The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 561
Even if Emperor Jing'an was unhappy, he couldn't really argue with Song Xieyu's dream, so he just let it go.

But once the seeds of doubt take root and germinate in my heart, they will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

On the second day, Xie Chu was busy in the study, Yang Jin rushed in excitedly, with joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, and saluted: "Your Highness, there is good news!"

Xie Chu put down his pen, and raised his eyes to look at him with a little contempt: "Happiness and anger are all in the form, and great things are hard to achieve."

These words smacked of teasing, Yang Jin scratched her head and said, "Your Highness will decide on major events, and what is the material for your subordinates to make great events?"

Xie Chu squinted at him, and asked with hatred: "What makes you so happy? Tell me!"

Yang Jin cleared his throat, "There was news from the palace that after the imperial court left this morning, His Majesty left the prince and several ministers in the palace to discuss matters. In front of several ministers, he scolded the prince bloody."

He paused and continued: "The occupation of the land by the honorable family in Beijing is a legacy of the previous dynasty. Your Majesty has always turned a blind eye to the comparison. Today, he reprimanded the crown prince for this matter. I think there must be a reason for it. Guessing that His Majesty may have become suspicious of the Crown Prince, wouldn't this be a happy event!"

"The prince has a deep foundation in the court, and has the support of the queen and mother clan. Even if His Majesty becomes suspicious, he will not be easily dethroned in a short while. Let's see!"

Xie Chu looked at his silly subordinates, and pinched the center of his eyebrows: "I'm afraid the prince will make some moves in the future, so we need to be more careful in the future."

Yang Jin couldn't help admiring His Royal Highness's determination not to be pleased with things, and nodded yes.

Xie Chu saw him standing stupidly nodding and refusing to leave, so he asked casually, "Is there anything else to report?"

Yang Jin shook her head, "It's okay...it's okay...this subordinate will leave."

As she spoke, she was about to go out, and when she reached the door, Yang Jin suddenly backed away, hesitated for a moment, and stammered: "There is one more thing, it's about the princess, I don't know if I should say it or not..."

Xie Chu hated people's words to whet his appetite the most, and besides, it was about Song Xieyu, so he said in a deep voice, "Don't be a fool, talk quickly!"

Yang Jin said: "The princess often goes out of the palace recently, this is nothing, but... it's just that Napu Juncheng seems to be lingering, and he can always come out from everywhere at the right time, and have a chance encounter with the princess... I can't tell, it is I think it's just too coincidental..."

Xie Chu was holding a pen to make annotations on official documents, when he heard that the tip of the pen was stagnant, the ink marks were scattered between the flowing brush and ink, leaving a dark shadow, which was very similar to the mood he couldn't get rid of at the moment.

But how could King Yong, who had just reprimanded his subordinates with a smile on his face, show timidity, forced himself to suppress the overwhelming jealousy in his heart, pretended to be calm and said: "There are only a few places in the Jingzhongfang post, can it be that only the princess can leave and others can't? You just take care of yourself." How can there be so much nonsense about the safety of the princess!"

Yang Jin looked at the prince with a face as calm as water and always felt that something was wrong, and scratched her head nervously: "Your Highness taught me a lesson, and my subordinates wrote it down."

After speaking, he turned and walked out, but for some reason, he always felt a cold wind blowing in from behind his neck, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

But he was still a step too late, just as he pushed open the red sandalwood door of the study, he heard the voice of the prince with a hint of anger behind him: "Speaking of the princess indiscriminately, the salary will be fined for three months, and I will go and receive the punishment myself."

Yang Jin's heart was bleeding, and she wished she could find someone who was cheating on her and slapped her in the mouth severely, to see if she owed her so much in the future!

Xie Chu drank the old vinegar handed over by his subordinates, feeling depressed, and sulked all afternoon in the study alone. At night, he went back to the backyard to listen to Song Xieyu's cheerful talk about what she had seen and heard that day. He couldn't help being distracted and pretended to ask casually. : "Do you have anything important to tell me?"

Song Xieyu was at a loss, she felt that what she just said was very important.

Prince Yong has the dignity of Prince Yong, even if his heart is full of jealousy, he can't say a word. He wants to save face and suffer the pain. He talked with his concubine for a long time, but he didn't ask why.

Prince Yong was upset, so he looked for the concubine's dissatisfaction everywhere, always wrestling with Song Xieyu on trivial matters.

Song Xieyu was full of doubts, so he wanted to have a good chat with Xie Chu.

It was a sunny day, and the sky was bright and clear, so Song Xieyu ordered people to mix wine and vegetables in the plum garden, and invited Xie Chu to enjoy the flowers together.

Xie Chu came here with the good ideal of solving the problem, but he didn't know that the wine made him more sad.

After drinking a few glasses of sake, looking at the smiling princess in front of him, Xie Chu couldn't help thinking that Song Xieyu had smiled and shyly smiled at Pu Juncheng in the past few days, and his heart felt like being soaked in vinegar. .

Xie Chu walked to a blooming tiger thorn plum with some annoyance, fiddled with it a few times, but accidentally pricked his fingers by the hard thorns on the branch.

Xie Chu withdrew his hand with a hiss, Song Xieyu got up and went over, pulled up his pierced finger and looked at it, but saw that there was not even a drop of blood, so he didn't take it seriously.

Yang Jin, who has been fined a monthly salary, has been very winking recently. Seeing that his prince's face has darkened visibly to the naked eye, he hurriedly asked: "Does the prince want some medicine? The subordinates will go get it."

Xie Chu turned a deaf ear to it, squeezed his injured finger, glanced at Song Xieyu, said something amazing, his cold voice was much more difficult, and he sneered coldly: "With you in my heart, every wind and grass will feel distressed. If my heart does not have you, the grave The grass moved silently."

Yang Jin couldn't believe her ears, and it took her a while to accept that the resentful tone really came from his prince.

What he knew was that his prince's finger had been pricked by a thorn, but what he didn't know thought that the thorn was poisoned to death.

Even if the poison was really quenched, the prince of his family would not be like this. Thinking back on the battlefield, the prince had never suffered any kind of injury. The heaviest arrow was only an inch away from the heart. Seeing his prince blink his eyes, why did he suddenly become so coquettish?
Yang Jin couldn't help taking a sneak peek at the resentful prince, and couldn't help but slander: Whoever said that it was a big deal is not showing emotions!

Song Xieyu was also frightened by Xie Chu's inexplicable words and got goosebumps all over his body. He touched Xie Chu's head, but he didn't have a fever!
Xie Chu, who seemed to be possessed by a resentful woman, was awkward from noon to evening.

Song Xieyu was afraid that his resentment would be touched by inattention, so she didn't even dare to join him for dinner, she used some in a hurry and hid in bed early.

Xie Chu came back from the study on an empty stomach, only to see that the princess, who was obsessed with storybooks and would not urge her to sleep, rolled into the bed wrapped in a quilt very consciously today.

Hearing his footsteps, the person in the quilt suddenly froze, and his breathing became a little short. He didn't need to look closely at Xie Chu to know that she was pretending to be asleep. The resentment accumulated for many days swept in like a surging tide, washing away his sanity.

(End of this chapter)