Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 155: Pull the line and release the bait
Mrs. Kunshan’s hand holding the tea paused, “With me?”

"He is well aware of the dissensions in the Daliang royal family, and also knows about the various disputes in the Shangjing family many years ago." The old man Feng Dao took a long sigh and said ambiguously: "I'm afraid there are some things that cannot be hidden."

Mrs. Kunshan's expression was as normal, as if she didn't care about the hidden meaning of the old man's words. She took a sip of hot tea and asked: "What is the situation in Lingzhou City now? Did they enter the city smoothly? Can the Secretary of Daliang Antai Is there any whereabouts?"

"The little guys entered the city smoothly, but there was a delay of several days, so I won't mention it. As for Antaisi, no news has come yet. At the moment, Lingzhou City is still controlled by the ambitious prince. Not even a bird can fly in. There are many sentries on Wuya Mountain. If you didn’t know, you would have thought that he was recruiting soldiers and horses to raise an army in Lingzhou City.”

"Lingzhou City is located in a remote area, but it is rich in coal mines. If all the coal mines are mined, it will be equivalent to possessing a country's wealth. Then recruiting troops and horses will not be a problem in the capital city. Why choose that remote area?" Mrs. Kunshan said in a tone. Slowly: "He is a poisonous snake that has been hiding in Daliang for many years and is preparing to hunt. For so long, every game he has made and every move he has made has been [-]% sure. When it comes to calculations, Emperor Chongwen It's true that he is not as good as him. But looking at everything he does, I feel that every game and every move is based on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He does not take human life as his life, but deliberately pretends to be gentle and kind. It seems that if he really seizes the power of Daliang and ascends the throne, the current prosperous era of prosperity and peace in the Three Kingdoms will truly come to an end."

The old man with a sharp knife couldn't help but frowned when he heard her comments about King Yuan Jin, "As you said, if a critical moment comes in the future, will you take action?"

However, this question was not answered. Mrs. Kunshan lowered her eyes and stared at the slowly rising heat mist in the cup.

can you?

She didn't know the answer herself.

In Lingzhou City, there is a restaurant for worshiping ancestors.

Meng Zaishi greeted the guards carrying the chariot and parked the chariot in the house. He straightened the unevenness of the dark purple gauze curtain twice, and then left with the guards at the signal of King Yuanjin. For a while, there was only one person in the house. Only two people, Yin Luo and Ming Zhidu, were left.

Ming Zhidu, who was behind the gauze curtain, raised his hand, pointed to the mahogany tea chair with rich patterns carved on the side, and said gently: "Don't be cautious, the tea harvest in Houzhou is very good this year, especially the jade leaves from these three mountains, which are fragrant. This book Wang Wu made this himself, but he doesn't know if it suits your taste, Miss Yin."

Yin Luo, who had been standing by the screen with his arms folded and silent, heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly to stare at the person in the chariot who could not see his face clearly, as if thinking about his intentions.

In less than a moment, her signature smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She sat down on the mahogany chair, but only glanced at the tea cup on the table and said: "Prince Yuanjin is very elegant. This tea is also from later generations." The state's income must be the same as what I have in Changlin Cliff, so I don't need to taste it specially, so why don't we get straight to the point and just say what you want to say."

Ming Zhidu chuckled twice when he heard this, "It's really like your father, too serious and lacking in humor." After commenting on this sentence, he asked again: "Miss Yin, do you know why this restaurant is called Jixian? "

When Yin Luo saw him changing the topic again, he was not in a hurry. He automatically filtered his words about Yin Jielin in his heart and calmly answered his question: "Sixteen years ago, there was a severe drought in Lingzhou, starvation spread all over the land, and countless people died. And This ancestor-sacrifice restaurant was built shortly after the severe drought. Maybe it inherited the meaning of paying homage to the ancestors?" "The daughter of the Yin family is really smart, but she only guessed half of it right. The word "sacrifice to the ancestors" does mean to pay homage to the ancestors. I mean, but the ancestors that the owner of this restaurant is paying tribute to are not the people of Lingzhou who died 16 years ago." Ming Zhidu paused when he said this, and he looked at Yin Luo through the dark purple gauze curtain. The girl in red looked dull, as if she didn't care at all who the owner of the restaurant was paying homage to.

What a hard girl to bait.

Ming Zhidu sighed with emotion and threw out a big bait: "This ancestor-memorial restaurant in Lingzhou City is paying homage to the late emperor." After he said that, Yin Luo frowned slightly and looked over. Ming Zhidu raised the corner of his mouth and continued Said: "When the late Emperor was here, Lingzhou was not as desolate as you and I have seen. At that time, Lingzhou was considered a blessed land. There was no yellow sand in the sky to obscure people's eyes, and the falling rocks in the mountains would not easily fall off and cause injuries. Passers-by, the people rely on the mountains to eat, and every household makes a living by making stone carvings, and their lives are considered prosperous. The people of Lingzhou respect the late emperor, but hate Emperor Wen, do you know why?"

Yin Luo shook his head, but he vaguely guessed what Ming Zhidu was about to say.

When there was a severe drought in Lingzhou 16 years ago, she was less than two years old, so naturally she knew nothing about what happened that year. But when she grew up, she accidentally heard Ming Fanlan mention it, but her words were full of regret. .Not long before the severe drought that year, the late emperor died and Emperor Chongwen came to the throne, causing chaos in the capital. Many ministers in the court were dissatisfied with the moderate Chongwen Emperor and disobeyed his orders. The drought in the northwest began, and the court received He sent a message and allocated a lot of money and food for disaster relief, but it was not delivered to Lingzhou for a long time. The hungry people in Lingzhou, who were almost crazy, also alienated the royal family.This is where the mob chaos began.

This involves many dirty discords in the court, Yin Luo lowered his eyes.No matter where she is, whether she is in Lingzhou or in Beijing, no matter what her status is now, whether she is the daughter of Prime Minister Yin of Daliang or the third leader of Jiangnan Changlin League, she knows very well that what happened 16 years ago is not true. It is so simple as what is spread in the world.In front of her, King Yuan Jin was blatant, but she could not violate taboos and speak wantonly.

Thinking of this, Yin Luo raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Although I don't know why the people of Lingzhou hate the current emperor, I know why Prince Yuanjin wants to rebel." She said this. A very strong sharp edge, like a strong wind sweeping down fallen bamboo leaves in the mountains, "I am now in Jianghu and have little contact with your royal family. If Prince Yuanjin wants to find someone to complain about the emperor, he is really looking for the wrong person."

"Miss Yin is joking." Ming Zhidu chuckled, the darkness in his eyes deepened, and he couldn't help thinking that the girl in red with flamboyant features in front of him looked very much like the Marquis Hongying. They were equally impatient and bad. Liar, when talking to the two of them, he could really feel that there were two walls that separated them from him. No matter how he threw out the bait, the two of them seemed unmoved.

The atmosphere in the room was silent for a moment, and Yin Luo looked beyond the chariot and glanced at the setting sun.

Ming Zhidu spoke again at the right time and said: "I don't want to complain to Miss Yin about Emperor Chongwen. I just want to tell you the truth about the chaos in the palace 13 years ago because of my old friendship with your father." He deliberately added "13 years ago" "Rebellion in the former palace" these eight words were spoken at a slow pace, as if they were afraid that Yin Luo could not hear clearly.

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