calculation
"Dang."
The expensive teacup smashed to the ground and broke into pieces, spilling the tea in it all over the place.
Zhao Ruihua was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a gloomy face. Except for him, everyone in the room knelt down, fearing that the emperor would transfer his anger to them.
"That Feng Hongzhong actually dared to speak to me like this, refusing to do this or that. Did he really think I couldn't touch him?"
The court was already clearly divided, and Zhao Ruihua came to power in a hurry. Although the court had already recognized Zhao Ruihua as the orthodox, they still had doubts about the new emperor and found it difficult to obey him completely.
Feng Hongzhong was one of Emperor Dewen's confidants and was deeply trusted by the emperor. He held immense power and was difficult for Zhao Ruihua, who had suddenly ascended to the throne, to fully control.
Song Rongjing, lying on the ground, did not dare to respond. He was promoted by the emperor to be the left prime minister, but he had no ability to resist Feng Hongzhong and was deeply afraid of being reprimanded by the emperor.
Zhao Ruihua looked at his men lying on the ground with gloomy eyes, and felt deeply that he needed more capable people, not such a bunch of useless people.
"Song Rongjing."
Song Rongjing, who was named, felt nervous, lowered his head even lower, and responded hurriedly.
"I am here."
The emperor's voice had returned to calm, and Song Rongjing could not hear any emotion in it.
"How's the matter of me asking you to invite Yu Pengji back to the court?"
Song Rongjing quickly replied, "I have already sent someone to invite him, but Yu Pengji refused to return to the court to take up an official position on the grounds that he was too old."
Zhao Ruihua sat down again and stared at Song Rongjing.
"Did you reveal that it was my intention?"
It doesn’t matter that Yu Pengji is old. What matters is that he still has a certain appeal in the court. Only the veterans of two dynasties have the deterrent power to compete with the remnants of Emperor Dewen and win back two points.
"Yes, I invited you according to your majesty's wishes, but Yu Pengji said that he was too old and was far away in Huanzhou. The journey was long and his health was not as strong as before. He said..." Song Rongjing glanced at the emperor secretly. The emperor did not say anything, just looked at him, so he had to bite the bullet and continue.
"They said they were afraid they would die on the way and wouldn't be able to take up their post."
"Hmph, would you rather die than take up this post?" Zhao Ruihua's face was gloomy and uncertain, as he thought about something.
"Didn't he say he was old? Then who's in charge of his family now?"
"His direct grandson, Yu Tongan, is now in charge of all business affairs of the Yu family."
"Oh?" Zhao Ruihua leaned back on the dragon throne and ordered Song Rongjing, "Find out the details of the Yu family for me. I don't believe that Yu Pengji is so difficult to hire."
"yes."
"You guys step back."
The atmosphere in the chamber did not become more relaxed after the ministers left.
"Someone come."
"I'm here." The chief eunuch, Eunuch Sun, walked in from outside the door, bending over.
"Go ask Su Wuzhu how his medicine is going after all the time he's been given."
"Yes, I will go there immediately."
…
Mingyu solemnly put down the pen in his hand.
Yu Tongan saw Mingyu stop and looked at her with some curiosity.
"Did you finish remembering?"
The return journey was still boring. After leaving Sulou County, Mingyu had some free time. As soon as he got on the carriage, he started to scribble and write, completely losing the curiosity he had when he came here.
"Um."
Mingyu took back her records, even though she was no longer a historian, but the habit remained.
"What did you remember?"
Mingyu looked at Yu Tongan, who was looking at the box in the car, which was where she had just put the record.
"Curious?"
Yu Tongan admitted it.
"some."
"You can take a look at it." Mingyu paused, a little skeptical. "Or do you want to check if I've recorded anything I shouldn't have?"
Thinking of this, Mingyu comforted Yu Tongan.
"Don't worry, I've used code names for your parts."
"That's not it." Yu Tongan, having received permission, took out his record. After hearing Mingyu's words, he glanced at Mingyu and became curious. "What image do I have in your eyes? I don't do everything with a purpose."
"That was my fault." Mingyu said this, but he didn't quite agree in his heart and continued to explain his record of what he had seen and heard.
"I didn't hide the rest of it. After all, if I were caught, whether I cursed the guy in the capital or not, the outcome would be the same."
Yu Tongan emphasized it again.
"I really don't have a problem with your record."
Mingyu didn't say whether she believed it or not and agreed.
"Oh, okay."
"But speaking of this." Yu Tongan flipped through a few pages of Mingyu's records, "I want to give the records you brought out of the palace to the Third Prince for safekeeping."
Mingyu's face showed understanding and no surprise.
"Can."
To some extent, the third prince's situation was the same as hers.
Yu Tongan felt helpless. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Mingyu.
There was no signature on the envelope. Mingyu glanced at Yu Tongan, then looked at the envelope.
Yu Tongan put down the record in his hand and urged: "Open it and take a look."
Mingyu did not hesitate any longer and opened the envelope. The content of the letter was very simple, just an acknowledgment and definition.
He admitted that Mingyu was not guilty, defined Mingyu as an ordinary citizen, and the name on the seal was Zhao Yiyuen.
The third prince's private seal.
"This is the message I asked someone to deliver to the Third Prince, and this is the Third Prince's reply." Yu Tongan spread out his hands. "I originally thought I would return to Huanzhou in a day or two and give it to you then, but after thinking about it, it's better to give it to you as soon as possible."
"Was it the Third Prince's idea or yours?" Mingyu reread it, confirmed it was correct, and kept it close to his body. "You're quite good at winning people's hearts. In order for this letter to be made public, I have to work hard to get the Third Prince back to the capital."
"I just suggested it."
Mingyu confirmed.
"No wonder it's very much your style."
Yu Tongan found it a little funny.
"My style?"
Mingyu said with a confident look, "He is very calculating and very good at guessing people's minds."
Yu Tongan felt somewhat helpless and could only repeat, "Really not."
…
After a few days, Mingyu and his group returned to the Yu family. Yu Tongan only had time to ask Wu Pi to arrange the rest of the matter before he was hurriedly taken away by the people in the mansion.
"What happened?"
Mingyu shook his cloak and wrapped himself tighter.
Huanzhou is much colder than Sulou County, where there is no snow. Now that Huanzhou is in the season when the snow begins to melt, the coldness has penetrated into the bones.
What is in front of you is not the main gate of the Yu family, but the side door, which is usually used to facilitate the transportation of food and other daily necessities.
"Mu Mian hasn't come back yet. Miss, do you need me to arrange for someone to follow and serve you?"
Wu Pi was busy arranging the carriage to return home, and first asked about Mingyu's needs.
"No need, I'll go back by myself."
After declining Wu Pi's arrangement, Mingyu returned to the small courtyard alone.
Mu Mang had not returned yet, and Ming Yu sighed.
She probably knew where Muqian had gone, probably to the third prince's place.
At that time, Yu Tongan arranged for Mu Mian to work with the doctor to take care of Xiaoya's father. She guessed something, but she didn't want to get involved at that time, and didn't ask how Mu Mian was related to the third prince.
I don’t know if Muqian knows about Xueliu’s death.
The fallen snow in the yard was swept to one side, which seemed to indicate that someone was helping to take care of it on weekdays.
There was no stove in the house and it was very cold.
Mingyu didn't want to move, so he just sat there. The heat from his body was taken away by the air, and his hands and feet gradually became cold and numb.
In the silence, a slight dripping sound was heard. Rain and snow mixed together and fell to the ground outside the window. The sound was through the paper window, but Mingyu felt as if he was in another world.
So quiet.
Quiet memories surged in her mind, and she seemed to be standing in Sulou County again, in front of the temple piled with corpses. The gods were looking down at her with pity, or at the dead people outside.
"Master!"
The sound passed through the rain curtain like thunder, breaking the silence and pulling the drowning fish back.
Mingyu looked back in surprise, and saw Yu Tongxin had already banged open Mingyu's door and walked in, pulling her skirt with one hand.
"Master, why don't you light a lamp or light a stove?"
Yu Tongxin asked herself and found the answer by herself.
"I see. This is what my brother meant by enjoying the snow, right?"
Mingyu put down his sword and wanted to touch Yu Tongxin's head, but found it very difficult to stretch out his fingers, so he retracted his hand.
"Tongxin got the answer right." Mingyu smiled at Yu Tongxin and stood up to light the heater.
Cuizhu then arrived late with Xiaoya.
"Miss, don't run so fast in the snow, be careful not to fall." Cuizhu muttered to Yu Tongan and came over to help Mingyu light the heater.
"Hello, Master." Xiaoya's face was red from the cold. Seeing Mingyu, she couldn't help but feel happy, with her eyes and eyebrows curved.
Yu Tongxin completely ignored Cuizhu, came over, grabbed Mingyu's hand, and looked over.
"Is it lit? If not, don't light it."
With the help of Cuizhu, Mingyu's fingers finally felt some warmth.
"It's lit." Mingyu spread out his hands.
Yu Tongxin wrinkled her nose, but quickly became happy again.
"It's okay. It's a good opportunity for the master to come back and warm up."
"Come back?" Mingyu paused as he was about to take off his cloak and looked at Yu Tongxin in confusion.
"Didn't my brother tell me?"
Why does Mingyu feel that this sentence structure is so familiar?
"My brother asked me to take you to the lobby for dinner."
"Eat?" Mingyu was startled and looked outside the door. It was already dark and she didn't even notice.
"That's right." Xiaoya nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Yu Tongxin.
It was hard to explain with two children around, so Cuizhu came out to explain.
"The Master said we'd have dinner together tonight as a reward for the hard work of the caravan. I thought you were ready to set off after putting on your cloak."
She was still wearing her cloak after returning, not preparing to go out.
Mingyu was a little hesitant, she didn't know whether she wanted to go or not.
"Whether it is or not, the Master has put on his cloak, so let's go."
Yu Tongxin grabbed Mingyu's hand and waved the other hand with great grace.
"Let's go!"
Xiaoya also grabbed Mingyu's other hand, her voice was much softer, but she couldn't hide her excitement.
"Let's go!"
Mingyu thought about the two little guys holding his hands without complaining that they were cold, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
"let's go."
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