Jiao Luan

Chapter 441
"Is someone in the house?" A middle-aged man hurried over and asked Dong Niang.

Dong Niang nodded and said in a low voice: "Master Hou, that person should have some background. But in this capital, a brick falling from the roof can kill a fifth-rank official, so you can't do anything wrong just because he has some background. Otherwise Once this example is opened, we won’t be able to welcome guests at ease after we don’t remember the building, what do you think?”

"I know this in my heart. I'll talk about it when I see the person first." The middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. He saw the man in the room standing facing the window, and turned around slowly when he heard the movement.

The middle-aged man suddenly changed his face: "Ping—"

Received Ping Wang's warning eyes, swallowed the words in a hurry, paused and shouted: "So it's Brother Ping."

Prince Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I said who opened the Buyi Building. It turned out that it was built against the big tree in Hou Chengyi's mansion to enjoy the shade."

"Brother Ping was joking." Hou Chengyi wanted to wipe the cold sweat that oozed from his forehead, but because Dongniang was beside him, he forcibly endured it.

Dongniang watched with cold eyes, her heart gradually became cold, and she felt deep sorrow.

It seems that Ah Zi died in vain today, this person's background is bigger than she imagined, seeing Hou Ye like that, he almost bowed his knees.

Hou Chengyi couldn't calm down in the face of King Ping, the evil star.

Looking at the capital, who doesn't know that this prince has a surly temper because of his leg disease, let alone kill a prostitute, even a court official, so what?

Who would naively believe that a prince who breaks the law is equal to the common people?

King Ping was very satisfied with the sincerity of Hou's wit, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes fell on the silent Dongniang, and he said coolly: "Master Hou, you are not bad at Bu Yi Lou, but this bustard is really not good enough, not very clever ah."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely teach her a lesson later, Brother Ping, don't want to be as knowledgeable as her."

King Ping took two steps forward with heavy steps: "Of course I don't have the same knowledge as her. It's just that I have been delayed for so long and I feel very unhappy. What do you think should be done?"

As he spoke, his gaze turned on Dongniang.

The smile froze at the corner of Hou Chengyi's mouth, he walked to King Ping, and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, every time King Nan'an came to drink tea, he was looking for Dongniang. Look——"

King Ping straightened his body, looked at Dongniang in surprise, and said with a smile: "I can't see that this mother is still my uncle's confidante. If that's the case, forget it. I have to take a step ahead."

"Thank you, Brother Ping, thank you, Brother Ping." Hou Chengyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

King Ping walked out with a limp, and stopped when he came to Dongniang, looked at her with a half-smile, and then lifted his foot and left.

Dongniang looked at Hou Chengyi, and asked with a complicated expression: "The man said just now, Mr. Nan is his uncle?"

Sincerity Hou wiped off his cold sweat: "Yes, thanks to this, he didn't bother with you. Dongniang, how many times have I told you that you must change your temper, otherwise you will suffer a lot."

After all, Hou Chengyi shook his head and raised his feet to catch up with the king.

Dongniang stood there for a long time without moving, and sighed lowly: "In this kind of place, if you lose your last bit of temper, what's the point?"

Nanan Wang's gentle smile and the man's sternness just now flashed in her mind, and she felt at a loss.

As soon as King Ping left Buyi Tower, he didn't even bother to go back to the palace, and directly handed over the sign to enter the palace to meet Concubine Shu.

"Where did this come from, why do you look at the dusty people?" Concubine Shu looked Ping Wang up and down, only to feel that her son's behavior has become more and more unpredictable recently.

In the past, except for the holidays, even the sons in the first and fifteenth grades of the junior high school seldom came here, but these days they come to her very frequently.

She should have been happy, but for some reason, she felt a little uneasy.

Prince Ping and Concubine Shu entered the inner room together, and when the servants retreated, they looked straight into Concubine Shu's eyes and asked, "Concubine Mother, how much do you know about Concubine Hua and the Crown Prince?"

Concubine Shu's face suddenly changed: "Zhen'er, Concubine Mu doesn't know what you mean by asking that."

King Ping took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and asked calmly: "Didn't you hurt your son's leg back then to protect him from being persecuted by Concubine Hua? Then, can you tell me what happened back then? What, scared you like that?"

Facing King Ping's questioning, Concubine Shu looked complicated, and after a long silence, she sighed: "Zhen'er, it's a thing of the past, so what's the point of asking?"

"My son is not reconciled!" Ping Wang sneered, "My son should know whether it is worth sacrificing this leg. Could it be that the mother and concubine are too timid, otherwise why is the fifth brother and sixth brother all right?"

"Zhen'er!" Facing her son's accusation, Concubine Shu's heart was cut like a knife. She opened her mouth to say something, but she felt that she couldn't say anything. Finally, she sighed, "It's done. Your legs can't recover. It's useless to ask these questions."

"No, concubine mother, just because your son is already like this, what does it matter if you are a sensible person? Anyway, your son can only be an idle prince in this life. Don't you have the heart to wait for the day when your son closes his eyes and still be confused?"

The words of King Ping made Concubine Shu's heart soften, and she fought for a long time in her heart, and finally said: "Yes, concubine mother is timid. Zhen'er, you only saw that the fifth and sixth princes are safe and sound, how could you forget that the second prince who is similar to the prince's age is safe and sound? Prince, third prince, where are you now?"

King Ping's heart sank.

The prince is on the fourth line, besides him, the eldest son of the emperor, there are two elder brothers on top.

After so many years, he can still vaguely remember the chubby appearance of his two younger brothers.

Concubine Shu's words awakened Prince Ping's limited childhood memories: "Did the second and third brothers die in the year the crown prince was born?"

Concubine Shu looked at King Ping with pity, and sighed: "To be precise, it was after the prince was born. At that time, the queen was under house arrest, and the imperial concubine was so arrogant. Seeing the two princes die one after another, what do you ask the concubine to do? If you follow in their footsteps, you will never regret it."

"Father is not a foolish person, so why not just let the concubine cover the sky with one hand?"

Concubine Shu sneered: "Since ancient times, the emperor always thought that he could control everything. How much thought did he put on the fight between the women in the harem? Not only in this palace, but in every mansion, what men see is completely different from what women see things. If there is no conclusive evidence, should men believe that a weak and beautiful pillow person is three times more poisonous than a poisonous snake?"

King Ping was silent.

Concubine Shu stretched out her hand to brush Prince Ping's broken hair behind her ears, and said softly: "Zhen'er, all of this is over. You will marry the princess and have children. If there is a day in the future, the mother and concubine will be able to Going out of the palace to live with you, enjoying the family relationship to the fullest, this life will not be wasted."

These words stirred up a series of small splashes in King Ping's heart, but they were quickly swallowed up by the torrent and disappeared without a trace.

He asked word by word: "Then what about the prince, is it possible that he is not the son of Concubine Hua?"

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