Chapter 13 Kyoto Coup 9

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Bah! I didn't say Zhao Zhen, bah, what are you doing?"

The third prince heard a familiar voice and saw the man who pushed open the door. His anger was gone in an instant. Tears filled his eyes and he shouted in surprise: "Ah! Rukawa? Is it really Rukawa?"

Chu Shou went upstairs, and as soon as he opened the door of the private room, he was embraced by the incense smoke that was swirling in the room, as if someone had stuffed a handful of incense ash into his mouth.

Before she could react, she was hugged tightly by someone again, and the voice she had had since she was a child shouted loudly and loudly in her ears, "You are finally back! Five years! You know how I have lived these five years."

Of?!"

Everyone in the room listened to Yin'er, and they all came forward and poked their heads out. After one look, they understood clearly that the two of them had a close relationship. Zhao Zhen regarded himself as Chu Shou's brother from the bottom of his heart. Every time he mentioned her, he always

He is in a low mood, with a sad look on his face.

So they all prayed: "Meet the princess."... "Meet the princess."

"Why did you come back suddenly, and did your father agree? I heard that you led the imperial army to surround the Metropolitan Procuratorate. I didn't believe it. However, except for you, no one in the whole capital can do this!" Zhao Zhen

Surprised, he frowned and asked in confusion, looking like a good brother in modern times.

Although based on his understanding of Rukawa, it was normal not to call him to the capital, but the matter was serious and he had to ask.

In addition, the matter of surrounding the Metropolitan Procuratorate, well... it's hard to say, it's hard to say...

Chu Shou clicked his tongue and frowned. Why did everyone have to ask this question? His hometown had been destroyed, so he said impatiently: "Of course there is a yes! This morning I wanted to get medicine for His Majesty, but the Procuratorate refused to cooperate.

, they won’t let me in.”

After Zhao Zhen heard this, he clenched his fists and kicked the air angrily, "This is so outrageous, so arrogant! A bunch of ignorant white-eyed wolves!"

Although he can't help in this matter, the Metropolitan Procuratorate still dares to be vague about this kind of matter, which is really courageous...

Chu Shou looked at Zhao Zhen and felt really sorry for him. For the sake of publicity, he wanted to pretend that the Forbidden Army and the Metropolitan Procuratorate were at odds and take out the Metropolitan Procuratorate. In order to let the biggest fish take the bait, he could only make random remarks here and there.

Dirty water, but... the emotions are heightened here...

"It's true! I sincerely asked for the medicine, but they quarreled with each other whenever they disagreed, especially the new Censor, who was like a god of plague and wanted me to give it to him!!! If I hadn't led a circle of forbidden troops

, I almost confessed it there..."

"Ha! It's too much to bully someone. Not to mention the imperial censor, just the one named Shen. I am a prince but not a prince. So what if I am rotten and smelly here?! You need that kind of look!

?"

"And there's that Qin Wuhui!" Zhao Zhen clapped his hands anxiously, "We are classmates after all, and I don't need him to bow down. It's like I am using my status as a prince to force a good girl into prostitution! How aloof! I can't help but roll my eyes.

It’s gone to heaven!”

"that is!"

"Does he need to take care of us?"

"That's right! It's so angry!"

Everyone, led by Xue Yang, was gearing up and echoing loudly, and one chubby boy even started crying.

Chu Shou's face twitched. It seemed that this son of a bitch in Kyoto had been tortured by the Metropolitan Procuratorate for a long time, and the mood of resistance had spread to all walks of life!

Then she...

But she had to be the fuse that was about to break out. Suddenly, her sense of mission arose...

"What about you? Your Majesty is still in a coma." Chu Shou leaned against the pillar in front of the door with his arms folded. He tilted his head mischievously and looked into the house. He clicked his tongue a few times and said, "Beautiful Xianle? You are not afraid of those officials playing a book on you."

Zhao Zhen straightened his body, looking like a majestic man, raised his brows high, and said: "As the princess said, no one will remember me, the Third Highness, in this situation."

He was proud but shook his head helplessly.

"It's just my mother and concubine who forced me to go to the main palace to stand by my father's bed to claim credit. Unexpectedly, I was surrounded by his imperial guards and couldn't even see a corner of my father's robe..."

"Then, I heard from somewhere that my father was in danger, and saw that various forces in Kyoto were ready to move, so they asked me to come out and win over some officials to make a move."

"It's just right. Hiding here in Ganlinzhou, at least no one will talk about it!"

Zhao Zhen said, put on his belt with both hands, closed his eyes and exhaled, his good mood was written on his face, he felt so uncomfortable.

Chu Shou nodded. Concubine Jing was known to be strong. His Majesty's several princes had to push Zhao Zhen to take the lead in everything. The eldest prince died young and the second prince was sick. Zhao Zhen was of good character and good at both civil and military affairs. Apart from his temper,

If you speak louder, the rest are also remarkable. The most important thing is that the first queen has no children, and she is old, so it is Zhao Zhen's turn.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared on the way. The first empress fought to the death to give birth to her legitimate son. Before she could be happy for half a year, she exchanged one life for another and died of exhaustion.

When the Queen was buried, she cried sincerely, with joy on her brows and sadness from the bottom of her heart. She was so sad and happy at the same time that she almost vomited blood.

After thinking about it, he only blamed his mere concubine position for dragging down his son, so he dressed up again and competed with the concubines for favor.

Unexpectedly, a second Cheng Yaojin appeared on the way - Xiao Rong, the goddess of the witch clan. With the help of some Wan Wan Lei Qing, she immediately climbed on top of them and caused trouble.

Soon after, His Majesty appointed the former Queen's legitimate son as the Prince of the East Palace, and raised him under the name of Concubine Xiaorong.

At this time, the career-minded Concubine Jing was completely defeated by the reality and cried: Son, I am sorry for you! She fell ill and her life was slow for two or three years before her Qi and blood flowed smoothly.

Zhao Zhen grew up in this kind of environment. He once felt that it was because he had taken away his mother and concubine's home that such an ambitious talent as her was buried...

Chu Shou naturally expressed his understanding and continued: "I just heard you yelling, yelling, knocking and beating...it really hasn't changed at all."

His temper has not changed, and his ambition is still "mediocre".

"Just now?" Zhao Zhen tried hard to recall: "Just now we were talking about the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Now all the families in the DPRK and China are always watching their direction! They all want to draw them over for their own use. Once there is a capital

With the help of the Procuratorate, in this city of Kyoto, we will have the guarantee that turning our hands will turn into clouds and turning our hands into rain!"

What Zhao Zhen said was true, and Chu Shou expressed some doubts. Although she was betting on the Metropolitan Procuratorate this time, she didn't dare to be 100% sure.

The predecessor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was Jianghu 48th Floor. There had been internal strife in Jianghu and the 48th Floor was severely damaged. Even with His Majesty's help, it was not easy to rebuild its darknet system and apply it to the court.

Besides... in the past two or three years, who hasn't secretly called the Metropolitan Procuratorate a mad dog? He has bitten many powerful people. Even if she was not in Kyoto, she was still affected. At that time, her grandfather, in order to save the Gu family, also gave her

The engagement was paid off...

The Metropolitan Procuratorate, which everyone is afraid of, has suddenly changed and become so popular again. Is this the common trait of Kyoto people?

Chu Shou was thinking in his mind, but before he had time to answer, Zhao Zhen spoke again: "Huh, I come from a rough background, so I don't know how to be loyal. It has only been two or three years since I returned to the imperial court, and I can only follow the wind! Alas! But the way of heaven is unfair.

Those evil people hold power, weave a dense network of darkness all over the world, and they are His Majesty's personal guards, so they are much easier to use than the Forbidden Army..."

After hearing this, Chu Shou raised his eyebrows. The effect of this private room was really good, so he tentatively said: "Your Highness can see clearly."

Zhao Zhen was helpless, his eyebrows drooped, and he said in a low voice: "If you have a mother-in-law who analyzes the situation in Kyoto in your ears every day and an uncle who claims to be the most ambitious young master in the world, I can guarantee that you will not

People who love to memorize can also analyze the situation in Kyoto in a clear and logical way, memorizing it backwards and forwards, and remembering it like a treasure!"

Chu Shou first frowned and clicked his tongue. After all, he didn't criticize others. Then he shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled: "There are undercurrents of various forces. Once someone succeeds, your dynasty will be overthrown in the end. But you

Not afraid."

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, put his hands on the railing, and looked at the diners downstairs listening to books. The bustle and noise could not hide the loneliness of the young man. He held the folding fan and teased himself: "I can't wait to do it! You also know that this

The title of prince is nothing but a burden to me... It would be better to give it to my mother and concubine, she actually loves me very much!"

Chu Shou laughed and scolded: What nonsense are you talking about?

Zhao Zhen had an unstable temper, sometimes depressed and sometimes high-pitched. Now he pointed at the opposite side with his fan and exclaimed: "Look, look, look, the same one as you is. The censor of the Imperial Procuratorate who just returned to the capital is that person."

Man, I thought he was a sinister old man, but he turned out to be a young man."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Chu Shou with a smile. Chu Shou had seen Song Yanqing coming out of the private room across the street early in the morning, standing there with his hands behind his hands, dressed like an ordinary boy next door. Others didn't know, but she knew that he just looked young.

Well, in fact, she is two years older than her. She is really blessed by her status as a heavenly official. It is exactly as the book says, and she is always "upright" and prosperous.

At that time, Song Yanqing was having a very pleasant conversation with Chen Ji of Dali Temple. He was in charge of the conversation, and Chen Ji was in charge of the conversation.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, I heard a loud noise that sounded like a firecracker exploding - a bang.

Suddenly, the unknown giant round red shell hanging on the roof of the restaurant exploded, and colorful square flying paper with glittering gold threads spread out like a heavy fog, filling the entire restaurant in an instant.

.

On the roof, which was like a heavy snowfall, a dancing girl in colorful silks and satins appeared vaguely. She held her pipa in her arms like a flying dancer and descended from the sky. She fell slowly. A gust of wind came from nowhere, stirring the colorful satin.

, lingering in the air.

That beauty is like a fairy. Even though her face is covered with gold gauze and her makeup is made of peach blossoms, you can clearly see that her eyebrows are stretched, and she has an unearthly aura like the person in the painting.

Everyone raised their heads, or looked their heads, or exclaimed, or cheered: the drinkers stopped drinking, the eaters stopped, the waiters stopped unconsciously, and the cook ran out holding a spoon and looked at it dreamily.

Then, the three-story restaurant was filled with people. They all ran out of the private room and leaned on the railings. Almost for a moment, the entire restaurant became quiet. Everyone greedily sucked in the beautiful scenery in front of them, and was sucked into the vortex.

It's like you've entered.

Only one person wanted to pass through the flying gold paper and see clearly the green-clad eyebrows on the opposite side, which were like mountains and rivers. For Chu Shou, the whirlpool was not in the sky, but in front of her, on the opposite side. She was willing to fall into the whirlpool, but

After passing through the whirlpool, the man disappeared and reappeared, like a beam of light from the bottom of the sea, flickering on and off, making it difficult to see his features or his heart.

Such sentimental thoughts made her feel sour in her heart. The mahogany box she personally delivered this morning was the agreement she made with Song Yanqing many years ago. During those days in Youbei Hanyuan, he and he were the only two keeping each other company.

.

When they were working hard, they would go to the mountains to collect herbs during the day and cook and grind them at night. When the bottles and jars for storing medicine were not enough, the two of them learned to make pottery. Although it was crooked and some were not yet formed, it was enough to hold Chu Shou's pottery.

Various types of pills made.

Every other month, we go down the mountain together to sell medicine in a nearby town, spend all the money we get, and carry the big and small bags back to Hanyuan.
To be continued...