Daming: Wanted to be a small landlord, but was forced to ascend the throne

Chapter 353 Born in the Royal Family
When Wang Yun said nothing to do, Zhang Cong and Yan Song still looked in disbelief.

In their consciousness, this struggle for power is a big deal, how can they not do something without the help of others?

"I'm here today to inform you, don't do anything, this is the prince's order, don't do any activities, and don't ask for news through any relationship."

"Then what can we do?"

The two looked at Wang Yun in puzzlement, and seemed to be a little unresponsive.

"Wait!"

"Wait?"

"Just wait patiently! This is the prince's confession."

……

When Wang Yun arrived home, it was already late.

After meeting Zhang Cong and Yan Song and explaining the situation, Zhang Cong asked his family to prepare some dishes, and the three of them had a few drinks.

Because in the next time, in order to avoid attracting attention, they can no longer discuss or discuss anything, and everything can only wait for the prince's notice.

This mood of anticipation and uncertainty, as if floating in mid-air, made them uneasy.

It's not just Zhang Cong and Yan Song, Wang Yun is actually a little uneasy!

"Yun'er!"

Wang Yun thought it was getting late, so when he went out, he said that he might come back later and didn't let his family wait for him for dinner.

This era is no more than the previous life, and there are more nightlife.

Here, the weather in March is still cold in the north. Most people eat dinner before dark, and start to rest as soon as it gets dark. It can be said that they work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

As for the officials in the capital, because they have the habit of going to court in the morning, although they go to court at four or five o'clock in the morning, they basically have to meet in front of the palace gate at two or three o'clock. !

This has also formed the habit of Beijingers going to bed early at night.

It is still a special period (the emperor has not recovered from his illness for a long time, and everything is not stable), and the curfew time is an hour earlier than before.

People who can live in the capital are basically PHS and politically sensitive. In the early days, some people might wander around when there was no curfew. Now the situation is basically at night, except for soldiers patrolling the city. Rare people.

Wang Tu is getting old, he pays attention to his health, usually after dinner in the evening, he will hang out in the yard a few times to digest his food, and then he will go to bed early.

Wang Yun thought it was getting late and his father should be resting, so he went straight to his yard, not expecting his father to be sitting on a chair in the main courtyard.

"Father, why haven't you rested? It's so cold, why are you still sitting here?"

Wang Yun was very surprised, and hurried forward to help Wang Tu into his house.

"It's okay, you didn't come back, I just strolled around the yard a few times, when I got tired, I sat down and rested for a while, no, you're back."

Wang Tu smiled and said that he was fine, he was not old enough to need his son's support to get up.

"I've already told you, go meet those two people and tell them what the prince ordered. They are smart people. I'm worried that they will guess the situation and contact the prince privately or inquire about the situation. If they are exposed It’s not good, and there is no danger, so why should father worry!”

Wang Yun explained that he was also somewhat dissatisfied that his father always worried about too many things.

He was young before, and he was a bit reckless in his actions. After several years of experience, he has become much smoother and more mature in his actions.

"I know that parents always have to worry when children travel thousands of miles. You are also a father now, and you will understand our thoughts in the future. It's nothing. It's normal to worry appropriately. Just do your own thing."

Wang Tu smiled and told Wang Yun to go back and rest. He must be tired after running outside all day.

"Father, you said that the prince told us not to take any action and try to keep a low profile. Should we fight or not? I heard that several palaces have already started activities. Will the prince not do anything..."

Wang Yun couldn't help but said.

Although he conveyed the prince's request to Zhang Cong and Yan Song, like them, he still felt that doing nothing was like fishing with an empty hook, which was incredible.

"Yun'er, since the prince came to the capital and you got to know him, how do you think he does things?"

Wang Tu looked at his son and said.

"The lord is naturally extremely smart, and he has a plan for everything. I have never seen anything that he can't handle!"

"That's it! Although the prince is not very old, I think he is more agile and far-sighted than the old king Xing. Although he is young, he is able to do things with ease, young and mature. I am ashamed of living at such an old age! What am I? People like Yang Tinghe were nearly defeated by the prince in the previous contest. If the emperor didn’t drag him down and he had the scruples of the prince’s status, then the little old man might not be the prince’s opponent!”

The father and son thought of the scientific research public opinion war led by Qin Shao, and almost pulled Yang Tinghe down!

That is to say, after the public opinion war, the students in the capital no longer regarded Yang Tinghe as a scholar.

Yang Tinghe's prestige among scholars has also been affected to a certain extent.

"Don't worry! No matter who the throne falls to, the prince must have his own intentions in doing this! Remember, no matter what happens in the future, the prince will do what he says."

"Yes! I know, father! It's true that the emperor was too late. The prince helped him like that. Now that the emperor is like this, it's no wonder the prince. The old prince lost his life because of the emperor! If I were the prince, I wouldn't hate him if I didn't say help him." No wonder!"

Wang Yun said with some indignation.

"Yun'er, you still underestimate the ability of the prince! The old prince is still alive!"

"What? You said the old prince is still alive?"

Wang Yun screamed out.

"Father, what do you think is going on?"

Realizing that his voice was too loud, Wang Yun hurriedly lowered his voice again.

"You! Although you have matured a lot in the past two years, you are still too young. You didn't think the timing of the old prince's death was too coincidental? And after the old prince passed away, the Xing Palace directly asked for instructions that the old concubine was too old. For the sake of the body, concealed the situation."

"Also, the most unusual thing is that after King Xing passed away, the Palace of King Xing didn't send us a funeral letter. This is very unreasonable! Outsiders may not know our relationship with Prince Xing's Palace. How could Prince Xing not know now? ? Even if the prince has forgotten, Yuan Zonggao cannot forget."

"Besides, after the old prince passed away and was buried, the prince asked someone to write us a letter. In the letter, there was no mention of the old prince's death. He only told us to take care of the old concubine. The day we met. There is also a poem in it, I didn't pay attention to it before, but in the past few days, I found that the handwriting is very different from the handwriting of the prince's letters today."

Wang Tu took out a letter from the box hidden on the bed. It was the letter that Qin Shao had brought over earlier. There was no signature in it, and it was just an explanation.

Open it, and sure enough, there was a small piece of paper inside, on which was copied a poem "Fifteen Congregation in the Army":
Fifteen to join the army, eighty to return.

Daofeng villagers: Who is there in the family?

From a distance, it is the Jun's house, and there are many pine and cypress mounds.

The rabbit enters from the dog sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

The atrium is born in the valley, and the inoue is born in the sun.

The pounded grains are used for cooking, and the harvested sunflowers are used for soup.

The atrium is born in the valley, and the inoue is born in the sun.

The pounded grains are used for cooking, and the harvested sunflowers are used for soup.

The rice soup is cooked for a while, and I don't know who it is!

Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes.

Wang Tu took out another old letter, which was written by the former Xing Wang Zhu Youzhao.

"Father, the font of this poem is really the same as that of the old prince!"

Wang Yun said eagerly, his face full of surprise.

Wang Tu also laughed out loud.

The eldest son of their family, the eldest son is really a god!
"The old prince went to the fiefdom at the age of 15, separated from the concubine, mother and child, and has not seen each other for decades! The greatest hope of the old concubine in this life is to see her son again before she dies! I have always been worried about the old concubine. It won't last for many years."

Wang Tu sighed, tears streaming down his dry eye sockets.

The corners of Wang Yun's eyes were also wet. His father almost regarded the matter of the old concubine and Xing Wangfu as his mission in his life.

When I learned from others that King Xing was gone, I was so anxious that day that I couldn't get out of bed.

If he hadn't cared about the old concubine, he was really worried that his father would not be able to bear it.

Later, it was the eldest son who sent a letter in time, and the father was forced to cheer up.

Ah!Born Royal...

……

Capital, Yang Mansion.

There is a curfew outside, and ordinary people go to bed early.

The study of Yang Tinghe, a great man in the capital, was brightly lit.

(End of this chapter)