Chapter 404 Guessing the Emperor's Will
He knew that it would be embarrassing for a king to say it out loud, but he had to make it clear, otherwise it would be like a thorn in his heart, which would lead to him and Yue'er becoming strangers in the future.
In terms of emotions, he did not want to be a suspicious person who was always suspicious.
Lan Xiaolou smiled sadly, not pretending to be false: "Your Majesty, the person I said my beloved is no longer in this world, and I didn't say a single word falsely. If I lied, I wish to be destitute and die a miserable death without the love of my beloved in my whole life."
Because when the Empress wrote to him, he already knew that her second daughter Jiang was no longer in this world, and now the soul of someone else was in her body.
His second daughter, on the surface, is like a hedgehog, and she will stab everyone with a few words. Once her wounds are touched, she will show her sharp thorns and stab the other party, even if she herself is covered with scars.
But her heart is kinder and weaker than anyone else. Every time she bullies someone, she cries with guilt. She can't stand others bullying the weak, so she always pretends to be strong to protect everything she cares about.
The Empress is the Emperor's Yue'er, but not his second daughter.
So, he dared to make such a poisonous oath.
The actors in the opera garden, especially the masters like Lan Xiaolou, believe in gods and ghosts. Before opening the hall to perform, they must light incense and kneel down to worship the gods, hoping that the performance will end smoothly without any accidents.
So, he dared to swear, which proved that he had a clear conscience.
The hostility in the emperor's eyes had mostly dissipated, and he smiled and said, "Xiaolou and I hit it off from the moment we met. We had a very pleasant conversation and for a moment I even forgot the time."
He raised his head and said, "Tang Shiliang, reward the Rongsheng Opera Troupe with one thousand taels of silver, and reward Lan Xiaolou with a gold plaque for the best voice in the world, and send them out of the palace."
Tang Shiliang bowed, "Your servant obeys your order."
After Lan Xiaolou left, the emperor's smile immediately disappeared, and his affectionate peach blossom eyes were unusually cold: "Wang Dequan, has Lin Zhangjing sent a message back?"
Only one night had passed, how could it be so fast?
However, Wang Dequan could only complain in his heart, and replied: "Your Majesty, Cang County is still below Yunyang County, and the carriage needs six hours. Even if Lin Zhangjing is faster, I am afraid that he has just arrived at the territory of Cang County!"
In addition, he still needs to investigate the truth of Lan Xiaolou's words. Counting the time of return, he will have to wait at least another day and night.
Feipigeon may be faster, but not so fast, and it must be guaranteed that Feipigeon will not be shot and killed on the way.
The emperor is worried and confused.
If the news sent back by Lin Zhangjing is that Lan Xiaolou's wife has indeed passed away, the things awarded by the emperor can send Rongsheng Opera Troupe to the supreme position in the opera world.
But if the news was that he was lying, then these fame and fortune could also be a death warrant to send Lan Xiaolou to hell.
"What is the Queen doing?"
"The shuangjiang girl beside the Queen Mother came and asked Lan Xiaolou when he would leave the palace. The Queen Mother wanted to see him off."
The emperor's heart, which had been hanging in his heart, finally fell into reality.
If Yue'er showed too cold and ruthless, he would suspect that there was still love between the two.
"Your Majesty..."
A dark light flashed in Wang Dequan's shrewd eyes: "Do you want me to send someone to watch?"
"Pah!"
A memorial hit him: "What kind of person am I?"
"I deserve to die. I shouldn't guess the emperor's intentions."
The force of the memorial hitting him was not strong. If the emperor was really angry, it should be Wang Dequan's head that was hit.
After leaving Yu's study, Wang Dequan breathed a sigh of relief. If he showed his loyalty to the emperor, the emperor would not suspect that he was colluding with the empress.
Sending people to keep an eye on Lan Xiaolou and the empress was just talk.
The emperor was an extremely conceited person. He had the capital to be conceited. How could he do such a thing as eavesdropping?
On the road out of the palace, Jiang Xinyue's sedan chair had been waiting for a long time.
Tang Shiliang led the Rongsheng Opera Troupe to salute the empress, and then immediately led the other people in the troupe away, leaving only Jiang Xinyue, Xi Que, Jiang Chuan and others to serve.
When the four looked at each other, there was no admiration, reluctance or surprise in Jiang Xinyue's eyes, nor was there disappointment, pain and sadness.
She just smiled like that, breathtakingly beautiful, but those eyes were so unfamiliar that Lan Xiaolou couldn't recognize them.
"She..." He
opened his mouth, wanting to ask where the original Jiang Xinyue was?
But he could only utter one word, and didn't know how to ask.
"Her soul is free."
Lan Xiaolou was stunned at first, and then his eyes, which were always filled with sadness, showed a look of relief.
He laughed a few times, turned and left.
Xi Que looked at the Empress, then at Jiang Chuan, and then at Lan Xiaolou's back: "No... Empress... what is he laughing at? What did you say about freedom just now?"
She recognized every word of that sentence when it was separated, but she really couldn't understand what it meant when it was put together.
Why did Lan Xiaolou laugh so hard after hearing it?
"Nothing."
Jiang Xinyue waved her hand and drove back to the palace. She touched the top of Xi Que's head and said, "When talking to people like them who are engaged in literature and art, you have to be ambiguous. Don't make it too clear. Let them guess for themselves."
Just like what she said, the original body's soul was free, which meant that she was dead, but what Lan Xiaolou heard was that the real Jiang Xinyue went to where she wanted to go and did what she wanted to do. Maybe her soul has become someone else and started another free life.
Jiang Xinyue certainly wouldn't tell him that the original body was dead. Who knows if he would suddenly go crazy and think that she killed the original body, occupied the original body's body, and was affectionate with the emperor.
Only by making him think that she had to occupy the body of her original body and that her original body was still alive somewhere in this world, could he leave the palace obediently and not cause trouble for Jiang Xinyue. If
a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. She just wanted to live peacefully in this deep palace.
The emperor stood on the wall above the two of them. Although he did not hear their conversation, he heard Lan Xiaolou's hearty laughter.
What was so funny?
What satisfied him was that Jiang Xinyue didn't say more than two sentences to him the whole time, and the two were far apart, with palace servants serving them, so it was impossible for them to confide in each other.
Wang Dequan, who swore that the emperor would not eavesdrop, scratched his forehead and began to reflect on whether he was getting older recently and didn't have much energy to pay attention to the emperor?
Why did he become so hypocritical?
Back at Kunning Palace, Shuangjiang was guarding the door: "Your Majesty, the emperor is here, and he is teaching His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to read in the chamber!"
Jiang Xinyue nodded, went to her room to change into a clean set of clothes, and was putting on her smock when a warm embrace enveloped her from behind: "Yuer, let me hug you."