Spirit of the Phoenix: 59. Settlement

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"However, there is no solid evidence for Taifu's impeachment of me for forcing/raping Mrs. Yang." The little prince continued with deep eyes, "It is precisely because there is no witness, no physical evidence, and no third-party confession. , the case is complicated and confusing, and it is as difficult to say I am innocent as to say I am guilty, so the Taifu, out of integrity and anger, chose to splash blood in front of the palace to show his will by death."

After the death of the Taifu, the little prince lost the greatest support behind him. He was unable to get married and start a mansion after the year. He also planted the seeds of suspicion and disgust in the heart of his father, and even became a virtuous person in front of the officials. Lost prince.

However, the crime of "coercion/rape" cannot be established due to the lack of witness and material evidence.

Tai'an nodded in agreement: "Da Yan's people are open-minded, let alone you are a prince, it is unlikely that you will be sent to prison just because of this unwarranted coercion/rape, at most it will only damage your reputation."

"Then what should I do?" Tai'an frowned, "Your reputation is damaged, can you still keep the crown prince?"

The little prince laughed lightly and shook his head: "Reputation is always just a small thing that the superiors hold in the palm of their hands. If the father decides to abolish my position as the prince, what will I do?" It doesn't help if you have a noble character. But if my father sincerely protects me, then the stigma at this moment is nothing at all."

If the reputation can be broken, it can also be established.

Whether he can survive this battle is only in the mind of his father.

The little prince stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice: "In the nature of heaven and earth, people are the most precious. There is nothing better than filial piety."

"Any act of kindness is inferior to pure filial piety. Any stigma can be broken by pure filial piety."

Filial piety is the best spear and also the best shield. No matter how immoral and incompetent people are, as long as they can use the umbrella of filial piety, they can always save face for themselves. The little prince took a deep breath and continued thinking.

If... If the emperor, who has family affairs and national affairs, internal and external troubles, becomes sick from overwork, he can't afford to get sick.

The imperial physician in the palace was helpless, and the little prince, who was still under confinement, heard the news, took out the cutting knife on the desk, raised the knife to his heart, gouged out a piece of heart and made it into medicine, and gave it to him The sick emperor took it.

Father and son are connected, the emperor is getting better day by day after taking the medicine, and in front of all the officials, he praised the prince for his benevolence, filial piety, purity and kindness.

Such a turmoil of the crown prince's unethical behavior, wouldn't it be self-defeating under the comparison of the crown prince's pure filial piety?

Tai'an suddenly realized: "You mean...you need to play a bitter trick with your father. Your father pretended to be sick, so you gouged out your own heart and gave him medicine, and used pure filial piety to stop it." The mouth of the ministers?"

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded again and again: "This method is really good! The Taifu's impeachment of the prince is not virtuous, but after all, Mrs. Yang is a slave and has passed away. No one knows what happened on the night of the incident. Can speak clearly."

"With your emperor's father personally guaranteeing you and praising you for your outstanding virtues, those foul words to impeach you will naturally be untenable!" Tai'an smiled and was very relaxed.

The little prince's heart became more and more heavy.

It is not difficult to think of such a way to escape and make such a game.

But she still doesn't understand. Whether it's bitter tricks or counter-scheming, all the tricks are calculated in the end, relying on the unpredictable people's hearts.

The father-son relationship between him and his father, his father's ardent expectation and trust in him, the four years in this deep palace, the brainwashing and the blood splashing of the prince by the pillow. Under the impact of the attack, how much is left?

Even if his father believes that he suffered innocently, there is indeed a risk in pretending to be sick. What if Da Sima and Empress Chen used their tricks to turn the "fake illness" into a "real illness" and took the opportunity to kill his father? His father, is he willing to bear such fear and risk for him?

He disclosed the news to the servant sent by the emperor early on, but he didn't get any reply for a long time. Doesn't it mean that the emperor is hesitant and worried, and he is hesitant to weigh the gains and losses?

The longer the time passed, the stronger the impeachment of the prince in the court, and the more hopeless he would be to resume the case.

The little prince looked gloomy, and had gradually accepted the fact that he was about to become his father's abandoned son.

Tai'an saw some clues, pondered for a moment, and clapped his palms together again.

"Little prince!" She was a little excited, "Don't be too discouraged! I thought of a good idea!"

"You have been with Father for so many years, even if he hesitates at this moment, it is just a momentary thought!" She smiled, as if the sky falling was not a big deal.

"Since he is hesitating, it means that he still has you in his heart. Here, you just need to find someone to remind him of the true relationship between you father and son in the past. He will definitely miss you and cooperate with you to play to save you!"

The prince couldn't help laughing, and shook his head mockingly: "I am now in peace, and everyone wants to step on it. Who is willing to speak for me? Even if I speak for me, how can my father be willing to listen and believe me?" What about?"

Tai'an smiled with crooked eyebrows and blinked at him: "I know! So it's very important to choose someone who advises your father. It must be someone he trusts very much, and he must be able to remind him of the relationship between you. feelings, but also to make him defenseless..."

"This candidate, the most suitable one is your mother! Here, asking your mother to persuade your father will not only remind him of his father and son memories in the past, but also remind him of his love for your mother and father." Your guilty heart!

What? His aunt?

The prince was shocked: "My aunt? My aunt has passed away for four years, and I am afraid she has become a lonely ghost..."

Tai An interrupted him with a smile, and pointed to his nose: "Here, little prince, have you forgotten? I am also a lonely ghost!"

The empress slowly leaned back on the pillow, her lips curled up in an indistinct arc, and she lowered her eyes and said: "Your Majesty is very right."

When the news reached the East Palace, Tai'an was so startled that he almost fell into the white porcelain fish tank, and was quickly picked up by the little prince.

She was still in shock, and tightly hugged the little prince's fingers: "Your first time on business, you have to lead a team of Beiya's personal guards, what if you stab Lou Zi? It's so big in Miyagi, how can you find a Baolin in the middle of the night? Isn't that right?" Have you confirmed your reputation as a loser? The queen is so vicious, she clearly arranged a trap for you! Little prince, please don't go! How about we continue to pretend to be sick?"

The little prince dragged her out of his hands, gently clamped her into the "Saint Ancestor's Instructions", and put her in his arms.

"Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover. Tai'an, at this time, water is coming and soldiers are coming, we can't hide."

He got up slowly and pushed open the vermilion door of the inner hall. The bright moon hangs high, and the silver-white moonlight shines on his resolute face, making his face blurred with the vicissitudes of age.

"Let's go." The little prince smiled slightly, and straightened the golden crown of the bright yellow dragon on his head.

However, Taian's expected search for Qin Baolin was at a loss, but it did not happen.

In the early morning, although the prince guarding the Sanqing Palace did not receive a report from the Beiya Qianniuwei, Cui Shanggong who accompanied him waited until the female official Dianzheng in Yongxiang, kneeling in panic with a pale face. in front of them.

Baolin Qin Xiangying, the prostitute's daughter of a wealthy gentry in Jinzhong and the emperor's new emperor, has been found.

It's not anywhere else, it's just in the Yongxiang where she disappeared in the first place.

The little prince hurried forward and followed the two Shanggongs behind him, when he arrived, the Beiya Qianniuwei had already surrounded Yongxiang with no water to pass through. Qianniuwei General Li Shaolin was about thirty years old, and he was in the prime of life. When he saw the prince coming, his eyes flashed with surprise. He immediately knelt down on one knee to cover it up, and reported respectfully: "Your Highness, the death here is unlucky. I hope His Highness avoids it."

Dead? Tai'an was shocked.

The little prince suddenly stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes a little and then opened them again, and said softly: "Qin Baolin... has died."

Qin Baolin is indeed dead.

Just after four o'clock, Xue Xiunv, who lives in the north wing of Yongxiang, got up at night with a stomachache. After reporting to the head, she went to Daoshan hall to go to the toilet. The sky has revealed fish belly white.

The North Wing Room hardly sees sunlight in winter, it is dark and humid, and it is also a Datong shop for ten beautiful girls.

Xue Xiunv remembered where she slept, the last person next to the east wall. The water vapor on the wall made her sleep extremely uncomfortable, but unfortunately her father was an official, and her family property was not rich and her money was tight, so she was unable to accommodate the female officials in the palace to allocate berths.

She tossed and tossed back and forth for a long time, and she was already freezing cold all over, so she tiptoed open the door.

The rules in the palace are strict, low-level court ladies have to lie on their right side even when sleeping, Xue Xiunv sighed softly, and walked in with the light from the window.

She walked all the way to the innermost part of the bed, but suddenly stood by the bed in a daze.

She remembered very clearly that she had been sleeping in a bed against the east wall for two months since entering the palace. But now on her bunk...why is there another puffed up figure?

Xue Xiunv was dazed for a moment, then slowly retreated to the door, looking left and right.

That's right, it's my own room! Frowning, she walked doubtfully toward her bunk, counting the puffed figures sleeping on the bed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Huh? Xue Xiunv was very surprised. There were ten people in one bunk, and there were already nine people lying on the bed, and she who was standing by the bed was supposed to be the tenth person sleeping by the east wall.

But now there are already ten people lying on the bunk! Including herself, there are a total of eleven, one more person!

Xue Xiunv reached forward in a daze, and patted the extra maid who was sleeping on the side of the wall: "Wake up! But you slept in the wrong room when you got up at night?"

Her hands were as cold as ice outside the room, but when she touched the maid on the bed, she found that the person curled up in the thin quilt was obviously colder than her hands.

Not only cold, but also stiff.

"Ah!" The shrill scream resounded through the sky, especially clear in the silent morning. The **** in charge gagged Xue Xiunu's mouth with a cloth towel, and dragged her pale face out of the north wing. A house full of panicked maids huddled together, weeping in a low voice, until His Royal Highness appeared outside Yongxiang, and then turned into an extraordinarily sad cry.

Qin Baolin, who disappeared in the afternoon, died for unknown reasons in the north wing of Yongxiang, a ten-person bunk where ordinary court ladies lived.

The Qin family, a noble gentry in the middle of Jin Dynasty, was born as a merchant. Thirty years ago, because of his meritorious service in supporting the Ding Wang Lu Qi to enter Chang'an, he was promoted to the third-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry. In the past ten years, although none of the descendants has become an official, the wealth of the family has not diminished in the slightest.

In this concubine selection, the daughter of the Qin family, Qin Xiangying, was only sixteen years old. Because of her talent and appearance, she was hired into the palace and canonized as Baolin.

More than a hundred palace officials who participated in the selection have not yet been sealed, and they live together in Yongxiang, with ten people in one room. As for Qin Xiangying and more than a dozen sons and daughters of rich gentry and eunuchs, they already had ranks when they first entered the palace. Although they also lived in Yongxiang, they shared a room facing south, with bright and clean windows, which was very comfortable.

Dayan's folk customs are open-minded, and the daughters of the family are often pampered. In addition, after Ding Wang Lu Qi, several young masters passed away before they reached adulthood, and they have not been picked in the palace for twenty years.

There are more than a hundred young girls who are not used to being educated in the palace by their pampered daughters. After a long time, conflicts will inevitably arise.

The Qin family has a wealth of wealth, and the prostitute Xiangying is the first newly promoted Baolin, so it is inevitable that some other girls will be jealous and attacked. Qin Xiangying has been favored since she was a child, and she has a straightforward and frank personality. She really suffered a lot of secret losses after two months in the palace.

On the evening of the day before yesterday, Song Gong, the female official in charge of selecting the maids, was waiting outside the Hanzhang Hall to beg for the saint, ignoring that the pregnant empress was having a meal.

After a full hour, the queen was free to summon her. Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, Song Gong was kneeling in front of Empress Chen with a plop, kowtowed and bowed, shouting in his mouth: "Your Majesty, save my life!"

Song Gongzheng raised his head, his face full of fear: "The newly appointed Qin Baolin felt unwell after lunch today, and rested alone in the room."