I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 116: City

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According to legend, hundreds of years ago there was a bohemian scholar who wore loose robes and long hair. However, because of his outstanding talent, he was hailed as a celebrity and even got the title of "Crazy Life". But where can a man with disheveled hair look good?

Shi Jin has been well-behaved since he was a child, and he can't even understand what is so praiseworthy about other people's irregular behavior.

Although he and Rong Xia have different positions, they have to admit in their hearts that Rong Xia is a rare person in the capital. After seeing his embarrassed side, Shi Jin didn't feel gloating, but his heart was complicated.

I not only thought that he was not good to Princess Fule, but also wanted him to be in love with Princess Fule until they grow old.

Looking at the person in Rong Xia's arms, Shi Jin raised his hand and motioned for his subordinates to let Rong Xia go.

After Rong Xia nodded to him, he boarded a carriage that parked hurriedly outside.

"Marquis Cheng'an," Shi Jin walked to the carriage, "How is Princess Fule?"

"Thanks to Mr. Lao Shi's concern, my wife is not in danger of life," Rong Xia lifted the curtain and said with an indifferent expression, "Goodbye."

"Farewell." Shi Jin took two steps back and watched the carriage leaving with the family crest of the Marquis of Cheng'an.

He turned his head, and the little maid who had been brought in just now was escorted out. The prince and princess followed him out, with an unsightly expression on their faces.

"Your Highness," Shi Jin walked up to the prince, "Is this palace maid the murderer who poisoned Princess Fule?"

"Although she is the murderer, there is someone else behind the scenes," the Crown Princess continued, "Has Marquis Cheng'an left?"

"I just left in a hurry."

The Crown Princess pursed her lips and turned to look at the Prince. The worry on the Prince's face was so intense that she couldn't get rid of it. She reached out to hold the prince's arm and said, "Your Highness, should we send some medicinal materials that Princess Fule needs."

"Thank you, Crown Princess." The Crown Prince nodded to her, turned around and went to where the courtiers were.

The Crown Princess looked at the Prince's back blankly. A long time ago, the Prince liked to call her by her nickname. At that time, she always advised the Prince that this was against the rules. If other people heard it, they would definitely laugh at him. Now that the prince no longer calls her by his nickname, she suddenly feels lost.

It must be because Marquis Cheng'an called Banhua by his nickname that she was so concerned about gains and losses. The Crown Princess laughed at herself, she was different from Ban Hua, why should she compare with her?

"Princess," Shi Jin looked at her worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," the princess shook her head, "I'm just a little tired."

Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, Shi Jin cupped his fists and bowed before retreating.

Fire, raging fire.

Banhua felt like she was being propped up on a pile of firewood. The fire was so strong that half of the sky turned red. She opened her dry lips, but all she saw was the dark sky. Not long after, snowflakes began to float in the sky again, and the snow became heavier and heavier. She was so cold that she had nowhere to hide.

Either burned to death by fire or frozen to death by snow?

She lowered her head and glanced at the clothes she was wearing. The coarse linen clothes had no aesthetic value at all. She touched her hair again and found that the messy and dry hair was no better than a chicken coop.

No, no, she can't die like this.

The snow had sunk into her calves, making every step extremely difficult. She took a deep breath and looked for the direction of Jingting's mansion.

After walking a few steps, the road in front of her changed shape, with fire on one side and snow on the other. She stopped and felt despair in her heart.

But as soon as she lowered her head and saw the clothes on her body, she gained courage again and moved forward step by step with difficulty.

At the end of the road are countless graves. There are no weeds or tombstones on the graves. Each one stands there coldly, making people's hair stand on end.

Banhua stopped and suddenly remembered the dream he had had. Some of the dead souls under the sword of suppression were real gangsters, but most of them were victims of the disaster who were forced to die. She closed her eyes and tried to walk across the ground.

She heard the cries of children, the wails of women, and the roars of men. Clenching her cheeks, she didn't dare to look back or respond to those who called her name. Her grandfather once told her that if someone calls her in the cemetery, she must not look back or answer.

"Huahua," a tall old man wearing a green robe stood in front with a smile, "What are you doing here? Why don't you come back with me."

Grandpa?

Banhua stared blankly at the old man in front of her, wanting to call him out.

No, that's not right.

Before his death, my grandfather was frightened and tortured by illness, and was too thin to be human. However, he supported his grandmother day after day. Only when he could no longer hold on, he took her hand and asked her to stay with her.

Grandma...

The tears in Banhua's eyes finally fell. She felt sorry for her grandfather. She didn't accompany her grandmother properly, and she didn't protect her grandmother properly.

"Huahua..." Rong Xia rushed to the bedside and saw Banhua, whose face was flushed with fever and her face was red, shedding tears. He quickly grabbed her hand and asked loudly: "Huahua, you What's wrong with you, Huahua?"

"Marquis Cheng'an," an imperial doctor who had finished the acupuncture said somewhat unbearably when he saw Rong Xia like this, "Marquis Cheng'an, the princess is in a coma now. She can't hear your voice."

"How is the princess doing now?" Rong Xia held Banhua's hand tightly. The hot temperature made it difficult for him to feel at ease, "Didn't you say before that the amount of **** was not large and there would be no risk to his life?" ?"

"It stands to reason that this is the case, but the princess vomited so much blood and started to have high fever again. These situations are indeed dangerous." Seeing that Marquis Cheng An had a stern face and did not speak, the imperial doctor said cautiously, "Don't worry, sir. We will do our best to treat him."

Rong Xia nodded silently: "Thank you."

He turned around and wiped the tears from Banhua's face.

Seeing his lost look, the imperial doctor shook his head helplessly in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, a boy hurried in.

"Marquis, Lord Marquis, Duke Jingting, Lady Jingting and the Crown Prince are here," the boy gasped and saluted Rong Xia, "Mr. Jingting couldn't wait for the announcement and has already rushed over. ”

"I understand." As soon as Rong Xia finished speaking, Ban Huai's voice came in.

"How is Huahua?"

"Who planned it? Who were the imperial doctors invited?"

The Ban family members poured in, and the imperial doctor discovered that in addition to the three members of the Ban family, there were also some people from the side branches of the Ban family. These people were all fierce and vicious. If they hadn't used the nickname of Princess Fule, they would have almost thought The Ban family is here to cause trouble.

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law," Rong Xia saluted the second elder, but the second elder of the Ban family had no intention of waiting for him to salute. Yin walked to the bed and touched Banhua's hot forehead, "Has the murderer been caught?"

Rong Xia bowed and said, "I will try this case myself."

Yin Shi nodded and wiped the sweat from Banhua's forehead with a handkerchief: "We can rest assured when you do your work."

Rong Xia bowed deeply to Yin again and said nothing more.

"If I had known that something like this would happen, I should have gone to Yutian," Ban Huai said with regret and anger, "Which little **** caused our daughter to suffer such a terrible crime, I will kill him."

The imperial doctor couldn't help but think that after Duke Jingting was worthy of being a military commander, his curse words were really straightforward.

"When the mastermind behind the scenes is found out, we will not let him go!" Ban Heng gritted his teeth with hatred. He walked behind Yin, looked at his sister who looked extremely painful, and turned to see the imperial doctor, "My sister What kind of poison did you get?"

"Aconitum."

"What?" Ban Heng's feet softened. He was so vicious?

His sister...

His sister...

"Prince, please rest assured that the princess's poisoning is not serious. As long as she survives the high fever, she will be fine."

Ban Heng was still feeling extremely uncomfortable. How had his sister ever suffered like this? What does it mean to just get through it? This is being poisoned, not being hungry or thirsty. But who has such a deep hatred for her sister that he must take her life?

Princess Ning Xie Wanyu?

Crown Princess Shi?

Is it Xie Qilin, the second oldest child in the Xie family, or Shen Yu, who was whipped by her sister?

Ignoring the first three, even if Shen Yu hates his sister, does he have the ability to arrange for people to cause trouble at the Farming Festival? If he really had this ability, how could he be stripped of his fame and unable to keep his official position?

Ban Heng knew that his brain was limited, so he put forward the doubts in his heart.

"It can't be Shen Yu," Yin said with an almost certain tone, "He returned to his hometown of Dongzhou."

"I was wondering why I haven't seen him again. It turns out that he returned to his hometown after he was dismissed from his job," Ban Heng looked at Rong Xia, "Brother-in-law, please find the real culprit behind this."

"I will," Rong Xia said with a stern face, "I won't let Huahua suffer these crimes in vain."

The news that Banhua had been poisoned quickly reached Emperor Yun Qing. When he heard the news, he almost couldn't believe his ears.

"How could □□ be brought into Yu Tian?" This time, he arranged for the prince to go farming on his behalf. He specially asked the Ministry of Rites to prepare the imperial specifications. Every food and supplies were carefully inspected. It was almost impossible to blend in. More difficult than ever.

Unless the palace maids and eunuchs serving in Oden have been bribed, it is absolutely impossible for this kind of thing to happen.

Commander Yang had a vague guess in his mind, but he couldn't say it directly. He just said: "Wei Chen will definitely find out as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yunqing suddenly said: "Do you think it is Prince Ning or Princess Ning?"

Commander Yang was stunned for a long time: "Wei Chen... I don't know."

"You don't know, or you don't dare to say it?" Emperor Yunqing asked Wang De to help him walk to the imperial case, "Grind."

Prince Ning is impulsive by nature, which is my fault for doting on him. Now that I am older, I still have no progress or retreat in my actions. I feel very sad. Today, Prince Luo is deprived of his title of prince and demoted to a county prince. I hope he will repent...

After Commander Yang only saw these few sentences in the imperial edict, he felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat. Is Your Majesty planning to reduce Prince Ning’s title?

After Emperor Yunqing finished writing the imperial edict, he put down his pen and sighed, and endured it. After all, he did not let anyone deliver the imperial edict to Prince Ning's Mansion.

However, that night, Emperor Yunqing began to have nightmares again. In the dream, he was torn apart by his old friends and almost fell into the endless abyss with them.

In the dungeon, the palace maid Xiao Yu sat in the corner with her shoulders hunched. Not far away, a gray mouse ran past, picked up a piece of dry yellow steamed bun that had fallen off at some point, and turned around to dig into the musty smell. In the smell of dead grass.

Xiaoyu tried her best to hide behind her, but there was nothing she could hide behind except the thick and cold wall.

"Come out," a jailer walked to her old door, his tone cold and emotionless, "If Marquis Cheng'an wants to ask you, hurry up."

Xiaoyu walked out of the cell door timidly. She was wearing shackles on her feet and could not walk too fast. The long shadows fell on the mottled wall, reminding her of the ghost stories she had heard when she was a child.

Walking through the long passage, the prisoners she saw were either expressionless or crazy.

When they arrived at the brightest place, Xiao Yu saw Cheng Anhou sitting on a wooden chair. He was wearing a dark brocade robe, his face was pale, and there were faint bruises around his eyes.

"Master Hou, the prisoner has been brought."

Xiao Yu saw that the other party finally raised his head and glanced at her, but the look was emotionless and so cold that she knelt down unconsciously.

"Get up and answer," Rong Xia's tone was unexpectedly calm. She glanced at Rong Xia secretly, and the other person's expression was also particularly calm, as if the chill she just felt was her illusion. She stood up tremblingly, the guilt in her heart making her embarrassed to raise her head.

After all, she is just a little palace maid of thirteen or fourteen years old, and her heart is not firm enough.

"I don't understand. The first cup of tea was highly poisonous and it was you who brewed it. Why did you give up at the last moment?" Rong Xia asked casually, as if he just wanted to ask a very simple question.

"Slave... your brother works in the palace and was favored by the princess. Originally he was just a rough eunuch, but because of a few words from the princess and a hand warmer, he was allowed to work in the palace. Life is getting better," Xiao Yu said, while she couldn't stop crying. "He often told the slave how good the princess was, but the slave couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart."

Prince Ning threatened her with the lives of her family members, so she had to obey, but she didn't expect Princess Fule to be such a good person. She spilled the tea, and not only did she not blame her, but she also gave her a handkerchief and told her to be careful. She could not watch such a good person die from poisoning.

Even she herself did not think that she would give up such a great opportunity and poured out the cup of tea as if she was dizzy.

Maybe it was because she didn't want to repay a favor, or maybe it was because Princess Fule's smile was so beautiful that she lost her mind. No matter what the reason was, at least the moment she poured out the tea, she felt extremely relaxed.

"I have someone control your family. If you are willing to hand over the mastermind behind the scenes, I will have someone protect them. If you are unwilling to speak," Rong Xia lowered her eyelids, "I can only let Your family walks with you."

"Are you serious? Did you send people to find all my family members?" Xiao Yu looked at Rong Xia in surprise, "You didn't lie to me?"

Rong Xia said expressionlessly: "You choose."

"My slave said," Xiao Yu kowtowed to Rong Xia, "My slave will say it right now."

"It's just a slave..."

"Marquis Cheng'an," Jiang Luo strode in. He glanced at Xiao Yu, "Marquis Cheng'an is so powerful. My beloved wife is unconscious at home, but you have the leisure to interrogate an insignificant little palace maid here."

He turned around and looked at Xiaoyu again: "It's a bit tender and delicious."

Xiao Yu turned pale with fright and did not dare to look at Jiang Luo.

"Don't pay attention to irrelevant people," Rong Xia ignored Jiang Luo, and didn't even stand up to salute Jiang Luo. He just looked at Xiao Yu, "This is your last chance."

"Yes...yes..." Xiaoyu glanced at Jiang Luo, who was staring at him with evil eyes. She trembled all over, closed her eyes and said, "The one who commands this slave is His Highness Prince Ning."

"You can eat as much as you want, but you can't talk nonsense. When have I seen you before?" Jiang Luo sneered, "You are just a palace maid who cannot be put on the stage. Your appearance is not gorgeous enough and your figure is not graceful enough. Even if I Even if I’m blind, I won’t notice you.”

"Marquis Cheng'an, this maid has slandered the royal family and deserves to be beheaded." Jiang Luo suddenly shouted, "Someone, take away this maid who is talking nonsense and ruining my reputation."

"Prince Ning," Rong Xia turned around and looked at the guards of Prince Ning who came in with a cold look: "This is the dungeon of the capital. If the prince wants to take people from here, he must at least bring people from Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyi. Warrant."

"What do Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyi mean? I want to take someone away, who dares to stop him?"

Rong Xia put her hands behind her back and said slowly: "Your Majesty, are you eager to kill people and silence them?"

"What are you going to kill?" Jiang Luo made a gesture, telling his guards to **** the people immediately, "Marquis Cheng'an should be more cautious when speaking."

"Wei Chen thinks that the prince should be cautious in doing things," Rong Xia raised his right hand. Suddenly, many guards emerged from the dungeon where there were not many people, including people from Dali Temple and people from Jing Zhaoyi. "Today I have a minister here, no one can take her away."

"Marquis Cheng'an, do you want to commit the following crime?"

"Your Majesty is the only one who can be loyal to your ministers," Rong Xia looked at Prince Ning with a half-smile, "I'm afraid it's too early for His Highness Prince Ning to give orders to his ministers."

Jiang Luo's face was so gloomy that he almost squeezed out ink. He gritted his teeth and said: "Rong Xia, don't be so shameless."

The only person who responded to him was a mocking chuckle from Rong Xia.

In Jiang Luo's anger, the two sides finally met each other in battle, but it was obvious that both sides were extremely restrained and did not dare to really cause trouble, so the weapons in their hands made them shrink back.

The guards of Prince Ning's Mansion did not want to make the matter a big deal, which might lead to treason or other serious charges. People in Jing Zhaoyi and Dali Temple were worried about Prince Ning's identity and did not dare to use the sword.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Luo became even more angry. Without thinking, he reached out to grab the palace maid who was sitting on the ground. However, before he could bend down, he was stopped by Rong Xia, "Prince Ning. , Do you want to rebel? This is a dungeon. Even if you are a prince, you are not allowed to break in."

"Go away!" Jiang Luo wanted to push Rong Xia away, but Rong Xia refused to back down. He immediately cursed: "Rong Xia, you are just a **** who was fostered at my grandfather's house. Don't let me go." I don’t mind looking at any profile of an upright gentleman placed in front of me.”

"Bang!" Suddenly the door behind him was knocked open, and a group of young people with wooden sticks rushed in. Before the people on both sides of Prince Ning and Rong Xia could react, they saw these young people beating the guards of Prince Ning's mansion. They didn't spank anywhere else, but spanked their calves and buttocks.

Weeping continued for a while, and everyone was stunned by this menacing group of unidentified young people.

The people in Dali Temple were a little nervous at first, but when they saw that this group of people were obviously only focused on beating Prince Ning's personal guards, they immediately felt relieved. Whose young boy is this brave?

After beating all Prince Ning's guards over, these young men did not hesitate, picked up thick wooden sticks and left in a hurry. If it weren't for Prince Ning's guards lying on the ground and wailing, they almost thought it was all an illusion.

"I think..." a Dali Temple official said, "Should we call the doctor first?"

What do these people think of the dungeon of their Dali Temple? They come and go as they please, and the group of young people dressed as servants just now, with strong and strong arms and heavy footsteps, are obviously martial arts practitioners. , if Dali Temple had no internal response, how could it be possible to allow them to come and go and escape unharmed?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Marquis Cheng'an, who was standing quietly next to him, and wisely chose to remain silent.

In the end, Prince Ning failed to take the palace maid away. Two hours after he returned to Prince Ning's Mansion, he received the imperial edict from the palace.

His father reduced his title from prince to county king.

As the emperor's second son, he was actually reduced to a county king. How will he gain a foothold in the capital in the future? Thinking of the mocking looks from others, especially the arrogant prince, Jiang Luo felt like his head was exploding.

The bedding in the room was smashed to the floor, and all the servants who were serving around him were dragged down to hit the floor. But this was still not enough. Jiang Luo felt like there was a fire burning in his heart, and he could not suppress his anger. He had to find an outlet to calm down.

He noticed a trembling maid in the corner, pulled her to the bed, and could no longer hold back the violent emotions in his heart.

"Princess..." The manager of Prince Ning's Mansion walked up to Xie Wanyu, "A maid in the prince's courtyard slipped and fell to death. Now we need to recruit new servants to take care of her."

"Slip and fall to death?" Xie Wanyu felt as if he had heard a big joke, "Is there a cliff or a hidden weapon in the palace, since it can kill people?"

The housekeeper lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

"That's all," Xie Wanyu sneered, "I understand. You can just arrange the affairs of the palace. There is no need to report it to me."

The housekeeper laughed dryly and backed out.

The relationship between the prince and the princess is not good, and it is the servants like them who suffer the most. They are not worry-free masters, but no one can be offended. What they can do is just to control and mess around, just hope that their lives can be better.

Thinking of the miserable maid just now, the housekeeper shuddered. The prince's character has become more and more violent recently, and he seems to be a different person.

Although the previous prince had an impulsive personality, he was just simple-minded and did not act without scruples. The current prince is more like a madman with a violent personality. In his eyes, everyone is not worth mentioning.

"Your Majesty," the **** poured a cup of tea for Prince Ning and comforted him in a low voice, "please calm down. Although you have been temporarily demoted, you have a good relationship with the commander of the infantry yamen, which the prince cannot match. ."

"Commander of the Infantry Yamen..."

Although the infantry yamen does not sound domineering enough, in fact, half of the entire capital's military strength is under their control. Although the Imperial Guards protect His Majesty closely, their numbers are limited after all.

Jiang Luo suddenly turned to look at the eunuch: "Tell me, is Rong Xia my father's illegitimate son?"

"Your Majesty, you are putting this servant in a difficult situation. When will I be able to see His Majesty and Marquis Cheng'an?" The eunuch's voice was sharp, which made Jiang Luo frown unhappily.

"However, although I have never met my servant, His Majesty is indeed very kind to Prince Ning. It is no wonder that some people in the capital are jealous and spread rumors."

"In my opinion, this is not a rumor."

If it was a rumor, how could his father demote his title for Rong Xia's sake, but not investigate the identities of those servants who suddenly appeared in Dali Temple?

"Since they are so unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust."

Throughout the ages, how many emperors have stained their hands with blood for the throne?

The eldest brother is cowardly and the father has difficulty moving. Why can't he be the master of this world?

Banhua was still walking forward in her dream. She walked for a long time and finally saw the word "京城" in front of a city gate.

Her heavy feet became light, so light that she could fly.

But just as she was about to step into the city gate, a man grabbed her hand.