The Favoured Medical Princess: 373 Shocking News

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The hot water was boiling on the charcoal stove. Baihui skillfully picked up the clay pot filled with hot water and brewed tea. In an instant, the rich aroma of tea attracted many people's attention.

Just from the aroma, you can guess that this is a good tea worth thousands of gold!

The students couldn't help but start to salivate. One of the blue-robed scholars asked curiously: "I wonder where these brothers are from?"

Xiao Yi said with a smile: "We brothers came from the royal capital. When we heard about the name of Yellow Crane Tower, we came here to pay our respects."

"It turns out they are visitors from afar!" The blue-robed scholar smiled and cupped his hands, "We have many scenic spots in Jingzhou. Since it is rare for the young master to come here, you should have a good time here."

While talking, Baihui's tea had been brewed and distributed to several students. Because Baihui didn't bring enough teacups, some students could only use their own teacups to fill the tea.

The blue-robed scholar knew a lot about tea. After smelling the tea intoxicatedly, he sighed: "Is this green cake Pu'er made more than thirty years ago?"

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Most of the scholars thought of this, and some of them had the desire to make friends. This young master from the royal capital seemed to come from a powerful family. There should be no harm in getting together. In the future, they would go to the royal capital to take the exam. When the time comes, maybe I can get one more friend and more care...

Who said that scholars are deaf to what is going on outside the window? Most of the scholars study with the idea of ​​"learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family", so their minds are naturally active.

Xiao Yi smiled slightly and said: "Young Master has good eyesight..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a lively noise coming from upstairs, on the third floor.

Nangong Yue, Xiao Fei and Fu Yunhe all looked up curiously. Seeing this, the students on the side exchanged looks with smiles.

"It seems that these four brothers have come to Yellow Crane Tower for the first time, so they don't know why." The same blue-robed scholar explained with a smile, "I wonder if brothers have ever heard of "Zhou Xun Paints the Dragon" story?"

Xiao Fei nodded and recited: "Zhou Xun, a native of Jiangning, is good at painting... I tried to post the painting in the Yellow Crane Tower and marked the price as 'one hundred taels'. There is a certain person named Si... …”

The story of "Zhou Xun Paints Dragons" tells that a man named Zhou Xun was good at painting and famous for his dragon paintings. Once he hung the painting on the Yellow Crane Tower and marked it with one hundred taels. price. At first, no one cared about it, until a minister saw the painting while admiring the scenery at the Yellow Crane Tower. He admired it very much and was willing to bid one hundred taels. After hearing this, Zhou Xun rolled up the picture and presented it to Najisi, saying that it was a sword given to the hero. He also said that he did not want the silver, but just used it to observe the world's perspective. Later Zhou Xun became famous for this.

Nangong Yue had a thought in her mind and asked curiously: "Are there people who 'paint dragons' upstairs?"

"Not bad." The blue-robed scholar smiled and nodded, "Now, this is the most famous scene on the third floor of Yellow Crane Tower. I have also hung a few calligraphy and paintings upstairs, no. Do you know if the four brothers would be interested in taking a look?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fei's eyes were already shining, and she couldn't wait.

Accompanied by those students, Nangong Yue and his group climbed up to the third floor. The third floor is indeed very lively. At a glance, the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings. Many literati or arty people gather there to watch, criticize, and discuss...

Nangong Yue and his party looked at each one with great interest, making comments from time to time.

Anyone can hang up their calligraphy and paintings here, so the works are naturally mixed. Although there are occasional good works among them, there are no eye-catching ones... Until they walked to a piece of calligraphy, Xiao Fei suddenly became confused. Eyes shine.

It was a bold cursive calligraphy with an ancient poem copied on it.

The poem is a good poem, and the words are also good words!

Xiao Fei looked at the cursive calligraphy with burning eyes, and sighed: "The writing force is extremely strong, and it is pouring down. The brushwork is unrestrained and heroic, and it is done in one go. There is a danger of flying over the eaves and walking over the wall!" As she said this, she couldn't help but touch her palms. Praise, "It's so happy! It's so happy!"

Xiao Fei lowered her eyes and saw the price tag below the calligraphy was one thousand taels.

Nangong Yue also saw it and nodded in agreement: "This calligraphy is indeed worth a thousand taels!"

Fu Yunhe watched for a while and said: "Although I don't know much about calligraphy, this calligraphy does have some meaning, as if it is dancing with a sword..."

"Brother, you are really discerning!" The blue-robed scholar looked at each other with a smile on his face, and then said, "The person who wrote this cursive calligraphy went to Ye County to see the sword in order to practice cursive calligraphy. After watching Qiwu for three months, I felt like the **** of cursive script."

When Fu Yunhe heard this, he touched his chin with some pride: "Let me just say, no wonder I saw the sword spirit in the cursive writing."

"Pretending!" A cold and aloof voice suddenly interjected.

In an instant, everyone looked over and saw that it was a scholar in a moon-white robe. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face and a touch of arrogance at the corner of his mouth. There were four or five young students surrounding him, who looked like they were following his lead.

The blue-robed scholar frowned slightly and said, "Brother Yang, why did you say this?"

It seems that these young local students all know each other.

Mr. Yang shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "I think they were invited by the Yi family to build momentum and promote themselves, right?" As he said that, he looked at the square-faced young man on his right, " Brother Ye, even the calligraphy teacher in the academy has praised your calligraphy. What do you think?"

"Ye and Brother Yang have the same view." Mr. Ye nodded in agreement, then pointed at the cursive calligraphy with the handle of the fan, shook his head and sighed, "A thousand taels?! How can this calligraphy and painting be worth a thousand taels? ”

The blue-robed scholar's face became even more ugly, and he said again: "Brother Yang, Brother Ye, these people have passed away. After all, they were classmates, so please be careful what you say!"

Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei couldn't help but look at each other. Could it be that the person who wrote the letter had passed away?

"Brother Wang, could it be that since Yi Jiangxiu is dead, he only needs to say some kind words and no one is allowed to tell the truth?" Mr. Yang, however, did not give him any face and snorted coldly.

Yi Jiangxiu? This name seems a bit familiar...

Nangong Yue frowned, looking at the red seal stamped in the lower left corner of the cursive script, and then exchanged a look with Xiao Yi beside her.

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Every flower comes to each eye. This cursive script may be worthless in the eyes of the young master, but in my eyes it is worth a thousand taels." As he said that, Nangong Yue looked at it. He turned to the blue-robed scholar and said, "Master Wang, today I will pay one thousand taels to buy this calligraphy and painting. Can I also ask Master Wang to hand over the silver taels to me?"

The prince's eyes widened in disbelief. Although he could tell that these people had extraordinary backgrounds, he didn't expect them to be so lavish, just a thousand taels of silver.

But Mr. Yang's face turned red with anger. He couldn't see that Nangong Yue and the others were clearly deliberately going against him!

He looked Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi up and down, and said disdainfully: "Humph! Just pretend! It's not like you put the left pocket into the right pocket!" As he said, he waved his arm, "Let's go! "He, Mr. Ye and several other students walked away proudly.

Master Wang shook his head helplessly: "Young masters, don't take it too seriously, Brother Yang just means what he says but doesn't mean what he means!"

"How can you be bright when you are born in Yu!" The scholar in green robe on the side curled his lips disapprovingly, "He just thinks of himself as Zhou Yu!" As he said, the scholar in green robe looked at Nangong Yue and the others, "Write this The calligrapher and painter were extremely intelligent when he was alive, and were the number one in our academy. Mr. Yang just now was the second in ten thousand years, so over the years he has developed a complex of 'how can one be bright when one is already good'."

Wang Gongzi was also touched. He looked at the calligraphy and painting and sighed: "Brother Yi, it's such a pity. I won the title of Jingzhou Jieyuan at the age of fifteen, but died young. Otherwise, Jinke would definitely..." Nominated for Gold List!"

For a while, the surroundings were silent, and the young students all had expressions of regret on their faces.

Nangong Yue bowed to everyone and said, "To be honest, I once had a relationship with Brother Yi in the royal capital."

The scholars all looked surprised, and then they suddenly realized, thinking that it was no wonder that the young master was willing to buy this cursive script at a high price, presumably to stand up for his old friend. He really is a sweetheart!

These people looked at Nangong Yue with a little more respect.

Mr. Wang clasped his fists and said with a smile: "This young man turns out to be a friend of Brother Yi, and we are destined to meet him today!"

Nangong Yue smiled faintly, "It's just a one-time relationship, and I can't claim to be Brother Yi's friend. But I do admire Brother Yi's talent and learning. I originally thought I would have a chance to see him again this time in Jingzhou. Brother Yi, talk about the past and the present freely. I didn’t expect that Yin and Yang are separated, and we will never have this opportunity again..."

What she said made the eyes of several emotional young masters sparkle with tears, and they silently wiped the corners of their eyes with their sleeves.

Nangong Yue sighed and added: "I'm afraid Brother Wen doesn't know the news yet. I have to write a letter to inform him, so that he can come to Jingzhou to express his condolences."

Brother Wen... Fu Yunhe blinked and looked at Nangong Yue strangely. Could it be that she was talking about his cousin Wen Yu? Or... just another person with the same last name?

At this time, Mr. Wang said with surprise: "Brother Wen? It turns out that Mr. Wang also knows Brother Zicheng!"

"Zicheng?" Nangong Yue was stunned.

Prince Wang immediately explained with a smile: "Brother Wen Yu feels that his name is too feminine, so we always ask us to call him by his name, 'Zicheng'."

"It has been a year since we last met, Brother Zicheng." The green-robed scholar said with emotion, "May I ask how Brother Zicheng is doing now?"

Just these two sentences revealed a lot of information to Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi.

On that day, Yi Jiangxiu did not lie. He did know Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had also been to Jingzhou. But why did Wen Yu pretend not to know Yi Jiangxiu?

More questions appeared in Nangong Yue's mind. She suppressed them for the time being and said nonchalantly: "Brother Wen is now visiting relatives in the capital and started working in the Lifan Court last year."

"Lifanyuan?"

Those young masters all looked at each other with expressions of surprise that they couldn't hide. Since Wen Yu worked in the Lifan Yuan last year, it means that he did not seek his career through the imperial examination. If he did not rely on the imperial examination, then he relied on recommendation. Obviously, Wen Yutou's relatives were by no means ordinary relatives.

The green-robed scholar hesitated and said: "Brother Zicheng, could it be that he gave up the imperial examination? ...That would be such a pity!"

"Yes." Mr. Wang also agreed, "Although Brother Zicheng's talent and learning are slightly inferior to Brother Yi, he is still a talented young man. Even if he fails to pass this subject, he will have great hope in three years..." Why did you give up like that? Why did you give up so easily after studying hard for ten years?

Furthermore, since Wen Yu's relatives can help him arrange errands for the Lifan Yuan, they must also attach great importance to him, so why don't they support him in taking the correct path of the imperial examination?

This is not only the confusion of Prince Wang, Fu Yunhe is also puzzled.

When Wen Yu came to recognize her relatives, her grandmother was very happy and ordered people to conduct a detailed investigation:

Wen Yu grew up in a small town in the south. He also studied for a few years in his childhood. However, later, due to the poverty of his adoptive family, he dropped out of school early and lived a very poor life. Grandma was reluctant to sigh because of this...

But now, listening to these young masters say this, it is not the case at all.

Wen Yu is not only smart, but also talented in the imperial examination?

Is the Wen Yu they are talking about his cousin "Wen Yu"?

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Master Wang, I don't know how Brother Yi is... Obviously when I saw Brother Yi in the royal capital in early February, he was still very healthy!"

"Brother Yi was in the capital in February when he stumbled and fell into the river after being drunk..." Mr. Wang sighed and said regretfully, "Brother Yi always drinks in moderation. I don't know how he drank too much that day. A few drinks. Hey, if we were in the capital at that time and Brother Yi had not been drunk alone by the river, such a tragedy would definitely not have happened..."

For a while, the students were all sighing.

But Nangong Yue’s expression was a bit unsightly.

February?

According to the prince, it was obvious that not long after he met Yi Jiangxiu that day, Yi Jiangxiu fell into the water and died. In this case, it's no wonder that Xiao Yi couldn't find the whereabouts of Yi Jiangxiu. It turned out that this person was no longer alive.

The problem is——

Is Yi Jiangxiu's death really an accident?

Nangong Yue's heart trembled, how could there be so many coincidences in this world...

At this time, Fu Yunhe suddenly spoke, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face, and asked: "I wonder if Mr. Wen ever left any calligraphy treasures on the Yellow Crane Tower?"

The prince nodded, extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and led Xiao Yi and his party to a calligraphy and painting. It was a landscape painting overlooking the Yangtze River from the Yellow Crane Tower. It was bold and uninhibited. Next to the poem, Leave a name on the seal: Wenzi City.

Fu Yunhe stared at the poem on the calligraphy and painting for a long time. Although he was not 100% sure, the handwriting did seem very familiar, and it was probably Wen Yu's cousin's handwriting.

Seeing that he was fascinated, Mr. Wang asked with a smile: "Brother Zicheng, do you like this calligraphy and painting? Brother Zicheng entrusted this calligraphy and painting to me before leaving. Why don't you give it to me today?" How?"

Fu Yunhe was startled, then smiled and arched his hands towards Mr. Wang, "Then I would like to thank Brother Wang. I will be the host today, how about inviting a few brothers to have a drink?"

The scholars did not shirk and agreed. The group of people waited and went to a nearby small restaurant to drink. During the conversation, their common friends Yi Jiangxiu and Wen Yu were naturally mentioned from time to time.

Later, Fu Yunhe was almost uneasy.

If cousin Yu has a problem, what is his plot?

The more Fu Yunhe thought about it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue, thinking: Does the elder brother and sister-in-law know something? Otherwise, why did the elder sister-in-law just keep guiding the prince to speak?

Finally, after thirty years of drinking, Xiao Yi and his party said goodbye to several scholars. Fu Yunhe couldn't wait to ask: "Brother... what's going on?"

Nangong Yue looked at Xiao Yi, and then said: "Let me tell you... In February, Sister Fei and I met Mr. Wen in front of the Jinyu Pavilion in the capital..." She told the story of that day He briefly explained the matter and said, "I felt a little strange at the time. Mr. Yi didn't look like he had recognized the wrong person."

Xiao Fei was right next to her, and Nangong Yue naturally did not mention that she felt inappropriate because of Wen Yu's deliberate pursuit of Xiao Fei. He just said vaguely: "... Later, your eldest brother asked someone to check Mr. Yi, and found that he had not returned to the rented yard for a long time. To this day..."

Xiao Yi nodded slightly. In fact, he later ordered people to continue to search for Wen Yu, but at that time most of his mind was still on how to get the emperor to agree to his return to southern Xinjiang. Regarding Wen Yu, he really had no idea Take it too seriously. But when he came back, he still had people continue to investigate, and whenever there was news, Feige would send him a letter. I never expected that I would have such a harvest in the Yellow Crane Tower.

The more Fu Yunhe listened, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but have the same thoughts as Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue - who is Wen Yu? ! If Mr. Yi's death was related to him, then why did he...

Fu Yunhe didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

"No!" Fu Yunhe said immediately, "I have to write a letter back to my grandmother quickly... I must let her check it carefully!"

Xiao Yi said in agreement: "I will write when I return to the inn today. I will arrange more people to continue the investigation near Jingzhou... to see how Wen Yu arrived in Jingzhou and when he left. I think There should be some gains."

Fu Yunhe said gratefully: "Thank you, brother."

Xiao Yi patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Fu Yunhe looked a little anxious, so they went back without spending any more time outside.

After entering the inn, as soon as he arrived in front of the small courtyard of Tianzifang, he saw Zhu Xing waiting outside with a slightly strange expression. As soon as he saw them coming back, he hurriedly greeted them and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." As he said that, he glanced at Nangong Yue, then lowered his voice and whispered, "...the eldest girl from Prince Qi's Mansion is here. ”

Han Qixia?

A few people looked at each other with surprise.

Why did Han Qixia come here?

Han Qixia was placed in the ear room. When she opened the door, she seemed to hear a voice and looked up. There was surprise on her face at first, but then tears flowed down.

"Sister Xia."

Nangong Yue gestured to Xiao Yi and Fu Yunhe, asking them to leave for a while. She and Xiao Fei walked in and closed the door again.

Nangong Yue walked up to Han Qixia, squatted down, put her arms around her shoulders and patted her gently.

After a while, Han Qixia finally stopped crying.

Xiao Fei poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Han Qixia took it and thanked her softly.

After seeing that her mood had stabilized a little, Nangong Yue moved two round stools to sit next to her, and asked in a soft voice: "Sister Xia, why are you here?... Are you here alone? ?"

Han Qixia's expression darkened, she took a deep breath and said, "I... Yue'er, Han Qixia died on March 16th."

Nangong Yue was shocked, "Sister Xia, what are you talking about?!"

Xiao Fei on the side also looked surprised, looking at Han Qixia in confusion.

Han Qixia smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "I...I threw myself into the lake on March 16th...Everyone in the capital should think that I am dead now." There was deep sadness in her eyes. Color, "My mother-in-law asked me to marry Kui Lang, but I don't want to marry."

"The Emperor... wants you to go and get married? But Prince Qi..."

"No, Yue'er." Han Qixia shook her head and said, "It's not the emperor's uncle, it's my mother-in-law... My mother-in-law took the initiative to ask for an audience with the emperor's uncle and sent me out for marriage."

How come? !

Although Nangong Yue knew that Princess Qi usually paid more attention to her legitimate son, the Crown Prince of Qi, Han Qixia was also her only legitimate daughter! How could he push her into the fire pit with his own hands!

"I have no choice..."

Han Qixia sighed softly, her voice soft and slow, with a touch of helplessness and a deep despair...

————————Digression——————

The previous chapter originally used Jingzhou, which was taken from one of the nine states in ancient China. "Yu Gong" called the nine states Ji, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Yu, Liang, and Yong.

The ancient Jingzhou was probably in the modern Hubei area, and it is actually different from the modern Jingzhou.

I didn’t expect it to cause ambiguity when I wrote it, so now I have replaced it with fictitious place names...

(The author checked carefully when writing...)