Chapter 91 Inside Story
After finally meeting a arrogant playboy, Li Nuo still couldn't enter the country. He was still a little disappointed.
I returned to the county government office in the afternoon and dealt with the remaining cases. When I got home and saw my wife and Mu'er, I felt better.
He handed the flower arrangement he had brought from Yuyin Pavilion to Song Jiaren and said, "My lady, this is for you."
Song Jiaren reached out to take the vase and felt that the flowers in the vase looked pleasing to the eye and had a kind of beauty that was hard to describe.
Li Nuo went back to his room and selected a book. When he took it out to read, he found his wife sitting on the stone table, looking a little distressed.
She took out and put back the flowers in the vase.
Li Nuo walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Jiaren pointed at the vase and said, "Mu'er took out a flower just now, and no matter how I put it, it didn't seem as beautiful as before..."
Li Nuo showed helplessness on his face.
He took this vase of flowers from Yuyin Pavilion to the county government office, and then brought it back from the county government office. He was very careful along the way, fearing that it would be bumped or the branches would be moved. It was certainly not an ordinary vase of flowers.
To be precise, this is the art of flower arrangement.
Those flowers were not inserted randomly.
Flower arrangement requires the selection of materials based on certain ideas. The number, height, angle of the selected branches and even the container of the flower arrangement are all important.
A good flower arrangement can be pleasing to the eye and can bring spiritual joy at just one look.
Don’t underestimate it as just a vase and a few flowers. To arrange flowers well, you must not only understand flowers, but also have a certain aesthetic sense. This kind of aesthetic sense often needs to be cultivated through years of painting...
Flower arrangement looks simple, but it is actually a more difficult skill than playing the musical instrument, chess, calligraphy and painting.
My wife can't even recognize all the characters, let alone this difficult art.
Seeing her distressed look, Li Nuo had no choice but to comfort her: "Forget it if you can't change back. I'll bring you another bottle next time."
The women in Yuyin Pavilion are all multi-talented, and among them there are obviously experts in flower arrangement.
At worst, he could let her put in another bottle, even if he had to pay for it.
Song Yu, with a bruised face and nose, stepped into the yard, limped over, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, you're back..."
Song Jiaren glanced at him. Song Yu often fought with others outside, so it was common for him to be injured. But this time, he was indeed more embarrassed than before.
After Song Yu came, she took the vase of flowers into the room and planned to try again.
These flowers are exactly the same as before, why can't she arrange them in their original way?
Song Yu sat opposite Li Nuo and clasped his fists to him: "Thank you so much, brother-in-law, for today."
Li Nuo waved his hand, "I've said it so many times, we're a family, don't say thank you, I've said it before, as long as you don't cause trouble, few people in Chang'an can bully you."
Song Yu was still a little worried and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of Li Yuan, but he works for Prince Ji, who is not someone to be trifled with. I'm afraid he will cause trouble for my brother-in-law..."
Although Li Nuo did not know Prince Ji, he knew Butler Wu.
If there were any risks in this matter, he would have warned him long ago.
He patted Song Yu's shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry, I'm not someone you can easily mess with..."
Chang'an, Prince Ji's Palace.
Inside a magnificent palace, the sound of thrilling music continued to play, and dancers in light gauze twisted their graceful bodies in the center of the palace.
The young man, with a noble look between his brows, lay lazily on the couch.
Although the dancers in the hall were charming, he was already tired of playing with them.
No matter how beautiful or charming a woman is, you will get tired of her if you sleep with her too much. This is something he understood when he was twelve years old.
Li Yuan said that there was a prostitute in Chang'an who was proficient in everything from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was especially well versed in the art of war.
He had slept with many women who were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he had never met one who was well versed in military strategy.
It must be said that this woman took a different approach and piqued his interest.
He would test her tonight to see if she really understood the art of war.
He cannot compete with his older brothers for the throne. Life is short, so he might as well enjoy it.
Compared to being an emperor, he would rather try all the delicacies in the world, drink all the finest wines in the world, and sleep with all the beauties in the world.
Of course, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be emperor, it’s just that his mother gave birth to him too late.
When he was still wetting the bed, his elder brothers, who were also emperors, had already begun to accumulate their own followers in the court. How could he fight against them since he was born, since he was more than ten years behind others?
He had understood this principle a long time ago, so he had never thought of competing for the throne.
Looking up at the dancers below, he waved his hands and said, "Alright, alright, you've been dancing around, still doing these tricks, get off now!"
The dancers immediately stopped dancing, knelt down to salute, and hurriedly retreated.
At this moment, someone walked into the hall and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Li Yuan wants to see you."
Hearing Li Yuan's name, Prince Ji finally became interested. He sat up straight and said, "Let him in."
Soon, a figure walked into the hall.
Prince Ji looked up and was startled. He blurted out, "Who are you?"
A figure with a swollen pig head below said in a crying voice: "Your Highness, I am Li Yuan!"
Prince Ji vaguely recognized Li Yuan's voice and asked in shock, "Why did you become like this?"
Li Yuan’s head was so swollen that even his own father wouldn’t be able to recognize him.
Li Yuan cried and complained: "I originally wanted to bring that woman who knows the art of war to His Highness, but someone interfered. Not only did I fail to do His Highness's job, but I was also beaten by him..."
Prince Ji stood up and frowned, "Who is so bold?"
Li Yuan said: "He is Li Xuanjing's son."
Prince Ji sat back down.
He is a prince of the first rank, so of course he is not afraid of Li Xuanjing.
But Li Xuanjing was not afraid of him either.
The two people are unable to do anything to each other. The difference is that although he does not fight for the throne, he also has some followers and his own supporters.
Li Xuanjing couldn't touch him, but he could touch his subordinates.
If I make him angry, he will definitely take it out on other people.
Li Xuanjing was a solitary person and had no friends in the court. Prince Ji didn't even know who to vent his anger on.
The son of the former Chang'an County Magistrate broke the law and wanted to seek his protection. Before he could do anything, both father and son died in the Dali Temple's prison...
Li Xuanjing couldn't even protect the people he wanted to kill.
Prince Ji looked at Li Yuan and asked, "How did you offend him?"
Li Yuan lowered his head and honestly recounted what had happened.
After hearing this, Prince Ji waved his hands and said, "Forget it. She's just a prostitute. I don't want her anymore. If Li Xuanjing finds out, he'll use it as an excuse. I don't want to offend him..."
After a while, Li Yuan walked out of Prince Ji's Mansion dejectedly.
His Royal Highness Prince Ji was afraid of Li Xuanjing and was unwilling to stand up for him, so he took the beating in vain.
But he really couldn't swallow this.
It was not until he left Prince Ji's Mansion that he came to his senses and realized that Li Xuanjing's son was not an official of the Ministry of Justice or the Dali Temple. He did not hold any official position. What qualifications did he have to try him?
When he returned to Yunyang Marquis Mansion, a young man looked at him twice. Li Yuan was already angry, so he kicked the man to the ground and cursed: "What are you looking at!"
The young man got up from the ground, looked at Li Yuan's leaving back, slowly clenched his fists in his sleeves, but quickly released them.
A brother is a brother. Even if the other party was born only one year earlier than him, he is still the eldest son of the Yunyang Marquisate and the only candidate to inherit his father's title in the future. Even if he is beaten and kicked at will, he can only endure it.
Li Yuan returned to his house and went straight to a garden. A woman who was admiring flowers in the garden saw him in this state and said angrily, "Son, who beat you like this?"
A moment later, a middle-aged man also hurried over. Seeing Li Yuan's miserable state, he was extremely angry and said in a deep voice: "How can this be absurd? What if he is Li Xuanjing's son? Yuan'er, don't worry, Dad will not let this matter go!"
Dali Temple.
Temple government office.
The furnishings in the spacious yamen were extremely simple. A plaque with the words "A Bright Mirror Hanging High" was hung in the middle of the room, and the bookshelves on both sides were filled with various books.
Below the plaque is a long table with pens, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as stacks of neatly arranged files.
An elegant middle-aged man sat behind a long table, slowly flipping through a file.
A minor official from the Dali Temple came in, placed a pile of files in his arms on the table, adjusted their positions to make them look more neat, and then said, "Sir Li, these are the files that the Ministry of Justice just sent over."
The elegant man did not take his eyes off the file in his hand. He nodded slightly and said, "Put it there."
When the clerk left the yamen, he couldn't help but look back and sigh in his heart.
Lord Li is really dedicated. He personally reviews every file sent to the Dali Temple. He often works in the Dali Temple for several days in a row. It is really admirable...
Soon, another figure in black walked into the yamen and said respectfully, "Sir."
Li Xuanjing looked up and put down the file in his hand.
The man in black said, "Young Master had a conflict with Yunyang Marquis's eldest son Li Yuan today. Li Yuan wanted to offer a prostitute to Prince Ji, but the woman refused. Li Yuan wanted to use force, but was stopped by Young Master..."
After hearing what happened, Li Xuanjing smiled and said, "On the road of cultivation, he is addicted to taking shortcuts..."
He didn't pay much attention to this matter, and asked again: "How is the other matter I asked you to investigate going?"
The man in black looked a little solemn, and said, "Your suspicion is indeed justified. I have checked and found that the guard from the fourth realm who assassinated the envoy of Chu is named Chen Qi. Although he is a guard of the Chu envoy, his ancestral home is in Daxia. He is the son of Zhang Feng, the Minister of Personnel, who was executed by Your Majesty for treason thirty years ago..."
Li Xuanjing said softly: "The son of a criminal minister of Daxia became a guard of Chu and assassinated the envoy of Chu..."
The man in black breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully, "Fortunately, the Chu delegation didn't know about this, otherwise, they would probably make a big fuss again."
In the assassination case of the Chu envoy at Sifangguan, the Chu delegation had been aggressive until they found out that the real murderer was one of their own, and then they stopped.
Once the people of Chu find out that the guard was originally from Daxia, they will definitely come up with some conspiracy theory.
The man in black looked at Li Xuanjing and asked suspiciously, "Chen Qi has endured humiliation in Chu for thirty years. This time he killed the Chu envoy. Could it be that he wanted to destroy the relationship between the two countries and avenge his father's murder?"
Li Xuanjing thought for a moment and asked, "If one person plots treason, the whole family will be implicated. How did Chen Qi survive and escape to the State of Chu? Have you found out the reason?"
The man in black nodded and said, "We have found out. The Mirror Bureau has a secret record of this. Chen Qi should have been implicated, but was saved by an important official in the court at that time..."
Li Xuanjing glanced at him and asked, "That important official is still in the court, right?"
The man in black moved his throat: "Yes."
"He holds a high position?"
“Very high.”
"Higher than this officer?"
"Taller than adults."
The person who intends to sow discord between Xia and Chu has a deep connection with a high-ranking official in the court of Daxia.
Even though the man in black was in the Mingjing Division and knew the unknown secrets of many important figures in Daxia, this incident still gave him a great shock.
He looked at Li Xuanjing and asked, "Sir, this..."
Li Xuanjing thought for a moment and said, "Let's destroy the secret record. There is no need to investigate this case any further. In the Sifang Pavilion case, Princess An Ning was very observant and uncovered the conspiracy of the Chu State's pro-war faction. I will ask the court for her credit..."
The man in black raised his lips slightly when he heard this.
Li Xuanjing glanced at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
The man in black replied, "Your Excellency, this is obviously the Master's idea. Princess An Ning...I'm not being disrespectful to the Princess, she just doesn't have the brains to do this."
"Based on what you said, I can punish you for disrespect." Li Xuanjing waved his hand and said, "Go back and face the wall for an hour. From now on, no matter who asks about this case, you will be Princess An Ning. There will be no other answer..."
The man in black made a bitter face and bowed, "Yes..."
(End of this chapter)
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