Southerners

Song Zhidao: "I heard some rumors this morning... I was worried about the teacher, so I came to take a look."

Now it seems that the life and death of the prisoners are all rumors.But judging by Zhang Hui's complexion, it really doesn't look like he's okay.

"How is the teacher, but is he sick?"

Zhang Chengyi was straight-tempered and anxious, and stared at Song Zhi: "Are you worried? What are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will be happy if something happens to your grandfather? What are you doing here so hypocritically? Watching jokes or spying on information?"

"Chengyi," Zhang Hui called out, "Don't be rude."

"Grandfather!" Zhang Chengyi shouted, "You can't protect him like this anymore!"

"Shut up!" Zhang Hui said with a sullen face, "If you can't shut up that mouth, get out!"

"Grandfather!" Zhang Chengyi was still about to speak, but seeing Zhang Hui's uneasy expression, he did not dare to disobey him, so he gave Song Zhi a cold look, gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.

"Chengyi's temperament is like this, don't take offense."

"Song Zhi dare not." Song Zhi said.

Zhang Hui looked at Song Zhi with deep meaning in his eyes, as if probing. After a long time, he asked, "I heard you've been staying at that kid's house in Hudu Hu's these days?"

Hu Du Hu was the father of Meng Huan.

"Yes, the young master asked me to teach him calligraphy and painting." Song Zhi said truthfully.

"You teach?" Zhang Hui smiled inconspicuously, "With his status and status, what kind of famous teacher can't be recruited?"

Why do you want an unknown boy like you to be a teacher?

Regarding this issue, Song Zhi was not too clear about it. If Meng Huan asked him to go back this year, it could be said that he had selfish intentions, but when they first met last year, Meng Huan probably didn't mean that.

But why did Zhang Hui ask Meng Huan for no reason?What does this have to do with Meng Huan?

"I don't know." Song Zhi said.

Song Zhi thought for a while, but she was uneasy after all, so she asked carefully: "Teacher, does this matter... have anything to do with the young master?"

Zhang Hui glanced at him, feeling a little doubtful in his heart. He had always trusted Song Zhi, because with Song Zhi's personality, it was absolutely impossible for her to participate in the Yuan court's political affairs.And at the moment it seems that he really doesn't know anything, Zhang Hui feels a little relieved in his heart, after all, he has not misjudged the person.

So he clicked a few sentences: "Bo Yan is the prince｜Dang, His Royal Highness has always hated Ahema."

Song Zhi was shocked when he heard the words, he didn't know much about the affairs in the court, and he didn't know anything about the affairs between the court officials and the princes and grandchildren.

With Zhang Hui's advice, Song Zhicai remembered that in the past, the current crown prince was registered as crown prince from King Yan, and it was General Boyan who facilitated it.This is the crown prince|party on the bright side.

After all, the current crown prince is benevolent, filial, generous, won the hearts of the people, and is favored by His Majesty. Not surprisingly, he will be the new king in the future, the one who will inherit the great line.

Meng Huan is a popular person in front of Boyan, which is equivalent to the prince|party.

Ahema is a well-known treacherous minister, but he has won the trust of His Majesty. There are even rumors that it was Ahema who used witchcraft to control Jinshang, so that he was able to run amok for 20 years without being severely punished.It has not been a day or two since His Royal Highness the Prince hated him.

Geng Ren, the political adviser, and Hao Zhen, Zuo Cheng of Zhongshu, were all single-handedly promoted by Ahema, and Zhang Hui, Youcheng of Zhongshu, also has a close relationship with Ahema. From the point of view, all three of them are Ahema The partisans, of course, must be wiped out.It's just that Geng Ren is not in Dadu now, so he escaped unharmed.

But the crown prince is not in the capital now, and he went on a tour with Shizu. If he is the mastermind behind all this, how can he ensure that all the plans go smoothly?

After all, Ahema is a first-rank official, if the crown prince killed him rashly, wouldn't he be afraid of being punished by Shizu?

"I was just shocked. I fell down last night, but I didn't suffer any injuries. If you came here for this, you can go back with peace of mind." Seeing Song Zhi contemplating, Zhang Hui didn't interrupt him, but only told Song Zhi Zhi Anxin.

Song Zhi was full of doubts that could not be answered. She was worried and anxious. Where would she go? She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Hui: "Teacher, the students have many doubts in their hearts. I wonder if the teacher can answer one or two?"

Zhang Hui: "I know what you want to ask, but these are confidential and should not be disclosed at will. Since you are an outsider, it's better if you don't know well. If you know more, you will bring disaster."

After Zhang Hui finished speaking, he waved to him: "I'm tired, you go back." He closed his eyes, and his expression was deeply tired.

Zhang Chengyi stared at him intently and told him to shut up. In this situation, Song Zhi couldn't say anything, so she had to say goodbye softly, and left the room.

Zhang Yi sent him out, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with this kid who disturbed his master's rest, couldn't bear his master's trust in him, so he snorted:

"Let me ask you, Song Zilan, are you from Meng Zhengnan, or in other words, are you from the crown prince?"

"Answer me truthfully." Zhang Yi added.

Zhang Yi had followed Zhang Hui for decades, and no one in the mansion dared to ignore his words except Zhang Hui himself.

When Song Zhi heard this, she was so surprised that she didn't know where to refute.

"Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about! His Royal Highness once sent someone to arrest me, how could I belong to him?"

Now Zhang Yi was also stunned.

"What did the prince arrest you for?"

Song Zhi: "How would I know?"

Zhang Yi: "..."

"...Who said the crown prince wants to arrest you?"

Song Zhi paused, and said with some hesitation, "It's Mr. Meng."

Zhang Yi: "..."

Zhang Yi waved his hand weakly: "You go, I believe you."

Zhang Yi was completely confused by Song Zhi.

"Don't come to Zhang's mansion easily in the future, it's not safe."

Before leaving, Zhang Yi gave Song Zhi some advice.

After Song Zhi left Zhang's mansion, she planned to get up and go back to Xingshun Hutong, but before she reached the first street corner, she heard someone calling him loudly from behind.

"Mr. Song!"

"Mr. Song, please stay!"

Song Zhi turned around in surprise when she heard the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in a short shirt waving at him.

The man looked familiar, Song Zhi couldn't help but stop, and turned to ask him, "Dare you call me?"

The middle-aged man caught up with him in a few steps, stopped in front of Song Zhi, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a few breaths.

"Mr. Song, don't you remember the villain? The villain is Wei Shiba who is next to Mr. Zhang Langzhong."

Zhang Langzhong is Zhang Zunhui, the son of Zhang Hui, and the father of Zhang Chengyi, who is currently Zuo Si Langzhong.

As soon as he said it, Song Zhi remembered, and hurriedly cupped her hands and said, "Wei Bo, is it okay to find Zi Lan?"

Wei Bo smiled slightly: "Mr. Song, you don't have to be so polite. It's mainly my master who wants to meet you. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

Song Zhi couldn't be inconvenient, she kept saying, "It's convenient, it's convenient."

Immediately, he followed Weber to Zhang Zunhui's mansion.

Zhang Zunhui had already married and established a business, and was a member of the imperial court. He had his own house near Zhang Hui's mansion and lived there on weekdays.

Wei Bo came to find Song Zhi following Zhang Zunhui's orders. When Song Zhi arrived, Zhang Zunhui was waiting for him in the study.

Zhang Zunhui waved his hand to let Wei Bo go out, looked Song Zhi up and down, and said after a long while, "I won't go out of my way, I came to you today because of what happened last night."

Song Zhixin felt anxious, he had always been in awe of Zhang Lang, who was honest and eloquent, and immediately agreed, saying: "Master Lang Zhong, if you have something to say, just say it, Zi Lan knows everything."

Zhang Zunhui smiled slightly, as if to say: You are wise.

He held a porcelain cup with blue and white lotus patterns in his hand, and the cup was filled with high-quality Longjing tea. He lowered his head and blew carefully, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then pretended to say:

"You came out of my father's house just now, and you probably heard about what happened last night. My father trusts you. As a son, I naturally can't go against him."

Zhang Zunhui paused at this point, and asked meaningfully and nonchalantly:

"Song Zilan, my Zhang family has treated you well these past few years, right?"

Song Zhidao: "Teacher treats me well, Song Zhi knows all about it."

Zhang Zunhui smiled, and asked again: "Now it's time for you to repay your favor, you won't refuse, will you?"

Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat and she felt uneasy, but she still replied: "If there is anything that can help the teacher and does not violate Song Zhi's original intention, sir, just say it's okay, Song Zhi is absolutely obliged."

Zhang Zunhui looked at him inexplicably, and said softly, "You must want to know what happened these days, right?"

"What do you want to do, don't be in a hurry. Let me tell you clearly about these days."

Song Zhi felt more and more uneasy.

Zhang Zunhui shook his head and said leisurely, "Actually, what happened last night is also related to you."

"Do you remember earlier, Lord Ahma asked you to draw some portraits for him?"

"Remember." Song Zhi said, "Is there something wrong with the painting?"

"That's the problem," Zhang Zunhui said. "The painting has problems, but what's even more problematic is the people."

"Among the group of boys and girls you drew that day, there was a secret work that was placed in Ahema Pingzhang's mansion, and he succeeded."

Song Zhi's heart was shocked when she heard the words, did Xi Tong do it carefully?

"Last night, that Xi Zuo had completed his mission and was killed. It was a boy named Xitong." Zhang Zunhui glanced at Song Zhi when he said this, "Do you know him?"

Song Zhi lowered her head: "I know."

Zhang Zunhui said: "At that time, all the people were presented to Ahema Pingzhang and other adults through your pen. Later, detailed works were produced, and there were problems with the paintings..."

There is no need for Zhang Zunhui to say anything this time, Song Zhi is already in a cold sweat, if so, it is impossible for him to escape the responsibility.

That's why someone came to check him and arrest him?

Looking at Song Zhi's expression, Zhang Zunhui knew that he wanted to understand, squinted his eyes in the hot tea, and said softly: "Earlier we always thought that whether you could stay in Ahema Pingzhang's residence The key point, after all, those people may be sent to other adults' residences. Therefore, this painter must have been arranged long ago..."

"...The public guessed that His Highness the Crown Prince was responsible for all this, but in fact, this is not entirely true."

"His Royal Highness did not handle all of this directly."

"He just guides properly and gives some convenience to those who want to do things. He acquiesces and supports all of this. Originally, I didn't know about this... It wasn't until my father was imprisoned last night and he successfully escaped at dawn that I figured it out."

"Because if it was arranged by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, father would not be able to escape easily, and Geng Shenzhi would not be in Dadu...but should be in Dadu, and be wiped out!"