[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

In autumn, the important officials of the clan worshiped their ancestors, and according to the Manchurian rules, they should enjoy the sacrificial meat.

Shi Chun put down his son and raised his eyes to look at the person opposite.

"It's the time of suffering once a year again, I don't know if you have any thoughts in your heart?"

Fu Heng showed a wry smile, but the sunspot in his hand landed in a tricky place, breaking the killing chess that Shi Chun had just laid out.

"Of course there is only life and suffering. The emperor values ​​this most. No one dares to tamper with sacrificial meat."

Shichun disagrees.

"That's not necessarily the case. It is said that during the first dynasty, many ministers secretly brought salt packets or salt paper to enhance the flavor, and the late emperor didn't pursue it, and just turned a blind eye and let it go."

Fu Heng said: "The emperor pays more attention to this than the previous emperor. When the guarantee is not complete, he will order a strict investigation. It shows that it is better to be honest. Why bother to worry about your life for a while."

Shi Chun said: "That's right. It's a bit risky to play tricks on this kind of thing, so don't try it lightly. My mother-in-law once persuaded Ama to bring salt paper, but every time Ama They all declined."

The two of them were sitting in the private room playing chess against each other, and the servants and maids behind them had become accustomed to bringing refreshments and tea from time to time.

The two people who come to the teahouse almost on the same day every month, since they talked, they seem to have found a confidant. At the end of each month, they meet each other at the chess club and smile at each other. Then they play chess in the afternoon and return home. Never extra contact, and never extra contact, but in this overlapping afternoon, they are friends who talk about everything.

The next day when Fu Heng entered the palace as an official, he was stopped by Wei Yingluo who was waiting for him after he came out of Changchun Palace.

Although Fu Heng was still a little disappointed by the bad ending of the last conversation, he still stopped and looked at her.

"What's the matter?"

Yingluo showed him a big smile and leaned forward.

"Master? Are you still angry?"

Fu Heng turned his face away and didn't answer her.

"Oh, master, why are you ignoring me?"

Yingluo turned around to chase his face.

Fu Heng lowered his eyes: "What can you do with me?"

Yingluo pouted, stopped playing around, and took out a small package with a smile.

"Young master, I heard that you are going to participate in the autumn festival too? I heard that the sacrifice meat is bland and tasteless. Look, I prepared this specially for you."

Fu Heng took it, put it in his hand, frowned suddenly, and moved the tip of his nose closer.

"Salt and pepper?" He looked up and looked at her in surprise.

Yingluo nodded: "I heard that the sacrificial meat is very unpalatable. The young master secretly put some pepper and salt, it will definitely be better."

After all, Fu Heng didn't say anything, and put away the salt bag.

He looked at Yingluo who was thinking about him, and his heart softened.

"Thank you." He said seriously, "I was wrong last time."

Yingluo burst into a bright smile: "Actually, Yingluo was wrong last time. The young master worried about me, but I ignored the young master's feelings. It will never happen again."

The corner of Fu Heng's mouth hooked slightly.

He waved the salt bag in his hand: "Then I'll go first, you remember today's words."

Yingluo nodded quickly.

On the day of the great sacrifice, the ladies of the court offered sacrificed meat one by one.

Wei Yingluo bowed her head, lowered her eyebrows and offered a plate of sacrificial meat to Prince Yi.

Hong Xiao casually glanced at it, and was taken aback unexpectedly.

He glanced at the court lady who had done bad things repeatedly with disgust and disgust, and snatched the sacrificial meat from her hand. When he picked up the knife and dagger, it didn't look like he wanted to cut the meat, but he wanted to stab the chest of the person next to him. .

Wei Yingluo flinched a little on the surface, but looked down at Hong Xiao cutting the saber noodles into the meat, a little coldness appeared in her eyes, then got up and retreated with the crowd.

Passing by the back row, she cast a veiled glance in the direction of Prince Hongzhou.

Hong Xiao sensed something was wrong the moment the sacrificial meat entered the mouth.He grew up in the clan since he was a child, and he has participated in countless sacrifices. He was deeply impressed by the taste of sacrifice meat, and like every Manchu, he hated it.But today's sacrificial meat had salt to enhance its taste, although it was much stronger than the bland and fatty meat before, but it made his hair stand on end for a moment, and he almost threw away the plate in his hand and jumped up.

This is a conspiracy!

However, he only realized it, and before he could make any response, the emperor sitting over there had heard the news that someone had smuggled salt. His face was as cold as ice, and he ordered a search. He looked at everyone in the hall with his dark eyes. The royal family ministers who were overwhelmed by the imperial majesty could not breathe.

Hong Xiao's hand holding the plate was shaking, he tried his best to calm himself down, but his ears caught the sound of the eunuch's approaching footsteps, when the footsteps sounded in his ears and stopped, he looked up and stood Beside him is the emperor's trusted eunuch, Li Yu.

"Prince Yi." Li Yu stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

As expected of the great eunuch next to the emperor, he always looks like this spring breeze that makes people unable to get angry.

Hong Xiao was surprised that he still had the time to joke around.

When the plate in his hand was taken away, Hong Xiao withdrew his gaze, and under Hua Ling, he closed his eyes tightly, already desperate.

It’s over.

The tide is gone.

A search in the palace found that Prince Yi's sacrificial meat contained salt, and the clan prince took the lead in breaking the rules of the great sacrifice. The emperor was furious and ordered everyone today to be inspected, and he would never tolerate anyone who dared to challenge the rules of the ancestors.

The imperial guards outside the hall were also inspected by the eunuchs.

Hai Lancha was quite uncomfortable. The eunuchs' office and the guards' office in the palace had clear responsibilities, and they did not interfere with each other on weekdays, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.However, in fact, although the guards are not as close as the eunuchs and the emperor's concubines, the difference between the two is like clouds and mud. Most of the guards in the guards are from the Manchurian Eight Banners. It makes sense to look down on the eunuchs.

Now they are going to be seized by these little eunuchs to inspect the sacrificial meat, which is nothing but shame and humiliation.

"What's the matter, this is the sacrificial meat for the ancestors, and the eunuch can inspect it?"

Eunuchs have no roots, let alone clan sacrifices. Although everyone thinks this in their hearts, saying it is enough hatred.

"Hailancha." Fu Heng reached out and pressed Hailancha's shoulder. Hailancha turned to look at him and let go of the plate in his hand.

Fu Heng also accepted the request with a frank face and offered the sacrificial meat in his hands.

There is no harvest outside the hall, Hong Xiao is the only one who dares to tamper with the sacrificial meat in today's autumn festival.

Wei Yingluo was startled when she heard the news, her pupils dilated for a moment, she bit her lip and thought for a moment, before she had to come to a conclusion.

Fucha Fu Heng didn't trust her as much as she thought.

After the autumn festival was over, the guards outside the hall left in a team. Fu Heng counted the number of guards at the Qianqing Gate. When he led the team away, he looked back in the direction of the hall, and there were emotions in his eyes that no one could understand.

"And the prince."

Hong Zhou stopped and turned around.

A court lady in a court lady's attire trotted over, Hongzhou raised her eyebrows and sized her up, and when she got closer, she saw her face clearly.

Thin, with clean lines, not a bright beauty, but fresh and chic enough.

So Hong Zhou smiled kindly.

"You have something to do with me? Which palace?"

"The servant is from Changchun Palace, serving the empress."

Hong Zhou raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the lady in front of him was actually from Changchun Palace, it was a pity, naturally he couldn't treat the palace maids of Changchun Palace casually, after all Empress Fucha was respected.

He showed a warm and kind smile: "Is the empress empress some orders?"

Wei Yingluo bowed her head: "The emperor sent a servant to tell the prince, I hope you will not be late for the next big ceremony."

Hong Zhou whispered, "Brother Huang, have you noticed?"

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there are so many people today, such a grand autumn festival, the emperor would notice that he was late?

Wei Yingluo took a sneaky look at him.

Hong Zhou came back to his senses and said: "I know, I will definitely not do it next time, thank you, uh..."

Wei Yingluo: "The little girl's name is Yingluo."

"Good name," Hong Zhou praised, "Miss Yingluo, please explain to Brother Huang for me, thank you very much."

"I don't dare." Wei Yingluo hurriedly said, "I have only been in the palace for half a year, and it is my honor for the prince to order the slave to do things. I have always heard that the prince and the prince are funny and courteous to the maids. When I saw you today, the prince is really handsome. The instrumentation is outstanding."

Attracted by her words, Hong Zhou turned his head and looked at her. Seeing the maid's admiration and compliments were very good, he also became interested, took two steps closer, lowered his head and asked, "Oh? Who did you listen to? "

Wei Yingluo raised her eyes, stared at Hongzhou's expression carefully, and said clearly, "Aman."

As soon as these two words came out, Hong Zhou's expression changed immediately. Although he quickly recovered his smile, it was enough for Yingluo.

She understood everything.

Hong Zhou took a step back, as if he knew her again, and looked at her with a smile on his lips, but the smile was no longer in his eyes.

"Aman," he murmured, looking down at Yingluo: "Who is she to you? If there is a chance, I really want to get to know this Aman girl. She must be like you, a charming girl. beauty."

Listening to his strange voice, Yingluo closed her eyes, clenched her fingers, and said courageously, "Unfortunately, Aman is indeed a beauty, but she was killed by a traitor and died."

For a long time, there was only silence in the air.

Hong Zhou suddenly let out a chuckle.

Wei Yingluo's heartstrings were tense, her heart was beating fast, fear and anger intertwined, making her whole body fall into an unconscious trembling.

"Wreaths."

The clear voice sounded like an ice cube being thrown into a furnace, Wei Yingluo raised her eyes suddenly, she didn't know whether she was relieved or disappointed, and looked at the person who came.

"Fu Heng," Hong Zhou sneered, "Why are you the one who saves the beauty every time?"

"My lord was joking." Fu Heng walked over slowly, stroking the saber on his waist. I don't know if it was Yingluo's illusion, but he was in a completely different state from usual.When he came out of the shadow under the sun at the palace gate just now, the sunlight split his face into two halves, the eyes reflected in the light were calm, so calm, like a piece of newly condensed amber, extremely elegant, But it also showed a shocking indifference.

"Isn't this the scope of the slave's duties?" Fu Heng said lightly, glancing at Hong Zhou and then at Ying Luo.

"What are you doing here?" He looked at Wei Yingluo and said flatly, "The empress is looking for you."

Hong Zhou just watched with interest, until Wei Yingluo hurriedly turned and left as if relieved of a heavy burden, he said, "Huh? Miss Yingluo."

Wei Yingluo paused and looked back.

Hong Zhou's eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the city wall.

"The next time we meet, I am very interested in discussing the matter of 'Aman' with you. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Fu Heng stood in front of Hong Zhou calmly.

"Prince and Prince," he said, "you should go back home. It is against the rules to stay in the palace for too long."

Hong Zhou patted Fu Heng's shoulder meaningfully.

"Rules, yes, rules." He said, "Fucha's bodyguard, you have to follow these rules."

He bit down the word "guard" and looked at Fu Heng with provocation and scrutiny.

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The author has something to say:

In this article, there will only be plot interspersed in the play, but the specific lines of specific characters will not be directly quoted (the key is not to watch it again), basically all the dialogues are written by the author, so don’t say that I am writing the plot of the play.

The meat sacrifice incident will be the last straw that overwhelms Maya Fu's favor

The truth of Aman will appear faster than the original book, and the overall process will speed up

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