Chapter 412 Rolled Up
His voice sounded very gnashing, Xing Maozhi shook his head: "That's not the case, it's just that the prison is cold and there are too many rats to catch, your two princes, please bear with me." This is not good,
that is not good, just now he told them to tell the jailer if they have anything to do.
If they tell him, he will probably find some excuses to evade them.
Impatience flashed in the eyes of both of them, and they said no more, and went into their own cells.
Xing Maozhi locked up one by one, and before leaving, he did not forget to shout again: "Your Highnesses, remember to tell me if you have anything to do."
Xiao Chuji: "..."
Xiao Yanli: "..."
Dirty words.
...
Night was a time for rest. Even the screams of tortured prisoners had stopped, but the lights were still on in Xiao Yanli and Xiao Chuji's cells.
Both of them were leaning over the desk, copying Buddhist scriptures.
Compared to their calmness at the beginning, their handwriting was now a little sloppy.
Xiao Yanli stopped writing, flexed his wrist, and said aloud: "Second brother, how many volumes have you copied?"
Xiao Chuji silently looked at the manuscript of about 40 volumes beside the desk, and replied aloud: "Twenty-eight volumes."
Only twenty-eight, Xiao Yanli slightly raised his lips: "Then second brother is planning to copy fifty-four volumes?"
Xiao Chuji said in a deep voice: "That's right, how many volumes has sixth brother copied?"
Xiao Yanli looked at the manuscript next to him that had already reached fifty-four volumes, and said: "I am a little faster than second brother, thirty-two volumes."
"Then the two of us will only copy fifty-four volumes?" Xiao Chuji tried.
"Okay."
Xiao Yanli picked up the pen and said as he wrote.
What number of volumes, as long as he wrote more than Xiao Chuji, it would be enough!
...
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed since Xiao Chuji and Xiao Yanli were arrested.
Jiang Zhiyu was sunbathing leisurely with the emperor in the palace.
The weather has been getting hotter recently. Although the emperor has fallen in love with pretending to be sick and having nothing to do, he is also tired of lying in bed.
The heat is secondary. The main problem is that it is too stuffy.
So Jiang Zhiyu thought of a good idea.
In the center of the Zhongyu Garden in the harem, the emperor dug a large lake at that time. Jiang Zhiyu ordered people to put five lounge chairs in front of the lake, and ordered the workers to make five beach umbrellas according to the drawings he drew, one for each lounge chair. There were snacks and sugar water with ice cubes on the table next to them.
The emperor refused at first - it would be inappropriate to sit in a postureless manner in front of the public.
Later, he enjoyed it and was willing to leave until late at night.
[Without them, Shengjing is really peaceful and refreshing. 】
The emperor nodded silently in agreement.
"By the way, Your Majesty, you have been around and seen everything for such a long time. When will you stop pretending and go back to court?"
The corners of the emperor's raised mouth fell: "Wait a little longer, there are still some things that have not been clarified, it is not the time yet."
【It would be best if this death is the same as my previous reluctance to go to school. 】
【It still lacks a "love education". 】
【It's a pity that no one dares to hit him. 】
The emperor: "..."
He was about to speak, but heard a delicate female voice: "Ouch."
【Here it comes again. 】
The emperor came to the garden every day, and the palace maids, the newly entered concubines, and the ladies who lived in the deep palace for a long time naturally had their own ideas.
Since he can get out of bed and go out, his body must have recovered. Since he is well, it is time to come to the harem to take a look.
So every day at every time period, there would be a few people coming to try their luck.
The emperor would ask a few questions at first, but after so many times, he was too lazy to even look.
He wanted to let the Jinyiwei stand by, but after hearing Zhiyu's thoughts, he gave up the idea instantly.
After that, when someone came, he only let the eunuchs drive them away.
But today's voice was really coquettish, and the emperor stood up and looked over.
Jiang Zhiyu also lay down to watch.
[Oh, isn't this Shang Anlan? ]
[Although she didn't become the emperor's empress in the book, she became the emperor's daughter, and even married into a royal family, becoming the queen of Junggar. ]
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.
Shang Anlan? Shang Yizi's daughter, why is she in the palace?
Fu Ping had been with the emperor for many years. He could tell what he was thinking by looking at his eyes. He whispered, "After the emperor selected a new bride, Miss Shang was also among them. The emperor was seriously ill, so the selection process was suspended, but the beauties still stayed in the palace."
The emperor suddenly realized.
He was so happy every day that he almost forgot about it.
He looked at Shang Anlan from the side. She was beautiful, but she had no special features.
The emperor was not interested: "What happened to her?"
The eunuch who went to ask about it also came back at this time. Fu Ping heard it and relayed the emperor: "Your Majesty, they said that a jade pendant was lost. It was her mother's relic."
"Where did you lose it? Send a few people to help her look for it."
The emperor ordered.
Jiang Zhiyu lost interest after seeing the person clearly and continued to bask in the sun. After a while, Xing Maozhi came, followed by several guards, carrying something.
Hearing the movement, the emperor also retracted his gaze.
He stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty, these are the Buddhist scriptures copied by the princes today. The second prince has 308 volumes, and the sixth prince has 328 volumes."
The emperor: "..."
Since the first day, when Xing Maozhi carried 108 and 206 volumes, the emperor realized the seriousness of the problem.
These two days, the number of volumes has increased day by day.
Jiang Zhiyu laughed.
[The rolls are coming. ]
The emperor flipped through it and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu, who also took a general look at it: "Not bad, just bind it into a book as you did a few days ago and sell it."
Xing Maozhi responded, but his hands were still shaking slightly.
If the two knew that the Buddhist scriptures they copied after working hard all night were sold by Jiang Zhiyu, I wonder how crazy they would be. I hope
he won't cause trouble for himself.
The emperor's consent was obtained for the sale of the Buddhist scriptures. Anyway,
Xiao Chuji and Xiao Yanli copied the Buddhist scriptures with bad intentions, but just to compete with each other.
Selling the Buddhist scriptures at a low price can also allow the common people to read the Buddhist scriptures.
It is better than piling them up in the palace and being eaten by insects and wasted.
What the emperor couldn't understand was that those two people were not stupid enough to plot against him and Jiang Kang'an, so why were they so stupid that it made people laugh?
Isn't this killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of their own?
At the same time, Xiao Yanli and Xiao Chuji, who had been in prison for three sleepless days, lay on the bed that they had initially disliked, looking at the ceiling tiredly. Their
wrists were still shaking from long-term use, and both of them had black bruises under their eyes, and their eyes were also full of red bloodshot.
After closing his eyes and taking a break, Xiao Chuji couldn't help but speak: "Sixth brother, tell me the truth, how much have you copied in the past few days?"
A cold voice came from the other side: "Didn't we agree on it? Fifty-four volumes."
Xiao Chuji couldn't help but say: "Bah! What fifty-four! I think there are five hundred and four!"