The leaves of the trees rustle, and the sky is full of stars and moons.
A village outside the imperial capital.
The eldest prince Qin Dang and the eighth prince Qin Zhou are both wounded, with bruises on their faces and noses, like dogs that have lost their homes. They have lost all their nobleness and are in a miserable state.
After being driven out of the palace, they can't even stay in the imperial capital.
They can only live in this farm.
"Damn Qin Ying! Bastard, dare to play dirty, this matter is obviously full of loopholes, and the emperor is simply biased towards him, hateful, really hateful."
Qin Dang punched the wooden table, and the whole table suddenly shook.
"We all underestimated him. Now that he has been driven out of the palace, it will be difficult to go back."
Qin Zhou sighed faintly and said weakly.
"Two princes, it's a little early to say discouraging words."
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the leaky door.
Then, two people covered in black robes walked in.
"Two princes, are you all right?"
One of the black-robed men revealed his true face.
Qin Dang's face lit up immediately, "Lord Wang."
The man who came was none other than the current imperial tutor, Wang Mingsong.
"Then, could this be Prince Wang?" Qin Zhou also said with surprise.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other black-robed man revealed his true face.
With a white face, a pair of eyes that shot cold stars, and a tall and majestic figure, he was a rare noble young man.
The two young men of the Wang family.
The man who came could not be the second young man, Wang Shifan, who was beaten half to death.
This man was Wang Mingsong's adopted son, Wang Teng.
Wang Teng's face was filled with a spring breeze-like smile, "Meet the two princes."
"Lord Wang, Prince Wang,
You must help me return to the palace." Qin Zhou said very excitedly.
He knew that Wang Teng was both civil and military, especially his wisdom and strategy, so he could be recognized by Wang Mingsong.
"Two princes, you are too careless."
Wang Tengsong's old face was gloomy. He stroked his white beard with his right hand and said calmly and indifferently: "The Ninth Prince is no longer the waste he used to be. You should treat him as a strong enemy."
Wang Mingsong said this to them, and also to himself.
After all, this time, it was not only the two princes who were hurt, but also his own son Wang Shifan.
Being beaten to pieces with a hundred boards, and paraded through the streets for three days, Wang Mingsong's old face was completely lost.
The reason for this result was that they all underestimated the Ninth Prince Qin Ying.
They were all deceived by his dandy and incompetent performance.
Qin Dang listened to Wang Mingsong's words and immediately growled viciously, "This villain who only knows how to play despicable tricks, one day I will crush him to death!"
Hearing Qin Dang's brainless words, Wang Mingsong frowned slightly.
"You two came here late at night, there must be some way to help, right?" Qin Zhou asked again impatiently.
Wang Mingsong raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then nodded gently.
Qin Zhou is different from Qin Dang, at least he has some brains.
Qin Dang is too obsessed with force, and he may have some achievements in marching and fighting, but in the imperial capital, in the palace, it's all about power and scheming.
If everyone is as irritable as Qin Dang, and writes all the seven emotions and six desires on their faces, they will die without knowing how they died.
"Qin Ying used Wei Zhiyan to drive you out of the palace, so we will use the people of the world to kill Qin Ying."
Wang Mingsong smiled coldly.
Hearing this, Qin Dang and Qin Zhou were both confused.
"How to use the people of the world?"
Seeing the brainless look of the two of them, Wang Mingsong really wanted to slap them each. They were all born of the same father, so why would the Ninth Prince use dirty tricks, but you can't?
"Teng'er, tell the two princes about your strategy."
After the voice fell, the two looked at Wang Teng curiously.
Wang Teng waved his folding fan and smiled: "Yes, father!"
After speaking, he leaned forward and whispered something.
After hearing his treacherous plan, the two felt as if they had suddenly seen the light, and hurriedly praised, "Great plan, it's really a great plan!"
"If this plan succeeds, Qin Ying, that bastard, will die!"
Wang Tengsong's eyes were dim and deep like the sea.
"Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Even the emperor cannot go against the will of the people of the world."
"If everyone in the world wants to kill the ninth prince, Your Majesty, no matter how much you love him, you can only wield the knife yourself, right?"
While Wang Mingsong was talking, he couldn't help showing a smile of planning and controlling the overall situation.
That night.
A group of men in black dragged a large number of bamboo baskets to the outside of the imperial capital and secretly dumped a lot of fish into the rivers.
Afterwards, they put on fox skins and quietly sneaked into the nearby village.
. .
The next day, early in the morning.
The warm sunlight sprinkled on the ancient walls of the palace. Qin Ying stretched and got up reluctantly.
"Today's morning court must be about those boring topics again." Qin Ying couldn't help complaining.
"Your Highness, now you are in the favor of His Majesty the Emperor. You must go to the morning court frequently, but don't complain!"
Chun'er had already prepared the water for washing her face and began to serve Qin Ying to wash and change clothes.
Looking at Chun'er, whose skin seemed to be white and tender, Qin Ying smiled mischievously: "Chun'er, who taught you those last night? Well, was it Xian'er? When I was not around, did you secretly watch the art of sex?"
"No...no."
Hearing Qin Ying's deliberate words, Chun'er's pretty face flushed instantly. When she thought of the lingering last night, she covered her face in shame.
"Hahaha, when Xian'er gets better, this prince will let you all share the spoils."
Qin Ying laughed loudly, and a very erotic picture appeared in his mind again, and his heart was immediately moved.
Going back to ancient times to be a prince, this is definitely a paradise that men dream of.
"Oh, Your Highness, you are...lustful..." Chun'er said shyly.
"This is called the true nature of a hero." Qin Ying smiled, and seeing that it was getting late, he stopped joking and quickly put on his clothes.
When Qin Ying left the Tingchao Pavilion and walked to the Jinluan Palace, the morning court was just beginning, and the civil and military officials stood on both sides.
The Han emperor sat majestically on the dragon throne, his eyes swept over the ministers below, and his steady voice slowly sounded, "Do you have anything to report?"
"I have something to report!"
At this time, the Grand Tutor Wang Mingsong stood up.
The Han Emperor looked at Wang Mingsong: "What do you want to report?"
"Your Majesty, I have two reports today."
"First, the rainfall this year is too abundant, causing floods in many places. I think it must be the anger of the River God. We should
invite the monks of Huangjue Temple to go down the mountain to find out what the River God wants."
"Second, there are rumors among the people that a fox fairy appeared in the mountains and forests last night!"
Wang Mingsong spoke clearly.
The Han Emperor was surprised and said: "The anger of the River God? Fox fairy? Isn't this a sign of a great disaster?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, the anger of the River God and the appearance of the fox fairy have appeared twice in the history of the Han Dynasty. Each time it brought great disasters and made people live in misery. Now the omen appears, I am afraid it will happen for the third time."
Wang Mingsong said solemnly.
"What's the situation?"
Qin Ying frowned.
Ancient people believed in ghosts and gods. In their cognition, if there was a flood, it must be the anger of the river god He Bo, and drought was the anger of the Dragon King.
And there would be signs before the disaster came.
For example, the fox fairy was born.
In order to appease the anger of the gods, sacrifices must be offered.
Of course, in Qin Ying's view, these claims were simply nonsense and pure superstition and rumors.
But for the ancients, they believed it without a doubt.
The Han emperor knew that this matter was no trivial matter, and said solemnly:
"Please ask the monk to come down the mountain to perform a ritual and ask He Bo to appease his anger. The Han Dynasty is willing to offer any sacrifice."
As soon as the voice fell, the ministers talked about it.
"Last time, He Bo accepted 100 boys and girls. How many do you want this time?"
"No matter how many you offer, as long as you can appease He Bo's anger!"
"Yes! Only when He Bo is satisfied can the Han Dynasty have good weather and good harvests."
Civil and military officials began to discuss, and Qin Ying frowned when he heard it.
After he traveled here, he felt the collision of ideological realms for the first time.