The Trick to Teasing a Noble Family’s Son

After autumn, the drizzle continued. The rain washed the blood flowing down from the imperial road, soaking the black upper of the visitor.

"Oh, Lord Xie," the spy eunuch's voice rang, holding an umbrella, and panicking while looking at his shoes: "Your shoes are all wet! Come, come and get a pair for Master Xie. The new shoes and socks are coming! What kind of vision do you see?!"

The **** was anxious, and the little **** next to him quickly ran away, trembling body stepping on the stagnant water, splashing all over the floor.

The guards lined up in two groups, not squinting, occasionally looking at the eunuch, with a look of disdain in their eyes, as if they were going to see a dead person.

The great **** Wang Guoliang, who was once a figure of power in the ruling party, made people scream nine thousand years old in private. His position was high and his temper was naturally big. There are countless Zhongliang who has been ruined in his hands. This is the one in front of him. He has been offended many times.

This Xie family concubine, step by step, climbed up from the aristocracy, originally thought that the position of prime minister was his end. Who ever thought that he was the other way around?

Oh no, who would dare to say that he was a rebellion? It was obvious that the prince was conspiring to rebel, and he brought troops to Qingjun's side.

Only the three princes were cleared away, but the child who was less than eight years old and his mother were hiding in the harem, trembling awaiting the verdict of the Yan Wangye. Everyone knows that the direction of Da Chu's wind has changed. In the future, the man in front of him covers the sky with his hands, that is, Wang Guoliang, who can only crouch and polish his shoes.

The rain was getting heavier, and the man stepped on the last step and said calmly to Wang Guoliang, "Go back."

Without seeing the anger, Wang Guoliang couldn't get any information about his fate from his face. He could only make a surrender gesture as much as he could, bowed his head and said: "Yes," he crouched, and sent the man to the door, and said: "Thank you, sir, if you have anything to do, please give me instructions."

The man didn't say a word, and gave Wang Guoliang a squint with his pretty eyes.

He is very outstanding, with shallow eyebrows, looking like mountains and water from a distance, but with an indescribable meaning, as if it were a landscape ink painting, lightly and shallowly, but exceptionally beautiful and profound.

Twenty years ago, he was already a famous man in Shengjing. Twenty years later, he has changed from the inconspicuous Xie Jiashiro into a powerful minister, but his appearance is only more prosperous. Time and a half are gone.

Wang Guoliang was taken aback by him, but his gaze didn't stop for a while, and he stepped into the hall.

The hall was already empty, and the man's footsteps echoed in the hall, particularly loud. He frowned, opened the bead curtain, and then saw the calm woman behind the bead curtain.

She was wearing a luxurious golden robe with a golden crown on her head, and golden finger cots on her fingers. She looked very rich, and she was obviously only sitting here after being well-dressed.

She was holding a boy by her hand, already terrified, trembling not daring to speak, and glancing at people from time to time.

The man looked at the woman in the seat with obvious horror but still pretending to be calm, and was silent. After a long time, he finally spoke out and slowly said: "In the future, you will be the queen mother."

The woman was taken aback for a moment, tears welled up, and said hoarsely: "Fourth brother..."

As she said, she let go of the boy, like a girl who rushed over, rushed into his arms, held him, and burst into tears.

"I know you won't leave me, brother four. No one will be able to separate us in the future..."

"Wan Qing..." The man sighed, seemingly at a loss, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, for a long time, and finally said: "You are in my heart, always just like my sister..."

As soon as he spoke, he felt a pain in his abdomen. Before he recovered, he was stabbed several times by the opponent.

He raised his head inconceivably, and saw the woman in front of him smiling grimly with tears: "You..."

"My sister?" The woman laughed loudly: "Who is rare to be your sister! If you can't be the father of my child, then I will let Zhang Shangshu be your sister!"

Zhang Shangshu?

He suddenly raised his head, realized it instantly, and was shocked in his heart.

Unexpectedly...she actually did this...

What was even more unexpected was that Zhang Sheng, the servant, had such courage...

"Xie Zichen," the woman watched him fall to the ground, thrusting the knife into the ground, and said angrily: "Go to hell!"

"Wan Qing!"

With a scream, Xie Zichen woke up from his dream.

Outside was the pattering sound of Qiu Yu. The night wind was a little louder, and the windows slapped. Xie Zichen was panting in bed. After a while, I heard someone outside the door say: "My son, have you had a nightmare?"

"Nothing."

Xie Zichen recovered slowly, said something to someone outside, then closed his eyes and fell back on the bed.

This is the second time he has dreamt about something in his previous life. The first time he returned to this body was when he was only twelve years old and there was no one by his side. At the beginning, he thought that he might have had an extremely absurd dream. He actually dreamed that one day he became the regent, and his wife became the concubine of his majesty. This is not a dream, what is it?

However, when he discovered that he had read all the books taught by the Master overnight, and everything in the dream came true, he could no longer regard it as a dream.

These are all about to happen!

He will be betrayed several times in his life, and he will eventually be killed by a woman who has been a younger sister since childhood!

When he thought of this, he felt uncomfortable, but after thinking about it quietly, he found that the more troublesome thing was not the wife Wang Wanqing who was married by fingertips, but the fact that she was going to face the palace companion soon.

Now he is fourteen years old. He clearly remembers that when he was fourteen years old, the palace selected candidates for study among the descendants of the family. There were only two children from the Xie family, Xie Jie, the three-bedroom son, and the second-bedroom son.

Counting it all, Xie Jie is the son of a prostitute. In any case, this matter is not his turn, but unfortunately, just a few days before the selection of companions, the teacher in the family school and the head of the family praised his literary talent. When Xie Jie learned of this, he was worried that he would fight for the place to go to the palace, so he moved his hands and feet immediately when he was invited for an autumn tour, causing him to fall into a limp.

He has been lame for a lifetime, and for this reason, it is much harder for him to become an official than ordinary people. If it weren’t for him to first vote in the accounts of the three princes, and then the three princes became the emperor...

Thinking of this, Xie Zichen closed his eyes and made up his mind.

In this life, he is much better than in his previous life. Don't talk about the teachers in the clan school. Even the teachers in the Taixue have praised his poetry. Xie Jie will definitely not give up. Only this time, he didn't plan to wait for Xie Jie to do it, so he did it himself.

However, no one is available in his hands. To do it, it is best to find someone who can't get away from him...

Xie Zichen looked at the curtain of the bed and carefully passed everyone in Beijing.

Look for someone who has never been in contact with him in the past, so that it will be difficult to find him;

Find someone who does things cleanly and has someone in his hands, so that he can do things easily;

Find someone who is currently in a weak position and needs your own help, so that there is room for negotiation and alliances;

Still looking for someone who can end well in the future...

With these conditions, I passed the elder brothers in Beijing, Xie Zichen suddenly found that he had a headache, and it seemed that no one met his requirements.

He tossed and turned on the bed. When he got up early in the morning, the servant Alai saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes and hurriedly said, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Xie Zichen didn't speak, and waved his hand, let Allai put the crown on him, got up and said, "Go to the palace."

He has a good relationship with Wang Ning, the concubine of the Wang family. Wang Ning has a lot more friends than him. Maybe he can ask something.

Allai prepared a carriage, and Xie Zichen got into the carriage and walked slowly towards the palace.

Shengjing was always lively and people came and went. Xie Zichen closed his eyes in the carriage. The noise outside fell in, causing Xie Zichen a headache. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. At this moment, he suddenly heard outside. The neighing sound of the horse came, and then the carriage stopped abruptly. Xie Zichen held onto the wall of the carriage. Before he could speak, he listened to Alai angrily said: "Which son of your family, how can you ride a horse like this? "

"Sorry." A clear voice came over. The texture of the voice was like jade hitting porcelain, and he could not distinguish between men and women. He said gently and politely: "Wei Lan, in the Hou Mansion of the Long Letter, ran into the son because of an urgent matter. I hope to forgive me. I must visit my door every day to apologize personally."

After speaking, the man beat his horse and left.

The gust of wind rolled up the curtain, allowing Xie Zichen to see the boy outside from the carriage.

The moonlight-colored wide-sleeved robe, the jade crown is half-wrapped, it should be the appearance of driving a horse in a hurry, but the person on the horse is calm, as if there is a century of famous heritage, so he can just drive a horse at will. Extraordinarily romantic.

Allai murmured outside, and drove forward again in the carriage. Xie Zichen rubbed his jade pendant around his waist, thinking about the name Wei Lan seriously.

Changxin Hou Mansion, Wei Lan...

He thought carefully.

Most of the Marquis of Da Chu were rewarded by the founding of the country, and the ancestor of the Changxin Marquis was a famous general, and he has always been highly regarded by the emperor. Only this generation of Long Xinhou is dull and unsocial, and can do nothing but fight. He did not help the present-day sage during the battle of seizing a protagonist, which made the emperor bear a grudge, so he has been sent to guard at the frontier fortress, and he has not returned to Shengjing for more than ten years.

Later, Changxinhou died unexpectedly on the way back to Beijing. His son succeeded in the waiting place. He died of tuberculosis within two years and was replaced by Wei Yan in the second room. This Wei Yan was a thief, following the prince, but in front of the third prince's rape, insatiable, lawless when serving as the prefect of the local government, so he let Xie Zichen, who was only the official book of the criminal ministry at that time, be killed. Changxin Hou's Mansion has since been in depression...

However, this is also a matter of the previous life.

In this life, this elder son named Wei Lan did not repeat the same mistakes. He was born out of nowhere, and when he appeared before the eyes of the world, he carried a lot of military exploits. Legend has it that he sneaked from Changxinhou’s Mansion to the frontier at the age of twelve, and then started from the bottom of the soldiers. At the age of fourteen, he personally assassinated General Di Jie in a battle with Di Jie and obtained first-class military merit. Known. Some time ago, he was called back from the frontier fortress by the emperor.

Thinking of this, Xie Zichen suddenly opened his eyes, and said coldly: "Go home!"

"Huh?" Allai was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Yes, yes."

He wondered, thinking it was the son's whim, he wanted to follow the example of those romantic son brothers, and come back to a graceful thing halfway after losing interest.

However, Xie Zichen on the carriage had only one thought.

——It is Wei Lan.

I have never been old with myself, do things cleanly, hold a private soldier in his hand, and there are two uncles who are gazing at the position of Changxinhou. The inner house is said to be a mess...

This person is perfect!