Chapter 153 Asking for the Saint’s Help
Chang Suining nodded.
"Your Highness, where exactly did you say it is?" Duan asked with interest.
"Your Highness didn't tell me, but he took me to see it in my dream." Chang Suining said mysteriously: "It's in a garden, buried under a peach tree."
"In the garden, under the peach tree..." Duan thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "There are five or six gardens of varying sizes in the Princess's mansion, and there are more than one with peach trees..."
This alone is not enough as a clue to find the box.
"I remember the location in the dream very clearly. If there really is such a peach tree, I will definitely be able to recognize it." Chang Suining said.
Of course she couldn't explain it in too much detail, otherwise Duan Zhenyi would go to look for him by himself, so why would he need to take her with him?
She was not a person who would give away a box of treasures to Duan Zhenyi for no reason. The reason she brought up this matter was because there were things there that she wanted to get back.
Although there is a solution to the problem that the Queen wants to push her to be the Crown Princess, this incident has also sounded a wake-up call for her - when being thrown onto the chessboard like a chess piece, if she does not want to be powerless to resist, if she does not want to have to hurt herself to get out of it, some things must be prepared early, and some things must be held in her own hands as early as possible, in case of emergency.
Hearing that she could identify the hidden place, Duan's eyes lit up: "That's really the best!"
She is a theist and would rather believe in mysterious things.
Anyway, there's no harm in giving it a try. What if you really find it? She held Chang Suining's hand and said with a smile, "In that case, after we return to Beijing, I'll find a reason for us to go to the Princess's Mansion."
As he laughed, he was afraid of appearing too happy, so he showed a bit of sadness in front of the younger generation: "It doesn't matter whether it's something or not. The important thing is that if I can find the old things of His Highness, it will be a thought..."
Chang Suining also acted out the dream: "But it's just a dream. Maybe it's just a coincidence that I dreamed about something I was thinking about. It may not necessarily help Madam find the old things."
Being too sure of it makes one seem like there's something fishy going on.
Although... no matter from which angle you look at it, this matter was indeed caused by a ghost.
Duan patted her hands and said, "It's okay. It's good to give it a try."
As he said that, he pulled her to sit down at the table.
Duan's sadness was not all an act. She couldn't help but talk about the Princess's Mansion: "...Do you still remember the unconscious maid you met when you went to the Princess's Mansion to pay homage last time?"
Chang Suining nodded, knowing that she was talking about jade dust.
"That maid used to serve the princess. Some time ago, she suddenly left the mansion for some reason and drowned in the river behind the mansion..." Duan said, "I heard it happened more than two months ago."
I am always calm and thoughtful.
Duan Zhenyi also knew about this, so it seemed that nothing was found out in the future, so for the time being, the matter was just concluded with Yu Xie drowning.
Now Yuxie is dead in front of everyone.
But maybe one day, he will come back to life - if one day, the truth from that year needs to be known.
"Nowadays...people and things related to Your Highness are gradually drifting away." Duan said with some sadness.
Looking at his hand held by Duan, Chang Suining's comment was - it was gradually fading away, but it was still quite close in front of him.
But Duan Zhenyi's sadness at this moment didn't seem to be acted.
"No." Chang Suining said, "Isn't there still Madam who remembers Your Highness?"
Duan Zhenyi is indeed a man of loyalty, so her box of treasures can be given to Duan Zhenyi at a low price.
The box was buried in the garden of the Princess's mansion, which was located in the center of the mansion. If she went to dig it alone, she could only sneak into the mansion. Once discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.
Moreover, after the disappearance of the jade dust, the security in the Princess's Mansion was probably tighter than before. It was not an easy task to sneak into the depths of the mansion and dig out a box.
There are some things you can take risks for, and some things you can't and don't need to take risks for.
Since Duan Zhenyi had always been thinking about the box, she could use Duan Zhenyi as a cover so that she could dig openly without bringing herself unnecessary trouble.
You cannot save the money that should be spent, and you must be willing to give away the treasures that should be given away.
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After Ming Luo returned from Ming Jin, he reported Ming Jin's injuries to the Emperor of Holy Ce.
The Holy Archon Emperor raised his eyebrows and said, "He really never stays still. Even confinement for several months has not made him learn his lesson."
Ming Luo also showed a look of distress and reproach.
"I heard that he was injured while competing in a horse race with the young master of the Chang family?" asked the Emperor of the Holy Ce.
"Yes, the lady of the Chang family was also there." Ming Luo said, "But it is said that it has nothing to do with the young master of the Chang family. Ah Shen was eager to win and took away the warhorse of the late Crown Prince without permission. However, he was not good at riding and could not control the fierce warhorse. That's why he accidentally fell off the horse and was accidentally injured by the horse of the young master of the Chang family who was following closely behind."
The aunt knew what happened at the horse farm. There was no need for her to say something ambiguous and put the blame on the Chang brothers and sisters.
Such behavior is too superficial and stupid, and will only make my aunt dislike me.
She might as well be fair and generous and put all the blame on A Shen himself.
Anyway, she doesn't care what happens to A Shen.
After all, Chang Suining was going to be the future Crown Princess, so it was not worth her any more thought.
In the future, she might as well be more generous.
"He actually touched Axiao's warhorse?" The Emperor of the Holy Ce said in an unhappy tone.
"Yes." Ming Luo lowered his eyes and said, "It was placed in this Hibiscus Garden by Grand Commander Cui himself a few years ago."
"This is really reckless." The Holy Ceremonial Emperor frowned and asked, "Has Lord Cui learned about this?"
"General Cui immediately rushed to the horse farm and brought the warhorse back." Ming Luo said, "Because Ah Shen was injured, Ah Shen's fault will be investigated later."
The Holy Ceremonial Emperor's expression was slightly gloomy: "He should be punished severely and made to know that not everything he covets is his."
Her nephew is not only useless, but also thinks he is too superior to others.
Hearing the hidden meaning in the emperor's words, Ming Luo restrained his expression and did not dare to respond casually.
"But, if that's the case..." The Holy Ce Emperor suddenly thought of something, and his eyes moved slightly, "The runaway horse that the Chang family's lady controlled today was actually Ah Xiao's warhorse?"
Just now, Li Lu, the prince of Prince Rong, came to visit and explained to her what happened at the horse farm and how he was rescued by the girl from the Chang family.
Hearing the Holy Ce Emperor suddenly ask this, Ming Luo reacted for a moment before saying, "I guess that's right."
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be a sense of extension in her aunt's tone when asking this question, but she didn't know where it extended to.
"She is quite capable. She can even control Axiao's warhorse." The Emperor of the Holy Ce's voice became much lighter, and he seemed a little absent-minded.
Ming Luo couldn't guess what the emperor was thinking and could only agree with him.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Until the Holy Ceremonial Emperor spoke again: "Is the dinner ready?"
"Your Majesty, everything is ready."
Today is the last day of the flower show. This last dinner will not be held in the dining hall, but in the Hibiscus Garden. The banquet will be set up outdoors and will be a night banquet for viewing the Mid-Autumn Moon.
According to calculations and observations by the Imperial Observatory, the biggest and roundest moon of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be on August 17, which is why the moon-viewing banquet is scheduled for tonight.
The news that the eldest son of the Ming family was injured spread like wildfire, but this did not affect the singing, dancing and toasting at the dinner.
Duke Ying still appeared at the moon-viewing banquet, with his two sons sitting below him, but his wife was not seen.
The seats for men and women were arranged on the left and right, with music and dancing in the middle. Each side was occupied by two people, sharing a small table filled with seasonal fruits, exquisite mooncakes, and delicious wines.
The beautiful scenery and fine wine aroused people's interest. Some officials recited poems to the moon, and the Emperor Shengce raised his glass to invite his ministers to drink together. It seemed that the monarch and his ministers were in harmony.
"Why can't I see my elder brother?" Cui Lang looked everywhere but couldn't see his elder brother.
"The eldest son must be busy with official business." Yi Hu, who was kneeling beside him, guessed, "The emperor will return to the capital tomorrow, and the eldest son must have a lot of things to arrange."
The Xuan Ce Army had the duty of guarding the capital. Whenever Emperor Shengce traveled, in addition to the imperial guards, he would also often appoint the Xuan Ce Army to accompany him for protection.
"That's right, my elder brother is a very busy man." Cui Lang said with regret, "It's a pity to waste such good wine, beautiful scenery, songs and dances."
Since his elder brother was not around, he might as well take over his elder brother's share.
Cui Lang wanted to drink and enjoy the singing and dancing, but for some reason, his eyes kept looking uncontrollably towards the women's seats opposite. Let alone enjoying the dance, he even began to feel that the sleeves of the dancers were really a nuisance and he wished he could take a pair of scissors and cut them all off.
At the ladies' table, Chang Suining and Qiao Yumian sat together. A neighboring girl invited them to drink fruit wine together, but Chang Suining declined and drank tea instead.
Chang Suining held the unfinished cup of osmanthus honey tea and looked up at the moon.
The moon was full and bright, so close that it gave people the illusion that they could reach it by just finding a high pavilion.
Cui Jing was also looking at the full moon in the sky.
He stood in a long corridor, with moonlight pouring into the corridor, overlapping with the light cast by the lanterns hanging in the corner, stretching and lengthening the shadow behind him.
The young man was tall and straight, dressed in a round-necked purple robe of a first-rank military officer. The animal patterns embroidered on the chest, back, shoulders and sleeves made him look awe-inspiring. In addition, the young man had a distant aura and a sword at his side, making him seem even more unattainable and unapproachable in the night.
The moonlight, with its autumn chill, shone into the young man's eyes and brows, but it did not add any chill to his cold eyes and brows. Instead, it made his eyes reveal a hazy tranquility.
He seldom felt such peace and tranquility.
This peace comes from the bright moon he is looking at.
This bright moon is out of reach, destined to remain so, and can only be seen from afar.
And at this moment, this distant light seemed to fall on him.
Cui Jing stretched out his right hand. The palm of that big hand with distinct joints was a little rough, but the moonlight falling on it was exceptionally soft.
And his action of holding up that ray of silent moonlight was cherishing and pious.
Yuan Xiang came over and asked curiously, "Grand Commander, what are you receiving?"
He also reached out his hand outside the corridor to answer it, but there was clearly nothing there.
Cui Jing came back to his senses, uncomfortably put his right hand behind his back, and asked as seriously as possible, "Is everything arranged?"
"Yes, everything has been arranged according to the instructions of the Grand Commander, and we will return to Beijing tomorrow." Yuan Xiang answered and asked, "Now that everything is done, would the Grand Commander like to sit at the banquet?"
“Then I won’t go.” Cui Jing walked out of the corridor.
He didn't like attending banquets, and the banquet was already half over.
As for that plan, after some discussion during the day, they decided to schedule the timing for the Double Ninth Festival harvest ceremony next month to worship ancestors.
In her words, there is no need to be too hasty about this matter. The decree to grant the marriage will not be issued tomorrow, and there will inevitably be a "fight" in the court for a while. It is better to wait and see for a while. In case Changsun wins, she can be eliminated passively, and there will be no need to trouble him to come forward.
If you can borrow the power of others, there is no reason to let your own people do the work - this is what she said, and it is indeed in line with her usual style. At that time, she actually regarded him as one of her own.
She has no shortage of solutions, nor does she lack the patience and determination to wait for better and more labor-saving solutions to emerge.
Well, that is to say, his plan is just a bottom line, and in fact, there is a high possibility that he will not be able to help again.
Thinking of this, Cui Jing wanted to laugh.
But it doesn't matter whether he can help or not, as long as she can solve the problem smoothly. If he can do it, he is willing to support her, and it doesn't matter whether she needs it or not.
"Grand Commander, you seem to be in a good mood today." Yuan Xiang said with a smile after leaving the corridor.
Cui Jing paused for a moment: "Is there?"
"Yes!" Yuan Xiang nodded heavily and couldn't help asking, "Are you happy about something?"
"Um."
Cui Jing did not deny it.
Yuan Xiang's eyes lit up: "Then talk to your subordinates and let them be happy with you!"
After all, this is very rare!
Cui Jing: “No.”
The rejection was concise and to the point.
Yuanxiang was anxious but at a loss as to what to do - other people only report good news and not bad news, but his own commander-in-chief did not even report good news. He finally had something happy happen, but he was happy about it secretly to himself. Could it be possible that if he shared this happiness with others?
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In Furong Garden, the moon-viewing banquet is coming to an end.
Li Lu, the prince of Rong, put the second glass of wine into his mouth. The wine was spicy and he choked and started coughing.
The personal eunuch looked nervous and patted his back quickly: "Why did you want to drink, my prince? You never drink alcohol on weekdays, how can you choke after two glasses of wine in a row..."
It was rare that the prince did not fall ill from the frightened horse incident today, so why did he suddenly go against his usual behavior and start drinking?
It was unknown whether it was due to the cough or the wine, but Li Lu's face turned slightly red. Then, as if he had mustered up some courage, he stood up from his seat, walked to the front of the crowd, raised his hand and saluted the Emperor of the Holy Ce: "My nephew dares to ask the Saint for help on something."
There was silence all around, and everyone at the table looked over.
The Holy Ce Emperor had just noticed his drinking, and seeing his demeanor at this moment, he asked with a smile, "Do you have a girl you like and want me to grant you marriage?"
This Hibiscus Flower Banquet is not only about choosing the future Crown Princess, but also about choosing a good match for the royal family members. And Li Lu's marriage is something she had promised herself in advance - as long as he finds someone he likes at the banquet, she will definitely make it happen.
But even if the word "as long as" is there, the other party's choice will also become a reference.
The Emperor of the Holy Ce was somewhat curious about which girl the only son of Prince Rong would choose.
“Yes, my nephew does have someone he likes…” Prince Rong’s tone was a little hesitant, but he finally made up his mind, and he knelt down in front of the Emperor of the Holy Ce with his robe lifted up.
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