The Favoured Medical Princess

Hot water was burning on the charcoal stove. Bai Hui skillfully picked up the clay pot with hot water and brewed the tea. In an instant, the rich tea fragrance lingered and attracted many people's attention.

With this scent alone, you can guess that this is a good tea worth thousands of dollars!

Those students could not help but secrete saliva, one of the blue robe scholars asked curiously: "I don't know where are the Xiongtai people?"

Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Several of our brothers came from Wang Du. Hearing the name of Yellow Crane Tower, they came to pay their respects."

"It turned out to be a visitor from afar!" The blue-robed scholar smiled and arched his hands. "We have many scenic spots in Jingzhou. Since the son is rare, we have to have fun here."

In the speaking room, Baihui's tea had been brewed and was distributed to several students. Because the teacups brought by Baihui were not enough, some students could only use their own teacups to fill the tea.

The blue-robed scholar was a tea-savvy student. After smelling the aroma of tea intoxicatingly, he sighed, "This is Pu'er, a green cake over thirty years old?"

Although Pu'er, which has been stored for thirty years, is not as good as the gold in tea for fifty years, it is already known as gold in tea, but it is also already very expensive, and the family is a little thinner.

Most of the scholars thought of this, and some of them gave birth to the friendship of friendship. This comes from the king's son, and it is like a family of power and nobles. It should be beneficial to have a relationship. Maybe there will be one more friend and one more response...

Anyone who says that the readers do not listen to the things outside the window. The purpose of most readers' reading is to hold the idea of ​​"learning martial arts and selling them to the imperial family".

Xiao Yi smiled slightly and said, "The son is so good..."

His voice did not fall, but he listened to the upstairs, that is, the third floor, there was a lively noise.

Nangong Yue, Xiao Fei and Fu Yunhe all looked up curiously, and the students on the side saw a smile and exchanged a glance.

"It seems that the four Xiongtai are visiting Huanghe Tower for the first time, so I don't know why." Or the blue robe scholar explained with a smile, "I wonder if Xiongtai has heard the story of "Zhou Jianghua Dragon"? "

Xiao Fei nodded and recited it: "Zhou Jiang, Jiangning people, Shan Danqing...Taste the painting on the Yellow Crane Tower, and mark the price as "one hundred two." Someone who has a celebrity..."

The story of "Zhou Jiang painting dragon" is that a person named Zhou Jiang is good at painting and is famous for painting dragon. Once he hung the painting on the Yellow Crane Tower and marked the price of one hundred two.At first, no one was interested, until a sir saw the painting while enjoying the scenery at the Yellow Crane Tower. He was very appreciative and willing to bid a hundred or two.After listening to it, Zhou Jiang rolled up the picture and gave it to Nao Si, saying that it was a sword and a gift to the hero. He also said that he didn't want silver, but used it to observe the world's vision.Zhou Jiang became famous after that.

Nangong Yue thought about it and asked curiously: "Is it all those'painting dragons' upstairs?"

"Good." The blue-robed scholar nodded with a smile. "Now, this is the most famous one on the third floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. A few people also hung some paintings on the upper floor. I don't know the four. Is Xiongtai interested in taking a look?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fei's eyes were already shining, and some could not wait.

Accompanied by the students, Nangong Yue and his team climbed to the third floor.The third floor is really lively and extraordinary. At a glance, the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings. Many literati, scribes or vassals are gathered there, watching, commenting, discussing...

Nangong Yue and his colleagues looked at the past with great interest, commenting from time to time.

Anyone here can hang their own calligraphy and paintings, so the works are naturally uneven, although there are occasional good works, but they are not bright... until they came to a calligraphy, Xiao Fei suddenly shined with both eyes .

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

Poetry is a good poem, and words are also good words!

Xiao Fei stared at the cursive script sighingly, and sighed: "The force of pen writing is extremely strong, and he is down, the brushwork is bold and bold, all in one go, and there is the danger of flying cornices!" "Happy! It's really fun!"

Xiao Fei looked down and saw that the price under the word was one thousand two.

Nangong Yue also saw it and nodded in agreement: "This word is indeed worth two thousand two!"

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

"Xiongtai really has a vision!" The blue robe scholar and his friends looked at each other with a smile, and then said, "In order to practice this cursive script, the person who wrote this cursive script also went to Ye County to watch the sword dance. It took me three months to see the cursive god."

When Fu Yunhe heard it, he touched his chin with pride: "I'll say it. No wonder I saw Jian Qi in this cursive script."

"Pretend!" A cold, arrogant voice suddenly interjected.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked over and saw that it was a scholar in the moon-white robe, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a clear face and a slight arrogance in the corner of his mouth.There were also four or five young students beside him, one looking like his horse.

The blue robe scholar frowned slightly and said, "Why did Brother Yang say this?"

It seems that these young local students know each other.

Yang Gongzi shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "I think a few of them are invited by the Yi family to build their own strength, right?" As he said, he looked at a square face son on the right hand side, "Brother Ye, Your calligraphy is also praised by the calligraphy teacher in the academy, what do you think?"

"Ye Mou and Brother Yang agree." That Ye Gongzi bowed his head to the ground, then pointed at the cursive script with the fan handle, shook his head and sighed, "One thousand two?! Where is this painting worth one thousand two?"

The blue robe scholar's face was even more ugly, and he said: "Brother Yang, Brother Ye, the people of Si are dead. Fortunately, they are a classmate, please be careful!"

Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei could not help but glance at each other. Could it be that the person who wrote the letter had already passed away?

"Brother Wang, is Yi Jiangxiu dead, so he only needs to say something beautiful, and no one is allowed to tell the truth?" Yang Gongzi snorted without giving face.

Yi Jiangxiu? The name seems familiar...

Nangong Yue's eyebrows moved, his gaze looked at the red seal in the lower left corner of the cursive script, and then exchanged a look with Xiao Yi on the side.

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Every flower is in every eye, this cursive script may be worthless in the eyes of the son, but in my eyes it is worth two thousand." Saying, Nangong Yue looked at that The blue robe scholar said, "Master Wang, today I will sell this calligraphy for one thousand two. Please also ask Master Wang to help me hand over the silver two?"

Prince Gong couldn't believe his eyes widened in disbelief. Although he could see that these people had extraordinary backgrounds, he didn't want to be so generous as to be a thousand or two silver.

Yang Gongzi was flushed with rage, but he couldn't see Nangong Yue. They clearly opposed him deliberately!

He looked at Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi up and down, and said disdainfully, "Huh! You just pretend! It's not a left pocket into a right pocket!" As he said, he waved his arm, "Let's go!" He walked proudly with Young Master Ye and several other students.

Wang Gongzi shook his head helplessly: "Several sons, don't be too concerned about it. Brother Yang is just careless!"

"Ji Shengyu and He Shengliang!" The Qingpao scholars on the other side dismissed their lips in disapproval. "He, he just regarded himself as Zhou Yu!" As he said, the Qingpao scholars looked at Nangong Yue and wrote to them, "Write this picture When he was alive, he was extremely intelligent, but he was the first name in our academy. The young son Yang just now was second in ten thousand years.

Wang Gongzi also looked at the calligraphy and painting and sighed: "Brother Yi is really a pity. He won my Jingzhou Jieyuan at the age of fifteen, but he died early in the year, otherwise Jinke will definitely be nominated in the gold list! "

For a time, the surroundings were silent, and those young students all looked sorry.

Nangong Yue said to everyone: "It's not a secret, I used to have a relationship with Brother Yi in Wangdu."

The scholars all looked surprised, and then they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the young man was willing to buy this cursive script at a high price, presumably to show his old friend.It really is a temperament!

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

Wang Gongzi clenched his fists and smiled, "This son was originally a friend of Brother Yi, but he is destined today!"

Nangong Yue smiled faintly, "It's just one side, I don't like to claim to be Brother Yi's friend. But Brother Yi's talents really admire me. I thought I could have a chance to see Brother Yi again in Jingzhou this time. Talk about the ancients and talk about the present and speak freely. I never expected that there would be no such opportunity anymore...

She said a few sentimental sons had tears in her eyes, and wiped the corners of her eyes silently with her cuffs.

Nangong Yue sighed and said: "Brother Wen may not 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 strangely at Nangong Yue. Is she talking about her cousin Wen Yu? Or... just another person with the same surname?

At this moment, Prince Gong said with surprise: "Brother Wen? The son also knew Brother Zicheng!"

"Zicheng?" Nangong Yue was startled.

Wang Gongzi immediately smiled and explained: "Brother Wen Yu feels that his name is too feminine, always let us call him by his word'Zicheng'."

"So we haven't seen Brother Zicheng for a year." Qingpao Shusheng said with emotion, "Dare to ask Brother Zicheng how is it now?"

Only these two sentences, for Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi, revealed a lot of information.

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?

Nangong Yue felt more doubts in her mind. She temporarily pressed them down and said casually: "Brother Wen now casts a relationship in Wangdu and started to work in Lifanyuan last year."

"Lee Fan Yuan?"

Those sons looked at each other, they couldn't hide their surprise.Since Wen Yu worked in the Lifan Academy last year, it means that he was not a member of the imperial examination system. If he did not rely on the imperial examination system, he would rely on recommendation.Obviously, Wen Yutou's relatives are not ordinary relatives.

The Qingpao scholar hesitated and said: "Is Brother Zicheng abandoning the imperial examination? ... That's a pity!"

"Yeah." Wang Gongzi also echoed, "Although Zicheng's talent is slightly inferior to that of Brother Yi, but he is also a young talent, even if he can't be in this subject, it is promising in three years..." Give up? How can you give up so easily after ten years of hard study?

In addition, since Wen Yu's family can help him arrange the errands of the Li Fanyuan, he must have paid great attention to him. Why not support him in taking the imperial examination?

This is not only the doubts of Prince Gongzi, but Fu Yunhe also couldn't figure it out.

When Wen Yu came to recognize her relatives, the grandmother was happy, but also ordered people to visit carefully:

Wen Yu grew up in a small town in the south, and had read a few books in his childhood, but later, because of the fall of his adoptive family, he dropped out of school early and lived a very poor life.The grandmother also sighed a little because of this...

But nowadays, listening to these sons say so, it is not the case at all.

Wen Yu is not only smart, but also talented for imperial examinations?

Is Wenyu in their mouth his cousin "Wenyu"?

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

"Brother Yi was in February when he was drunk in Wangdu. He fell into the river after drunk..." Prince Wang sighed and said with regret, "Brother Yi has always been drinking moderately, and he doesn't know how he would drink more drinks that day. Hey, if a few of us were also in the capital, Brother Yi had never been drunk by the river alone, and certainly no such tragedy would happen..."

For a time, the students were sighing.

However, Nangong Yue's complexion is not very good-looking.

February?

According to the prince, it is clear that Yi Jiangxiu fell into the water shortly after seeing Yi Jiangxiu that day.In this way, it is no wonder that Xiao Yi couldn't find the whereabouts of Yi Jiangxiu at the beginning. It turned out that this person was already dead.

The issue is--

Is Yi Jiangxiu's death really an accident?

Nangong Yue felt awkward in her heart, how could there be so many coincidences in this world...

At this time, Fu Yunhe suddenly spoke, his face a little unnatural, and asked: "I don't know if the young man left Mobao on this Yellow Crane Tower?"

Wang Gongzi nodded, reached out to make a pleading, and took Xiao Yi and his party to a calligraphy and painting.It was a landscape drawing overlooking the Yangtze River from the Yellow Crane Tower. Name: Wenzi City.

Fu Yunhe stared at the inscription on the calligraphy for a long time. Although he was not 100% sure, the handwriting seemed to be very familiar. It was probably the handwriting of Wenyu's cousin.

Seeing that he was enthralled, Wang Gongzi smiled and asked: "Xiongtai likes this painting of Brother Xicheng? Brother Zicheng entrusted this painting to me before leaving, how about donating it to Xiongtai today?"

Fu Yunhe was stunned, and then he smiled and bowed his hand to Wang Gongzi. "The younger brother would like to thank Brother Wang. Today, the younger brother will be the host. How about a few brothers to drink?"

Those scholars didn't make any excuses, so they should.Everyone waited for a drink in a small restaurant nearby, and their common friends, Yi Jiangxiu and Wen Yu, were naturally mentioned from time to time.

Later, Fu Yunhe was almost uneasy.

If cousin Yu had a problem, what did he conspire?

Fu Yunhe was more and more startled, he couldn't help but look at Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue, he thought: did the elder brother and sister-in-law also know something, otherwise, why did the sister-in-law just guide the son of the king?

Finally, Xiao Yi said goodbye to several scholars after the wine was over thirty. Fu Yunhe couldn't wait to ask: "Brother... what's going on?"

Nangong Yue looked at Xiao Yi, and then said: "Let me... In February, Sister Fei and I met Wen Gongzi in front of the Jinyu Pavilion in Wangdu..." She made that day simple. He said, and said, "I felt a little strange at the time, and Master Yi did not look like a wrong person."

Xiao Fei was right next to it, and Nangong Yue did not mention that he was wrong because Wen Yu had deliberately pursued Xiao Fei.Just vaguely said: "... Then your elder brother asked someone to check on Master Yi and found that he hadn't returned the rented yard in a long time. Until today..."

Xiao Yi slightly jawed his head. He actually instructed people to continue to check Wenyu, but at that time most of his mind was still how to make the emperor agree to his return to southern Xinjiang. For Wenyu, he really did not care too much. on.It was only when he came back that people kept checking, and as soon as there was news, Feige passed the book to him.Wan Wan did not expect that there would be such gains in the Yellow Crane Tower.

Fu Yunhe became more and more startled, and couldn't help but have an idea similar to that of Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue--Who is Wen Yu?! If the death of Prince Gong Yi is related to him, why does he...

Fu Yunhe dare not think about it anymore.

"No!" Fu Yunhe immediately said, "I'll write back to my grandmother... I must let her check it again!"

Xiao Yi said with approval: "I will write it back to the post today. I will arrange people to continue the investigation near Jingzhou... to see how Wenyu arrived in Jingzhou and when he left. How much should I think? Some gains."

Fu Yunhe thanked: "Thank you Brother."

Xiao Yi patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Fu Yunhe's expression was a little anxious, so they didn't delay too much and went straight back.

Entering the station, just before reaching the small courtyard of Tianzifang, I saw Zhu Xing waiting outside, with a slightly weird expression.As soon as they saw them come back, they hurried up and said, "Shiziye, Princess Shizi..." He said, and also glanced at Nangongyue. Then he lowered his voice and said quietly, "...The big girl of Qi Wangfu came. "

Han Qixia?

Several people looked at each other in surprise.

Why did Han Qixia come here?

Han Qixia was settled in the ear room. When she pushed the door open, she seemed to hear the sound and looked up, her face was surprised first, but she followed, and tears shed.

"Sister Xia."

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

Nangong Yue walked to Han Qixia and squatted down, patting her shoulder gently.

After a while, Han Qixia finally stopped crying.

Xiao Fei poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. Han Qixia took it and thanked her in a very gentle voice.

After seeing her emotions stabilize a little, Nangong Yue moved two round benches to sit next to her, letting out a soft voice and asking, "Sister Xia, why are you here?...Are you here alone?"

Han Qixia's expression dimmed. She took a deep breath and said, "I... Yue'er, on March 16, Han Qixia was already dead."

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

Xiao Fei on the side was also surprised, looking at Han Qixia with uncertainty.

Han Qixia smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "I... I voted for the lake on March 16... Wang Dushang should now think I am dead." Her eyes showed a deep mourn, " My concubine asked me to marry Kui Lang, and I don’t want to marry."

"Emperor...I want you to go and kiss? But King Qi..."

"No, Yueer." Han Qixia shook her head and said, "It's not Uncle Huang, it's my mother concubine...My mother concubine took the initiative to meet Uncle Huang and sent me out to kiss."

how come?!

Although Nangong Yue knows that Princess Qi pays more attention to her son-in-law, Wang Qixia, but Han Qixia is also her only daughter-in-law! How can she push her into the fire pit!

"I can't help it..."

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

-Digression-

The previous chapter originally used Jingzhou. Jingzhou was taken from one of the ancient Jiuzhou in China. Yugong called Jiuzhou as Ji, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Yu, Liang, and Yong.

Ancient Jingzhou is about the modern area of ​​Hubei, which is actually different from Jingzhou in the modern sense.

I didn't expect it to be ambiguous when I wrote it, but now it is replaced by a fictional place name...

(The author carefully checked when he wrote...)