The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 180 The Situation Has Changed (3)
The summer on Lutai Mountain and the summer in northern Xinjiang are different from those in the south of the Yangtze River. It is hot, hot, and unstable... Maybe, because it is not my hometown, I can't tolerate it all the time, so much so that I complain about every plant and tree here... …

Thinking of this, Mu Lian suddenly asked, "Third Senior Brother, have you ever been to Senior Senior Brother's residence?"

After hearing this, Lin Cenzhi put the teacup in his hand on the table, and hummed: "Don't mention Senior Brother again! I am determined not to have any contact with him anymore. We Senior Brothers are all blind, and we all misunderstood. him!"

Mu Lian lowered her eyelids, and continued after deliberation: "Actually, senior brother is still good, maybe he has some unavoidable difficulties, third senior brother, if you want to listen to his explanation personally, I can accompany you for a while." Go to Jinyang Palace."

"No need!" Lin Cenzhi was extremely resolute and stubborn, and the more he spoke, the more indignant he became: "A last resort? I thought so before, but the senior brother told me that he was the one who betrayed Jing Xiaobai, and he felt it was inappropriate. So they separated, is this what people say! It’s not suitable, why didn’t you say it a few years ago! So many people persuaded him, saying that he and Jing Xiaobai were not suitable, but he didn’t listen, and in the end, he didn’t want to! Look at how Jing Xiaobai drank that night, pouring a big bowl of wine, when did she get drunk like that in the years in Lutai Mountain, I didn't know the cause and effect at the time, but now that I think about it, she I was probably about to cry at that moment, and I was such a bastard, if I had known this, I would never have let the two of them touch each other, and it would have been fine if the brothers and sisters hadn’t gotten together..."

Lin Cenzhi seldom experienced such ups and downs, and Mu Lian knew that it was impossible to persuade him to go to Jinyang Palace.But without Lin Cenzhi's company, she would have no reason to be upright when she was alone - some places were her forbidden places.

In fact, even if Lin Cenzhi and Mu Lian went to Jinyang Palace, Han Ye might not be free to entertain them today.On the days when he was not in court, Han Ye also got up very early every day. Before breakfast, he went to the courtyard to practice swords for a while, and then went back to the study to copy Buddhist scriptures. Well, the prince of Jinyang has the ability to live the life of those dudes in an elegant and indifferent way, without a trace of smoky worldliness at all.

When I was not going to court today, while I was burning incense and copying Buddhist scriptures, Han Wen suddenly rushed in, with a flustered expression, and dense beads of sweat could be seen faintly on his forehead: "Master! The situation has changed!"

The pen in Han Ye's hand stopped, and he raised his light eyes to look over. Han Wen gasped and said, "Master, according to your intention, once the robbery and murder by the moat occurs, the court will turn its attention to the princes and ministers." In terms of safety, after worshiping Buddha on the first day of May, the defense of Fahua Temple will inevitably be relaxed, and Xuanying has already started to act according to the plan last night. Originally, everything was safe, but when it was about to dawn, the guards of the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion of Fahua Temple were arrested. The person was knocked out and lost dozens of volumes of precious scriptures. The abbot of Fahua Temple reported the matter to the imperial court. At this moment, the number of imperial guards guarding the scripture pavilion has doubled compared to yesterday. Moved!"

Han Wen finished speaking in one breath, and only heard a "click", the ink pen in Han Ye's hand was pinched into two paragraphs by his fingertips, Han Wen immediately explained: "Master, Xuanying has been very careful, but it seems that someone is obstructing, Could it be that the court has discovered..."

When the ink pen was broken, the ink from the tip of the pen splashed onto the half-copied Buddhist scriptures, and the handwriting on the paper gradually blurred. Han Ye frowned, stared at the smudged ink for a long time, then lifted the thin paper, Slowly kneading into a ball, making a sound without distinguishing between emotions and anger: "Only dozens of scriptures have been lost?"

"...Yes." Han Wen nodded.

The ball of paper in the palm of his hand became smaller and smaller, and the bones began to ache. Han Ye's lips were stained with a smile, and he had a clever plan - knocked out the guard in the Buddhist scripture pavilion in Fahua Temple, where there are many treasures , but only stole dozens of volumes of scriptures, just to tell others that he doesn't want those treasures, he just reminded those guards that they are too vulnerable, no matter what is hidden in Fahua Temple, he has enough ability to get it Walk.

Who would be so idle and want to compete with the court's [-] imperial guards?Who has the ability to persevere in stealing after adding guards?

Either, he is a daring and peerless thief with a high degree of art, or he is an arrogant and conceited peerless idiot!

Or, neither.

Someone wanted to warn him, Han Ye, not to act rashly again. He didn't want the treasures in Fahua Temple, and he advised Han Ye not to want it. That person would not fight with him or snatch it from him. Come trap him!
That person, without showing his face, without using a single soldier, easily restrained his actions, so scheming, that person... who is it?
Han Ye sat at the desk for a long time, and thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a clue, so Han Wen kept kneeling, quietly waiting for his order.

"Father."

After a while, Han Wu suddenly opened the door and came in, reporting: "Princess Luo hosted a banquet in the mansion for the wives and young masters of An and Cao. The guests have already entered the main hall, and they said they are asking you to come over."

"The grand scholar's wife and son?" Han Ye frowned slightly. An and Cao were just powerless and pedantic civil servants. They were dispensable to the Li family. She suddenly wanted to make friends. What are you planning again?
A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Suppressing all the doubts in his heart, Han Ye got up, stepped out of the threshold steadily, bypassed the winding corridor, and before he entered the main hall, he heard Baililuo's laughter: "Mrs. An and Mrs. Cao are very lucky. The two young masters' titles on the gold list are Xuefu Wuche, which makes me very envious."

A woman said with a smile: "Princess Luo is laughing at her. She is favored by the sage, and the child was able to get on the list."

Another woman echoed: "Madam An is very right, thanks to Your Majesty's blessing."

"The two ladies are too modest." Baililuo laughed, and when she looked up, she saw a beautiful white dress outside the door. She put down the tea cup and went up, "Husband!"

When Han Ye stepped over the threshold, Bailijing took his arm affectionately, and everyone in the main hall naturally knew who was coming, and hurriedly got up to salute Han Ye.

Baililuo smiled and introduced the women and sons on the left and right sides of the main hall to Han Ye one by one: "My lord, this is the wife of the University of An, this is the second son of An, and this is the wife of the University of Cao, this is Mr. Cao."

Han Ye nodded calmly, polite and distant.

Several people took their seats again, Baililuo was still the protagonist, and smiled generously: "Husband, these two young masters are young, but they are young and promising. .”

"Oh, is that so? It really made Han Ye feel ashamed." After hearing this, Han Ye picked up the teacup and looked at the two sons, An and Cao, to show respect.

Judging from Han Ye's status and official position, An Cao and An Cao were beyond their reach in this life. Seeing this, the two stood up flattered and said repeatedly that they dared not dare.

(End of this chapter)