I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 97: City

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There is an embarrassment in the world, which is called taking one step forward and turning the world upside down, and one step back leading to hell. Du Jiu followed his master through thick and thin. He had seen blood and experienced many things. But today's situation made him wish he didn't have eyes, otherwise he wouldn't have seen such embarrassing things. scene.

Banhua noticed him and smiled at him: "Du Jiu, why are you here?"

"The Marquis asked his subordinates to send a note." Du Jiu tried his best to pretend that he had not seen anything, lowered his head and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Ban Hua.

"That's good, I don't need to send someone to make another trip." Banhua took out two straw grasshoppers, "Your master always said that he never played with these things when he was a child. Well, you take them back to him. I am helping him make up for his childhood."

Du Jiu took the grasshoppers blankly and said, "Thank you, Princess?"

Their Marquis has never played with these things since he was a child. Where did the princess buy these gadgets from? Not to mention, the craftsmanship is really good and the grasshoppers are quite cute. Children will definitely like them.

But is their Marquis a child?

However, facing the smiling eyes of Princess Fule, he lowered his head timidly, not daring to show any signs of surprise.

"Okay, you can go back." Banhua smiled contentedly, turned around and walked into the front door of Ban's house. With this relaxed and happy look, she obviously forgot that there was someone kneeling behind her.

The door of the Ban family closed slowly. Du Jiu glanced at Xie Qilin, Princess Fule's former fiance, and decided to take a few steps to the side corner, trying not to enter Xie Qilin's sight. However, Xie Qilin had already seen Banhua when he was talking to him.

"Guard Du." Xie Qilin stood up from the ground and called to Du Jiu who was about to leave in a hurry, "I have something to tell Uncle Rong..."

"Second Young Master Xie, you should call our master Hou Ye now," Du Jiu interrupted Xie Qilin, "If you have anything to say, you can say it in front of our Lord Hou. I am not literate, if If you go astray and miss a few words, it won’t be beautiful. So, you’d better not say this in front of me.”

I always feel that after spending a long time with Princess Fule, he starts to speak like Princess Fule. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Farewell." Du Jiu saluted, turned around and left in a hurry, leaving Xie Qilin with a calm back.

Xie Qilin stood there blankly, looking up at the plaque of Jingting Palace, feeling as if he didn't know what night it was.

Banhua returned to the inner courtyard, found her parents, and told them about borrowing money from the doctor.

"You did a good job in this matter," Mrs. Yin actually smiled after hearing this, "No doctor in the world can cure such a disease. Unless a **** takes action, otherwise the Xie family's eldest son can only be a useless person." ”

"I think so too. It's better to borrow it than not to borrow it at all," Banhua held her chin in one hand, "But the Xie family's elder brother is really lucky..."

Yin lowered her eyelids and smiled faintly: "Who knows if it's bad luck or retribution?"

"Mom, sister, we lent the doctor to the Xie family, but the Xie family's eldest son couldn't be cured. Will the Xie family blame us for deliberately letting the doctor not cure him?" In Ban Heng's view, the Xie family is full of people. The villain's mind is narrower than the tip of a needle.

"No matter what they think, if they are shameless, we might as well make the matter known to the world. His son was killed, and if he can't save it, it's the fault of others for not doing enough," Ban Huai laughed sarcastically, " If these words are spread, they will only make people in the world laugh."

"What are you talking about?" Yin Shi glared at Ban Huai. Can such dirty words be said in front of her children?

Ban Huai shrank his neck: "What I said is the truth. If you can help the Xie family's eldest son save his life, you have used your true skills. How can you turn him back into a real man? Where can I get this?" Reasonable, you can't blame us."

"It's better for him to be alive," Yin said with a faint smile, "Such a person should live a good life. After all, he was once a dragon and a phoenix among men."

"Madam, you seem to have some objections to Xie Chongjin?" Ban Huai saw that Yin's expression was a little strange and asked cautiously, "Did he offend you?"

"You're thinking too much. I can't see the Xie family a few times throughout the year, so how can I be offended?" Ms. Yin shook the fan in her hand, as if her spirit was a little shaky because the weather was getting hotter and hotter. " What are you all doing sitting around here? Let’s go have dinner.”

"Oh." Ban Huai stood up obediently and went out to let his servants prepare the meal.

After dinner, when Banhua was about to return to her yard, Yin suddenly stopped her.

"Huahua, you stay," Yin stood up, "The moonlight is nice today, you can come with me to the garden for a walk."

"But now..." Banhua glanced at the flowers and plants outside the yard worriedly, "Are there mosquitoes outside?"

When Mrs. Yin heard this, she stretched out her foot and stepped back: "That's all, let's stay in the room and talk."

In the summer night, there was the sound of insects chirping one after another, and a cool breeze blew in from the window. Banhua sat by the window, glanced at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, turned to Yin and said, "Mother, are you worried about something?"

Yin smiled and said nothing. She sighed faintly: "Huahua, there are some things I shouldn't have told you. But I don't think Rong Junpo is an unambitious person. If fate changes four years later, The trajectory has changed, and you will come into contact with more people and face more conspiracies in your future life."

Ban Hua smiled and asked: "Are you worried that I will suffer a loss?"

"I'm worried that the Ban family won't be able to protect you," Yin Shi shook her head, "Your brother has a confused character, and it's still unclear who the new emperor will be in the future. I'm worried that you will not be able to live well."

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Banhua held Yin's hand, "Didn't we agree at the beginning that we would live happily when we have good days? No one knows what will happen in the future. We don’t need to worry about things we don’t know yet, which will affect our current mood.”

"You," Ms. Yin nodded her forehead, "you may seem reckless, but you have never lacked the sense of propriety. But if you are smart, but you do things without any scruples, this His temperament is not like mine, nor is it like your father’s. I think he just followed your grandmother’s behavior in the early years.”

Banhua smiled: "Isn't it good to look like grandma?"

"Your grandmother is a good person, and she sees everything in the world more clearly than anyone else," Yin smiled bitterly, "but if she could be more confused, she could live a better life."

She looked into her daughter's dark eyes, but after all she did not express her speculations about the royal family, "There is nothing else. You should go to bed early."

"Mother, you are hiding something from me," Banhua looked at Yin steadily, "Is it related to my grandmother?"

Yin Shi shook her head, stood up, picked up a box and put it on the table. She opened the box and took out a stack of papers. "These dowries were prepared by your father and I a few years ago, as well as those left by your grandparents. We have not touched the private property given to you over the years, but you were still young at that time, so we never gave it to you."

Banhua took the list and felt a little dizzy after reading only a few pages. She actually has so much property?

"Mother, what are you giving these to me now?" Banhua didn't like to settle accounts and worry about it, so she put the list back into the box, "Am I not married yet?"

"Next year will be here soon," Ms. Yin looked at her daughter reluctantly, "These are your things. You must know what properties are under your name. Otherwise, if you want to check the accounts one day on a whim, you can go find them. Who?"

"My grandmother's warehouse has always been taken care of by Grandma Chang. My daughter thinks that Grandma Chang is very good. From now on, I will also hand over my private property to her," Banhua said, "Although the big girls around me are all She is loyal, but she is too young and not as experienced as Aunt Chang."

"What a coincidence, that's what I planned too," Ms. Yin smiled, "I wouldn't worry if it were anyone else, but if it were Aunt Chang, it would be perfect. But you can't be lazy, you must learn what you need to learn. Learn something so that your servants won't fool you." She put the list in order, closed the box, and pushed the box in front of Banhua.

Banhua took the box with a sad face, and those who didn't know thought she had taken a box of IOUs.

If the girls in the family, who favor boys over girls, knew about this, they would be itching with hatred. They wish their families could prepare more dowries, but their families only leave good things to their sons. How can there be any reason for them to have too many married women?

The princess came out of the lady's room with a mahogany box in her arms. She reached out to hold the box for the princess and whispered: "Princess, just now the Crown Prince sent someone a plate of fruit. He said it was from a friend. I got some new things for you to try."

"What is it?"

"It seems to be a lychee or something?" Ruyi thought for a while, "I have little knowledge. It is said that this thing was kept in ice along the way. A lot of ice was wasted and several horses were killed before it was sent to the capital. Crown Prince He also said that this delicate thing should not be kept for a long time."

"I guess it's lychees." Banhua smiled. When he returned to the yard, he saw a plate of lychees on the table. There weren't many lychees, but they were bright in color and plump. They had obviously been carefully selected. , there was ice on the bottom of the plate, still exuding the slightest bit of cold air.

"Who sent this thing?" Banhua peeled off an iced lychee and put it into his mouth, and immediately felt his whole body cool down.

"This is Qiulian beside the prince," Ruyi made a cup of tea to remove the fire and brought it in, "Master, do you want to see her?"

"Well, let her come in," Banhua wiped her fingertips with a handkerchief, "Let the people below prepare water, I want to take a bath."

"Yes." The masters of the Ban family all like to take baths, so the house has hot water prepared every day, just for fear that when the masters need it, it won't be delivered for a while.

After a while, Qiulian walked in.

"Did the prince use it himself?" Banhua used a silver hairpin to gently fiddle with the ice cubes at the bottom of the plate, and the ice cubes made a swishing sound.

"Back to the princess, the prince has already used it. Since you are not here in the afternoon, this plate of lychees is specially reserved for you." Qiulian is an honest child, and she will answer whatever Banhua asks.

"I understand," Banhua smiled, stood up and grabbed a few pieces of silver in the drawer and gave them to Qiulian, "Go back and tell the prince to go to bed early at night and not read miscellaneous books."

"Yes." Qiulian was secretly shocked. How did the princess know that the prince had been reading miscellaneous books these days?

Looking at Qiulian's appearance, Banhua knew what she was laughing at, so he explained with a smile: "Recently, a new book has been released in the study room he often goes to. It would be strange if he could bear the temper and not read it. ."

Qiulian couldn't help but laugh, and repeated this passage to Ban Heng after returning home.

"If she didn't read it, how did she know there were new books in the study?" Ban Heng slightly retorted guiltily, but he still put down the book in his hand and said, "Get some water."

Bath and sleep.

Emperor Yunqing couldn't sleep. It should be said that since he couldn't walk, he often couldn't sleep at night. I don't know whether it was because he slept too much during the day or because the nights were too long, but he always asked the eunuchs and maids to light the candles in the room brightly, as if this could make him feel calmer.

When the commander of the imperial guards came in, a palace maid was waiting for His Majesty to administer medicine. All the gauze curtains were hung up, and the candlelight was so bright that the room seemed like daylight.

Seeing him come in, Emperor Yun Qing waved his hand to ask the palace maid to leave. The maid wiped the corners of Emperor Yunqing's mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, performed a Wanfu salute and left.

"What happened?" Emperor Yun Qing's voice was hoarse, even a bit old.

"Your Majesty, Xie Dalang was injured and will not be able to have any descendants in the future," the commander of the imperial guards whispered, "His Royal Highness Prince Ning and the princess left the palace in the afternoon to visit Uncle Zhongping's mansion, but when they left the mansion, The two of them had a bit of a quarrel."

"What happened in the afternoon, why did you come to report it now?" Emperor Yun Qing was a little dissatisfied. He had two spies. They didn't know each other's identities, but in terms of ability to do things, Rong Xia was better. .

But Rong Xia is currently recuperating in the mansion, and the only one she can use is the person in front of her.

"My subordinate is incompetent, please forgive me." The commander of the Imperial Guard did not defend himself, but knelt down on one knee to apologize.

"That's all, has the murderer been found?" Emperor Yun Qing said calmly, "Xie Chongjin is a man who has lost power, who would be at odds with him?"

The commander thought, Zhao Jia was more inconspicuous than Xie Chongjin, so he was still assassinated? Although Xie Chongjin does not have an official position, he has a father who is an uncle and a sister who is a princess. How can he be more prominent than Zhao Jia?

"My subordinates have investigated and found that this incident was just a coincidence," the commander told the story of how Xie Chongjin got drunk and had a conflict with the gangsters. There was no doubt about this matter. It was Xie Chongjin who made the gangster angry, and it was Xie Chongjin who made the first move. He didn't even expect that a gangster would dare to fight back and hurt him.

It can be seen that you should not be too aggressive as a person, you may drive yourself to death one day.

The commander told Emperor Yunqing about the reactions of various governments to this matter. After hearing this, Emperor Yunqing opened his eyes and said, "Where is the Ban family?"

"The Ban family?" The commander was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood why His Majesty was so concerned about the Ban family's reaction to Xie Chongjin's injury. When Duke Jingting was assassinated before, the real messenger was Xie Chongjin. He was the one who handled the follow-up cleanup work. Otherwise, with Xie Chongjin's contacts and means, Dali Temple would have found out long ago.

"After the Ban family learned the news, they did not send anyone to visit. However, when Princess Fule returned to the mansion, she met the Second Young Master Xie. The Second Young Master Xie wanted to ask the Ban family for a doctor."

"Did the Ban family borrow it?"

"Borrowed."

"Yeah."

The room became quiet again, and after a while Emperor Yun Qing nodded and said: "This is what the Ban family would do."

He is not afraid of trouble and does not cause trouble, but he is not too mean or embarrassing.

It can also be seen from this that the Ban family still does not know that the real masterminds behind the scenes are the Xie family. If it were anyone else, they would have gone through countless circles in their minds and listed countless suspects. Only the Ban family would believe whatever he said.

He likes such obedient courtiers.

"I heard from the people in the palace that they recently paid tribute to some lychees. I remember that the Ban family likes to eat them, so I asked someone to send a basket early tomorrow morning."

"Yes." The commander of the Imperial Guard wanted to say that he didn't care about the matter, but seeing His Majesty's sleepy appearance, he responded in a low voice. After standing for a while and making sure that His Majesty had fallen asleep, he quietly exited the inner hall, turned around and saw Wang De guarding the door, and the two of them bowed to each other.

The commander of the Imperial Guard winked at Wang De, and Wang De followed him outside.

"My lord, your majesty asked the palace minister to send a basket of lychees to the Jingting palace early tomorrow morning." The commander of the Imperial Guard glanced at the inner palace and lowered his voice and said, "Your majesty has fallen asleep. Your majesty has been sleeping recently. If you don't care, you will have to trouble the prince."

"What did Commander Chen say? Serving His Majesty well is the job of slaves, so why bother talking about it?" Wang De sighed, "It's just that these lychees are more troublesome. After I deliver them today, I will It has been sent to various palaces. Only the East Palace and His Highness Prince Ning have not been sent yet, this..."

"In this case, let both families get a little less," the commander of the Imperial Guard said, "Your Majesty has spoken, and we can only obey the orders. If the Crown Prince and His Highness Prince Ning are dissatisfied, we can only ask them to I went to argue in front of His Majesty or the Queen."

"Commander Chen, please agree." Wang De agreed with a smile.

"Get away! Get away!"

"Here comes someone!"

"Your Majesty has another frightening dream." Wang De and the commander of the Imperial Guard hurried back to the house, but there was no trace of panic on their faces. Ever since His Majesty suffered a stroke, he has often had nightmares, and they have almost gotten used to it.

At the end of May, the capital city started to get hot as soon as it was said to be hot. Without any hesitation, it became unbearably hot.

When Ban Huai helped Rong Xia present the excerpt to Emperor Yunqing, he didn’t know what kind of stimulation Emperor Yunqing received. Before he finished reading the excerpt, there was a look of infinite regret on his face, and even a faint trace of regret. How...scared?

"Shui Qing," Emperor Yun Qing's hands were no longer very flexible and he couldn't help but tremble while holding the book. "Jun Po is a good boy. Don't worry, I will treat him well."

Although Ban Huai was very confused, he still thanked him obediently: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will convey the news to him after I return."

"No need, I will personally arrange for someone to visit him," Emperor Yun Qing's eyes were a little dodgey and erratic, even with a bit of inexplicable madness. Ban Huai didn't dare to look any further and lowered his head in silence.

When the weather is sultry, people feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, Rong Xia's wound has healed almost completely, otherwise the sultry weather would have caused the wound to pus.

He was wearing a plain gauze robe, and his face was still pale from blood loss.

Commander Chen and Rong Xia sat opposite each other and explained their intention with a troubled expression.

It turned out that Emperor Yunqing had been having trouble sleeping recently, so he wanted Rong Xia to copy a scripture for him and put it indoors, and then draw a pair of door gods and paste them on the door of the inner hall of Dayue Palace.

"It is an honor for me to share your Majesty's worries." Rong Xia agreed, but when he stood up to salute, Commander Chen still saw a look of pain on his face. It seems that Rong Xia's wound has not healed, so it hurts when she moves.

His Majesty took his anger out on Rong Xia and gave him a slap because of the prince's affairs. Now that Rong Xia's wound has not healed, he has asked others to copy scriptures, calligraphy and paintings for him. This is done...

Fortunately, Rong Xia is loyal to His Majesty. If he had met anyone else, he would have been dissatisfied.

A minister should be loyal to the king, but a king should also be considerate of his courtiers, otherwise he will not be able to sit on the throne for long.

"Master Hou." After Commander Chen left, Du Jiu's face fell, "Emperor Yun Qing is really bullying people."

"What's there to be angry about?" Rong Xia stood up calmly, "I just wish he was healthy and living well."

"Master?"

"At least I have to survive until March next year," Rong Xia said in a cold tone, "At least when I hold a happy event, I can't get into any bad luck."

"Then these scriptures..."

"Let Abbot Yun worry about it," Rong Xia sneered, "I have raised him for so long, not just for him to accompany me in meditation and chanting sutras." He lowered his head, took out a grasshopper from the drawer next to him and placed it on the table. Playing with it slowly in his hands, the expression on his face improved a little.

"Yes." Du Jiu felt that his uncle's words made sense.

"Uncle, Duke Jingting has sent someone to deliver something again."

This word is also meaningful. Du Jiu felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

Soon something was delivered. It was a basket of chilled lychees. People looked at it and moved their index fingers. They couldn't help but peel two lychees and eat them.

Rong Xia asked Du Jiu to send out the servants from Jingting Palace in person, but he looked at the basket of lychees in a daze.

It is said to be a basket, but it is actually half a basket of ice and a layer of lychees on top, but it feels good to be missed.

The ice cubes exuded a cool air. Rong Xia took two and placed them in her palms. The cold air in her heart suppressed the dryness in her heart.

That night, the picture of the door **** drawn by Rong Xia was sent to Emperor Yunqing. Because the scripture was too long, it could not be copied in half an hour.

As soon as the door **** arrived, Emperor Yunqing couldn't wait to ask Commander Chen to stick it on the door with his own hands. Maybe... maybe his childhood companions would let him go after seeing that the door **** painting was made by Rong Xia.

"Your Majesty." Wang De came in holding a tray with an ugly sachet inside. The words on it were crooked and barely recognizable as the word "福".

"What is this?"

“When I went to Jingting Palace to deliver lychees today, Princess Fule gave it to me and said it was a blessing sachet she specially embroidered.”

Emperor Yunqing didn't know what he thought of, and said hurriedly: "Put this under my pillow quickly."

"Yes." Wang De smiled and pressed the sachet under the pillow where Emperor Yunqing was sleeping.

He glanced at the old emperor, bowed and retreated.

That night, Emperor Yunqing slept extremely peacefully. There were no nightmares, no waking up at night, and I slept until dawn. When he opened his eyes and saw the bright sunshine outside the window, he suddenly felt that he had not felt so relaxed in a long time.

He even found that he could feel his numb legs and right arm.

Is it because of the sachet or the pair of door **** paintings?

Or maybe both?

"Here comes someone!"

"Pass on my order to reward Princess Fule and make her the Marquis of An."

In the next few days, Emperor Yunqing slept peacefully. He was even able to get out of bed and walk a few steps with the help of the **** and maid. After Cheng Anhou sent someone to deliver the copied scriptures, Emperor Yunqing felt that he would soon get rid of the miserable life of lying in bed unable to move.

Rewards continued to be sent to the Ban family and the Rong family, and no one knew what happened to His Majesty.

However, the news about His Majesty's gradual recovery reached the previous court, and many ministers who had long been dissatisfied with Jiang Luo could not help but look forward to the day when His Majesty would come to court.

There are also rumors that Princess Fule and Marquis Cheng'an went to a certain temple to pray for His Majesty's health, so His Majesty was able to recover so quickly. But this rumor has not been confirmed, and no one knows whether it is true or not.

However, the news that there was a pair of door **** paintings on the door of the inner hall of Dayue Palace, and that they were authentic paintings of Marquis Chengan, finally spread.