C242 Suspicion

In the past few days, there had been many people passing by Yue Pengju's residence.

She already detested Zhao Deji's probing and was even more disappointed with the capital, but Yue Pengju was calm and composed. In the capital, he should have left early in the morning to meet the emperor, and once he returned home, he would go sightseeing with his wife.

That morning, just as the two was about to go out and explore the Western Lake, they saw Xu Caizhi and two eunuchs walking over.

The two of them were still happy when they saw Xu Caizhi, so Hua Rong quickly asked: "Master Xu, I haven't seen you this whole time."

"My family is off on a public trip."

The two of them did not have time to ask, they only saw the eunuch take out a box: "Madame Yue, Shangguan Family remembers your body and sends a gift …."

At this time, Hua Rong already hated Zhao Deji for his unruly methods, but she could only thank him for her instructions, she did not even bother to exchange greetings with him.

As the two walked in, Hua Rong placed the box on the table. Without even looking at it, she knew it was some sort of Lingzhi. As if it was the greatest irony, when Zhao Deji delivered the Lingzhi, was it to gloat over his infertility?

She sat on the chair, and Yue Pengju brought her a cup of tea.

Her husband's gentle tone made her feel slightly more relaxed.

"Peng Ju, how much longer do we have to wait?"

"It depends on when Wen Long's son arrives."

"Your Majesty, you've really overdone it."

Yue Pengju said indifferently: "He is not being superfluous, he is suspecting that our husband and wife are feigning sickness."

"Huh?"

His intentions had been so obvious after this probing, his companion Jun was like a tiger, and he truly lived up to his reputation.

Hua Rong's heart was in a mess, she was previously grateful to Zhao Deji. After escaping with Zhao Deji a few times, although she was dissatisfied with him, she never thought that there would be a day when he would raise a butcher knife towards her head.

She was shocked in her heart. Even if this butcher knife was not directed at her, it was most likely aimed at Peng Quan. Peng Kong was actually even more dangerous than her.

When she thought about this, she became even more anxious, "Pengju, let's hurry up and leave the capital."

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he thought, where can my husband and wife go in this world? Moreover, Zhao Deji did not say it clearly, it was just that his actions had disappointed his.

Yue Pengju's gaze turned as he smiled, "In such a big world, there will always be a place for me. King Qin is still enjoying himself."

This was the first time she had heard her husband's tone, half joking, half serious.

Yue Pengju and the King Qin were separated by a million and eight hundred kilometers, how could he say such a thing?

She was even more depressed. The Golden Man was rampant, the Water Cock was in the courtyard, and the world had not yet become peaceful. Was the Son of Heaven going to suspect that they had rendered meritorious service?

In the end, she could not help but open the box. The box was empty, without any elixirs.

There was only a single note inside, and when she opened it, it was written by Zhao Deji himself.

"Rong Er, after returning from the sea, I am worried. I slept soundly and my body is getting worse. These days, I hope you will forgive me for not caring enough for you. The world is so big that I only trust you.

She was stunned, then after reading the note, she handed it over to Yue Pengju.

The words on the note contrasted greatly with Zhao Deji's repetitions.

Zhao Deji blamed his repeated actions on his anxiety. Hua Rong's suppressed mind slowly calmed down, and then he said to himself. "Could it be that we were wrong about him?"

Just then, Yue Pengju was not sure of Zhao Deji's intentions, writing such a note, with even the position of an emperor, seemed to be telling him everything.

But, what could the emperor say to himself?

Seeing that she was still depressed, Yue Pengju pulled her hand and said: "Don't be bored, we agreed to go to the West Lake to play."

She still wanted to sit, but was lifted up by Yue Pengju as he hugged her. Her armpits felt numb, and she laughed, feeling relaxed.

It was just noon, and the winter sun was at its best.

The two of them hired a small pleasure boat and let the boat drift slowly on the lake.

There were pleasure boats like this everywhere, singing girls, entertaining people, and hawkers selling all kinds of candies. The capital was full of beautiful flowers that were burning with oil. Who would think of the great calamity that happened a few years ago?

There was a zither on the cruise liner.

Yue Pengju sat down and played a tune. This song was something that he had learned from Hua Rong after returning from enlisting in the army. From then on, he had become friends with the military, and he even experienced the joys of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Hua Rong made tea at the side and smiled as she poured a cup. Stepping on the last rhythm of the sound string, she handed it over to him.

Yue Pengju took a sip, then said with a smile: "Sister Shi Qi, it's your turn."

He stood up, Hua Rong held on to her skirt, and the two exchanged positions.

Hua Rong played a song called "Shuidiao Getou", she would occasionally raise her head to look at her husband, and when their gazes met, she would silently smile.

Yue Pengju's interest was piqued, and he began to sing along with the tune:

When would the moon be bright? Ye Zichen asked the blue sky. May I know what year it is? I want to ride the wind and go home, but I am afraid of the beauty of the palace and the cold of the high places. If one dances to make out the shadow, why does it seem like they are in the human world?

Zhu Ge Pavilion, Ling Qi, sleepless. What should I hate? It was difficult to complete the story of the people who had their sorrows together and the moon that was full and round. Let us hope that we will live on for a long time.

The complacency and complacency of the two didn't attract too much attention from anyone else, but they didn't know that a luxurious pleasure boat was slowly approaching.

On the West Lake, this kind of cruise ship was not that rare. Especially the group of songbird on the cruise liner, whose beauty, beauty, and zither skills were all top-notch, and not something that ordinary people could possess.

The curtain on the cruise liner was made of the finest silk, thin and translucent. It was a technique used by the most exquisite woman in the embroidery. It had a function of concealing her surroundings, allowing the master to see everything within the curtain.

Many dignitaries who do not wish to be seen by acquaintances usually use this expensive brocade curtain.

At this moment, a young master was sitting on a chair carved with a green-headed, double-necked mandarin duck. He was looking through the curtain at the unobstructed pleasure boat.

The distance was so close that he could clearly see their faces.

The woman was still playing. Her hands were clean and elegant, and her face was like a flower. She wore a light blue dress, and her hair was combed into the current style of a bun. She stood tall and dignified and elegant.

The man opposite of her was in high spirits and had an intoxicated expression on his face. He enjoyed the beautiful zither music his wife played.

Clear tea, string song, lovely wife.

Yue Pengju now had the best realm a man could have.

In fact, he even thought that all of these should not have been Yue Pengju's, but Yue Pengju had "snatched" him — seized his dreams.

This was something that would be difficult to accomplish!

He suddenly thought of Zhang Yiping's < The River Diagram >. In the flourishing southern dynasty, beautiful and elegant men and women must have background like the West Lake. Therefore, a martial general like Yue Pengju could also sing "Wishing we can live on for a long time, let's live together like this".

A group of generals would not even dare to imagine the Great Jinguo, known as the Great Jinguo, which was known as the Mighty Lion Million.

He loathed being mixed up in a group of extremely vulgar military generals.

There were so many beauties in the Southern Empire, but what was it for a slut like Wang Junhua to prostrate at his feet? This was also the reason why he was willing to take such a huge risk to come here.

The zither music suddenly stopped, and he looked through the curtain once again. He saw that the lady playing the zither was holding the kiln's rose cup in her hand, and handed it over to Yue Pengju with a sweet smile. "Are you thirsty?"

What a simple sentence.

It was something that he would never be able to obtain.

Young man, why is it that the beauty of the morning belongs to them?

He was furious.

Wishing him a long life, a thousand miles in total!

He wanted to sing a song too, but he didn't dare.

Even though he was sitting on this extremely luxurious pleasure boat, he did not dare to say half a sentence like Yue Pengju, nor did he dare to act as if there was no one else present and act as if the woman he liked had their brows knitted, singing and responding to everything that happened — because this was not his own territory.

His territory was made from Shang Jing soil and birch bark, it was a huge, ice-cold brick bed.

It was a world of ice and snow as far as the eye could see.

Where in this world would there be such a gentle, prosperous, and noble character?

Even though he had Wang Anshi, Su Dongpo, Sima Guang, Sima Guang … However, he didn't even dare to sing out loud.

The mountains and rivers were like a painting. For a time, there were many heroes present.

This world would always be his. It was a time when he was in high spirits and in high spirits.

He returned to the pleasure boat and sat down. The two "distinguished guests" were hugging each other happily.

The two of them wore exquisite human skin masks, but their mouths were different. The cost of the masks were unimaginable, and even the beauties in their embrace could not tell that they were 'fake people'.

He waved his hand and the dancers withdrew.

Only then did the two of them say, "Young Master, everything has been prepared."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work. "If it is successful, all of you will be Yuan Xun officials."

"Many thanks, Young Master."

The two of them looked at this talented young master and found it hard to believe that at such a young age, he was able to arrange such a plan and plan. The power behind him had given them a lot of confidence with his endless financial resources.

Just as the two of them were leaving, another guard in plain clothes came in and said softly: Liu Yu has a letter.

He took it and looked at it, his expression slightly changed.

It was originally because after the assassination attempt, Zong Han and the others took him under their wing, bestowing him with the title of "Emperor of the Child". It was not only a great insult but also a great deterrence for the ten-year old Jinguo Emperor to bestow the title of son emperor to Liu Yu. He looked at this secret letter, then waved his fire piston, completely burning it until it turned into a pile of ashes, and said, "The heavens really want to help me!"

Kanggong's private house.

On this day, it was not his turn to be on duty. He was drinking wine and having fun in his private residence when he saw a servant hurriedly returning and whispering a few words into Kanggong's ear. Kanggong's expression changed greatly as he rushed back to the palace in a panic, rushing to the capital hall's office.

He first went to Lv Yihao's office, only then did he remember that Lv Yihao had already been out of the palace for a long time, inspecting the defenses of the few great generals. He immediately transferred back to the hall, where Qin Gui and Di Ruwen were supposed to share, and Di Ruwen was the only one left. He anxiously went in and sang an order to Di Ruwen: "Shangguan Family's Imperial Decree, you need to discuss it privately with Hubby."

immediately ordered the officials to retreat. Kanggong took out Zhao Deji's writing brush and a roll of yellow paper and said, "My servants occasionally find out that there was a conspiracy in the army. They will start the army at Tian Zhu Temple tomorrow morning."

Di Ruwen was skeptical, he scrutinized the yellow paper, and pointed at the last two lines of words: Control officials' land and control officials' gold, what does that mean?