Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 13 Arguments of the Kyoto Coup 9
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Bah! I didn't say Zhao Zhen, bah, what are you doing?"

Hearing a familiar voice, the third prince lost all anger when he saw the person who pushed open the door. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted in surprise, "Ah! Rukawa? Is it really Rukawa?"

Chu Shou Fangfang went upstairs, and as soon as he pushed open the door of this private room, he embraced the incense smoke wafting towards his face from the room, as if someone had stuffed a handful of incense ash into his mouth.

Before she could react, she was hugged tightly by someone again, and a high-pitched and resonant voice yelled in her ear, "You are finally back! Five years! Do you know how I spent these five years?" Is it?!"

Listening to Yin'er, everyone in the room stepped forward and poked their heads out. After a look, they knew in their hearts that the relationship between the two was not shallow. Zhao Zhen regarded himself as Chu Shou's elder brother from the bottom of his heart, and whenever she was mentioned, he always It's depressed, with a look of sadness and sorrow.

So they all bowed: "Meet the princess."... "Meet the princess"

"Why did you come back suddenly? Did your father agree? I didn't believe it when I heard that you surrounded the Metropolitan Procuratorate with the Imperial Army, but there is no one in the entire capital who can do this except you!" Zhao Zhen Surprised, he frowned and asked in doubt, with the appearance of a contemporary good brother.

Although based on his understanding of Rukawa, it is normal not to be summoned to Beijing, but this is a big matter, so he must ask.

In addition, the matter of surrounding the Metropolitan Procuratorate, um...it's hard to say, it's hard to say...

Chu Shou clicked his tongue and frowned. Why did everyone have to ask this once? His hometown was destroyed, so he said impatiently: "Of course I have agreed! This morning I was to get medicine for His Majesty, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate did not cooperate." , the door won’t let me in.”

After Zhao Zhen heard this, he clenched his fists and kicked in the air angrily, "It's really against the sky, so arrogant! A group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves!"

Although he can't help you with this matter, the Metropolitan Procuratorate still dares to be ambiguous about this kind of matter. It's really courageous...

Chu Shou looked at Zhao Zhen and felt really sorry for him. In order to put on a show, he wanted to pretend that the Imperial Army and the Metropolitan Procuratorate were at odds, and took the Metropolitan Procuratorate out. In order to get the biggest fish hooked, he could only talk nonsense around people. Dirty water, but... the emotions are all set here...

"Really! The princess sincerely went to ask for medicine, and they turned swords against each other when they disagreed, especially the new Du Yushi, who is like a plague god, and asked me to give it to him!!! If I hadn't led a circle of forbidden troops , almost confessed there..."

"Ha! It's too deceitful, not to mention the capital censor, just the surname Shen, I am the prince but not the prince, so what if I rotten and smelly here?! You need that kind of look ?"

"There's still that Qin Wuhui!" Zhao Zhen clapped his hands anxiously, "At least he's a classmate, and I don't need him to pay respects, as if I'm using my status as a prince to force someone into prostitution! I'm so lofty! It's gone to heaven!"

"that is!"

"Does he care about us?"

"That's right! It's annoying!"

The people led by Xue Yang were gearing up and echoing loudly, one chubby even cried.

There was a twitch on Chu Shou's face. It seemed that this Jingdu boy had been tortured by the Metropolitan Procuratorate for a long time, and the rebellious mood had already spread to all walks of life!
Then she...

But you have to be the fuse that is on the verge of breaking out. Suddenly, her sense of mission arises spontaneously...

"What about you? Your Majesty is still in a coma." Chu Shou folded his arms and leaned against the pillar in front of the door, tilted his head mischievously and looked into the room, and clicked his tongue a few times, "Beauty and fairy music? I'm not afraid that those officials will play you a book."

Zhao Zhen straightened his body, looked like a stalwart man, raised his brows high, and said: "As the princess said, in this situation, no one remembers me as the Third Highness."

Proud and helpless shook his head.

"It's just my mother and concubine who forced me to go to the main hall to stand in front of the emperor's bed to claim credit, but I was surrounded by his imperial guards and hidden guards, and I didn't even see a corner of the emperor's robe..."

"Then, I heard from nowhere that the father was dying, and seeing that the various forces in the capital were about to move, so I asked me to come out and win over some officials to make a show."

"It's just right, hiding here in Ganlinzhou, at least I won't be talked about by others!"

Zhao Zhen said, put his hands on the belt, closed his eyes and exhaled, his good mood was written on his face, he was very uncomfortable.

Chu Shou nodded. Concubine Jing is known to be strong. His Majesty’s several princes have to urge Zhao Zhen to take the lead in everything. The eldest prince died early, the second prince was weak, and Zhao Zhen was of good character and capable of both civil and military affairs. Chong's voice should be louder, but the rest are also remarkable. The most important thing is that the first queen has no children, and she is old, and it will be Zhao Zhen's turn after all.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, and the first queen gave birth to a son. Before she could be happy for half a year, she died of exhaustion with one life for another.

When the queen died, she cried sincerely, with joy on her brows, and sadness from the bottom of her heart. For a while, both sorrow and joy were mixed, and she almost vomited blood.

After thinking about it, he only blamed himself as a mere concubine for dragging down his son, so he redressed and competed with all the concubines for favor.

Unexpectedly, a second Cheng Yaojin came out halfway - Xiaorong, the goddess of the Wu tribe, and with the help of some Wanwan Leiqing, she immediately climbed up on top of them and made trouble.

Soon after, His Majesty appointed the former Empress's son as the Prince of the East Palace, and he will be raised under the name of Concubine Xiaorong.

This time, Concubine Jing, a horse with strong ambition, was completely overwhelmed by reality, crying: Son, concubine mother is sorry for you!I couldn't afford it once I got sick, and it took two or three years to slow down my life and blood before my Qi and blood flowed smoothly.

Zhao Zhen grew up in this kind of environment. At one time, he felt that he was the one who stole the concubine's house, so that an ambitious person like the concubine would be buried...

Chu Shou naturally expressed his understanding, and continued: "I heard you yelling, yelling, knocking and hitting just now...it really hasn't changed at all."

His temper has not changed, and his professionalism is still "average".

"Just now?" Zhao Zhen tried to recall: "Just now we were talking about the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and now every family in the court is watching their wind direction all the time! They all want to win them over for their own use. With the help of the procuratorate, by then in this capital city, there will be a guarantee of turning hands into clouds and turning hands into rain!"

What Zhao Zhen said was true, Chu Shou expressed a little doubt. Although she also bet her treasure on the Metropolitan Procuratorate this time, she was not [-]% sure.

The predecessor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was the 48th Floor of the Jianghu. Before the infighting in the Jianghu, the vitality of the 48th Floor was seriously injured. Even with the help of His Majesty, it is not an easy task to rebuild its darknet system and apply it to the court.

Besides... In the past two or three years, who hasn't secretly called the Metropolitan Procuratorate a mad dog?Bitten a lot of dignitaries, even if she was not in the capital, she was still affected. At that time, her grandfather even forfeited her marriage contract in order to save the Gu family...

The Metropolitan Procuratorate, which everyone is afraid of, has suddenly changed and become so hot again. Is this the commonality of the people in Kyoto?
Chu Shou thought about it in his heart, but before he could answer, Zhao Zhen spoke again: "Hmph, I was born recklessly, so I don't know what loyalty is, and it's only been two or three years since I submitted to the imperial court, and I'm the best at seeing the wind and the rudder! Sigh! Those villains hold power in their hands, weave a dark net all over the world, and they are His Majesty's personal guards, so they are much more useful than the Imperial Army..."

After hearing this, Chu Shou raised his eyebrows. The effect of this private room is really good, so he tentatively said: "Your Highness can see clearly."

Zhao Zhen was helpless, his brows drooped, and he said in a muffled voice: "If you have a mother and concubine who analyzes the situation in Kyoto every day in your ear, and an uncle Shaofu who claims to be the most ambitious in the world, I can guarantee that you will be as good as you." Those who love to memorize can also analyze the situation in Kyoto clearly and logically, recite it backwards and forwards, like a treasure!"

Chu Shou first frowned, clicked his tongue, after all, swearing does not reveal faults, then shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled: "The forces of each family are undercurrents, once someone succeeds, it will be your dynasty that will be overthrown in the end. Don't be afraid."

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, put his hands on the railing, looked at the diners and listened to the books downstairs, the bustle and noise could not conceal the young man's loneliness, he held the folding fan and teased himself: "I can't wait! You know, this The title of prince is just a burden to me... how about giving it to my concubine mother, she loves it very much!"

Chu Shou laughed and scolded: What nonsense are you talking about.

Zhao Zhen's temper is unstable, he is depressed for a while and high-pitched for a while. No, he pointed his fan at the opposite side and exclaimed: "Look, look, just like you, the Du Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who just returned to Beijing is that." Man, I thought he was a shady old man, but who knew he was a green young man."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at Chu Shou with a smile. Chu Shou had seen Song Yanqing come out of the private room opposite him early in the morning, standing there with his hands behind his back, dressed like an ordinary boy next door, no one else knew, she knew, he just looked young Forget it, she was actually two years older than her, and she was really blessed by the status of a heavenly official, exactly as it was said in the book, always in a "positive" state of beauty.

At that time, Song Yanqing was talking happily with Chen Ji of Dali Temple. He was in charge of the conversation, and Chen Ji was in charge of the chat.

Suddenly, for no reason, there was a loud noise like the sound of firecrackers bursting—a bang.

Immediately, the giant round red shell hanging on the roof of the restaurant exploded, and the colorful square flying papers with golden threads shone like light and scattered like a thick fog, filling the entire restaurant in an instant. .

On the top like heavy snow falling, a dancer dressed in colorful silks and satins appeared faintly. She descended from the sky like a flying dancer holding a pipa, and fell slowly. A gust of wind from nowhere stirred the colorful satins to fly , lingering in the air.

That beauty came down to earth like a fairy, even though she covered her face with golden gauze and made up with peach blossoms, she could clearly see her eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and she had a dusty temperament like the person in the painting.

Everyone raised their heads, bowed their heads, exclaimed, or applauded: Those who drank stopped drinking, those who ate vegetables stopped, those who waited in the hall stopped unconsciously, and the cook ran out with a spoon in his hands and stared at the crowd stupidly. Then, the three-storey restaurant was surrounded by people, and they all ran out of the private room to support themselves on the railing. Almost for a moment, the whole restaurant fell silent, and everyone greedily sucked the beauty in front of them, and was sucked by the whirlpool. It's like going in.

There is only one person who wants to pass through the swirling gold paper and see clearly the landscape-like eyebrows and eyes of the green clothes on the opposite side. For Chu Shou, the whirlpool is not in the sky, but in front of her eyes, on the opposite side. She is willing to fall into the whirlpool, but Passing through the vortex, the man flickered, like a ray of light from the bottom of the sea, flickering on and off, unable to see his eyebrows, eyes, or his heart.

Thinking so emotionally made her feel sour. The mahogany box she personally delivered this morning was an agreement she had made with Song Yanqing many years ago. During those days in Youbei Cold Garden, they were the only ones to accompany each other. .

When they were diligent, they went to the mountains to collect herbs during the day and boiled and grinded them at night. There were not enough bottles and cans to store medicine, so the two learned to make pottery. Various types of pills made.

Every other month, they would go down the mountain together to sell medicine in nearby towns, spend all the money they got, and bring the big and small bags back to Hanyuan.

When I was not so diligent, I went up the mountain a few times in January, and the pills were not enough to exchange for money, so the two sat around in the sunset and ate baked potatoes to recall the bitterness and sweetness.

Song Yanqing has been running around since she was a child because of her status as a heavenly official, and has been hiding in Tibet to avoid murderous killers, and has never had a trace of peace.

Chu Shou, as a half-wizard, knew that the day he was just born, he was approached by the Wu clan with a sky-guiding needle. Nian was running for his life almost every day, without any interest in life.

I don't know whether it is the guilt of being a Wu tribe or the sympathy of being an outsider. In order to make up for his lost years, Chu Shou often told him interesting stories about Kyoto and dictated to him interesting and ingenious gadgets unique to Kyoto.

The two also made an agreement that if they return to the capital one day, they will definitely collect all the things she mentioned and give them to him, so that he can have enough fun.

Now, the agreement is barely reached, but the person is not the person he used to be. He planned desperately, and finally became stronger step by step. Finally, he no longer needs to hide in hiding, let alone hide in the cold garden with her.

When they came to the capital, everyone in the city thought that the two of them were strangers, let alone ruthless. Now, it was her turn to hide...

A princess, a capital censor, it seems that they can never go back to the days when they were rudely called "kiln burners" and "drug sellers"...

Wave after wave of cheers surged up, dragging her out of her memory, and the noisy sound disturbed her, she frowned, wishing to get rid of the chaos, leaving only one person with pure eyes.

She didn't know if Song Yanqing had noticed her too. When there was a loud noise, I hope it wasn't her illusion. He seemed to be looking this way, maybe he noticed it, maybe he didn't.

With a lot of questions in her mind, Chu Shou didn't want to stay any longer, and gently lifted her robe, ready to rush to the opposite side. Only by asking all kinds of questions in person can she stop being so bored.

Before he could turn around, he was pulled back by Zhao Zhen. If he hadn't been pulled by him, Chu Shou might have bumped into the person behind her.

The man was disheveled, and the white robe he was wearing was a little pink, as if he had accidentally dyed it when he was painting lotus. He was wearing a silver lotus crown. I don't know what is covered, it is like frost in front of the eyes, the broken hair on the forehead hangs on the white neck, gold paper and gold threads fly on the shoulders of the man's hair, messy with a little coquettish, like Chu Shou in the witch clan I have read about a kind of ghost called Huandie in the Hundred Monsters Book, if that ghost takes human form, it will probably be like this.

Write it down and draw a sample, which can enrich the content of the hundred monsters. With this in mind, Chu Shou took a "meaningful" look at that person, and then he lifted his skirt and wanted to leave, but was caught by Zhao Zhen again. stop.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and said happily: "Wait a minute, let me introduce someone to you. During the past five years, there have been many people in the capital, and he is the only one who can win the eyes of His Highness! Believe me once, Luo Qi, Zi Boshan, the son of Xing Wang, must have the same temperament as you!"

The flying golden silk gradually calmed down, and the flying dancer landed steadily, dancing in the melodious tune.

Chu Shou glanced at him, and there was no figure on the other side. His heart became anxious, and he said indifferently: "The prince is graceful and extraordinary, and the princess has important matters. Let's meet again at another day! We will meet again at another day!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and escaped from Zhao Zhen's clutches, what kind of persimmons and plums, her most urgent task is to find out about it to the kiln burner!If she continues to be so ambiguous and sulking unilaterally, she will go completely crazy...

Luo Qi was still clutching the gold thread that he took off from Chu Shou's shoulder just now in his palm. At that time, he was looking at Chu Shou's side face from behind, her eyes were fixed on the opposite side, her eyelashes flickered, like a deer lost in the forest, Zhao Zhen You're right, it's different, it's really different.

Green is the color he hates the most, and he has always had a clear distinction between what he likes and what he hates, and now it seems... he can take a step back with his principles, and this kind of green doesn't look so annoying anymore.

"Princess...is this?" Luo Qi asked softly, pointing at Chu Shou's running back.

The green gauze surged like clear waves, and the black hair ran along the white wall like ink, and the scrolls of paintings seemed to be laid out, but the restaurant was not short, and she seemed to be struggling to run.

Zhao Zhen raised his hand in front of his eyebrows to look out and said, "Maybe I met a good friend, she has quite a few friends..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Shou suddenly disappeared from the sight of the two of them...

"Hey..." Chu Shou fell to the ground at this time, holding on with both hands, almost a little bit, she was about to wipe her face on the ground, and slipped all the way to Song Yanqing's feet.

Oh my god, why is it always her that makes me so embarrassed...

The run that was supposed to be a romantic ending in the storybook was intercepted abruptly by her useless legs and feet, leaving only the biting reality that made people feel extraordinarily cold.

On the other side, Zhao Zhen watched Chu Shou fall with his feet, coughed and coughed guiltily, opened his fan and manually blocked Luo Qi's sight, and pulled him into the private room, muttering, "I'm with you." The number one princess of Ming Qi, she is actually very cultured...very connotative...by herself, just...maybe she seems a little uncomfortable today, so I will introduce you some other day, Your Highness..."

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Here Chu Shou continued to bury her head, keeping her falling posture relaxed. Just as she was about to get up, a corner of her robe suddenly came into her sight...

　If you want to know what happened next, please read the next chapter!

　　
　
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