Chapter 189 He No Longer Has a Home
Prince Jing's Mansion
Lu Wensheng got straight to the point, "Were they assassins sent by you?"
Xiao Xun's concubine Zhu was singing and dancing. He was drunk but was interrupted. He was not annoyed. He just raised his glass and looked over, chuckling:
"Why can't I understand what my uncle is saying?"
Lu Wensheng looked at him with his sharp eyes, cold and frosty, "You will be going to be a vassal the day after tomorrow, why are you making such a big fuss?"
"Didn't I tell you long ago that I have my own plans, Pei Jian? Aren't you leaving room for further gossip by doing this?"
"Intend?"
Xiao Xun laughed loudly, "Uncle is really good at calculating. You expect me to be a fool and be fooled by you, and then wait to be bitten by Pei Zhen, the dog, so that my father will be extremely disappointed in me and send me away to my fiefdom?"
"My dear uncle, no wonder you always tell me to wait. Don't be anxious. Just wait in the mansion."
Xiao Xun stared at Lu Wensheng with his cold and fierce eyes:
"You never intended to help me succeed. You just kept delaying and letting Pei Jian manipulate you. Unfortunately, my mother and I only consider our blood relationship as trustworthy. I was deceived by you in vain."
"Now that I have been driven out of the capital by my father, you can bring out the 'evidence' that Pei Jian has framed me and arrest him. Lu Wensheng, you are really a good person."
"Your troublesome nephew has been banished to his fiefdom, and your rival in love has been overthrown. There is no threat to you anymore. Will you be able to marry the beauty next?"
Xiao Xun poured another glass of wine and drank it all, then smashed the glass to the ground, his face full of gloomy satisfaction:
"Uncle, what a pity! I am not a three-year-old child. I cannot be manipulated by you without knowing it. You and I are always in the same boat. If I win, you will benefit. If I lose, the entire Fuguo Mansion will be buried with me!"
When Xiao Xun was furious, Lu Wensheng just listened quietly. It was not until he said that the entire Lu family would be buried with him that his expression suddenly changed. He lowered his voice and spoke in a dignified manner:
"You want to rebel?"
He has always been meticulous in his work, and at this time he was even more cautious. He thought for a moment, "The Imperial City is guarded by the Imperial Guards. Even if you have Fang Zan to help you, once something happens, the Imperial Guards will be responsible for guarding the city gates to resist foreign invasions. Fang Zan's troops will not be able to attack the Imperial City at all."
From the moment he saw Xiao Xun, Lu Wensheng realized that something was wrong. For a proud prince, being granted a fiefdom was a devastating blow, but Xiao Xun was not at all servile, and instead seemed somewhat complacent.
That only means that he has found support again.
The only person who can help him revive his power now is Fang Zan, the Minister of the Shaanxi Provincial Government.
Fang Zan has military power.
But it was still not right. Fang Zan would not be stupid enough to rebel for a prince who was banished from the capital. This was no joke.
Everything happens for a reason.
However, the most important link is missing here - Your Majesty!
Xiao Xun clapped his hands twice, "As expected of a Duke of Fuguo, he is indeed very thoughtful."
He half-closed his eyes, flashing a cruel light, "How do you plan to surrender, uncle?"
"I will forgive you for your previous plot against me. As long as you help me succeed, the Lu family will receive supreme honor."
Lu Wensheng pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "What are you going to do? What about the Crown Prince?"
"Xiao Heng?"
Xiao Xun smiled contemptuously, "He wants to go to Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, so he should stay there and never return to the capital."
…
Pei Jian had a long dream.
In his dreams, he no longer dreamed of their cozy little house, but of the empty and frightening large yard. He was busy with work every day and often did not return home for several days.
Once in the study, when he was flipping through a book, a thin piece of paper lightly fell on the blue brick.
The paper was painted with light-colored patterns of flowers and birds, but it had turned yellow over time. Nianxi liked these delicate things and sometimes burned incense. He picked up the paper from the ground, and Nianxi's beautiful handwriting came into view.
"Pei Jian, why haven't you come back yet?"
“Pei Shizhang! Pei Shizhang! Pei Shizhang!”
"My dear, I haven't seen you for a few days."
"Pei Shizhang, I will never pay attention to you again!"
A piece of paper was filled with her thoughts about him at that time.
Pei Yan, why don’t you go home yet?
Because, because I no longer have a home.
Suddenly, he was no longer a bystander, he became Pei Jian holding his wife's paper towel.
Nianxi, I'm back.
Are you still waiting for me to come home?
Are you still willing to wait for me to come home?
Pei Jian squatted beside the wide desk, crying. He wanted to say once again, once again, "Nianxi, I'm back."
Can she hear me?
Can Nian Xi, who is trapped in the square mansion, who is in endless waiting, hear it?
Can she still wait until her husband returns home?
…
When Pei Jian woke up, two nights had passed since the assassination. He was still weak, but his life was safe.
Qin Lang was sitting aside arguing with Wen Qingheng.
Qin Lang's leg injury was very serious. The imperial physician said that the injury affected his tendons and bones, and he would not be able to run or jump in the future and could only walk slowly.
Mother Qin cried bitterly about this, but Qin Lang was very open-minded. "I am a scholar, not a military commander. Father always said that I was not stable enough. Now I won't jump out of control anymore. How great."
On the one hand, he was optimistic by nature, and on the other hand, he felt quite proud of Pei Jian's injury.
When he was in the Imperial College, Pei Jian was too dazzling and always seemed cold and indifferent. Except for being with Gu Ci, he always treated people like them coldly. If he hadn't been lucky enough to be in the same courtyard with Pei Jian, they would probably be just casual friends now.
It’s different now. Qin Lang is Pei Shizhang’s savior!
After death, he will be memorialized by the descendants of the Pei family!
Wen Qingheng disliked him for being thick-skinned and talking too much, "Why did you hurt your leg but not your mouth?"
Qin Lang chuckled, "You are stupid, a leg injury can be healed with a sword, but how can a mouth injury be healed with a sword?"
Wen Qingheng was diligent and eager to learn, so he asked, "What do you use?"
Qin Lang: "Of course I use my mouth~"
Wen Qingheng: ...
"Do you usually talk to Shi Zhang like this?"
"No, he doesn't like to hear that."
Wen Qingheng: "...I shouldn't have come to see you."
The two were arguing when Wen Qingheng turned his head and saw Pei Jian had woken up. He hurried over and said, "Shi Zhang, you finally woke up! Qin Lang and I were very worried about you. You didn't know that you had a fever last night, and it was very severe."
He put his hand on Pei Jian's forehead and nodded with relief, "It's finally better now."
Pei Jian's dark eyes narrowed as he looked at Wen Qingheng, and the first words he said were:
"Nianxi, how is she?"