Daming Yuanfu

Chapter 2391: Unusual Movement (X) Sudden Death

Li Wenjin quietly left from the side door of the Shen Daxueshi Mansion and got on a Beijing-made two-horse carriage without any identification. The steward of the outer mansion helped Li Wenjin sit down and asked, "Master, is everything going well?"

Li Wenjin's voice sounded a little tired, but he was in very good spirits. He chuckled and said, "It went smoothly, of course it went smoothly. Shen Yiguan has always been ambitious, but Gao Youshi has always been one step ahead of him. This time in Nanjing, he almost broke the power of the School of Mind.

Humph, although Shen Yikuan appears to be waiting to die, he is actually just biding his time and waiting for things to change. Now that the opportunity has come to him, how can he not be tempted?

However, I don't know whether this old guy was scared by Gao Youshi's beating, or Gao Youshi has some leverage over him. In short, he doesn't dare to take the initiative to do anything at the moment. He can only make icing on the cake when the situation is favorable.

However, this is okay. As the saying goes, it takes three years for a scholar to rebel, and we don’t expect these officials from the outer court to be the backbone. If we really want to accomplish something big, it depends on our means…”

The steward of the outer palace laughed and said, "Master, what you said is very true. The nobles in the outer court seem to be full of knowledge and wisdom in normal times, but when it comes to the real test, they are all gilded and rotten inside. They forget their principles when they see small profits, and cherish their lives when they do big things. No wonder they are suppressed by that Minister Gao and can't raise their heads."

Li Wenjin smiled with satisfaction and nodded, "So, we can't count on them for our family's major events... By the way, have all the matters at Prince Ying's Mansion been arranged?"

The steward of the outer palace smiled slightly and said seriously, "Master, just rest assured. Prince Ying and Prince Fu were summoned back to the capital together. As a result, Prince Fu was summoned to the palace to serve medicine, while Prince Ying was just thrown into the palace and ignored. After a few months, he had completely given up on that idea and simply gave up on himself, completely indulging in carnal desires.

Now, the women that the master secretly sent to Prince Ying's mansion have already made Prince Ying infatuated with them. With his already not-so-good body, how could he withstand such abuse? He can only eat those poisonous drugs as food. Now he is emaciated. If the master blows, he will fall down. "

Li Wenjin laughed and nodded, saying, "So, although he could not become a crown prince, let alone an emperor, he did live a happy life in the world. When the King of Hell asks about it in the future, he will not be considered a ghost who died in vain... Well, as his uncle, we have done him justice, don't you think?"

"Of course, of course." The steward of the outer palace smiled and apologized, "Since ancient times, there has been no family affection in the royal family. It is such a blessing to have an uncle like you, who knows that he does not have the destiny, but is willing to let him die happily. It is said that dying under the peony flowers is romantic even as a ghost. When the Prince of Ying is in the underworld, he will surely rest in peace."

Li Wenjin snorted lightly, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, finally sighed and said: "In that case, let's send him away happily... He has no part in this drama." After that, he closed his eyes, and no one could know what he was thinking.

The steward of the outer mansion was startled, but replied, "Yes, sir, I'll do it right away." Having said that, he still kept a close eye on Li Wenjin's every move, listening attentively to what came next.

However, Li Wenjin neither opened his eyes nor made any other moves, but just said "hmm" without any emotion. The steward of the outer palace did not dare to stay any longer, and gently pulled a golden thread hanging from the inner wall of the carriage with a jade ring.

The coachman received the order and immediately gave a "Yuk..." sound, and the carriage gradually slowed down until it stopped. The steward of the outer mansion did not dare to disturb Li Wenjin, and quietly opened the door and left.

As soon as he left, Li Wenjin leaned his head back, opened his eyes and stared at the roof of the car, muttering: "Chang Luo, Chang Luo, it's not that your uncle doesn't love you, but your father's life span may not be long... Your uncle is still very healthy, but it's not good for him to die so early with you and your son. I have no choice but to do this.

When you get there, you must explain to the King of Hell that although your uncle sent you on this journey out of selfish desire, it was ultimately for the sake of your Zhu family's kingdom. After all, Chang Xun is also a child of your Zhu family, and he is your brother... It is much more secure than Chang Hao inheriting the throne in his infancy, and the Zhu family's kingdom is forced to be handed over to an outsider like Gao Youshi, don't you think?"

Naturally, no one responded to this soliloquy, and Li Wenjin didn't need anyone to respond. He closed his eyes again and let the coachman drive the carriage to his house outside the palace.

On the other hand, Prince Ying Zhu Changluo and Prince Fu Zhu Changxun received the imperial edict from their father and set out from their fiefdom Jiangling to return to the capital. However, he was actually worse than what Li Wenjin, the steward of the outer palace, said - according to the steward, it seemed that he gave up on himself because he saw Prince Fu was able to enter the palace to serve medicine in person.

In fact, he and Prince Fu actually returned to the capital earlier than Zhu Yijun, and Prince Fu's performance after returning to the capital was much better than his. As soon as Prince Fu returned to the capital, he presented some gifts to officials of all ranks in the capital - the gifts were not valuable, they were just some local snacks in Luoyang, and at most only three or five taels of silver per person.

Although to be honest, Prince Fu spent a lot of money because the scope of the gift was so large. But because the scope was so large, each official only received three or five taels of silver. If we must say that he was "a vassal king communicating with his ministers", it doesn't seem to be the case.

But the King of Ying was different. He did not bring any gifts. He moved into the palace as soon as he returned to the capital, and then plunged into the gentle land of the palace, starting a bohemian life. Moreover, it is said that the motorcade of the King of Ying returned to the capital this time was as high as 800 people, of which the number of guards was restrained, only about 300, but among the remaining 500 people, only about 200 were attendants, and the remaining 300 were concubines and maids.

There were two opinions in the capital at that time. One group believed that Ying Wang Zhu Changluo had exposed his true nature and was a womanizer. Fortunately, he was not made the crown prince, otherwise it would have been a disaster for the country. The other group believed that Ying Wang had deliberately defiled himself, because now that the crown prince had been appointed and the relationship between the monarch and his subjects had been determined, he, as one of the original claimants to the crown prince position, could only do this to show that he had no intention of competing for the throne, otherwise he would have to worry about his safety for the rest of his life.

In any case, the behavior of the Prince of Ying during his return to the capital was full of romanticism. He seemed to not care about the outside world's evaluation at all, and spent the whole day in the palace. Some gossipers didn't know where they got the news from, saying that the Prince of Ying not only reveled every night, but also indulged in debauchery during the day, and he never tired of it.

As a result, even the officials of the Xinxue School who originally supported him could only sigh. Perhaps this time when he returned to Beijing, the confusion and anxiety in his heart were like a dark cloud hanging over Zhu Changluo's heart, making him more and more addicted to sensual pleasures, trying to escape the troubles of reality.

Li Wenjin had been secretly observing the every move of Prince Ying. At the beginning, he suspected that Prince Ying was deliberately defiled himself, so he carefully selected a group of beautiful women with outstanding looks and proficiency in seduction techniques, and used various clever excuses and means to let them enter Prince Ying's palace one after another.

These women were like beautiful poisonous flowers, vying to show their charms to Zhu Changluo. They would attract his attention with a graceful dance at a banquet, or meet him by chance in the garden and seduce him with their tender eyes, or frequently come and go in his bedroom under the pretext of delivering medicine or greeting him, making him unable to guard against them - well, perhaps he had not and did not intend to guard against them.

Zhu Changluo was surrounded by these women, singing and dancing all day long and reveling every night. They used all their tricks to make him experience unprecedented pleasure. Under their teasing, Zhu Changluo's desire was like a wild horse that was out of control. He began to be dissatisfied with the existing concubines and maids brought from Jiangling, and frequently sent people out to look for new faces, and also included some famous prostitutes in the capital into his "harem".

Li Wenjin continued to observe secretly until he discovered that even after the emperor had returned to Beijing and began to recuperate in the Yiku Palace in the name of "dragon body discomfort", Prince Ying's behavior in the royal palace in the capital had not been restrained at all. He finally confirmed: the current Prince Ying Zhu Changluo no longer posed a real threat to Zhu Changxun.

However, despite this, Li Wenjin still did not intend to let Zhu Changluo go. The reason is simple. Although you are already a waste, in politics, waste often has value. In some extreme cases, waste is even more valuable... Li Wenjin does not intend to leave this hidden danger. It doesn't matter whether you defile yourself or abandon yourself. The identity of the eldest prince is not a threat to Zhu Changhao, but it is always a threat to Zhu Changxun. In this case, why not make a good arrangement so that our family can decide when you die at any time...

With this idea in mind, Li Wenjin began to secretly provide Zhu Changluo with various so-called "tiger and wolf medicines." These medicines were beautifully packaged, claiming to strengthen the body and prolong life, but in fact they were hidden secrets - everyone knew what they were.

Driven by drugs, Zhu Changluo became even more powerful, and his desire for women reached a crazy level. He began to challenge his physical limits, indulging himself in lust again and again, completely disregarding his physical condition.

The capital is in turmoil tonight. Many forces are ready to make moves because of Gao Youshi's sudden illness. However, in Prince Ying's mansion, no one is affected by this political trend. The only thing that is difficult to conceal is the unbridled and licentious atmosphere.

Zhu Changluo was reclining on a large couch, surrounded by dozens of beautiful concubines, all of whom were extremely beautiful and graceful. They sang and danced, or whispered sweetly, vying to please this licentious prince.

In fact, compared with Zhu Changxun, who was doted on by his father, the treatment of Ying Wang Zhu Changluo was much worse. But even so, because Zhu Yijun now had abundant treasury and felt a little guilty as a father towards Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of the emperor, Zhu Changluo's annual salary and rewards were still quite considerable, which was enough to cover all his debauchery.

Zhu Changluo had long been overwhelmed by desire, and felt hot all over, eager to prove his virility again. His bloodshot eyes were full of enthusiasm and greed, and he looked at the beauty in front of him wantonly. Just as he was confused and infatuated, a concubine beside him opened her red lips and said softly: "My lord, you look so tired, why don't you let me get some of the elixirs you usually take?"

As she spoke, she pressed Zhu Changluo's right arm with her soft and elastic chest, and coquettishly murmured in a voice as light as a mosquito: "I haven't been beaten enough by the prince..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Changluo's eyes suddenly lit up with lust. He nodded repeatedly, hugged the concubine's waist tightly, and said hoarsely: "Okay, go get it!"

This Tiger and Wolf Medicine was a secret recipe he got from a mysterious healer. It was said to make people full of energy, and it was no problem for them to have sex with ten women at night. According to his own tests, the effect was indeed amazing.

However, after taking it for a long time, the effect seems to have decreased. From the beginning, a small bag was enough to have full effect, but now it takes double or even triple the amount of medicine to be as effective as before. But Zhu Changluo doesn't care. If one bag is not enough, then two bags, if two bags are not enough, then three bags... Anyway, there is only so much in one bag, so what's the harm in taking a little more?

Seeing this, the concubine walked lightly into the inner room and took out the small paper bag containing the "magic medicine" from an exquisite jade box. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she was secretly proud of herself, but there seemed to be a little bit of subtle nervousness - she took out six small paper bags, but deliberately put two into one, making three small bags and took them over.

Back in front of the bed, the concubine carefully poured the powder into the empty wine glass in front of Zhu Changluo, then diluted it with wine and handed it to him attentively. Zhu Changluo drank it all without hesitation, and felt a warm current instantly enter his stomach and then flow through his body. He carelessly hugged the concubine again, still feeling that it was not enough, so he pulled another concubine to his side, hugged her left and right, and touched her all over.

He did this and that, and soon his virility was revived. He excitedly stripped off the concubines' already pitifully scanty clothes, and his movements became increasingly rough, as if he wanted to vent all his lust.

However, the good times didn't last long. Just as he was excited about the strong effect of the medicine, he suddenly felt everything in front of him become blurry and distorted. With violent convulsions, the muscles of the King of Ying's body spasmed uncontrollably, and white foam kept coming out of his mouth, making a ho ho sound, as if he was crazy.

"My Lord, what happened to you?" The concubines around him panicked and screamed, their eyes full of fear and confusion. They usually only knew how to cater to the desires of King Ying, but had never seen such a horrible scene. However, Zhu Changluo was speechless at this time. He could only use his last bit of strength to hold on to the concubines beside him, his eyes full of fear and despair, as if he was sending a final cry for help to the world.

When the servants of the palace heard the screams, they initially thought that the prince was just having fun, so they smiled bitterly at each other and didn't take it seriously. However, they gradually realized that something was wrong, and they could only suppress their anxiety and rush over. Seeing this scene, they were all frightened and pale, and they were at a loss.

Some hurriedly went to ask for the imperial physician, their steps staggering, their hearts filled with uneasiness and anxiety; others tried to step forward to support him, but they didn't know what to do and could only watch the prince struggling in pain. For a time, the entire Prince Ying's mansion fell into chaos and panic, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of depression and despair.

In this chaotic scene, one person seemed particularly calm. His name was Zhao Quan, and he was a confidant that Li Wenjin had arranged in the Prince of Ying's Palace. The servants in the Prince's Palace were the same as those in the Imperial Palace, and they were all eunuchs, so Li Wenjin had no difficulty in manipulating them.

Zhao Quan stood aside, watching all this coldly, with a barely perceptible sneer on his lips. He already knew the true composition of the tiger-wolf medicine and the fatal consequences it could bring. It was under his order that the concubine just gave King Ying six bags disguised as three bags. Now, what he was waiting for was nothing more than the moment when King Ying would definitely die.

Finally, the struggle and convulsion of the Prince of Ying came to an abrupt end. Zhao Quan suddenly rushed over in great grief, first checking his breath, then his pulse. When he was finally sure that there was no hope for life, he howled at the top of his lungs: "The Prince... The Prince is dead!"

The news of the death of Prince Ying was like a bombshell, causing a huge sensation in the palace. The princess and the concubines were grief-stricken, crying loudly, and they called out Zhu Changluo's name with their hearts broken, unable to accept this sudden bad news. They blamed themselves for not taking good care of him, not stopping him from overindulging in sex, and not realizing that those so-called "magic drugs" would have such fatal consequences.

In fact, it is not necessarily true that they had no premonition, but even if they were worried, what could they do? Under Zhu Yuanzhang's ancestral system, they did not have any power to stop the prince, and they did not even dare to make suggestions too directly. Moreover, even if they made suggestions and dissuaded him, would Zhu Changluo listen?

The housekeepers and guards of the palace were extremely busy. On the one hand, they had to block the news to prevent the news from spreading to the outside world and causing unnecessary panic and suspicion; on the other hand, they had to secretly handle the funeral and prepare for the funeral of King Ying. Of course, more importantly, they had to report the news to the palace immediately...

They carefully removed Zhu Changluo's body from among a large number of concubines, dressed him in clean clothes, covered him with a brocade quilt, and placed him in a makeshift mourning hall. At the same time, they also had to appease the servants who were in chaos due to the death of Prince Ying and maintain normal order in the palace.

Li Wenjin was lying on a recliner in the inner room of his study, his face ruddy from the heating of the floor heater. When he learned of the death of King Ying, he was secretly proud of the pleasure of controlling the life and death of an important person, but on the surface he pretended to be sad.

"Chang Luo, Chang Luo, why are you so ungrateful!" Li Wenjin sighed and shook his head repeatedly: "Lust is like a knife hanging over your head, how come you just don't understand this truth..."
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