Chapter 266: Will (Part 2)

This statement is both calm and cute.

Fu Yi didn't find it ridiculous.

He replied seriously, "Very big."

At the same time, he extended his hand to Wu Xun: "Go get some paper and pen."

Wu Xun came back to his senses in a daze.

What he had just said was clearly unorthodox and totally against etiquette and laws, but for some reason it made his heart surge with emotion.

"I...I'll go ask the people in Pei Mansion for it!"

Wu Xun went there without stopping and came back at full speed, not even taking a breath. He stood there obediently adding water and grinding the ink.

Fu Yi and Cheng Nianying had already come to sit down in front of the bamboo stool. Fu Yi picked up his brush and began to draw a picture for Cheng Nianying carefully: "The imperial mausoleum is usually divided into two inner and outer cities, as big as this... and there are also royal relatives and important ministers buried around it, like stars surrounding the moon."

"Under the mausoleum, the eaves are high and the corridors are winding, and there are also sleeping halls and side rooms..."

Cheng Nianying stared at the lines that slowly emerged on the paper, piecing together a truly magnificent tomb.

It should no longer be called a tomb.

It is a mausoleum.

The same as a hill.

After I die, I will sleep in a grave as big as a mountain.

Those I love, those who love me, will be buried beside me.

My soul has a home.

Cheng Nianying smacked her lips and couldn't help but agree seriously: "It's really big."

Fu Yi's heart moved slightly, he felt so cute.

He put down his pen, looked up, and said with a genuine smile, "Yes."

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On the other side, King Liang strode ahead, looking quite aggressive.

He was the most senior person in the group, and the others couldn't catch up with him, nor did they dare to stop him. But the master's heart was secretly tense. What was he in such a hurry to do?

King Liang walked for a while in silence, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Where is this road leading to?"

The master paused: "?"

The one behind me suddenly stopped, and we almost tripped each other.

Prince Liang coughed awkwardly and said, "There's no one to lead the way."

The Master: “…”

Aren't you walking too fast?

"I will lead the way for King Liang." Pei Yuanwei pushed through the crowd and took three or two steps to the front of King Liang.

The atmosphere was subtle for a moment.

Prince Liang whispered, "...I heard Xiao He earlier talk about how great the fourth branch of the Pei Mansion is. If you don't mind, please take me to the courtyard to talk."

Pei Yuanwei didn't even twitch his eyebrows. "There are women in the courtyard, so it's inconvenient to bring Prince Liang in. If Prince Liang has nothing else to do, why don't you come with me to the library to appreciate the rare book?"

It sounded strange to ask a military commander to go to the library to appreciate a rare book, but King Liang nodded.

Yin Huiyi, who was left alone, cleared his throat and took charge of the situation: "I know you all must have a lot of doubts in your hearts, so why not let me clear them up for you?"

The master hurriedly said politely, "I dare not."

Yin Huiyi: "You're welcome."

After a lot of tugging among the scholars, they were dragged to the front hall.

"In fact, before His Majesty passed away, he left behind a will that was never issued." Yin Huiyi sat down, holding the teacup in one hand but not drinking.

He paused for a moment and said seriously, "Everyone knows that His Royal Highness Prince Liang has remained unmarried until now because he helped our Great Huan to quell the war."

Of course, this isn't the reason, but who knows the truth? And who would dare to speak up?

"Until recently, Commander Jiang of the Imperial Guards unexpectedly found the wandering flesh and blood of King Liang among the common people. Your Majesty was deeply moved by King Liang's selfless devotion to Dahuan and was determined to compensate King Liang's flesh and blood generously!"

"So they first entered her name into the Imperial Book of Records, gave her a number of slaves, and allowed her to have her own household soldiers..."

It doesn't matter who Xiaohe is born to. What matters is that her father recognizes her identity, that she will inherit the rights from her father, and that she is her father's only blood.

As long as the superiors want, there are ten thousand ways to fabricate the story of her mother and her specific origins.

Yin Huiyi said this without even blinking.

Everyone in the Pei residence fell silent upon hearing this.

Why did Fu Yi come to welcome the "Crown Prince"... and what Yin Huiyi said finally made sense!

Xiaohe...King Liang’s flesh and blood!

The eldest master's first reaction was to check on his brother's expression. But, no, he had taken Prince Liang to the library!

I'm afraid there will be a big conflict between the two!

…

Everyone in the Pei family loves reading and has built a library.

Pei Yuanwei stepped in and reached out to grab a knife from the shelf.

King Liang was startled, but he didn't try to dodge. He watched Pei Yuanwei draw his sword and swing it towards his neck.

"...Master Pei Si knows who I am?"

"How could you not know when you came here like this?" Pei Yuanwei said coldly, "I've been looking for him for so many years, but I never thought that he was the upright King Liang, praised by everyone in the Huan Dynasty..."

King Liang wished he could find a hole to hide in.

His face was stiff: "You do it."

"I do want to." Pei Yuanwei clenched his teeth, making a creaking sound.

The last time he lost his composure like this was when he killed Chu Zhen.

"Prince Liang looks like he's ready to be beaten or killed... it's just that he knows that the Pei family can't do anything to you." Pei Yuanwei had a fire burning in his chest that he couldn't vent.

King Liang opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to apologize effectively.

He could only say: "Then give me the knife, I will do it myself..."

After saying that, he started to grab it.

Pei Yuanwei didn't let go. He shouted, "Let's not talk about the past today. What are you trying to do by coming to our house with such fanfare? Are you planning to exploit your own flesh and blood?"

Prince Liang was stunned at first. He didn't expect that the Pei family would protect Xiaohe in this way.

He hurriedly said, "How could it be! I can't even love her enough!"

He didn't finish his words.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching hurriedly outside.

The people who came to mediate came.

"Pei Yuanwei!" It was a woman's voice, "Don't act rashly!"

At first glance, her voice sounds similar to Chu Zhen's, but her tone is softer and her tone is firm yet gentle.

Pei Yuanwei's expression changed in an instant.

He threw the knife in his hand to the feet of King Liang, turned around, walked around King Liang, and retreated to the door.

Chu Lin outside the door had already quickly opened it, stretched out her hand, and pulled Pei Yuanwei out.

In the past, Prince Liang had never been able to see what the woman from Prince Ding's mansion looked like.

I didn’t know at that time.

But I still haven’t seen it yet.

Today I dare not look directly at it.

He turned his eyes and caught a glimpse of Nara Pei Yuanwei's wrist, which was embroidered with butterfly patterns on the cuffs.

It is not easy to burn incense in Pei's house, and no fragrance can be smelled.

He just stood there in a daze, listening to the footsteps fade away, and hearing Mrs. Pei Fourth nervously escort her husband away.

King Liang suddenly drooped and lowered his head to pick up the knife on the ground.

He slowly walked out of the library, only to see the servants of the Pei Mansion already waiting outside the door. They immediately came forward to greet him: "Your Highness Prince Liang..."

Prince Liang said gravely, "This prince...suddenly remembered that he had something to say to Prince Danshuo. You lead the way."

…

In the small courtyard, the wind blew between Cheng Nianying and the other person, making the thin piece of paper rustle.

The wind makes people feel gentle for no reason.

Fu Yi opened his lips slowly, but no words came out.

Prince Liang hurried in, pulled out a bamboo stool, and thrust it between the two of them.

She looked up with a sigh and said, "Why are there so many rules in the world? Men can marry wives and concubines, and women can also have two husbands."

Fu Yi suddenly looked at him coldly, his smile grim: "What did your highness say?"