prince's rivers and lakes

Chapter 1

The Nanhuai River passes through Longyin City, and the spring water in March is gurgling, without the coldness of the cold winter mixed with ice and snow, when you touch some water with your hands, you will feel warm and humid.

Ducks playing in the water have accumulated a winter's worth of fat and fat. When they see fish floating in the shallow water, they first explore the water to warm it up. They savor the beauty of it and indulge in it. They just want to plunge deeper and look for the wetness of the bottom of the water. More wit in the soft slush.

Black boats with black awnings shuttled under the bridge hole, silver fish scales remained on the fishing nets, and there was an endless stream of business travelers on both sides of the strait, and there was a lot of people talking.

“Rice Noodles… Red Soup Spicy Rooster Rice Noodles…”

"Guanpu sachet, painting fan, bead pendant!"

"Lunlun archery... Yo! This guest officer won three catties of mutton!"

"Langya Prince's Mansion wants to eat ladies! Cook, as long as the cook, weigh your own skills, ten days ten times, one day a day!"

All kinds of yelling, bargaining, and disputes on the river bank are mixed together to form the fireworks of the spring.

For ordinary people in the market, this is the voice that needs the most attention in life. They can find delicious food that satisfies their tongues, businesses that earn wages, and entertainment that is small and big. The soft and waxy language makes people feel the nature of all things sprouting at the beginning of the year.

As for the end of the bustling long street, the Langya Prince's Mansion high up in the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys has just finished the funeral, it is desolate and deserted, and even the chirping and chirping of the birds in the garden seem weak, so it is not worthy of the little people's attention.

The gate of the palace was closed tightly, the smell of firecrackers still lingered in the air, the smell of turpentine and honey flowed from the candles burning all night, and the loneliness that the gate would never open again.

Until today at Maoshi, the peach blossoms were blooming all over the street, and the pink and white petals were covered with dew. They were startled by the steps of a young man and drenched the ground. Wake up the whole street in the morning.

The little girls who got up early to pick peach blossoms to make sachets or powder cakes whispered to each other and looked at the young man standing in front of the palace.

The second housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion took a closer look, sighed a few times, "This little brother is soft, beautiful and fragrant", and then left with his arms folded.

The young man in front of the Langya Prince's Mansion is extremely tall, tall and straight like a green pine on the cliff, his appearance is exquisite, he can be called fair and beautiful.

It's just that he has a thin waist and broad shoulders, holds a long stick in his hand, and has strong phalanx. He is obviously a practitioner. If an ordinary man is lustful and wants to practice stick skills with him, he may not be able to greet him.

The young man stared at the back of the second housekeeper of the prime minister's mansion, but he didn't understand where the evaluation of his "softness" came from.

He is Qin Shouan, who accidentally fell into an ancient coffin while digging in his previous life, and has been in this country called Xinqin for 18 years.

Originally, Prince Langya’s start was perfect, but how could he have known that he was happily being a dude, eating, drinking, and having fun until he was ten years old, and then he was sent to Tiandaomen to learn martial arts, far away from the bustling capital of Kyoto, and he went there for eight years .

He was summoned back to Longyin City again because of the death of King Langya.

When he rushed back quickly, the palace and the palace cooperated to finish the funeral in a hurry, so that the son of Prince Langya had no sense of participation.

Now he is standing in front of the palace, looking up at the exquisite brackets, deep in the courtyard there are many clear memories of his childhood.

With the death of King Langya, as the eldest son, he seemed to be rejected and refused to be accepted by this imperial gift mansion.

King Langya's wife died early, and he never remarried. Now the Tang family is in charge of the palace.

Her natal family is the famous Tang family in the county and sea, and she has close contacts with several people in the palace. For many years, she has firmly controlled the internal affairs, and poured water like iron buckets into the palace.

Qin Shou'an, who hadn't returned home for a long time, was like an outsider to the palace controlled by the Tang family.

He knocked on the door for a long time, there should have been servants listening to the pass, presumably it was Tang's order that Langya Palace really dared to reject the prince.

Qin Shouan sneered, dismounting.

He always remembered that the Tang family was not the wife and concubine of King Langya, it seemed that they were just old people who were taken care of by King Langya, and for some reason they were accepted by the whole palace as the mistress of Prince Langya.

She has an extraordinary relationship with the palace, and she has the backing of the famous Tang family in Haizhou, her mother's county, so she has the confidence to give Shizi such a prestige.

Qin Shouan knew very well that if he lowered his posture now and looked a little weak and deceitful, then the Tang family would ride on his head from now on, and Langya Palace would never have his say.

If he turns around and leaves, and finds his uncle and clan to uphold justice, others will stand up to help him fight the Tang family, but this also means that everything that should have been inherited by him, and the division of the resources of the palace, must be allowed to the Tang family. and outsiders to intervene.

Both of these situations are more beneficial to Tang Corporation.

In the struggle between people, the emphasis is on initiative and momentum, either the west wind will overwhelm the east wind, or the east wind will overwhelm the west wind.

In the future, whoever has the final say in the Langya Palace, and who can control more power and wealth, depends on how Qin Shouan handles it in front of him today.

Qin Shouan is not an extraordinary saint. Who doesn't like power, wealth, fame and fortune?He should get what he deserves.

More importantly, in the previous life, he was used to the peaceful and stable life of the years, but he also knew better that in a country like Xinqin, having no power or power means life is worthless.

How and how long ordinary people can live depends on luck.

He wants to inherit the throne and control the palace, even though he may be involved in unknown, more dangerous, and higher-level battles, he still has more confidence to hold his destiny in his own hands.

What's more, since the founding of the new Qin Dynasty, there have been princes who participated in the rebellion, princes who were expelled from their lands and ransacked their homes, and princes who were forced to leave overseas, but none of them had their heads beheaded... No one wants to be such a prince.

As the spring breeze blew, Qin Shouan had a warm and warm smile on his face, making the ladies and maids who were watching the show tremble like deer.

The light gauze fans in their hands are raised to cover their charming eyes and moisten their lips, but they also fan the peach blossoms that come with the wind, stirring up the hearts in the spring like a deer.

Qin Shouan turned his fingers, and with a long stick more than three feet hanging from his waist, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist against the steady and heavy golden nanmu gate.

"What is the handsome boy doing?"

"He came early in the morning, but the palace just won't open the door for him, it's really annoying!"

"What are you thinking? This is Langya Prince's Mansion, anyone who knocks will open it?"

"My house! My house, if he wants to knock on my door, I will open the door for him right away."

"Don't be ashamed, little girl! Your cat that meows every night is no match for you!"

"Oh, sister-in-law's speech is really ugly!"

"This is probably the eldest son of Prince Langya's mansion in Tiandaomen. He knocked on Tiandaomen's door for a long time without revealing his identity. He probably has temptations in his heart."

The second steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion turned around at some point, and stood with the aunts and sisters-in-law to watch, wiggling his wisps of goatee, "I don't think he can enter the Langya Palace today."

"Ah, the palace is really bad!" The little girl thought to herself, of course such a good-looking person is a good person.

Qin Shouan clenched his fist to gather his momentum, and then knocked heavily on the door three times with his fist.

Then he counted to thirty.

The gate of Prince Langya's mansion was still not opened for him.

"Ow..."

Suddenly a neigh came from the noisy long street, as if tearing apart the enchanting and charming spring scene, feeling the surging vitality in the sound... Qin Shouan punched out a punch, and it hit the middle of the door.

"Bouncing...chakkalaka!"

The rock-solid nanmu gate couldn't withstand Qin Shouan's punch.

The two door panels were torn from the cast iron door frame, flew out and fell in front of the screen wall, slid against the ground, and hit the flower bed, sparks were blown up, gravel flew up, and soil, flowers and plants fell.

The people behind the door originally just followed the orders and did not respond to the annoyance of the knocker. Seeing that the gate of the palace was smashed open, they were dumbfounded, and then became furious. King Langya had just passed away, and someone dared to knock down the gate of the palace!

It's chilling!Is there any reason!There is no law!
All the servants and soldiers were furious, they were about to rush out when they saw that young man who smashed the door dared to enter Langya Palace.

He walked with disapproval, with a defiant gesture, as if he had just returned to his own home.

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This is a feudal dynasty, but it can’t be considered a historical fiction. If you feel that certain places do not make sense according to inertial thinking, it is probably a foreshadowing, which will be explained later.

Be more patient and less hostile.

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(End of this chapter)