Prince Hou really wanted his sister-in-law to go out less often, as her identity was too troublesome. Look, just a few days after Prince Duan's son returned to Beijing, the two almost had a fight.

What's all this? It doesn't matter if she offends one or two people in the royal family, but she can't offend the whole family!

"Second brother, you stopped eating because of choking," Yuan Zhao was dissatisfied and analyzed, "What's wrong with offending Prince Duan's son? Thanks to my uncle, our whole family has offended all the people in the world, shouldn't we live?"

"How can this be the same?" Hou Shizi was furious, "You are using strong words to make excuses!"

"I'm being reasonable," Yuan Zhao has always been calm, but seeing that his second brother is still worried about his behavior even at his age, he has to lower his attitude, "My little sister understands my second brother's intentions. In this way, I will try my best to do it during the day next time

Go out and turn a deaf ear to any sounds of fighting, okay?"

"If you don't go out, where will the sound of fighting come from? You must be self-aware." Hou Shizi is not an expert at quarreling. She is willing to take one step back, and he can take two steps.

Do you understand that there are seniors and juniors in the house, and they cannot withstand the hardships?"

Hearing this, how could Yuan Zhao not understand? Alas, he bowed to his second brother apologetically and softened his tone:

"It's my sister's fault that the second brother is worried. But the second brother is overly worried. I went out last night to hear any news about my father and the third brother. But I didn't hear anything, just some food and drink.

Having fun is not nutritious.

So I thought that there have been many foreigners coming to Beijing recently, and maybe there is a place at the West Gate that I can inquire about, so I went there overnight to check it out..."

It was purely an accident to see the prince being assassinated, and it was definitely not intentional.

"It's a pity that I went too late, and the teahouses and wine shops over there closed too early, so I found nothing." Yuan Zhao spread his hands with a helpless expression, "From now on, I will try my best to travel in low profile and disguise myself, so I will go to West Street to keep watch. It's boring to be in the mansion anyway.

."

If her father and brother came back with news, they would most likely go through Ximen. She would wait and see, and she would always hear some news.

Seeing that he could not give up the idea of ​​his sister-in-law going out, Prince Hou sighed helplessly:

"Instead of pretending to be a disguise, it is better to pretend to be original, so as not to be slandered again and you have a guilty conscience. Alas, if there is news from father and Changjia, the court will know it immediately. Why do you bother to inquire about it yourself?"

Even if you find out, the source of the information may not be accurate.

"The war is constantly going on, and my father and brother are on an expedition. How can I sit still? Why not go for a walk outside and experience the peace and joy of people's livelihood." Yuan Zhao said as he sat down at the table, "Besides, I am a native of Fengjing, but like that foreigner, I missed the opportunity.

Aren’t all the human fireworks in my hometown a waste of time?”

"You always have many reasons, but you have to think about the consequences." Hou Shizi also sat at the table and kept nagging, "My mother is worried about you, so she didn't even eat breakfast."

Because she was worried about her, my mother didn't eat any rice this morning, so everyone had to wait with her.

Mrs. Jiang, who was called out for no reason, pursed her lips and smiled. She said nothing and ate snacks in her leisure time. She was happy to see the brother and sister with a huge age difference having a small quarrel.

She had a peaceful sleep last night, but when she woke up early in the morning, no one in the courtyard dared to tell the truth.

When the children of each courtyard came to pay their respects, even the crown prince who was supposed to be on duty came, but her biological daughter, who was usually the first to come to pay her respects, was nowhere to be seen, and she realized that something had happened.

Before she could panic, the second son Zhonghe calmly told her that his sister-in-law had saved the prince last night and was now telling the story of the cause and consequences at Zongzheng Mansion to help the court catch the assassin.

His calm expression was very soothing and made her feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his daughter came back, he immediately revealed his true colors. His original calmness was gone and he was as panicked as anything.

Quarrel is good! How can any brother or sister not quarrel?

Over the years, she has been worried that her daughter and her second son will not get along. She and the Marquis will grow old, and in the future, the only ones who can talk to her daughter are the brothers and sisters in the family.

If her biological siblings were separated, she would not be able to rest in peace even if she died.

Let’s talk about the brothers and sisters. Yuan Zhao won the battle with his second brother. Just after taking a sip of water, he suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, second brother, don't you need to be on duty today?"

"Thanks to you, I'm staying in the mansion in advance to wait for your news!" Hou Shizi said angrily, looking at his children and nephews present, his expression became stern, "Hurry up and eat. After eating, go to Moyuan to endorse.

I’ll have to double my homework tonight!”

Phew, seeing the little guys instantly fall into disgrace, the elders present chuckled but did not offer any words of comfort. Seeing this, Mrs. Jiang, who was sitting at the table, couldn't help but smile, and the discomfort in her body seemed to be swept away.

As my daughter said, if you are in a good mood, everything will be good.

…

At noon, in the imperial study, Emperor Fengyuan casually wore a wide-sleeved cloak and coughed lightly from time to time. He bent over his desk and reviewed the memorials, while listening to the secret spies kneeling under the hall reporting the news.

If Yuan Zhao heard this, he would definitely be shocked.

The news reported by the secret agent was the conversation she had with Prince Hou this morning, and was told to the emperor word for word. After the report was completed, the secret agent left the study, and a man came out from the side hall and sat in front of a low table next to it.

Below, the language contains concern:

"Father, you have just recovered from the cold, so why not go back to the palace and rest, and leave these memorials to my son."

As the prince, he has the responsibility to share the worries of his father.

Moreover, he was full of energy, showed no sign of loss of vitality or blood, and showed no signs of being seriously injured due to poisoning.

"Ahem..." After the prince finished speaking, Emperor Fengyuan coughed a few more times, leaned against the table with a tired look, and said in a slow tone, "What do you think of what happened last night?"

"Erchen always believed that Azhao didn't know anything about it," Fengqiu recalled what the spy had just said. "Besides, Si Jing also said when he visited Erchen's house this morning that he saw her at Wangdong Tower last night..."

Si Jing is the grandson of Prime Minister Meng and the nephew of Empress Dowager Meng. They are a family member and will never deceive the royal family for Yuan Zhao.

Even if the two of them were engaged, it was only when they were children.

"A-Zhao left Beijing when he was young, and rarely comes back to stay for a long time. It is reasonable for him to want to travel around." Fengqiu analyzed, but did not realize that there was a trace of pity in his tone. "If it was really her arrangement for the assassination, why did she have to stay so far away? She didn't

How to ensure that 'I' will run in that direction?"

According to the waiter at the teahouse at Xicheng Gate, she was still standing in the teahouse when "he" was assassinated.

"Hmph, in order to survive, wouldn't it be more reasonable and reasonable to set up a trap so that you can get the credit of rescuing the car?" Emperor Fengyuan closed his eyes slightly and said in a cold tone, "Prince, the wolf cub may seem silly, but after all, it is the descendant of a wolf.

Sooner or later it will bite."

Fengqiu was slightly startled, but he immediately understood what his father meant, and he couldn't laugh or cry:

"Erchen doesn't mean that. I just feel that this time the test against Awu is known to only Erchen. How many days has Azhao been back? Even if he knew, he wouldn't have time to make plans. Besides, 'my' schedule that night was all decided by Awu's whim.

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As for his intentions, he is more suspicious."

Although the other party was his cousin, according to the news secretly sent back by Feng Pavilion, King Duan made a private crossbow with a spear, and the soldiers were self-respecting, but he didn't know what he wanted.

The Beiyue clan is already a turtle in a urn. At most, it is struggling to its death, so there is no need to worry about it.

On the contrary, what King Duan did was worthy of more attention. After all, internal and external troubles caused constant losses of troops and generals. I heard that Marquis Dingyuan occasionally fell ill at the border and was worried about his life and death.

When it comes to relatives, even if the imperial power is supreme, they have to be on guard.
Chapter completed!