Qingfu Marquis's heir, Zhu Minghao, was also a frequent visitor to Yanbo Pavilion.
Today, he felt that his injuries had healed a lot, and he couldn't stay at home any longer, so he quickly called his friends to come out and play.
This kind of time wasn't suitable for going to those brothels and taverns. If he accidentally went too far and made too much noise, even the Empress Dowager couldn't protect him.
After all, it was still a time of great mourning, and even the Empress Dowager had to observe it.
Therefore, the Yanbo Pavilion was unique.
On the outside, it was just a refined teahouse, but inside, there were many fun things to do.
There were many people with the same idea as Zhu Minghao, so the Yanbo Pavilion had been lively these past few days.
As soon as Zhu Minghao arrived with his people, another group of纨绔 young masters greeted him.
The leader curiously sized up Zhu Minghao a few times, asking with a bit of mockery, "Young Marquis Zhu, have your whip wounds healed?"
Zhu Minghao had snatched a girl on the street to be his concubine, and he had encountered Jin Wang. With Jin Wang's support, the girl had whipped Zhu Minghao unconscious.
This matter had already spread.
This group of people and Zhu Minghao's group had never been on good terms since they were young. No one was convinced by the other. But they had similar interests and often met to play together.
Just like the leader, Dai Xu, had been fighting with Zhu Minghao since they were young.
Dai Xu was also a Marquis's heir. His father was the Runan Marquis, whose status was actually higher than that of Qingfu Marquis. It was just that no one knew what evil charm Zhu Minghao had, but the Empress Dowager just favored him!
With the Empress Dowager's favor, Zhu Minghao was always even more arrogant than Dai Xu when facing him.
Both were the eldest sons of Marquis's, both were heirs, and every time they thought of each other, they had a bit of the "kings don't meet kings" air of turtles.
Zhu Minghao didn't expect that after hiding for a few days, he would run into this bastard again on his first day out. His face was not good.
Hearing Dai Xu use his scandal to slap him in the face again, his eyes had a bit of coldness.
"Heh, Dai Xu, you guessed wrong this time. How could Jin Wang support that little slut? Jin Wang had only just returned to the capital at the time. He didn't recognize this young marquis and was blinded by that dead girl."
Dai Xu and the others were stunned when they heard him say this.
"What does Young Marquis Zhu mean? Could it be that Jin Wang later went to apologize to you?"
They absolutely didn't believe this!
Runan Marquis knew Jin Wang better. Jin Wang was definitely not such a talkative person.
Zhu Minghao had to save face. So he straightened his back and snorted contemptuously.
"I'm not afraid to tell you. Jin Wang sent someone to sincerely send this young marquis a jar of ointment a few days ago. That ointment is a treasure. It is said that Jin Wang himself accidentally got a bottle,
and he was reluctant to use it himself, but he sent it to this young marquis. When that ointment is applied, it's ice-cold, and the wound doesn't hurt at all, and it heals quickly. It can be seen that it's a rare and good medicine."
"Jin Wang sent this kind of medicine to this young marquis. Isn't that just an apology and a request for peace?"
After Zhu Minghao finished speaking, he raised his chin very proudly.
Lu Zhaoling, who was just about to get out of the carriage, heard all these words.
She looked at Qingyin and Qingbao.
"Does Jin Wang's mansion have such good medicine?"
For some reason, Qingyin suddenly wanted to light a candle for the Prince.
Qingbao didn't think much about it. Hearing Lu Zhaoling ask, she immediately replied, "Miss, Jin Wang's mansion really has a lot of good medicine. The Prince has been sickly since he was a child, so the Prince's mansion has been searching for all kinds of good medicine. The Prince's mansion also has a special warehouse, exclusively for storing medicinal materials, ointments, and pills."
"Miss, that ointment may not have been sent by the Prince…" Qingyin saw that Lu Zhaoling's eyes were a bit dim and couldn't help but say.
That Young Marquis Zhu wanted to snatch Miss to be a concubine in his Marquis's mansion!
Moreover, it was his men who injured Miss. If it hadn't been for Jin Wang at the time, Miss would have been miserable.
He was Miss's enemy, so how could the Prince send him ointment?
Qingyin felt that Lu Zhaoling would be very angry.
Lu Zhaoling looked as usual.
"I'll ask when the time comes. I can't just listen to Zhu Minghao."
She was a very reasonable person. But if Jin Wang really kindly sent medicine to Zhu Minghao, this behavior would be equal to stabbing her in the back in her eyes.
The matter wasn't big, but she was petty.
If he really did this kind of thing, their cooperation would break down completely, and she would turn around and give him a few Unluck Talismans, and ruin all his luck to see what he would use to suppress the four deadly talismans in his body.
As for whether she herself wanted to pull out-
Rebellious, no way.
In the ancestral temple, Jin Wang suddenly felt a little hairy on his back, as if a murderous aura had climbed onto his back.
At this moment, on the offering table, the Taishang Huang's memorial tablet swayed.
It looked like it was drunk and couldn't stand steady.
"Old man, are you going to fall again?"
Jin Wang raised his eyebrows.
The memorial tablet swayed a few times, stabilized, and didn't fall.
For some reason, Jin Wang seemed to see the Taishang Huang standing there with his hands behind his back, triumphantly.
He seemed to be saying: Hehe, guessed wrong, right?
Jin Wang gently rubbed his brow. He felt that he was a bit bewitched.
This was just a memorial tablet. What was he thinking?
This time, he had come to the ancestral temple because he had too Much depressed in his heart and wanted to talk to someone, but after thinking about it, there was no one suitable.
He could only come to the ancestral temple, offer incense to the Taishang Huang, and talk to him.
"I don't know what's wrong with this golden Phoebe wood that was chosen that day. Why is it always unsteady? Could it be that there's some hollow spot inside?"
It had to be that the weight was not right in some places for it to be like this.
Jin Wang sat on the prayer cushion in front of the offering table, watching the curling smoke of the incense sticks in front of the memorial tablet.
Outside the hall, Qingfeng and Qinglin guarded.
"Father, you said, after sending me three secret letters to summon me back to the capital, couldn't you have held on for another ten days and a half months? I rushed back, and you died suddenly, without saying what needed to be said clearly."
"You said you dreamed that the late emperor warned that the nation's destiny of Da Zhou was turbulent and the dragon vein was damaged, and that if it was not repaired, the country would perish, but you didn't say where it was turbulent, where it was damaged, or how to repair it."
"In my opinion, it's just that the imperial brother has grown older year by year and has lost his mind. His belly has grown bigger, and his mind of being lustful and afraid of death has also become heavier. If this country is really going to be defeated, it should be defeated in his hands."
Qingfeng and Qinglin, who were guarding outside, looked at each other from a distance, and both subconsciously moved a few steps away from the door, more vigilant about the surroundings.
The Prince really dared to say anything. They couldn't let anyone get close and hear a word.
"The Crown Prince is still okay, but unfortunately the imperial brother just doesn't like him. I don't know if that position will be passed on to the Crown Prince smoothly."
"Also, let me tell you in advance, your future daughter-in-law said she will come to see you when she has time. You should prepare yourself."
With a pa ji sound, the memorial tablet fell again.
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