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Xie Anlan walked out of the palace gate, paused her footsteps, glanced back indistinctly, and then disappeared after a few flashes.

"Where's the young master?"

"..."

"Your Majesty ordered us to protect the young master! Where are you?"

"..."

The two shadow guards hiding in the tree stared wide-eyed, silently one kicked the other down, and said solemnly: "I'll go find the young master, and you go report to His Majesty."

"Go away! You go back to His Majesty!"

Taking advantage of the internal strife between the two, Xie Anlan had already quietly returned to the Hou's mansion, but he did not enter through the main entrance, but instead entered his father's yard hiding from people all the way.

Only his father's residence, no one dared to trespass without authorization, even if a stranger was hidden, he would not be discovered.

When he was in Ning Xin Dian, he seemed to be recuperating without caring about worldly affairs, but there were many things, as long as he wanted to know, he couldn't hide them from him at all—such as the letter from Meng Ting.

Xie Anlan searched around the yard, but found no suspicious person. After thinking for a moment, he opened the window and jumped into Xie Ruyuan's room.

There were a lot of things on the desk, Xie Anlan searched them briefly, and they were all very ordinary memorials and letters.

Glancing at the bookshelf next to him from the corner of his eye, he walked over, took away the vase above, and saw a few special letters pressed underneath, the first line of words caught Xie Anlan's eyes made Xie Anlan's eyebrows twitch - from the virtuous king.

The virtuous king Qi Yao is the younger brother of the late emperor, and the current uncle of the emperor. He is gentle, likes elegance and dislikes fighting for fame and fortune, and has an excellent reputation.

Back then, it was he who pleaded for mercy and let the late emperor release the imprisoned Xie Ruyuan.

Xie Anlan was thinking about it when she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Before he could open the letter, he immediately put it back in its place.

"Get your things ready, I'll personally..." Xie Ruyuan was giving instructions to the butler at the side, when he opened the door, his voice stopped abruptly.

Xie Anlan was sitting in the room, holding a miscellaneous notebook in his hand and reading it intently.

Xie Ruyuan's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

"Where does Dad think I should be?" Xie Anlan closed the book calmly, and said calmly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Xie Ruyuan raised his hand to let the butler back down, entered the room, and said with a sneer, "I see that you are happy to live in the palace, so you still remember that I am your father!"

"You beat me with thirteen lashes without mercy. If it weren't for the high skill of the imperial physician in the palace, you might have lost your son now."

Hearing this, Xie Ruyuan's breath became stagnant. He was actually measured when he struck. After all, it was his own son, and he felt distressed even if he should be distressed.

But he was really angry that Xie Anlan was hanging out with Qi Zhaogui.

Originally, he sent someone to inquire about Xie Anlan's news, but when he heard that Xie Anlan lived in Ningxin Hall day and night, he was so angry that he smashed things all over the floor.

Now when he saw Xie Anlan, he became angry: "I don't need a shameless son!"

"You can save this to my dead mother." Xie Anlan replied blankly without being annoyed.

"You! You scoundrel!" Xie Ruyuan almost didn't come up in one breath, looking for whips everywhere in frustration, but forgot to ask him why he appeared here.

Xie Anlan took the opportunity to escape, ran out the door, and left the yard without looking back.

He pulled out the white horse from the stable, jumped on the horse's back, and quickly left the Hou's mansion, went directly out of the city, and headed towards the imperial mausoleum.

Xie Ruyuan sat in the room in a daze after listening to the report from the hidden guard, without moving for a long time.

The sun was setting, and it was getting late.

The door of the imperial study room opened, and Prime Minister Du Bocheng came out slowly, although his face looked tired, but he was somewhat relieved.

Ji An led the way ahead, bent over, and made a "please" gesture respectfully, "Master Prime Minister, please come with your servant."

"Eunuch Ji doesn't need to send it off," Du Bocheng stroked his beard and smiled, "I am very familiar with this way out of the palace."

Looking at the Biwa palace wall that has been standing for ten years, Du Bocheng sighed in his heart.

The late emperor took care of his son, but he couldn't sleep or eat.

Fortunately, the new emperor can take on a great responsibility. If he can support the new emperor to achieve great things in his lifetime, he will also live up to the friendship between the two generations of monarchs and ministers.

Du Bocheng's eyes gradually became firm and sharp, and he walked the familiar path step by step, becoming more and more stable.

"Your Majesty, the prime minister has left." Ji An replied.

Gu Mingzheng flipped through the memorial and asked, "Is An Lan back?"

"Young master never came back."

Gu Mingzheng paused, put down the memorial, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and tapped lightly on the table.

Ji An shuddered and fell to his knees.

On the second day, Gu Mingzheng's expression was calm, and there was no sign of anger.

Until the afternoon of the third day, Xie Anlan still did not come back.

And tomorrow is Prayer Day.

"One hundred and three." Gu Mingzheng called out.

Little Wing ran out, and a big "question mark" emoji appeared.

"Locate Xie Anlan." Gu Mingzheng said concisely.

"..." Little Wing said seriously: "Your Majesty, he is not the target of your mission, this kind of behavior is wrong!"

Gu Mingzheng said: "Remove 'no' and 'task'."

Little Wing got stuck for a moment, and threw a "The system you called is not in the service area" emoticon pack, pretending to be dead.

"If something happens to him, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Little Wing cheated, "He's gone to the Imperial Tomb!"

"Imperial Mausoleum?"

Xie Anlan mentioned before that he was going to the imperial mausoleum, but Gu Mingzheng also said that he would go with him, why was he in such a hurry?

Gu Mingzheng sorted out his thoughts, from the beginning when the queen mother mentioned Mrs. Xie Hou's matter, to Xie Anlan's inquiry, then Xie Anlan returned to the Hou's mansion and was whipped by Xie Hou, and then went to the imperial mausoleum after Xie Anlan recovered from her injury...

Gu Mingzheng got up suddenly and went straight to Renshou Palace.

The Empress Dowager had just finished her afternoon nap, and her face was still full of tiredness. With the help of the maid, she came out, drank a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Zhaoer, tomorrow is the Prayer Day, why don't you discuss it with Lingqiu?" , why did you come to Ai's house?"

Gu Mingzheng raised his hand, signaling the maids and eunuchs who were waiting on the side to retreat.

Then, he looked at the Queen Mother and asked, "Queen Mother, is Madam Xie Hou's death related to Father Emperor?"

The Empress Dowager paused her hands in mid-air, and after a while, she put down her teacup, her smile slowly faded, "I don't know where you heard the rumor from Aijia, but the late Emperor can't be blamed for this matter."

Gu Mingzheng didn't ask any further questions, he just said: "I am willing to listen with all my ears."

The queen mother sighed, thinking that this child has become more and more powerful since he ascended the throne.

After a long silence, the Empress Dowager stepped back under his gaze, and slowly told what happened back then.

"When the barbarians were in rebellion, Da Viet had experienced wars, and it was more than enough to deal with the barbarians in the war zone. But every time the strategic deployment would be seen by the enemy, it fell into a bitter battle, and even lost one after another. At that time, the late emperor received a secret report , learned that Mrs. Xiehou’s true identity was originally a saint who fled from the barbarians, and at that time, apart from the late emperor, only General Meng and Xiehou could know the strategic deployment in advance, what would you think if it were you?”

Gu Mingzheng said truthfully: "I doubt Xie Hou."

The queen mother asked again: "What if Xie Hou is replaced by An Lan?"

Gu Mingzheng's expression didn't change, and he said calmly, "I believe in An Lan."

"The first emperor also believed in Xie Hou." The queen mother couldn't help laughing bitterly when she heard the words, "but the first emperor had to give an explanation to the ministers and the innocent soldiers who died in battle, so he thought of a compromise method, let Ai's family pretend to be sick, and thank you." When Mrs. Hou entered the palace, she accompanied Ai's family on the surface, and she never treated her badly. Who would have thought that Xie Hou would riot in the palace later, almost washing the palace with blood, and even pointed his sword at the late emperor... Although he was a hero who founded the country, but at that time He committed a heinous crime. When everyone demanded heavy punishment and death, it was the first emperor who overcame all opinions and sent him and his wife back to the Marquis Mansion. They were not allowed to step out of the mansion. It was called confinement, but it was actually protection. "

"But Mrs. Xie Hou was a staunch person. In order to get rid of the stigma and preserve Xie Hou, she threw herself into a well and died in front of the late Emperor and Xie Hou."

When the queen mother talked about the past, she had a headache and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "The Ai family knows that Xiehou Yuemo has always hated the late emperor, but the late emperor treated him with the utmost benevolence. Otherwise, he really thought that the virtuous king had such a big face, and said a few words of pleading If so, can the late emperor change his mind and let him out?"

Gu Mingzheng frowned. He felt that the emperor was responsible for this, but he did a good enough job in his position. Xie Hou and the late emperor fought together, and they had a deep relationship. The hell is endless".

He always felt that there was a big misunderstanding between the first emperor and Xie Hou on this matter.

But they are all smart people, brothers who live and die together in troubled times, how could they be misunderstood so easily?

From what the Queen Mother said, two people were also involved in this matter——Meng Ting and King Xian.

In Meng Ting's previous letter, he suspected that there was a traitor in the court, and pointed his sword at Xie Hou.

Xie Hou itself is very suspicious.

The most "clean" one seems to be the Xian Wang.

Tomorrow's Prayer Day, Gu Mingzheng originally arranged a play for Xie Hou, but now it seems that this bait can catch more than just a fish.

It's also good that Xie Anlan isn't here.

After a few more pleasantries, Gu Mingzheng left Renshou Palace.

This night is destined to be very long.

Meng Lingqiu looked at the few girls she picked out, either they were not good-looking, or their martial arts were not enough, or their temperament was too bad... She seemed to be dissatisfied.

On such an important day as the Qi'an Festival, the person who can stand beside His Majesty must be the best.

At this time, Meng Lingqiu's ears moved, and she heard a little movement, she waved the girls to back off, and then said with a smile: "An Lan?"

Someone opened the window from the outside, and the night wind blew up the red skirt, "How did Sister Lingqiu know it was me?"

"We grew up together, you didn't hide it deliberately, of course I can hear the footsteps," Meng Lingqiu said strangely: "Why did you come to me at this time?"

"Naturally, I came here to share my worries for Sister Lingqiu. I heard that Sister Lingqiu didn't know who to pretend to be you. What do you think...how about me?"

Xie Anlan bent his lips, his red clothes fluttered lightly, his black hair was like a waterfall, and the bright moonlight flowed down silently, against his snow-white face, his eyebrows were like a painting, and he really couldn't find another one. .

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By the way, I received the editor's notice, and I will enter V tomorrow, and the third update of the day, thank you everyone (づ￣3￣)