After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Nanyang Hou's Mansion is located on Feiyan Street in the west of the city. There are high-ranking officials and dignitaries living in Feiyan Street, and even the night market is not allowed to open around.

Therefore, no matter how lively other parts of Chaohua City are during the day, Feiyan Avenue is still a piece of tranquility with the unfinished frost reflected by the rising sun.

After Yan Huaiyin returned to the post station, she tidied herself roughly, leaned against the bedpost and squinted for a while, and opened her eyes on time at Maoshi.

The post station is one east and one west from Feiyan Street, when Yan Huaiyin dragged the body to Nanyang Hou Mansion on Feiyan Street, it was just when the sun was about to rise and the sky was completely white.

It was also the time when the gates of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion opened and the people in the mansion went out to start their day.

The day's plan is in the morning, so when the boy who went out first saw the corpse lying in front of the mansion, he let out the most angry howl of the day.

With a majestic sound, it successfully woke up most of the people in the Nanyang Hou Mansion.

After the boy shouted, he raised his thin neck tremblingly, and saw the person standing behind the corpse.

The young man with a plain face stood opposite and nodded politely towards him.

If it wasn't for his pale face, a corpse with a dagger through its neck lying beside his feet, and a few rough red fingerprints on his own throat, he must have been amiable.

Yan Huaiyin raised his eyelids to look at the poor servant standing alone in front of the mansion, trembling.

Seeing the boy staring at his neck without blinking, he kindly pointed to the corpse on the ground, and explained in a warm voice: "He strangled it."

The boy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to answer something, but in the end he only let out an incoherent grunt.

Yan Huaiyin didn't want to make things difficult for a boy, so he said politely: "Master Hou, please go in and let me know that Yan Huaiyin is here to return his things."

The young servant seemed to be frightened back to his senses by his words, he trembled for a while, turned his head and raised his legs, and plunged into the mansion.

Yan Huaiyin saw that someone had gone, so she quietly stayed beside the corpse, waiting for someone to come out very politely.

He didn't wait for anyone, but he waited until the closed gate of Nanyang Marquis Mansion.

Yan Huaiyin watched with his own eyes the servants in the mansion hastily shut the gate of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, but did not move.

He only thoughtfully helped put the corpse on the steps in front of the Hou Mansion, and then turned and left Feiyan Street.

But within an hour, everyone in Chaohua City knew about Mr. Yan who came from the northwest, and he carried a dead body and threw it in front of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.

Along with the swirling rumors, it was a memorial sent by Yan Huaiyin to the cabinet.

The memorials must be reviewed by the cabinet ministers first, and those that cannot be handled will be submitted to the emperor.

Yan Huaiyin's memorial is obviously not qualified for them to deal with.

However, there were still a few gray-haired heads crowded together in the cabinet office of the imperial palace, to see the exceptionally smooth and sharp calligraphy on the memorial.

In recent years, the government has been dominated by Jiang Lian.The memorial papers sent to the cabinet were either some Hanlin family suing some Hou Ye for bullying others, or some prince complained that the dude in his family wanted to elope with a brothel girl.

The cabinet ministers are really ambitious, and their daily work is to sit there face to face with grief and indignation.

Today is really an auspicious day, and finally something big happened.

The Daqi court, which was a pool of stagnant water, was stirred up by this Mr. Yan.

But before the eyes on the memorial were finished reading, the memorial was slowly withdrawn by a pair of hands.

Liu Qingyun stroked his beard, squinted his eyes to look at the memorial, and said leisurely: "Not bad."

The eyes of someone next to him lit up, and they couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Liu, what's the best thing to ask?"

Liu Qingyun said cheerfully, "The handwriting is not bad."

The person: "..."

"Everyone, don't laugh," Liu Qingyun pointed at the words on the memorial, and said brokenly, "No matter how the content of the memorial is written, this handwriting is actually the second I have seen in these years."

Ask him where the good officials see that he has made a mistake again, but they have to cooperate with the head of the cabinet. And who is it?"

With one hand behind her back, Liu Qingyun rolled her eyes and lowered her voice: "Go to the prince."

As soon as the four words of the former prince came out, the eyebrows of the gray heads around him raised their eyebrows again.

Of the eight ministers in the cabinet, only Liu Qingyun has gone through the previous dynasty.And they were all ministers of the dragon who followed Emperor Chengde all the way north to Chaohua City. Speaking of the previous dynasty, the cabinet ministers were naturally most interested in the little prince.

The appearance of a Mingjun in a prosperous age is born in a troubled world.

Now that Liu Qingyun is in an aspect, it is natural to mention as little as possible about the former dynasty.Even though the rest of the cabinet were curious, they only listened to legends about the late prince.

Now that Liu Qingyun brought it up by himself, others naturally don't want to let go of this opportunity to listen to gossip.

Everyone followed Liu Qingyun and lowered their voices, and a voice asked softly: "Xiang Liu, what kind of person is this former crown prince?"

The person who asked the question was Xu Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites. After he finished speaking, the rest of the people cast admiring glances at him.

As expected of Mr. Xu, he asked such a bold question from the very beginning.

But Liu Qingyun suddenly lost interest, he said: "You and I should not discuss the character of the little prince in the old dynasty. What I said is that he is very good at writing regular script. Regular writing is easy to learn, and there are many people who have learned it. , but it is difficult and difficult to write well, and the character of the little prince should be unique."

"The style of Xing Kai in this memorial is seventy percent similar to that of the little prince. It may be seen that the spirit of the heart has been extinguished, and the writing power is also three points in vain." Liu Qingyun went back to the memorial, squinting and muttering, "Although it is not as fresh as the little prince. Live upward, but it is precious."

Everyone knows that when Zuo Xiang sees young people who are not lacking in arms or legs, he feels good and wants to help.

Xu Yan was afraid that the chief assistant would be confused, so he quickly reminded: "My lord, this is not a pity."

Regardless of others, their cabinet is full of old foxes who have become spirits. Everyone can see that after Emperor Chengde took back the military power in the Northwest, Yan Huaiyin was the first person he wanted to kill.

Liu Qingyun naturally understood his implication, he put away the memorial in his hand with a snap, and patted it into Xu Yan's hand.Squinting his eyes like a monkey, he said with a smile: "Please trouble Master Xu to present this memorial to Jiuqiantui for a review, and say that the cabinet thinks it is better to present this chapter to the Holy One."

The cabinet is just a suggestion, whether the jade case can be submitted or not, it still needs to be concluded at nine thousand years old.

After he explained this sentence, he looked around at the heads around him, and said with a smile: "You guys, you are the ones who are curious about the little prince. If the little prince comes back alive, you will be the first to run away."

Everyone naturally laughed.

A quarter of an hour later, the memorial was placed on Jiang Lian's case.

He sat in the sandalwood chair with his head propped up, his eyelashes drooping, and he scanned the words on the memorial.

As if to take care of Emperor Chengde's ability to understand, he wrote a lot of eloquent memorials, describing the whole plan of Nanyang Hou in extremely vivid language.

Jiang Lian deliberated over this method in his mind, but couldn't find any flaws for a while.

Except that the guard was killed by Yan Huaiyin.

Jiang Yang stood beside him, taking a peek at Jiang Lian's expression for a while.

Can't see anything.

Eunuch Xiao Jiang drooped his head, but his housekeeping skills of observing words and demeanor had never been of much use to Jiang Lian.Eunuch Xiaojiang didn't feel sad for a long time, and got up again.

At this moment, Jiang Lian closed the memorial.

Jiang Yang immediately took a step forward, bowed his head and smiled and said, "What is Master's order?"

Jiang Lian's eyes fell on the memorial written by Yan Huaiyin on the case, and said: "Send it to Qi Xuanchang, let him have a look."

Qi Xuanchang was the name of Emperor Chengde, and only Jiang Lian dared to call him that in the entire palace.

Jiang Yang was used to this, took the memorial, and ran to the Cangning Hall of Emperor Chengde with a cheerful back.

After he left, within a moment, a person entered the main entrance.

Although the man was also wearing an eunuch's uniform, he was different from Jiang Yang's yin and yang, his whole body was like a cold black iron.

Thick and gloomy.

The eunuch uniform he was wearing was also different from that of the eunuchs in the palace, and he wore a silver wristband on the cuff, which was similar to that of the army.

Among the eunuchs, only the father-in-law of Dongchang wore wrist guards on his sleeves.

After the man came in, he knelt down at Jiang Lian's feet, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian took the paper and looked down.

It was a portrait of a woman, although she was no longer young, her face was pretty.

The person kneeling on the ground said: "Report to the factory owner, the servant found a woman in Liangzhou. She was one of the refugees outside Chaohua City eight years ago. It was different from before. She said that she had seen a seventeen or eighteen A young man with a younger sister."

Since Dongchang was controlled by Jiang Lian three years ago, the only thing he did in the past three years was to find a boy in Chaohua City eight years ago.

At this time, Jiang Lian had to look over any clues.But the entire East Factory has been searching day and night for three years.Every time it was presented to Jiang Lian, there was no consequence.

Now that he finally found some useful clues, he couldn't wait to hand over the portrait of the clue to Jiang Lian.

After Jiang Lian heard his words, he didn't speak for a long time.

It took him a long time before he spoke, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Continue."

The man dared to continue: "She said that she had been rescued by this boy. During the time when the boy was outside Chaohua City, he lived in a shed next to a willow tree. In addition to his sister, he also picked up a non-kinship girl. An innocent child."

"what is her name?"

Hearing Jiang Lian's question, the person kneeling on the ground quickly said, "She said her name is Qiuniang."