Chapter 63: Solve the question

"Yes." Chen Pingping responded respectfully.

"Those two female assassins are really under Sigu Jian's sect?"

"yes."

The emperor suddenly frowned and asked, "Will the Sigu Jian really kill Fan's son for revenge?"

Chen Pingping responded respectfully: "A generation of masters always have some airs. They are still in the Dongyi Sword Pit. As long as Fan Xian doesn't go to Dongyi City by himself, I'm also dealing with this matter."

"I know, those things were not finished the night before yesterday, so continue today." The emperor half closed his eyes and asked, "It took a long time to return to the capital. Even if you are not afraid of the censors' letters, I have to take into account the discussions of the subjects all over the world. I know that you are making a little bitch and dissatisfied with his arrangements."

Chen Pingping gently rubbed the nails of the ring finger of her right hand. I don’t know if it was nervous or excited, but the wrinkled face was still very calm: “After this matter, the prime minister will probably hold a grudge. Although he would believe that Sigu Jian took action, he would always think that his son died because of Fan’s son. This marriage... let’s forget it.”

The emperor said quietly, "It's okay. King Jing has entered the palace. I don't know why. He likes that little guy very much. Don't be careful of him, but if he really wants to protect himself, no one in the court dares to move again. As for Lin Ruofu, he is a smart person. After Lin Gong's death, who should he believe in. Twenty years later, he should have a truly smart decision."

"Prince Jing?" Chen Pingping was a little surprised.

"Of course he didn't recognize it, so he didn't know where he had a relationship with that little guy." The emperor sighed, "Maybe everything is fate."

It seems that this sentence involves some years of pain, and one emperor and one minister fell silent at the same time with great understanding.

Chen Pingping suddenly said, "I opposed it four years ago. Today, I still oppose this marriage."

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "You are younger than me, but you have been working hard all these years. But I have become much older, so I will take care of less things in the future. How can these little guys be qualified to worry about you?"

Chen Pingping smiled and replied, "I will retire when this matter is over."

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, that child's business."

The emperor's tone became weaker: "In order to leave his mother's things to him, I turned these many turns, pretending to feel sorry for Chen'er, and appointed her as the princess. Let this property be used as a dowry, and then asked the empress dowager to marry him. Only then can he get these things justified. I have good intentions, may you still have any dissatisfaction?"

"I don't dare." Chen Pingping knew that His Majesty had implemented many measures in order to allow Fan Xian to regain the Ye family. He said seriously: "I just always think about what if a minister goes there, what should the Supervisory Office do? If the yard is handed over to an outsider, it would be a very dangerous thing."

Unlike the inheritance of imperial power, the Supervision Office is a somewhat deformed existence, which relies entirely on the supreme trust of the Emperor Qing State for Chen Pingping and on Chen Pingping's supreme loyalty to the emperor. If Chen Pingping dies, no matter who takes over the Supervision Office, it is very likely that he will have an unimaginable terrible impact on the Qing State's court and hand it over to his ministers. It is possible that a powerful minister threatens the royal family and gives it to the prince, which may create an overly powerful prince and affect the throne and cross.

The emperor closed his eyes again, as if thinking about something: "Do you think I should hand over the yard to him?"

"Yes, since that child is not an outsider, he will naturally not threaten the palace. However, his background is destined to be impossible to participate in the battles of the emperor's family, so he can remain neutral the most." Chen Pingping responded slowly.

The emperor seemed a little moved: "Let me think about it. You are going to be healthy and you will have a good life. There will be still 10 or 20 years of life. Don't be too anxious about this."

"Yes." Seeing that today's goal had been achieved, Chen Pingping bowed respectfully and left. A palace maid from afar had seen it coming over and helping her and walked towards the road outside the palace.

The emperor stood up, closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes and watched the wheelchair travel outside the palace. He had never doubted Chen Pingping's loyalty to him. But he had always been a little doubtful about why this old dog was so obsessed with the woman. He fought for all the power that could be obtained for the child. Thinking of that child, a trace of tenderness suddenly flashed across the face of the supreme emperor in the world, thinking that he had not seen him since he came to Beijing, and when would he have to go and see him?

The palace maid pushed the wheelchair out of the inner palace, and a guard took it over, then slowly pushed it into the outer palace, and then went to the palace gate. The inspector took it over and helped Mr. Chen onto the carriage. The carriage was moving forward on Zhuque Street, crushing the stone road, making rhythmic sounds, but it had not been out of the inner city for a long time.

The road to the east city was very quiet. At this time, the sky was already half dark. The carriage turned in a slanted place and stopped in a secluded place. Another carriage had been waiting here. The officials of the Supervision Bureau seemed not familiar with the guards next to the carriage, but they left the carriage at the same time in tacit understanding and scattered around, forming a relatively hidden defense circle.

The two carriages were very close. At the same time, the people in the carriage lifted the side curtain and looked at each other. It was Chen Pingping and Fan Xian's father, Mr. Fan Jian, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. Chen Pingping was very angry when she saw this righteous face: "When I am not in Beijing, you will coax your Majesty to find a good marriage for your son!"

Seeing that he was angry, Fan Jian was neither afraid nor nervous, and replied with a smile: "Four years ago, you ruined my affairs, but now I just want to find a way to get things done."

Chen Pingping said coldly: "It's so worthy of such a lot of stinky money."

Fan Jian shook his head and said, "Money is the most important thing. Don't forget that when the yard was first formed, if it weren't for the mother of Yi'er, you would go to drink the northwest wind."

"Now this inner treasury is not the Ye family of the past. If your Fan family takes over, you will be in a hurry. The emperor forced the Lin family to recognize the illegitimate daughter, just to let you and the prime minister live in peace, and it is also for the sake of future considerations. Otherwise, in the future, people will know what the princess would say." Chen Pingping sneered: "Listen to my advice, after quitting this marriage, it will be a good thing for you and him."

"You think I don't know what you are planning." Fan Jian frowned and said, "You always think that the eldest princess has something to do with the matter back then, but after so many years, you have not found any evidence."

"It's not just this reason." Chen Pingping said with a cold face: "Even if Your Majesty feels that he owes him, think about it, if Your Majesty really listens to you and returns the Ye family to him, what should I do in this yard? Your Majesty is very talented and will never allow anyone in the world to master these two powerful weapons at the same time, even if he doesn't."

Fan Jian's brows frowned even more: "Since you know this, why do you still have to let my son get involved in these things? Wouldn't it be better to let him be a rich man?"

"It's so easy to do with the rich man?"

"With you and I were in Kyoto, the eldest princess has also learned a lesson, and it should be very stable in the next few years."

Chen Pingping said in a cold voice: "Don't forget, your...son, was almost killed a month ago."

Fan Jian stared at his eyes: "This is my negligence, it's not your problem. If you are not angry, there will be such storms in Beijing."

Chen Pingping said quietly: "If your son dies like this, do you and I need to be so attentive?"

After a while of silence, Fan Jian said, "In this matter, the price I paid is much greater than that of you, so if both sides cannot decide, I hope you respect my opinion." Chen Pingping thought about it and agreed to the other party's statement. The so-called "no speculation" was too much. Fan Jian lowered the curtain coldly, and at the command, the two carriages parted ways.

The dark night enveloped the imperial city. In this thick ink-like background, some people gathered for profit and some for ideas, and often separated because of these two words, waiting for a certain chance to come together again. Under the root of the imperial city, next to the high vermilion palace wall, he slowly walked with a sedan chair, and followed several people from afar behind. The imperial guards at the palace gate in the distance saw the sedan chair walking around the palace wall, but no one stepped forward to ask questions.

It was the prime minister's sedan chair, which was the prime minister's habit. Whenever Qingguo fell into a certain problem, he would always make people carry his sedan around the palace wall. Some people said that he was thinking about problems in a strict and quiet environment. People who despise the prime minister believed that this quirk showed his morbid fanaticism about power. In the second year of Qingli, a flood occurred in the southern river. The prime minister sat in the sedan chair and circled around the palace wall. The next day he put a note, which detailed the division of labor and procedures for disaster relief. The rules were clear and powerful, but in the most critical amount of money, it was a little stretched. The Ministry of Revenue was a little bit unbearable. At this time, the inner treasury had several large sums of overseas trade silver in the account, which almost provided a safeguard for the prime minister's plan. His Majesty was very happy.

People often say that the prime minister is a treacherous prime minister, you can tell by looking at other people's houses. The prime minister is capable of being a treacherous prime minister, and you can tell by looking at the world. But whether it is a treacherous prime minister or a treacherous prime minister, in fact, at certain specific times, he will always return to the most primitive role, such as his father. Today, the prime minister "scattered his sedan chair" around the palace wall, and no one dares to disturb him, because everyone knows that his second son is dead and the adults are in a bad mood.
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