Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 157

East Palace, Music Room.

Prince Li Chengqian, resting his head on Xin Xin's lap, casually opened the letter.

"Haha, the King of Han is angry! The Wannianwei, who worked hard and finally recommended him, was beheaded by Aye because of his greed for ink, and his body was abandoned in the East Market! Haha!"

Li Chengqian smiled gloatingly.

He and Li Yuanchang have different generations, but are similar in age, and they always get along in a way that hurts friends. They are Li Chengqian's few friends.

How good is it?
Li Yuanchang was the only clan and official who stayed in the East Palace, and he could even wrestle with Li Chengqian.

Li Yuanchang dared to say openly: "May Your Highness be the Son of Heaven soon. There is a palace man next to Your Majesty who is good at playing the pipa. Your Highness will be in the world. Don't forget to reward me."

Even though he knew that Li Yuanchang was committing crimes, Li Chengqian still didn't care.

What is the law?
Sorry, the "Zhenguan Law" is generally not in the hands of the clan, and the law is not as good as the torture stick in the hands of Zong Zhengqing and Li Shenfu.

Li Yuanchang trampled on the farmland, beat the people, and forcibly recruited Ruren (the prince's concubine) in Liangzhou, causing a lot of trouble, and it was nothing more than cursing for Li Shimin.

The emperor had to pinch his nose and send Governor Shi of Liang to apologize to the woman and make up for the gift of accepting children.

The elder brother is the father.

Among Li Shimin's large group of brothers, except for those who died, the tenth brother Xu Wang Li Yuanli, the eleventh brother Han Wang Li Yuanjia, the thirteenth brother Li Yuanyi, the fourteenth brother Li Yuangui, and the eighteenth brother Li Yuanming were well-governed and had a good reputation.

The five fingers cannot be aligned normally.

Li Yuanchang was famous in the world for his hand in official script, even if he was not as accomplished as Ouyang Xun and others, he was not far behind.

An important chess piece was unreasonably destroyed by Fan Zheng, and Li Yuanchang was furious. Because he was in Liangzhou, he was not allowed to leave the domain for no reason, so he entrusted Li Chengqian to take revenge on his behalf.

"Zhan Master Zhiyong wrote the "Thousand-Character Essay on True Grass" as a reward? The King of Han regarded him as a layman! Zen Master Zhiyong's "Thousand-Character Essay on True Grass" is indeed excellent, but he wrote [-] copies in hand and distributed it to various monasteries. It is not rare. things, without sincerity."

In other words, Li Yuan is not good at calligraphy, but many of his descendants are outstanding in calligraphy, even if they can't become the top group, first-class is no problem.

Li Chengqian is not good at calligraphy, but he has good knowledge.

Li Yuanchang's Pixiu couldn't bear the cost, so Gu naturally ignored it.

Friendship is friendship, price is price.

As for Fan Zheng's previous achievements, hehe, it's not that Aye didn't become an official.

Satisfied eyes flickered.

When Li Chengqian entered the prince's inner palace and went to bed with the prince's concubine Su Shi, Xin, wearing a futou and a gray round-neck robe, quietly appeared in the room of Xihuaguan in Chonghuafang.

The real Qin Ying, wearing a lotus flower crown on his head, wearing a flying green skirt, a 36-foot brown purple gauze cape on his shoulders, cloud shoes on his feet, and a dust whisk in his hand, has been standing in the hut.

This suit is usually worn on formal occasions.

Dressing up like this is naturally because of the appearance of Xin Xin.

Melon Field Li Xia, you'd better be careful, lest the three of you become tigers and ruin your reputation.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor man, loves women.

"Your Highness wants you to curse Fan Zheng, the inspector censor. This person has no sense of dignity, and has rebelled against His Highness time and time again, and sent the King of Han's people to Dongshikou, so he can no longer stay."

Qin Ying's eyebrows trembled: "Practicing witchcraft? All dynasties and dynasties have hated this!"

She smiled contentedly, with a hint of sternness in her charm: "So what? When the time comes, those envoys will be driven away, and they will practice in the prince's inner workshop. Who knows? Since the fifth year of Zhenguan, you have prayed for the prince and won Li Xihua From now on, your future is inseparable from the prince."

"In the case of impeaching Falin, except for Falin's own death, do you think His Majesty supports you, not because of the relationship between the crown prince?"

"Think about the gradually increasing voices of 'Amitabha Buddha' in Chang'an City. If you want to suppress the Buddha, you can only count on His Highness to become a great treasure."

Qin Ying, a Taoist priest, didn't marry a wife and have children, and he didn't care about ordinary things. His prosperity and wealth were like floating clouds, but he was deeply obsessed with the struggle between orthodoxy, otherwise he wouldn't have fought Falin to the death.

Looking up at Xin Xin, Qin Ying was thoughtful: "Are you Xin Xin, or a gentleman of Wei?"

Xin Xin showed her face with a smile, peach blossom eyes revealing all kinds of charm, she got up and walked gracefully, and said: "Is there a difference?"

Qin Ying sat down slumped.

yeah, what's the difference?
……

In the Prince Neifang in the corner of the East Palace, two Dian Nei led hundreds of people away with a depressed look on their faces.

Zuo Chunfang's Prince Si Yilang, who is in charge of the ninth rank, is of course nothing in front of the fifth rank.

But the principal and the crown prince are in love with each other, so of course it's different.

Maybe, at a certain fatal moment, someone's words can save you from living in hell, or make you fall into Chen Mo's hell forever.

Qin Ying followed Xinxin into the Prince's Inner Square, set up an incense table, stepped on the sky, pinched up her handprints decently, waved the mahogany sword, and muttered in her mouth: "Young Master, the elder brother is looking for the elder sister-in-law... ..."

That's right, it wasn't a serious spell at all, and Qin Ying wasn't so stubborn.

For immoral things, it's fine to do the work without putting in the effort. Anyway, if you chant the mantra quickly, you can't tell the difference between what you want and what you want.

Xinxin was right next to her, and she didn't hear anything wrong.

As for the lack of effect in the future, Qin Ying can also come up with a bunch of mysterious reasons.

Besides, Fan Zheng, a small official, contributed to the revision of the unreasonable policies aimed at Taoism by the Ministry of Rites and Ancestral Hall.

Watching a few Turkic people singing and dancing in the Lizheng Hall, Li Chengqian also received Diannei's report, but waved his hands indifferently.

Let him decide what he wants to do, what big things can happen?
Xin Xin, Qin Ying, and Li Chengqian are all cited as confidantes.

"Report! Your Majesty drives straight into the East Palace!"

Deputy Zuo Wei led Feng Shijin to rush in.

Li Chengqian panicked for a moment.

It is already a big mistake for the prince to ignore politics, not enjoy the classics, and love singing and dancing when he should be in charge of things, and liking Hu music is even more wrong.

"Your Majesty drove straight to Prince Neifang!"

Li Chengqian panicked even more.

As an emperor, even if he doesn't believe in evil, he still hates witchcraft.

Taipusi rides the elephant chariot in charge of the Yellow Office, which is specially used for the emperor's road, and stops in front of the prince's inner square.

Li Shimin sat in the car without saying a word.

Qin Ying fell to the ground with a pale face, knowing that he would die.

It was getting colder and windier.

Xinxin was trembling, his teeth chattering up and down.

"Qin Ying! I still have high hopes for you and the Xihua Temple, but what you have done has disappointed me. Let's die."

Two masters from Ye Ting pinched Qin Ying with wooden sticks and turned Qin Ying over. After three sticks, Qin Ying yelled "Poverty is wronged" and then fell silent.

Glancing at Xin Xin in disgust, Li Shimin waved his hand, and the wooden stick rained down on Xin Xin's buttocks. The scream made Li Chengqian quicken his pace.

"Your Majesty, please spare your life!"

Li Chengqian shouted.

Li Shimin glanced at the prince indifferently.

There are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed no matter what!

(End of this chapter)