changfeng Pavilion and she was shocked.

He exclaimed: "Is this what mother thought back then? She is really amazing."

Lao Liu lowered his eyes, smiled, but his tone was sad: "Yes, if Concubine Shu was still here..."

Hua Qinfeng's face darkened slightly.

Xie Yuzhu was afraid of bringing up his sad past, so she immediately changed the subject.

He raised his eyes, smiled, and asked, "Your Highness, you have a mansion that you only have when you are an adult. Where did you store all this information before? It looks like the inventory is not small, so there must be a place to store it. Besides, it is a big project to transport it here."

Even though Hua Qinfeng didn't care much about the affairs of Changfeng Tower and didn't care about small matters, he still knew something about big things.

And the most important information preservation and transfer is naturally clear.

Hua Qinfeng looked calmly at the papers all over the room. Perhaps there was information worth a fortune in them, perhaps there was fatal evidence about someone, or perhaps it was written about the private matters of a noble.

But to him, it seemed like just a quick glance, a passing cloud.

He said: "When I was in the west and had no mansion, Nanny and Baiguo lived in the palace. These were kept by Chang'an. The spice shop at the back door was originally a library, and all the things were stored there."

Hua Qinfeng doesn't know how to win people's hearts, nor does he put on a show to sell favors. There are not many people around him, and they can be counted on one's fingers.

But it’s not the number of people that matters, but their loyalty and their excellence.

Although Concubine Shu passed away early, she left behind the Changfeng Tower, the people who were loyal to her, and the people who protected her.

As parents, we always think long-term and carefully about our children.

The love of parents for their children must be profound.

Xie Yuzhu felt warm in her heart: "The people around the prince are very reliable. Mother left the prince the most precious thing in the world."

Hua Qinfeng nodded slightly: "Changfeng Tower is the hard work of my mother."

Xie Yuzhu shook her head and said with a smile: "What is more precious than Changfeng Tower is the people who love and protect the prince wholeheartedly."

Chaoyang and Lao Liu, who were standing by, were shocked after hearing this.

A smile appeared in the depths of Lao Liu's weathered eyes.

He glanced at Xie Yuzhu, then raised his eyes and pointed at a row of shelves in front of him: "Prince and Princess, this is the news from the palace three months before the prince entered Zhongdu."

After saying that, Lao Liu and Chaoyang retreated.

Only Hua Qinfeng and Xie Yuzhu were left.

Xie Yuzhu pulled out a booklet from the wooden shelf and began to flip through it.

Hua Qinfeng looked up and down at the marks on the nearest rows of bookshelves and memorized them silently in his mind.

When Xie Yuzhu needs some information or news later, he can help her get it.

"Your Majesty had a dispute with the court officials over King Wen's marriage..."

Xie Yuzhu read out the facts recorded in the book and was very surprised: "Changfeng Tower even knows about what happens in the court? There are people from Changfeng Tower in Jinjie Palace? Are they officials or palace servants?"

Hua Qinfeng was not bragging, he said casually: "All of them."

Xie Yuzhu's eyes moved to him. He seemed very casual. It seemed that he didn't know how complicated these two simple words were.

He lowered his head and continued to read, then said with understanding, "That's right. If there was no insider, Chaoyang wouldn't have gotten the news so quickly, and I wouldn't have had time to beat the drum to report it."

When Hua Qinfeng heard the drum sound, he remembered the flogging she had suffered for him. His heart ached whenever he thought about it now.

Xie Yuzhu's eyes flickered, as if she had discovered something, and suddenly asked, "Why hasn't my father attended court these past two days?"

Hua Qinfeng came forward to take a look, but he didn't really understand what was recorded in the archive book, so he could only suggest, "Look at the back."

Turning the page, Xie Yuzhu indeed saw the reason.

"The ministers were against the marriage between King Wen and the Xie family. The Prime Minister used the reason that King Feng had not married in three years of adulthood. Your Majesty was so angry that his face became stiff and pale."

Hua Qinfeng suddenly realized, "My father must have been sick from being angry, so he hasn't been to court for two days."

Xie Yuzhu thought for a moment with his eyebrows lowered. He did not jump to conclusions, but guessed: "The face of an angry person should turn red, but it is described as stiff and pale. When people are overly excited and angry, they will have headaches, and the symptoms are stiff and pale faces. In addition, my father has had headaches for many years, which makes the situation worse."

Then I flipped through a few more pages, looking for anything that connected things.

Read ten lines at a glance and search for key words quickly.

Stop under a piece of densely packed text and read it carefully.

"Your Highness, look, in the afternoon, the palace sent fast horses to the direction of the Yangtze River. This is to invite the Crown Prince to return to Zhongdu to visit his father. His father is seriously ill, but the Crown Prince did not return to Zhongdu. His father must be unhappy. This is what we saw outside Baoping Palace today."

Hua Qinfeng was puzzled after hearing this and said, "But I have never heard anyone mention that my father is seriously ill. It shouldn't be that serious."

Xie Yuzhu remembered something and asked Hua Qinfeng: "Your Majesty, do you remember the question I asked you when I first entered Zhongdu?"

"what is the problem?"

"I asked the prince if my father was ill, and the prince answered me the same way. I have never heard of it before."

Hua Qinfeng remembered that Xie Yuzhu had indeed asked him this question. At that time, he was just curious and didn't take it to heart.

He was surprised and asked, "You are far away in Nanmi, where did you get the news?"

Xie Yuzhu stared at the words in the booklet intently, his thoughts spinning rapidly.

"Although the Xie family did not enter the government, they have many connections in the court. The Xie family's marriage has been debated for a long time in the court. My father probably got the news from a good friend or student. Before I got married, my father told me a lot, asking me to avoid some sensitive matters in the court and protect myself."

Hua Qinfeng asked, "Since you entered the palace, I have not seen anyone approach you in private, nor has anyone visited you at your door."