Chapter 318: True and False Brother, Visiting Su's Mansion at Night
Li Yuzong was already standing in the gap of the window in the palace, staring at Prince Yong.
He had witnessed Zhao Minghong grow up and understood his temper very well.
If a naughty child who loves to jump around suddenly becomes quiet and too quiet, it means that he is holding it back and will definitely cause trouble later.
Sure enough, Prince Yong rushed towards the gate of Zhaoyang Palace with his head down.
Li Yuzong swung his whisk and appeared in front of Zhao Minghong in a flash with agility.
He shouted, "Ouch! Your Majesty, this is not allowed. This is the emperor's bedroom. You are committing a capital crime if you enter without permission."
Zhao Minghong looked at the chief eunuch who appeared in front of him from nowhere and interrupted his plan.
His eyes were dark, and he said in a sarcastic tone, "My brother is in the palace, and it is uncertain whether he will live or die. However, Eunuch Li is full of energy and does not look depressed at all."
Li Yuzong greeted him with a smile, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in his words.
"In order to better take care of His Majesty's health, I have been exercising these days. I even run on my way to work."
Zhao Minghong gritted his teeth and said, "Your old bones are really strong!"
Under normal circumstances, he would not be so rude to the chief steward, but now... he has regarded Li Yuzong as a traitor.
He was the one who repeatedly stopped me from visiting Emperor Wu Su. There must be something fishy behind this.
Maybe he has colluded with outsiders to...
Zhao Minghong didn't dare to think further. When he thought of this, his eyes turned red. He couldn't control his temper and cursed: "You are a traitorous eunuch!"
Li Yuzong gave a look to the black-clad guards behind him, and someone immediately came forward to pull Prince Yong.
Zhao Minghong drew the guard's sword and waved it wildly: "Let's see who dares to stop me! You are a bunch of traitors and villains!"
Li Yuzong was afraid that the sword would hurt Prince Yong himself, so his old face frowned.
Zhao Minghong took advantage of this opportunity and rushed to the door of Zhaoyang Palace in a majestic manner.
He kicked open the palace door and shouted loudly: "My humble servant is here——"
The words "rescue the emperor" were swallowed back into Prince Yong's stomach.
The tall and upright figure of Emperor Wu Su was sitting behind the desk in the center of the hall. He put his pen on the desk and smoothed his robe sleeves.
He said in a cold voice: "What are you doing here? Why don't you continue talking."
Zhao Minghong had a dazed look on his face, his eyes wide open, as if he was trying to determine whether the man in front of him was his biological brother.
Emperor Wu Su's gaze fell on Prince Yong's right hand holding the sword, and his tone was calm.
"You broke into my bedroom with weapons, you are a traitor, I'm talking about you."
Such impersonal words...
Plus the look that looked at him coldly...
It should be his royal brother, that's right.
Zhao Minghong loosened his fingers, and the sword he had snatched from the guard fell onto the gold bricks. He quickly walked to the steps in front of the hall.
He called out eagerly, "Royal brother."
Emperor Wu Su frowned and scolded, "What's the tone of your voice?"
If it weren't for his brother's cold face, Zhao Minghong would have rushed up to give him a brotherly hug.
He looked left and right and found that his brother was just a little thinner, with no other changes and he didn't look like he was sick.
Zhao Minghong asked worriedly, "Brother, when did you get better? Could it be a last-minute recovery? Should we ask the imperial physician to take another look?"
Emperor Wu Su reached for the inkstone, and Prince Yong clapped his hands and said, "By the way, the imperial physician is unreliable. I will go and call Ji Qingwu over."
He was about to move, but stopped again.
"Royal brother."
Emperor Wu Su couldn't stand his sticky ending tone, and said sternly: "If you have something to say, say it. If you don't, get out."
After being scolded by the emperor, Zhao Minghong felt completely relieved.
"Brother, I have something to say. What I want to tell you is a big deal. You must be mentally prepared."
Seeing that Emperor Wu Su was losing his patience and was about to hit him with the inkstone, Zhao Minghong lowered his head and said quickly: "Ji Qingwu has married Wei Ting."
He secretly looked up to see his brother's reaction, but saw that Emperor Wu Su's expression did not change at all.
Shouldn't it?
Zhao Minghong began to doubt again whether the person in front of him was the emperor himself.
He asked tentatively: "Brother, do you remember the last time you beat me up?"
Zhao Mingyan was amused by his question and looked up at him.
"I don't mind beating you up right now with the exact same moves, so that you can remember everything."
Seeing the emperor stand up and pull out a ruler, Zhao Minghong's eyes lit up.
He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No need, no need, I have remembered it all."
Zhao Minghong let out a long sigh and said, "My royal brother is fine, so I won't disturb him from resting."
He bowed and retreated, his steps leaping with joy, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his heart.
Emperor Wu Su looked at Prince Yong's back, stood up and walked down the stairs.
"Akira."
Hearing his brother's cold voice, Zhao Minghong turned around, his eyes filled with soreness, and immediately strode back.
"Brother Emperor, I know you can't bear to leave me..."
Zhao Mingyan frowned and said, "Stand where you are and don't come near me again."
Not knowing what the emperor told Prince Yong to do, Zhao Minghong left Zhaoyang Palace with a beaming face.
When he walked out of the palace and saw Li Yuzong, he excitedly shook his hand, completely different from his previous angry look.
Zhao Minghong said: "I misunderstood you. You are loyal..."
"...good man."
Li Yuzong sent Prince Yong away with a fake smile, and he always felt that the two words he wanted to say were not a good person.
It is true that you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.
Chief Steward Li shook off his whisk and returned to the hall to serve.
*
Nightfall.
The moonlight is getting deeper and brighter.
The prime minister's residence has towering walls and is majestic and solemn. The courtyard is lined with towering ancient trees and the ground is paved with blue bricks.
Two maids in white came to the kitchen and asked, "Is the master's stew ready?"
The cook was wearing a headscarf and was kneading the dough with her head down.
The shorter maid scolded, "Sister Hanzhang is asking you a question, why don't you answer!"
"Nong Ying, I think this cook is new and doesn't know the rules. What do you call——"
Before Han Zhang could finish his words, Nong Ying heard the sound of a heavy object falling behind him.
The tall maid had been knocked unconscious by a sharp blow from a hand knife. When Nong Ying turned around, she was also hit by a palm and fell down.
Seeing this, Ji Qingwu threw the dough aside and went to the kitchen door and closed it.
She squatted down to check on the two maids and fed them two more pills.
Wei Tongyou stood in front of the stove and asked, "What are you doing?"
Ji Qingwu said, "Let them sleep a little longer." Then he began to take off their clothes and said, "Put on their clothes."
The maids in the Su mansion were all dressed in spotless white clothes. After the two men put them on, their behavior was automatically restrained. They dared not touch anything for fear of getting stained with soot.
Wei Tongyou stroked his chin and said, "But even if we change our clothes, we will still be recognized by people who are familiar with them. We are not from the mansion."
Ji Qingwu said nothing, just lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while.
When I raised my head again...
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