Emperor Longfeng's expression was unpredictable, but considering that the prince was getting older, he said nothing more and sent the man away.

Concubine Wen looked at his face, which was much gloomier than before, and smiled imperceptibly.

When Yin Chengyu came out of the hall, he ran into the third prince Yin Chengjing.

Yin Chengjing came from the other side, not knowing where he was going. Seeing him pause, he stepped forward and saluted. He casually mentioned the bet at the banquet just now: "Brother, you seem to be very confident about this Danxi winter hunting? Is it because you got a fierce general this year?"

Ever since he was reprimanded and confined by Emperor Longfeng, Yin Chengjing has been extremely low-key.

Even though he was no longer under house arrest, he rarely went near Yin Chengyu. But that didn't mean he didn't pay attention to Yin Chengyu's movements. He had long known that Yin Chengyu had recruited two rebel leaders during his trip to Shandong. He didn't care much about the woman, but the other one, He Shan, made him a little wary.

According to the information gathered by the spies, He Shan is extremely brave and strong enough to lift a tripod. If he serves as an official in the court in the future, he will definitely be a fierce general.

Yin Chengyu placed the man in the Beijing camp, but did not rush to ask for a title for him. It was obvious that he had other plans.

Moreover, He Shan and Ying Hongxue are also on the list for this winter hunting of red rhinoceros.

Yin Chengjing's mind was full of thoughts, but he heard Yin Chengyu say: "If you are too forward-looking and backward-looking in everything, you will inevitably lose your momentum. Regardless of whether you are sure or not, you must not lose face in front of the Tatar and Oara small countries." He looked at Yin Chengjing with a somewhat surprised look in his eyes: "Besides, Gu also said, thirty years to Hedong and thirty years to Hexi. This year, maybe it will be Dayan's turn. Is it possible that the third brother has so little confidence in me, Dayan Erlang?"

Even though Yin Chengjing felt that Dayan would definitely lose, it was just a matter of losing badly and losing beautifully. But since the crown prince had said so, he naturally could not destroy his own prestige and boost others' ambitions.

So he cupped his hands and said insincerely, "Of course I believe it."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Yin Chengyu nodded and said, "I believe it, too." After saying that, he bowed perfunctorily and left.

Yin Chengjing stayed where he was, looking at his figure and secretly cursed him as a cunning person.

After probing for a long time, Yin Chengyu didn't say a word.

This elder brother of his is becoming more and more slippery and difficult to deal with.

Yin Chengjing stood there for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Qushui Lanting.

Qushui Lanting is located to the west of the palace. It is named after the orchid inscription on the pavilion, which is a bend in the water. As it is close to the garden, people often visit Qushui Lanting.

Yin Chengjing deliberately chose such a place to meet Ahlu in order to avoid being heard or heard. Talking openly in the open would make Emperor Longfeng feel more at ease than meeting him in private.

The meeting place was an octagonal pavilion on the highest terrain, with the words "Lan Fang" inscribed on the plaque of the pavilion.

Yin Chengjing walked up the stairs and entered the Lanfang Pavilion. The eunuch who accompanied him placed the small stove and tea sets in order, as if he had come here just to enjoy the view.

A moment later, Aharu arrived.

There was no sign on their faces that they had made an appointment in advance. They just stood up and greeted each other as if they had met by chance. Then, at Yin Chengjing's invitation, Ahharu sat opposite him.

Lan Fang Pavilion is located on a high ground, so one can take in the scenery and passers-by below without having to worry about anyone eavesdropping on one's conversation.

Ahlu picked up the hot tea in front of him, but did not drink it. He only looked at Yin Chengjing with a pair of hawk-like eyes, as if he wanted to see through him. This seemingly burly grassland man was actually cunning and careful.

"I wonder what the Third Prince wants to talk about?"

Yin Chengjing sipped his hot tea and said calmly, "I heard that King Tole Khan intended to annex the Oirat. It's a pity that we missed the opportunity this spring. If we attack again in the future, the Oirat, which has recovered its vitality, will not be so easy to deal with."

"Does the Third Prince have a way to deal with it?" A gleam of light flashed in Ahalu's eyes. He was not in a hurry and waited for his next words.

"During the winter hunting of the Red Rhino, the Oirat offered 10,000 war horses in an attempt to form an alliance with Dayan. They intended to use Dayan's power to counter the Tatars." Yin Chengjing pointed out the Tatars' predicament step by step: "According to my understanding of my elder brother, no matter what the result of the winter hunting of the Red Rhino, he would advocate supporting the Oirat. I'm afraid King Tore Khan's plan is doomed to fail."

However, Ahharu was not in a hurry, and remained calm and steady: "The Third Prince invited me here, it seems there is a solution."

Yin Chengjing cursed him again in his heart, but still stated his purpose: "My eldest brother and I have always had different ideas. If I could make the decision, I would definitely support the Khan to take down the Oirat in one fell swoop. There are many tribes in the north, and they will invade the border every year when there is a shortage of food. Instead of allowing the tribes to invade the border from time to time, it would be better to elect a leader to unify the northern tribes, sign a peace treaty, trade with each other, be friendly neighbors, and never go to war again."

At this point, Ahlu understood his intention: "The Third Prince is interested in the throne?"

Yin Chengjing did not deny it, and his eyes revealed some ambition: "The ruler of the world should be a capable person. But our dynasty is old-fashioned and does not select the crown prince based on his ability. Instead, we appoint the eldest son as the heir. I can only find another way."

Ahlu laughed and said, "In my opinion, the Third Prince is more courageous than the Crown Prince." But he was unwilling to agree outright, "This is just an internal dispute within Dayan. If the Tatars intervene rashly, it may cause disputes, which is not appropriate."

Yin Chengjing was naturally prepared for him not to act without seeing the rabbit. He whispered while pouring tea: "Then why don't we just keep it under wraps?" He looked directly at Ahalu with a fierce look in his eyes: "In the winter hunting of red rhinoceros, besides the Tatars and the Oirat, there will be many soldiers and noble sons participating. There will be many people and eyes. It's even colder in this mountain, so it's not unusual for something unexpected to happen."

He smiled meaningfully again: "Besides, there is also the little prince of Wala. The Grand Master doesn't want Wala to get the support of Dayan, right?"

Ahalu looked thoughtful.

Although he did not believe Yin Chengjing, he was right in one thing: according to the past practice of Dayan, no matter what the result of the Danxi winter hunt was, Dayan would definitely support Wala.

"The Third Prince is right." Ahlu laughed, his face bright and cheerful: "But Dayan is the host, we are unfamiliar with the place, and we need the Third Prince to lead the way."

Yin Chengjing raised his cup and toasted him with tea instead of wine. They looked at each other and smiled: "Of course."

Yin Chengyu did not return to his own yard. After thinking for a while, he went to look for Yin Ciguang first.

What happened today, after all, had nothing to do with Yin Ciguang, but only with the identity of the Princess of Dayan. Whether it was Princess Wuzhu or Prince Mubar, they just wanted to use the name of the Princess of Dayan to do things.

Even today, when he made a bet with the Oirat Tatars, it was not for Yin Ci Guang. In such an occasion, the Princess of Dayan represented the face of the entire Dayan Dynasty.

Yin Ci Guang was caught in the middle and had no choice.

Yin Chengyu thought of the friendship they had built up before and thought it would be better to explain things to him first. There were some things that needed to be made to reassure the other party.

Hearing that the prince was coming, Yin Ciguang was surprised for a moment. He patted Rong Fei's hand soothingly, then stood up to greet him.

Thanks to the sufficient supply of medicinal herbs, after two or three months of recuperation, his body was much healthier than before.

It was just that his congenital deficiency made him look sickly and extremely thin. The somewhat bulky lotus green skirt made him look a bit frail, like the sickly Xi Shi.

He walked slowly to Yin Chengyu, bowed solemnly, and then raised his head and said, "I didn't know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had come here. I'm sorry for not coming to greet you."

Yin Chengyu looked at him and found that compared to before, his pale and frail face had a little more vitality and looked more lively.

"Don't worry about what happened at the banquet today, my sister." He pondered for a moment and said cryptically, "Since I dared to make a bet, I am sure I will win. Don't worry, my sister. Our Great Yan Dynasty has been around for more than 200 years, and there has never been a precedent of a princess marrying a foreign prince."

Yin Ci Guang was surprised for a moment. He didn't expect that the prince came to him specifically to say such words to him.

He didn't want to be sentimental, but he couldn't help but think that the prince's words were meant to reassure him.

A hint of emotion flashed across Yin Ci Guang's eyes, but was completely hidden by her drooping eyelashes.

"I believe in His Royal Highness." He lowered his head slightly, still looking submissive and weak, but his back was very straight: "But as a member of the royal family, I have long been aware of this. The enclosure is like a battlefield, the situation is ever-changing, even if His Royal Highness fails to win, I will not feel resentful."

He paused, raised his eyes again, and bowed solemnly: "If I really cannot avoid the fate of marrying a foreign prince, I will commit suicide first. I only ask Your Highness to take care of my mother."

He has always been pessimistic about things. Even though Yin Chengyu has promised him a bright future, he still can't help but think, what if?

I have to make arrangements for my mother's escape.

Yin Chengyu sighed, knowing that no matter what he said at this moment, he might not be completely reassured, but he still agreed.

Before leaving, he looked at Yin Ciguang, whose every move was impeccable, and asked, "Has the eldest sister ever thought about the day when you will no longer be trapped by this identity?"

Yin Ciguang was stunned for a moment, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows: "I can bear the crime of deceiving the emperor, but my mother cannot. She has suffered a lot for me."

Who doesn't want to live an upright life?

It's just that for him and his mother and concubine, life is already so difficult, and they don't dare to ask for anything else.

Yin Chengyu thought that if he was willing, he might be able to help him. Emperor Longfeng believed in gods and Buddhas, and the Ziyuan Zhenren he trusted was a person planted by Yin Chengyu. If Yin Ciguang wanted to restore his identity, he could let Ziyuan Zhenren do something, and he might not be punished.

But even he could not guarantee that Emperor Longfeng would not punish him.

If Yin Ciguang was alone, he might give it a try. But if Rong Fei was also involved, he would more or less understand Yin Ciguang's concerns.

So I just put it aside and didn't persuade him any more.

Yin Ci Guang walked him to the door and looked at his back for a long time without moving.

After a long time, he turned back.

Rong Fei wiped her tears and came forward, asking with some expectation: "Is the Crown Prince looking for you for the marriage?"

"Yes." Yin Ciguang patted her back, helped her sit down, and gently took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears: "Don't worry, mother, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will help us."

After leaving Yin Ciguang, Yin Chengyu returned to his own yard.

As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he heard the sound of clanging. He passed through the hanging flower gate and saw Xue Shu and Zhao Lin sparring in the martial arts arena on one side.

It was the coldest time of the year, but the two men were fighting each other wearing only thin clothes.

Xue Shu held a long sword in his hand, his brows were covered with frost, which made him look even more cold. His moves were all wild, which he learned by himself from struggling in the market, and every move was ruthless. Zhao Lin was from the Jinyiwei, so he was very orthodox. Every move he made was upright and without any murderous aura.

After the exchange of moves, Xue Shu was ultimately the better one.

Yin Chengyu put his hands in his pockets and watched for a while. Seeing that they couldn't tell the winner for a while, he went to the study.

Xue Shu caught a glimpse of it, his eyes darkened, and his movements became more and more fierce.

Previously, Zhao Lin was only slightly at a disadvantage, but after Xue Shu's momentum changed, he was clearly losing.

Xue Shu was anxious and ruthless in his actions. After a slight dodge, he put the back of his knife on Zhao Lin's neck, ending the fight ahead of time.

Just as Zhao Lin was about to compliment him, he saw Xue Shu throw the knife to the ground, take the clothes from the young eunuch, and hurriedly follow the prince.

He took a look and felt deeply that Eunuch Xue was truly loyal to His Highness. Although he was so favored by His Highness, he was not arrogant at all. He personally handled all the matters, big or small, for His Highness in the palace.

At this time, Eunuch Xue, who was doing the work himself, had just entered the study.

When the eunuch who was serving him saw him come in, he bowed and retreated, closing the study door to prevent the wind and snow from coming in.

Yin Chengyu was drawing on a map of the paddock. When he heard the footsteps, he knew it was him, but he didn't look up.

Xue Shu walked around behind Yin Chengyu and looked at his back. The anger that had not yet been completely vented surged out uncontrollably again.

Ever since Princess Wuzhu took the initiative to express her love for him at the banquet, the beast in his heart has been roaring with murderous intent.

Whether in the past or present life, there are too many people who covet Yin Chengyu.

He wanted to kill all those coveters, but he felt that it was not enough. The source of jealousy was still sitting here.

The gods in the Nine Heavens never lack worshippers.

Only by hiding yourself and not letting anyone see you can you stop those disgusting looks and words.

Hide him, hide him in a place only known to you.

Take control of his joys and sorrows, and let him laugh and cry only for you forever.

Just like in the previous life, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

He can embrace him to his heart's content and control his emotions.

Countless thoughts tempted Xue Shu, making his expression more and more gloomy. He slowly leaned down, licked his slightly dry lips with the tip of his tongue, and rested his arms on the armrests of the chair, forming a possessive posture to hold the person in his arms.

With his warm lips pressed against that fair and beautiful ear, Xue Shusha asked in a hoarse voice, "What does your Highness think of Princess Wuzhu?"

At an angle that Yin Chengyu couldn't see, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Like a poisonous snake hiding in the bushes, with its head raised high, it waits for an answer and then attacks its unsuspecting prey in the next instant.

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