The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 374 The second young master Jin Wuwei was assassinated in a fight, I will also toss your son

The Fifth Prince's injury has improved greatly.

Qing Moyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the jailer to take care of the Fifth Prince's side, and even picked a few tight-lipped ones to prevent the news of the long-hate women's clothing from spreading.

Everlasting Hate would report back to Qing Moyan about the Fifth Prince's affairs every night.

When I came here that night, I happened to meet Qihua.

"Don't worry about Qiancheng, I've sent someone to watch it." Qing Moyan comforted Qihua, "His life is more comfortable than ours. He has wine and meat every day, which is better than our days of eating vegetables. Much better."

"What are you eating vegetables?" Qi Hua was at a loss.

As soon as this remark came out, both Changhen and Ru Xiaonan nodded repeatedly.

Not bad, the food in Dali Temple is terrible recently, the food is better than them anywhere.

"His Highness Fifth is very weak, and he can't digest vegetables every day." Chang Hen said.

Qing Moyan glanced at Qihua, "Next time, cut the vegetables thinner."

Qihua nodded blankly, "But recently, there are no vegetables in the kitchen."

Everyone: "..."

Ru Xiaonan: "Then what are the hard lumps in the dishes recently?"

Qihua was puzzled and said, "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"What did you put underneath when you cut vegetables recently?" Chang Hen asked.

"Brick."

Changhen and Ru Xiaonan supported the wall together, as if about to vomit.

Emma, ​​I really can't live through this day, what else can't be chopped up by her and fried in a pan?

"Otherwise let Everlasting Hate treat Yu Yuanjun alone." Ru Xiaonan suggested, how could Yu Yuanjun recover from eating bricks every day.

Changhen thought for a while, "It's okay, anyway, His Highness Fifth Highness eats soft food." It's just cooking porridge or something, and it doesn't bother her.

Ru Xiaonan giggled, "It hurts after only taking care of him for a few days? Be careful to pay yourself."

Changhen stared straight at his eyes.

Ru Xiaonan laughed even more wildly, "Be careful if he sees through your identity and treats you as a broken sleeve."

Changhen gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Get lost."

Ru Xiaonan really rolled, rolling around on the couch like a ball of cats purring.

Qing Moyan looked at the two laughing in the inner room, with a faint smile in his eyes.

He has not been back to the Marquis Mansion for a long time, and since he accepted Yu Yuanjun's case, he has been taking Ru Xiaonan to stay in Dali Temple. No one disputes this.

Even Zhengqing of Dali Temple never mentioned a word.

"My son..." Xuanyu did not know when he arrived at the door, "Someone came from Qinghou's mansion, saying that the second young master had a dispute with others in Jinwu Guard and was injured."

Qing Moyan was stunned.

Ru Xiaonan in the inner room also heard it, and looked out in surprise.

"Arguing with someone?" Qing Moyan frowned.

Qing Moyan knows how much the second young master has. Qing Moyan knows better than anyone else, even if he had the guts to fight, he wouldn't dare to fight with others, why did he get hurt?
"Why did you tell me to go back?" Qing Moyan sat without moving.

"I heard that Master Hou is not here, so he went into the palace."

Qing Moyan was even more puzzled.

Old Hou Ye has been out of the emperor's eyes for many years, why was he suddenly called into the palace.

"Second young master was seriously injured. The mansion invited a doctor, but they couldn't make it. You can only hand over the sign and go to the palace to invite the imperial doctor." Xuanyu said.

Qing Moyan looked dignified.

Even though he has now confirmed his identity and has no blood relationship with the Second Young Master, this matter has not been made public, so in the eyes of outsiders, he is still from the Qinghou Mansion.

"Go and talk to Lord Zhengqing, I'll go back first." Qing Moyan ordered Changhen.

It was already midnight when I brought Ru Xiaonan back to Qinghou Mansion.

The second young master's yard was brightly lit, maids and women came and went, and from time to time someone came out of the room with a water basin.

Ru Xiaonan peeked at the sink.

It was full of blood.

Tsk tsk, it seems that the injury is not serious.

Ru Xiaonan pricked up her ears to listen to the movement in the room.

The room was filled with the Second Young Master's yelling and cursing, the sound of breaking things, and the low sobbing of the maids, it was really lively.

Ru Xiaonan's neck almost stretched.

Qing Moyan pinched the back of her neck calmly.

"It's stretched so long, I'm not afraid that it won't shrink back."

Ru Xiaonan stuck out her tongue, "Why would Second Young Master get into an argument with someone?"

It was still when the Jinwu Guard was on duty.

Qing Moyan didn't speak, but asked Xuanyu to call the doctor, and asked a few simple questions.

The doctor shook his head again and again, "I hurt my lungs, and what I spit out is all blood foam. This old man is not good at medicine, so there is nothing I can do."

Qing Moyan called to be in charge of the mansion, "When did Lord Hou enter the palace?"

He didn't want to get involved in the matter of the second young master, if he could be cured, it would be fine, otherwise he would cause a whole lot of trouble.

"In the past few days, people will come to the palace from time to time to invite Lord Hou to enter the palace." The steward replied, "The emperor said that he wanted to repair the imperial tomb... and gave the job to Lord Hou."

Qing Moyan was taken aback.

The emperor had indeed mentioned recently that he wanted to build the imperial mausoleum, but how this matter would be handed over to Lord Hou, he didn't understand it for a while.

"My son." Xuanyu reminded, "Second Young Master can't wait any longer."

Qing Moyan nodded, and decisively arranged for someone to take his sign and enter the palace to invite the imperial physician.

"By the way, send someone to inform Lord Hou, and tell him about the Second Young Master."

Meanwhile, the Royal Palace.

Old Hou Ye sat on the chair anxiously, but he didn't dare to occupy the chair with his buttocks, so he just sat in a corner. His back hurt from being so tired.

These few days the emperor always called him into the palace, and at first he was complacent about it, thinking that the emperor had finally solved his knot and appointed him again.

But the emperor assigned him the task of repairing the imperial mausoleum.

He wouldn't feel that way if it was simply to build the emperor's tomb. The emperor instructed him to repair Concubine Ying's tomb, and he also repaired Concubine Ying's tomb at the closest position to the main tomb.

As long as he thought of the "ghost shadow" he saw at Huayan Temple that day, cold sweat broke out on the back of the old Hou Ye.

How could the Lu family be Concubine Ying!

He must be mistaken, she is just a village woman, how could she be the emperor's favorite concubine.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He still remembered Lu's clear eyes, but Qing Moyan's eyes didn't look like her at all, unlike...

Lifting his head slightly, he was looking at the emperor's deep eyes, black and white, with the majesty and evil spirit of an emperor.

Old Hou Ye's heart "thumped".

Qing Moyan's eyes... so much like them...

Because the emperor is high above, the courtiers rarely dare to look at each other face to face. The old Hou Ye stared blankly into the emperor's eyes, forgetting the courtesy of the emperor and ministers for a while.

It wasn't until the waiter beside him coughed that he suddenly came to his senses, and hastily lowered his head to apologize.

Before the emperor could speak, a servant came in from outside the hall, knelt down and said, "Master Shaoqing of Dali Temple asked someone to send a message, saying that his second brother was stabbed in a dispute with someone in the Jinwu Guard, and that the Lord Hou should come back soon." Go back some time."

Old Hou Ye was shocked, and looked up at the servant in disbelief.

"Injured?" The emperor frowned, "You can still cause trouble when you are on an errand in the Jinwu Guard... It can be seen that it is non-stop."

Old Hou Ye opened his mouth, he really wanted to defend his son.

Doesn't he understand his son? How could he argue with others?

"With Mo Yan at the Hou's mansion, you can rest assured that nothing will be missed." The emperor said quietly, and then went on to talk to him about the repair of the imperial mausoleum.

Old Hou Ye is sitting on pins and needles.

His son's life or death in the mansion is uncertain, but he wants to chat with the emperor here with a smiling face.

It was just trivial matters, but the emperor asked them endlessly, and the old Hou Ye felt as if his heart was roasting on the fire, suffering in every possible way.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, took the teacup from the servant's hand, and took a sip.

For so many years, you have tormented my son, and now I have to do a good job to your son.

(End of this chapter)