1865 Argument, no matter how you calculate it, it is wrong

1865 Argument, no matter how you calculate it, it is wrong

The next day was a beautiful day with bright sunshine. People who came to the ancestral temple to see the imperial teacher filled the streets near the temple. Those who came late didn't even have a place to stand.

The good locations in the teahouses and inns on both sides of the street had also been reserved early on by the powerful and wealthy, who were preparing to bring their families out to catch a glimpse of the Imperial Master and the Regent of Dongling.

It was already late when Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince went out. When they arrived, there were crowds of people outside the ancestral temple, and there was no place to stay.

Fortunately, the government had soldiers clear the way in advance, leaving a special road for the emperor and the dignitaries to walk on. As a privileged class, they never had to worry about the problem of too many people not being able to squeeze in.

"There are so many people who love to watch the fun. It's only been one day. If it lasts longer, I'm afraid people from the outskirts of the capital will all come." Feng Qingchen was amazed. It seems that no matter what era it is, the Chinese people's habit of watching the fun will not change.

"The ancestral temple is rarely open, so it's normal for the people of Xiling to be curious about the national master." There are few people in this world who don't want to know their destiny. If they can get a word of advice from the national master, they can benefit from it for the rest of their lives, so it's normal for the people of Xiling to come and join in the fun.

Everyone thinks that he or she is special and that he or she might be favored by the imperial teacher and rise to fame.

"I thought they were here to see you." Feng Qingchen pointed at the maids and young ladies in the teahouses and inns on both sides of the street, who quietly opened the windows and peeked in.

These people probably knew that the Ninth Prince would come, and they came to see him on purpose. You know, even the Crown Princess knows the reputation of the Ninth Prince as a good man, and these people must know something about it as well.

If I had known she would come, I would not have come. Although it is not safe to stay in the villa, it is better than standing here and being criticized by others.

"I am not Wang Jinling." The Ninth Prince took one look and his face turned dark.

"Don't worry, you are no worse than him. When the guy drops the purse and jade pendant, you will definitely have something in your possession." Feng Qingchen knew what the Ninth Prince meant, but she said this on purpose to make the Ninth Prince give up the idea of ​​talking to her.

Feng Qingchen chuckled and pulled the Ninth Prince's sleeve: "Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. It's getting late, we should go over there."

"Yes." The Ninth Prince had a long face, but his hands were still gentle as he carefully helped Feng Qingchen get off the carriage.

As Feng Qingchen stepped out, he heard a high-pitched voice from the crowd: "Look, look... it's Dongling's Ninth Uncle. The one who just got off the carriage, wearing a black robe with gold embroidered patterns on the collar and cuffs, is Dongling's Ninth Uncle."

"She's really pretty."

"I heard that he is as good-looking as the eldest son. The eldest son is known as the Jade Man, so how could he be worse?"

"The women of Dongling are so lucky. The Ninth Prince is so handsome, and with the addition of an eldest son, they are truly the envy of others."

"If we talk about happiness, it should be the woman next to the Ninth Prince. I heard that the Ninth Prince hates women the most and doesn't like women to get close to him. There is only one woman named Feng Qingchen who can get close to him. I heard that the Ninth Prince questioned the Imperial Master just for Feng Qingchen."

Some people in the crowd began to boast that they were well-informed, but it was hard to say whether these people were arranged by someone with ulterior motives. With the spread of the news that the Ninth Prince of Dongling loved beauty more than the country, the legend of the stunning queen would probably be confirmed.

"That person is Feng Qingchen? He doesn't look that good."

"I thought that only a man like the Ninth Prince of Dongling could fall in love with such a beautiful woman. I am extremely disappointed after seeing her today. The Ninth Prince of Dongling has only such a good taste." A daughter who thought herself to be of high status said arrogantly.

"Vulgar and vulgar, unbearable. Uncle Nine of Dongling, I'm afraid you have never seen a real noble lady. The noble lady of Dongling is just like this..."

The joint appearance of Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince caused a huge sensation. The sound of discussions from passers-by was endless, and the noble ladies hiding in the elegant rooms stretched their necks and complained non-stop after watching.

These masters were so busy discussing the clouds that they even forgot to throw handkerchiefs or sachets to the Ninth Prince, or perhaps Xiling did not have such a custom.

There was a lot of noise all around, Feng Qingchen felt a headache and frowned unconsciously. The Ninth Prince thought that Feng Qingchen was dissatisfied, so he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's just jealousy, don't pay attention to it."

Feng smiled lightly. Although she didn't care, she felt relieved when she heard what the Ninth Prince said: "I just think they are too noisy."

The two looked at each other and walked side by side...

Feng Qingchen used practical actions to tell those who said sour words that she was the only woman in the world who could walk shoulder to shoulder with the Ninth Prince of Dongling!

As soon as Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince arrived, the eunuch's shrill voice came from behind them: "The Emperor has arrived, the Empress has arrived, and the Crown Prince has arrived."

The people on both sides of the road turned around and saw the emperor's procession from afar. They knelt down and shouted "Long live the emperor". Their voices were uneven and it took several shouts before they gradually became uniform.

Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince ignored them and continued to move forward, standing in front of their seats, waiting for Emperor Xiling and his entourage to arrive.

The dragon sedan chair approached, and the emperor and empress walked hand in hand. When the emperor moved forward, the empress and the crown prince lagged behind half a step and accompanied the emperor. When the emperor was about to climb the stairs, the national teacher came out from the ancestral temple in a Taoist robe, followed by dozens of disciples in Taoist robes. However, the eldest disciple, who always accompanied the national teacher, was nowhere to be seen.

It seems that the national teacher knows something.

Feng Qingchen raised the corners of his lips slightly, glanced at the Imperial Master, and followed the Xiling Emperor and Empress into the ancestral temple. Countless people outside the ancestral temple were eagerly looking, but as the two vermilion doors slowly closed, they could not see anything...

In the ancestral temple, the emperor exchanged pleasantries with the Ninth Uncle for a while, and then expressed concern for Feng Qingchen's injuries. He then asked the Imperial Master to begin to deduce: "It would be better to find the Princess as soon as possible so that she can be cleared of all charges as soon as possible."

The emperor still refused to admit that the princess was the murderer behind the assassination of Feng Qingchen. The Ninth Prince had no intention of getting entangled with the emperor, so he would not respond. He just signaled to the Imperial Master with his eyes that it was time to start.

The Imperial Master lowered his eyes and ordered his disciple to deliver the compass. After paying his respects to the Emperor, he walked towards the platform that had been set up in advance.

The wind blew, and the Taoist robe fluttered. The imperial teacher standing on the high platform had a somewhat immortal air. The officials and guards present all looked at the imperial teacher without blinking.

The Imperial Master had a solemn expression, not influenced by foreign teachers, and began to deduce the whereabouts of the eldest princess in public. With each ancient and sacred movement, the Imperial Master seemed to be in the clouds, with immortal air lingering around him. A mysterious atmosphere also seemed to flow in the ancestral temple.

Everyone gradually held their breath, looking at the Imperial Master with eyes full of passion and admiration, only Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince still had indifferent expressions...

"These two people..." A trace of worry flashed across the emperor's eyes, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Before the emperor could think deeply, he saw the compass in the hands of the imperial teacher spinning rapidly, and a whirring sound was brought up, like a sudden strong wind...

While everyone was not paying attention, Crown Prince Xiling Tianyu put his hands behind his back and made a quick gesture. When everyone's attention was focused on the national teacher, an inconspicuous little disciple in the ancestral temple quietly slipped out...