I looked at him blankly, what does this have to do with the concubine? But seeing him turn his back and stand with his hands behind his back, his tone was solemn: "Since this day will come sooner or later, when the evening comes, the princess will send someone to tell me."

I:"……"

Darling, I forgot that he is now the princess, so he thought I came all the way to ask him to do... that kind of thing? It's really a huge injustice, how could Han Fei's mind be so impure? And, what's the matter with his stoic posture? Even if I really want to find him, this princess will be the one who will suffer!

I tried my best to bring my mentality back to a point of balance, rubbed my forehead and said, "I think Young Master Han has misunderstood, if I covet Young Master Han...cough, if I have a bad heart for Young Master Han, I won't wait until today to start. "These words sounded really awkward, but fortunately, from what he said just now, I vaguely sensed that I haven't done anything to him... Since he is still innocent, it will be a little easier to negotiate.

Han Fei saw that I didn't want to get his hands on him, so he felt relieved and said, "I don't know what the princess is looking for?"

I exhaled aggrievedly, and briefly mentioned the selection of the supervisor who was negotiating with the prince in the palace today. By the way, I modified the prince's high hopes for him, just waiting for him to nod. .

After I finished speaking, it was silent for a while, and Han Fei frowned and remained silent.

I couldn't help but ask, "Master Han doesn't

willing? "

Han Fei seemed to be in deep thought. After thinking for a while, he still didn't speak. I asked, "What are you thinking about?"

He looked up at me, "Princess...how long are you going to fool me?"

I:"……"

He said, "Does the princess want me to die before I can just let it go?"

I didn't move, my eyes were straight, how did I kidnap him to the house that day, so that his resentment was twisted to the point of distortion. Why is it a shocking feeling to listen to Han Fei's words?

I said, "I don't understand what you mean." I really don't understand.

Han Fei showed a contemptuous smile: "Princess, don't forget why I fell here."

Really forgot.

He stood up holding the qin, and didn't mean to continue talking nonsense with me, "If Your Highness has nothing else to do, Han Fei will retire first."

I was finally a little annoyed: "You are not afraid of this palace, why do you keep your words so secretive? If you say that I fooled you to death, you must not think too much of yourself, if it is not what the prince means, I will forget that you are in the palace. If you are greedy for life and fear of death and don’t want to be involved in this stall in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, let’s be honest, you don’t need to play any riddles here.”

Han Fei paused: "Princess forgot me, could it be that Fang Yachen also forgot?" After speaking, he bowed to me and left the pavilion.

Fang Yachen? Where did this character come from? What does it have to do with him and me?

I sighed a little tiredly, Princess Xiangyi, you are only a young girl in two decades, how difficult it is to be a princess, so in the end you can't bear the burden and jump off a cliff...

When he returned to the main garden, Song Langsheng had already returned. He put on a light and comfortable cotton robe and sat in the hall reading a book. When he saw me coming in, he glanced at it, "I heard that the princess has been to Dali Temple, why didn't you wait for me? gone?"

I sat on the chair next to him, picked up the tea cup on the table, and said, "I can't bear to disturb your elegance when I see the trial of the concubine in full swing."

Song Langsheng didn't look up at me: "If you're running around in this situation and bumping into an acquaintance but revealing your secret because you can't recognize it, you'll be in more trouble."

I said, "Can't I just go and see you?"

Song Langsheng still held the book: "Oh."

I said again: "I went back to the manor and went to the waterside to chat with Han Fei before I came back."

He hummed, still holding the book. He looked at the book, and I looked at him, to see when he turned to look at me.

Song Langsheng was very persevering. He stared at the book for Banzhuxiang without turning a page or looking up at me, as if it was his intention to become a sculpture. I decided to let him go and asked, "Who is Fang Yachen? , do you know?"

Song Langsheng recalled for a moment and said, "Fang Yachen... seems to be the face of the princess."

I:"……"

Why is it the face again!

Why is it that every time I ask "who is this" out of curiosity, the answer is so horrifying?

I asked with difficulty: "So... is he in the manor now?"

Song Langsheng said, "No."

I:"……"

Concubine, why did you have a stroke so suddenly that you cherish words like gold.

I asked, "Where are the others?"

Song Langsheng said, "Dr. Guozijian."

For a moment, my five tastes swayed: "Why did my face go to teach at Guozijian?"

Song Langsheng continued to calm down: "To be able to escape from the princess' mansion safely, he should be a person with a strong chest. Why not go to the Imperial College to teach?"

I:"……"

Concubine, you can't change your habit of allusions and sarcasms, it's a lot of pressure to talk to you like this.

I shook my head, "Because Han Fei mentioned Fang Yachen, there seems to be some connection between them..."

Song Langsheng snorted, "They used to work together in the Hanlin Academy."

Then nothing else was said.

No wonder the concubine was taken as a prison by me, and when was such a narrow-minded person able to escape.

I sighed: "It seems that you are my concubine, and you will inevitably have some gossip in the court."

Song Langsheng said, "That's true."

I am determined to refuse to speak to him today.

Song Langsheng saw me swallowing the pastry wholeheartedly, and brushed off my clothes: "Did the princess take something from me?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "Um...are you talking about a fan?"

Song Langsheng stretched out his hand, and I squinted at him: "Why, it's just a broken fan, just take it."

Song Langsheng said, "Since it's just a broken fan for the princess, what's the use of it?"

I remembered the phrase "sweet man" deep in my memory, and turned my head away unhappily: "No."

Song Langsheng frowned, he probably thought I was making trouble without reason.

Although I have no memory, I don't want my husband to have someone else in his heart no matter what.

I want to say this to Song Langsheng.

I asked, "Does this fan have a story? Why do you treasure it so much?"

Song Lang's spirit was a little erratic, and the afternoon sunlight slanted in from the window. For a while, I squinted and felt that he was sad.

I returned the fan to him from the cuff, and looked back to the bedroom: "Forget it, I never understand you anyway."

Perhaps, I am not qualified to say that he is not at all, whether it is because of the messy relationship with the face in the past, or the person who is unforgettable in my heart now.

I found that this feeling of sadness will not last more than half a day in my heart.

After dinner, the concubine returned to Dali Temple to work on a major case. I was lying on the ground and I couldn't lie down.

Prince Jiāo agreed to take care of me on my behalf, but was rejected by that Han Fei, how could he replace it with his younger brother?

Thinking of Fang Yachen, the Imperial Child Supervisor, I rolled off the bed and still felt that I should do something.

I put on a Confucian shirt, tied up my hair, glued on a small moustache and went out.

This girl disguised as a man's outfit was made by rummaging through boxes and cabinets. In terms of beards alone, there are more than ten types of beards, such as splayed beards, two-legged beards, and side beards. In the past, I must have loved to dress up and make private visits, or maybe I had a dream of a man hidden deep in my heart. If I was a man, I would definitely be a beautiful bearded man who often changed his beard, and would never hide like a concubine. The room is clean and unstained, and wearing an official robe is clearly a gentle scum.

I wandered around the street for a long time, and went to a teahouse on the other side of the South Suzaku Gate to sit down.

Originally, there was Yueyang Restaurant next to the teahouse, which was well-known in Beijing. In addition to the excellent food, the price was notoriously expensive. Not to mention small families, Zhou Zhengji, an official, did not dare to enter that door, so as not to fall into the house. The salary is not enough for the name of corruption and drunkenness, so most of the people who leave are rich businessmen and powerful people.

In fact, my original intention was to try this restaurant, but I saw a teahouse first.

Yuelu Teahouse.

From the name, knew that the owner of this teahouse should be an artisan. After a little inquiries with the passers-by, the shopkeeper was actually a student of the Imperial College. He went to teach at Yuelu Acade in Hunan, and now he has returned to Beijing with his son and opened such a teahouse.

During this period, there are probably a lot of legends and miscellaneous legends. Many scholars and scholars in Beijing are famous, and they can often attract the supervisors of the Guozijian, and even the academicians of the Hanlin Academy occasionally come to have a drink. Yayu Yueyang Restaurant.

The guys in this teahouse are very authentic. As soon as I entered the door, I was very attentive and greeted me. Knowing that I had not booked a private room, I warmly led me to the second floor. The shepherd sings and sings a little tune, and when the time comes, there will be a gentleman who will tell the story, and many literati and elegant guests will come to listen to the book."

I listened to the singing voice that was crisp and sweet, and I carried it around the beam for three days. I kept nodding my head and asked, "What place is upstairs?"

The young man said: "The third floor is high, and you can enjoy the lake view and plum fragrance through the window. It was originally an elegant place, but today, I asked the students of the Guozijian to pack the room, saying that it is for the purpose of dissertation. If you have any. If you're interested, why don't you listen to the little song in this building first..."

I deliberately stopped the fan hanging in my hand, pretending to be surprised and relieved: "So they are also here..." Seeing the young man expressing doubts, I lifted the fan and shook it, "Don't hide it. This little brother is also a new supervisor, it is rare to meet a fellow student here..." The little guy raised his hand to lead the way: "So, my son is here to invite you."

As you climbed up the steps, you could vaguely hear the voices of people arguing, and when the brocade curtain was opened, the voices were instantly amplified and the wind surged, and the first sentence was: "I thought that Princess Xiangyi was restrained, but I guess today I started to pre-govern the government again, and I heard that it was someone who was recommended by Zhao Ge who was blocked."

"Jiangsu and Zhejiang are heavily taxed. If something like this happens, you have to start to appease the hearts of the people. How can there be any reason to put it on hold?"

"I'm afraid that Princess Xiangyi will reassure her own people to do this mission. If the Crown Prince agrees, how dare others say more?"

I closed my eyes sadly.

It is this princess who is co-authoring this group of emperor's disciples to argue under the blue sky and daylight.

As for that reputation among the people, I vaguely know something about it. In the past, across the capital, I would hear that the scholar was talking about Princess Xiangyi, but I didn't have the heart to listen to it at that time. In the days after I traveled to Beijing, I came to the conclusion that although the princess is powerful, it is very powerful among the common people, especially the literati. In our eyes, there is a black horn, fighting in the temples of intrigue, covering the bright world with one hand and covering the rain with one hand.

Of course, when people are grieving and indignant, they will still hold a longing for a better heart. They believe that good and evil will eventually repay the world and reincarnate, and one day, a jianren like this princess will taste the retribution they deserve.

The twenty or so scholars in front of them obviously thought so.

They sat together at a table in twos and threes, expounding their views with righteous indignation. In addition to criticizing my remarks that were a bit extreme, they also had some sincere opinions. The more I watched them, the more panicked. It is not allowed to be recognized, and another rhetoric of "Princess Xiangyi's unannounced visit is unpredictable" will spread.