Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

"Your Highness," Song Cheng didn't understand why Nan Yingzhi asked him about the venue, and he looked puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

"The Seventh Princess has reached the age of marriage, but she is still a free person and has not yet made an engagement with any man."

The martial arts competition to win a bride was something Yun Ting had decided on, so it was no secret. He thought Song Cheng knew something about it. Nan Yingzhi put it simply: "Your Majesty's intention is to set up a competition arena in the capital and hold a martial arts competition in public to win a bride."

"A martial arts competition for a bride in Dali?"

Shan Zhi wanted to compete in a competition, but he didn't know that all the men in Dali could participate. Song Cheng thought that there were many single men in Dali, and the Seventh Princess was famous for her beauty, so he hesitated to speak: "This..."

Finding that Songcheng’s layout was limited to Dali, Nan Yingzhi added in time: “Not only Dali, but also the four regions can send experts here. It is not impossible. Heroes come from all walks of life, and the one with the best martial arts skills will get the princess.”

"So you asked about the venue because you are preparing for the princess's marriage," Song Cheng muttered to himself, then moved his gaze to her collar, "However, I have one more thing I want to ask you."

Nan Yingzhi nodded: "You go ahead."

"I don't quite understand." Feeling that Nan Yingzhi was too concerned about Yun Yan's marriage, Song Cheng humbly asked, "The Ministry of Rites will make proper arrangements for the princess's marriage. Are you asking so carefully because there is a mystery behind this matter?"

"It is always difficult for a princess to get married," Nan Yingzhi rubbed her brows, feeling a little sleepy. "The selection of a consort is extremely important. If he is too young, he will not be worthy of the princess. If he is too young, he will easily seize power. It is better to follow the princess's wishes and find her a man with strong martial arts skills. It is best if this man has no connection with the officialdom."

Song Cheng nodded: "I see. I will learn from you."

Not wanting to reveal Yun Yan's tragic ending to Song Cheng, Nan Yingzhi simply said "Why did I intervene? Just think of me as a brother who cares about the princess and wants her to marry in style."

"Your Majesty, I heard that the words "highly skilled in martial arts" reminded Song Cheng of something. He recalled the message from the city gate last night, "The princess was kidnapped by criminals and no trace of her was found after a long search. Fortunately, she was rescued by a man and returned to the city safely. I think that man is very skilled in martial arts."

Nan Yingzhi always felt that Lou Yi was hiding many secrets. She didn't want Yun Yan to marry him from the bottom of her heart, but feelings were something that outsiders could hardly interfere with.

She lowered her eyes and did not make a final conclusion: "Maybe, who will win in the end will have to wait and see on the ring."

After roughly understanding the situation, Song Cheng bowed his head and asked Nan Yingzhi to assign him a task: "My Lord, apart from this matter, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Unexpectedly, Song Cheng was so enthusiastic about work that Nan Yingzhi simply handed over the work that was supposed to be done by Lin Chi to him: "There is really something I want you to do."

Song Cheng patted his chest and said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

Considering that there are few civil officials in his party and they are all big and strong men, although Song Cheng has a slightly bookish air, he is too young for literary talent and his articles cannot hit the pain points directly.

Nan Yingzhi instructed: “Help me find someone who is good at writing articles. The words don’t have to be fancy, the key is to be able to stir up the readers’ emotions.”

Seeing that Song Cheng was about to ask again, she explained first: "It is natural for the emperor to sit on the dragon throne. Although I am alone... it is also reasonable, but the key point is to convince the people."

Frightened by Nan Yingzhi's remarks that "water can carry a boat, but can also capsize it" and "the people are very important", Song Cheng was a little stunned and thoughtful.

Thinking about the procedures for rebellion in ancient times, such as hiding a note in a fish's belly or a fox barking in the middle of the night, she continued, "If I want to win the hearts of the people, I need a pen to pass on articles to the people and build momentum for me."

"Ah," the words "hooking people's emotions" reminded Song Cheng of someone, "If we talk about capturing the hearts of the people, I think the famous writer from Ruyifang, Lan Hongdou, is very suitable!"

Feeling that the name seemed familiar, Nan Yingzhi thought about it for a moment and quickly dug out this person from her memory.

Isn’t the author’s pen name on the cover of Yun Ting’s storybook “Lan Hongdou”!

While Nan Yingzhi was still immersed in the embarrassment of "how could she not know that she had a beautiful concubine", Song Cheng was completely unaware and was wholeheartedly advertising for Lan Hongdou.

"His books cover a wide range of topics. Although the plots are sometimes cliché, they are well-written and very intriguing, making them very popular!"

Thinking that Yun Ting was willing to take the risk of being discovered by Shen Xi and secretly hide the book in his sleeve so that he could read it at any time, Nan Yingzhi felt that Lan Hongdou must be an excellent writer.

"It's a pity that he only writes books and never shows up in public, so we don't know whether he is tall or short, fat or thin, handsome or ugly. His representative work is..."

Song Cheng's mouth shape seemed to be saying "photo", and Nan Yingzhi interrupted him by coughing lightly at the right time.

After all, she didn't want to hear Song Cheng talking about "Two or Three Things That Must Be Said About the Regent and His Concubine".

Later he realized that the title of the book was related to the King Regent, and it would be offensive to mention it in front of him, so Song Cheng quickly stopped talking and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Lan Hongdou? He's a good candidate." Thinking of the exciting scenes in the storybook, Nan Yingzhi's throat was inexplicably dry. She swallowed her saliva and continued, "Try to contact him and ask him to write some stories related to what we are planning. Remember, you must emphasize the rationality of this matter."

After nodding vigorously, Song Cheng hesitated and said, "But Lan Hongdou..."

Thinking that Song Cheng was hesitating because he was worried about not having enough money to pay Lan Hongdou, Nan Yingzhi waved her hand and said, "Funds are not a problem."

The salary of a prince was generous, and Yun Ji loved to work and had no intention of spending money, so he saved up quite a bit of wealth, and the Prince Regent's Palace was extremely wealthy.

"It's not that there is a problem with the payment. I am worried that he may not write this because he always writes books casually." Not wanting Nan Yingzhi to think that he was shirking his responsibility, Song Cheng hurriedly expressed his opinion, "But I will do my best to persuade him."

“I don’t think I can write it”? That’s probably just because the price is not high enough.

If a word is worth a thousand gold, Nan Yingzhi doesn't believe that Lan Hongdou will not be tempted.

"Well, go ask first," she thought that money talks, and if this person doesn't want to do it, there are thousands of other capable people who can take his place. She relaxed and leaned back on the soft pillow, "If it doesn't work, just raise the price."

Knowing that Lan Hongdou only wrote one book at a time, and he had just finished one and had not started a new one, Song Cheng asked Nan Yingzhi for instructions.

"Your Majesty, this matter should be dealt with as soon as possible. Why don't you take me to Ruyi Pavilion immediately so that I can talk to the people in the market as soon as possible?"

"Now?" Nan Yingzhi shook her head slightly and explained the reason, "There's no need to be so anxious. You're wearing your official uniform now. If you go over there rashly, wouldn't that alert the enemy? Why don't you go back home and change into some casual clothes before going to look for him?"

"Oh, your Highness is right," Song Cheng realized the problem and slapped his head, saying with regret, "I was confused."

Having barely slept last night and chatting with Song Cheng for a long time, Nan Yingzhi was extremely sleepy at the moment. She closed her eyes to rest and lamented that Song Cheng never thought before speaking: "Be more careful and think twice before you speak."

Song Cheng felt a little embarrassed when Nan Yingzhi pointed out his speech problem again: "Okay, I will pay more attention to it in the future."

In order to keep it secret, Nan Yingzhi was not able to send Song Cheng back to the Shangshu Mansion. She closed her eyes and said, "Just find a small alley. Don't let anyone see us."

After agreeing, Song Cheng opened the curtain and observed the surrounding environment.

Seeing that this place was close to the outskirts of Beijing and sparsely populated, he asked the coachman to stop here and let him down.

Logically speaking, the coachman had served in the palace for many years and his driving skills were already proficient enough that he could stop and go at will, so it should be no problem for him. They had also been relatively stable along the way.

But the situation was different now, and he had to shout loudly to stop.

Outside, horses were neighing and inside, the carriage was shaking. Nan Yingzhi, who was resting with her eyes closed, was shaken without any warning.

She was already feeling a little dizzy, and it became even more dizzy. She held onto the handrails and managed to steady herself. Nan Yingzhi asked the coachman what was going on: "Uncle Wang, why is the carriage shaking so much today?"

"Your Highness," Wang Bo said in a hurried voice, as if there was an emergency and he had to be brief, "Something is wrong here. Abandon the carriage and leave!"