The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 832 Taizu
Returning from the outskirts of Beijing, Song Xieyu sat in the carriage, resting with his hands on his forehead.

Halfway through the journey, the carriage stopped suddenly. Song Xieyu didn't bother to open his eyes, and some bloodshot eyes could be seen in his long and narrow eyes: "Are you here so soon?"

Frowning, Song Xieyu was suspicious. Although she was dozing off, she hadn't completely fallen asleep. It was only half an hour from the suburbs of Beijing to the present. No matter how fast the carriage was, it would still take an hour and a half. To Huaiyin Palace.

Now, it's too early.

Yuxian opened the curtain and went out, and came back after a while: "Princess, a group of people are surrounded in front, I don't know what happened, our carriage was blocked, and the slaves went to drive those people away."

Song Xieyu lifted the curtain of the sedan chair next to him and took a look. It was a mess in front of him. There were indeed quite a few people around. Some were dressed as scholars, some were the second-generation officials in corseted riding attire, and there were also peddlers who bought pear paste candies from a stall. , all kinds of people, all walks of life are not lacking.

"It's rare to be so lively." Song Xieyu's eyes were slightly fixed, and he spoke lightly, with no emotion in his tone.

In Kyoto, at the foot of the emperor, even ordinary people are more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than those rich landowners in wild places. They always abide by the laws and regulations, and it is rare to gather crowds to block the roads, which is strange today.

Yuxian also felt strange at the side, and said in a low voice: "Princess, I will ask the guards to clear the way, but I'm afraid it will take a quarter of an hour for the carriage to go on."

Song Xieyu looked away from the group of people and looked at another place: "Is the Qianzhai Pavilion nearby?"

She changed the subject quickly, and Yuxian couldn't react for a moment, she was stunned for a moment before she nodded: "It is indeed Qianzhai Pavilion a few steps away."

Only then did Song Xieyu put down the curtain, and sat back again, with his eyelids half drooping weakly: "Then there is no need to expel those people. It's not good if there is too much movement in troubled times."

"Go to Qianzhai Pavilion to buy some snacks. I remember that Yan'er's favorite is the peach blossom cake from Qianzhai Pavilion."

After she spoke, Yuxian bowed and retreated. Song Xieyu had a headache, and rested her eyes with her forehead resting on her back.

Yushu watched from the side, refilled Song Xieyu's tea with great insight, then knelt down beside Song Xieyu and pressed her shoulders.

"Yes, Mr. Qianzhi is telling a book over there..."

"It's all your fault. You have to do the tofu brain business that night. Look, there are so many people, we can't squeeze in..."

"Tell me, what are you in a hurry for? Isn't Mr. Qianzhi still talking? We came at the right time, so we won't have to wait in vain."

Outside the carriage, a man's arguing sounded indistinctly, and Song Xieyu laughed when he heard it.

"Mr. Qianzhi, this name...is quite resounding."

Yu Shu also found it absurd when she listened to it, so she teased: "Hundred characters are already considered big, and this person even hangs a thousand characters on his head, but he is really not afraid of losing his life if he loses his waist."

Song Xieyu also smiled while listening, Yushu's words were rough but not rough.

With such a smile, Song Xieyu couldn't rest anymore, opened his eyes, took the teacup in his plain hand, and took a sip from his lips.

Just as he swallowed the tea, before the porcelain bottom of the cup touched the table, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man coming from a distance.

"Everyone... Continuing from last time, there has never been such a bloody disaster among the successive emperors offering sacrifices to the heavens. Except for the founding emperor of Dayu, that is the world that was fought on horseback. Six captives were captured and Sihe was established. His hands are covered with blood, so when he was offering sacrifices to the sky, a thunderbolt struck the emperor Taizu's horse alive."

This man's voice was clear, and he was used to storytelling at first glance. He still articulated clearly without any ambiguity even though he was so far away.

Yushu was fascinated by what she was listening to, and after a while she said in a daze: "Princess, is what this person said true?"

Seeing her appearance, Song Xieyu couldn't help smiling, raised his right hand slightly, and patted her forehead: "You really like to join in the fun."

The two personal maids under her command have followed her since she was a child. They are loyal, and Yuxian is steady.

Yushu is young and has a bit of a temper, but she is also lively and cute. She is also happy to see her, and she deliberately indulges her, and Yuxian often takes care of her.

She has a sense of propriety, so she speaks quickly in front of her and Yuxian, without any rules, and Song Xieyu never scolded her, only treating her as her own sister.

When Yushu was hit by her like this, she covered her forehead and smiled embarrassedly, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and tugged at her sleeve to act coquettishly: "Princess, don't tease the servant, hurry up and explain the confusion to the servant."

Song Xieyu glanced at the source of the sound unconsciously, no wonder Yushu was curious, this Mr. Qianzhi really has some skills, his words are fascinating, and his tone is even more appetizing.

The story is still fresh, keeping up with current events, the deeds of Emperor Gaozu have been passed down to the present, few people know about it, and now when His Majesty sacrificed to the heavens, Hong Meiren was conceived on the spot, but everyone knows it and everyone is watching.

If he put these two things together, wouldn't it suffocate people's curiosity?
Yushu grew up in the palace, and she has extraordinary knowledge. If she is like this, those common people are self-evident.

Seeing Yushu looking at him eagerly, Song Xieyu stopped hanging on to her, and nodded lightly: "This Mr. Qiangu said there is indeed something."

Yushu was half-believing at first, but she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes when she really nodded, so she said, "There really are such shocking things in the world..."

Song Xieyu knew about this, and she also heard it from a concubine in the Lenggong in her previous life. At that time, Xie Yang hated her, and was even more jealous of the Huaiyin Palace, especially the days when she ascended to the throne by wooing the Huaiyin Palace. , so he thought of a way to let her fall into the dust, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Taking advantage of the name of Xiaochan, his favorite concubine who wanted to come over from Jiangnan, he was furious and sent her to the cold palace.

She was also naive at that time, explaining to him over and over again that she did not do this, but Xie Yang.How could it be possible not to know the truth?All he wanted was a title, an excuse, a reason that could be used to silence Youyou, and send her to the limbo, so as not to be an eyesore.

Compared with her idiot, Yan'er obviously saw his face clearly from the very beginning, so she planned to use her own child as a lure to let the beloved concubine kill the child in Yan'er's belly, and then she put the child in Yan'er's stomach to death. Her sister was rescued from the cold palace.

But even so, she lived in the cold palace for a full half a month. There were a bunch of crazy women in the cold palace. Thanks to the concubine's care, she survived until a month later when Yan'er invited rescuers.

(End of this chapter)