many worries

The autumn of the 24th year of Yuande was much colder and dreary than the winter of previous years.

On that night in early autumn, the rebels Feng Nannan and Jing Xu conspired against the palace, disrespecting the ancestors and gods, being unkind and unfilial, they went all the way to the Daming Hall, and almost killed Emperor Yuande ruthlessly.The eldest prince Jing Yan woke up in the middle of the night and chased him to the Daming Hall, where he rescued Emperor Yuande from the rebels and killed Feng Nannan, the criminal woman. The second prince Jing Xu was also killed in the chaos, and he had long since lost his breath.

And those civil servants and military generals who did not participate in the uprising did not expect that when they woke up, the sky of Dazhou would change.They didn't know anything about the palace, and they only listened to the news from the clan, because both Jing Xu and Feng Nannan died in the palace change, and they didn't really believe it.But later, when the Feng family, the second prince's in-laws Li family, and a group of party members were interrogated, after hearing their plans for so long, I had no choice but to believe them.

Emperor Yuande lost his mind due to brain wind, and couldn't get up, let alone handle political affairs, so Jing Yan, the only eldest prince in the palace, could do it for him.Those important ministers in the court were very good at observing words and expressions, so they immediately turned to Jing Yan's side and elected him as emperor.Jing Yan pushed this matter away, saying that his father was still alive and did not dare to pretend to be the emperor. Gu Lao led a group of civil servants to invite him again, and finally named him the regent king.

Because Feng and Li's families had many cliques, the imperial guards conducted a thorough investigation in the capital for more than a month, patrolling and arresting people. Evidence such as letters continued to be investigated. Dali Temple was strict but cautious, and there was no case of omission or slander.But the officials in the capital are still in a state of panic. They were officials in the same dynasty, so they must have met with each other. Although they did not participate in the forced palace incident, they were still afraid of being involved in the past, and they would get angry.

The concubines in the palace were all arranged according to their positions in the Buddhist temples around the capital to pray for Emperor Yuande to practice. Most of the palace was empty, and most of the maids were released to return to their hometowns. Most of the rest could not come out. For the eunuchs in the palace, the palace was also deserted and desolate for a while, not to mention Jing Yan's current mood, no one dared to smile and touch the regent's bad luck.

It took nearly two months for Jinfu to recover from her injury, during which Jing Yan seemed to have forgotten about her.Jinfu resigned from her original position, and those things could no longer be told to her. She lived like this for two months in a daze, until the imperial doctor confirmed that she was fine, and then got up and opened the window to see the long-lost sunshine.

She took a deep breath, and took all the plans she wrote down these days to find Qiao Yu in her hand and went to meet Jing Yan.

However, it has only been more than a month, but the palace is quite different.Jin Fu knelt down for four or five hours outside Xianlin Palace before being summoned into the study of Xianlin Palace.

She had just recovered from a serious illness, her knees were sore and numb, but her back was still straight, and she knelt down at the threshold to salute Jing Yan, only after a while did she hear a soft and hoarse "um" from a distance.

Jinfu stood up, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Jing Yan sitting behind the mahogany square table.

Jing Yan was still dressed in black clothes, even with wide sleeves, covered with intricate and delicate Ruyi golden dragon and auspicious cloud patterns, because they were all embroidered with gold threads, and the heavy ones hung down on the ground, and the thinner wrists could be vaguely seen. Wearing a string of dull red beads, the color is very unlucky.

Jinfu didn't dare to say more, and stopped talking about those useless apologies, and presented what she had written these days on the desk to the left of Jing Yan, where there was a pile of notebooks half the height of a person.

Jing Yan flipped through it casually, Jinfu was rarely restless, a little nervous, and looked to the side.

The windows around the house are closed, only the one next to the soft couch behind the screen is half-opened, thick green osmanthus twigs protrude obliquely, and there are only a few sporadic golden spots on it.

Even the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed and failed.

Jinfu remembered that at this time last year, she had only served Qiao Yu not long ago.Qiao Yu was lively and naive, so he went outside to pick a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and sent them to the imperial dining room. He spent a lot of money and asked the best cook to make him a steamer of honey sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. When Jing Yan came back in the evening, He presented a plate of golden and translucent sweet-scented osmanthus cake, insisting that Jing Yan try it, and proudly raised his nose, saying that he made it himself.Jing Yanzai ate a piece carefully, and then asked him if he kneaded the dough and set it on fire, or kneaded the shape.Qiao Yu was dumb for a while, then shook his head and said no, but he picked the sweet-scented osmanthus inside.Jing Yan followed it up naturally, saying it's no wonder, he ate that piece, the most delicious thing was the small cluster of steamed sweet osmanthus in the middle of the pastry.After Qiao Yu heard this, she was so happy that she stuffed a lot of pieces for Jing Yan. Jing Yan didn't like sweets, so she ate them clean.

Jinfu was still smiling secretly at that time, thinking that no wonder it is said that a hero is too sad to be a beauty, even a person like his master can't do it.

No matter how hard to solve the troubles encountered outside, Jing Yan was thrown away before returning to Xianlin Palace to meet Qiao Yu.

In other words, when Qiao Yu smiled, Jing Yan was helpless.

Jinfu thought of those things, but the trace of happiness that hadn't had time to well up in her heart was blown away by the chilly autumn wind, and disappeared without a trace.

Jing Yan looked at it for a while, and put it aside. Even though the imperial physicians surrounded him for diagnosis and treatment every day, his voice was still very hoarse, and he could not speak loudly, "Now you have a heart. The capital has already been searched. There is no news yet."

His voice was too cold, as if there was no emotion in it, just stating a fact.But Jinfu knew it was not, because she could clearly see that Jing Yan closed his eyes for a moment, pinched his palm tightly, and paused every word, piercing his heart.

Jing Yan went on to say: "He is still in Dazhou, so it is impossible to find him. I am going to order all the counties to investigate their own jurisdictions and count the real population. As for you, go to various places to find out the few people. Wherever you go, you can't let go of an inch of land."

Jing Yan was supposed to go there by himself, but he knew he couldn't go, he didn't care about power and status, at least compared to Qiao Yu, these were completely out of position, but he had to stay here to guard Da Zhou, otherwise, Without the right to make orders, there would be no stable situation, and it would be impossible to send so many people to find Qiao Yu.

Going to find Qiao Yu in person, indulging one's desires is happy and satisfying, but Jing Yan can only restrain himself.

Jing Yan didn't look at Jinfu, but just put his hand to his lips, his cold eyes were rarely distracted for a moment, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

—— "I know, he's still alive."

Living somewhere in Dazhou, waiting to find him.

After Jinfu left, Jing Yan summoned Xinxin to come over, and Xinxin was fed and drank well these days, but her face was still pale, and her spirit was even worse.Jing Yan didn't know whether Qiao Yu was in Chen Sang's hands, maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, he couldn't do anything for Xin.

Yi Xin didn't say a word, he knew that Chen Sang was responsible for Qiao Yu's disappearance, but he didn't know anything else.He watched Jing Yan do all this with his own eyes. It was too urgent and too bloody. This was not the way he always put it in the open.

He suddenly came up with an inaccurate metaphor, Jing Yan was like a long, sharp, extremely sharp knife, and Qiao Yu's scabbard.

Jing Yan smiled contentedly, that smile was extremely cold, "I know, you didn't touch Qiao Yu's affairs, that's all, it doesn't matter."

He paused, casually, "Anyway, Chen Sang's life is the only one."