"This poor monk, Huaiyi, greets Your Majesty!"
"Master is here, please have a seat!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Shanghai Wan 'er's eyes flickered, and she said to Wu Zetian, "Everyone, Wan' er still has some books to deal with at the History Library …"
Wu Zetian said, "There's no hurry, it won't be too late to go after you deal with the remaining memorials here."
As she spoke, she beckoned for a palace maid to massage her legs, and asked Xue Huaiyi, "Master, is there a reason you're here?"
Shanghai Wan 'er's heart skipped a beat when she was called by Wu Zetian. In the past, as long as Xue Huaiyi came, everyone would naturally avoid him. Even if the Emperor was not in the mood to do it today, he would still keep Xue Huaiyi by his side for a while. Why now …
Wu Zetian did not realize that this action of hers had already caused many people to speculate about it. In fact, she was greatly affected because the person who used the curse to harm her was her own son. Although Wu Zetian had never placed much importance on kinship, she was, after all, old. She was now seventy years old, and her way of thinking was more or less different from before.
Of course, subconsciously, although she did not hate Xue Huaiyi, she was not as attached to him as she used to be. It was probably because they had been together for a long time, and she did not have the same passion for Xue Huaiyi as before.
With Xue Huaiyi's careless nature, he did not realize the deeper meaning of Wu Zetian's action. He was no longer the young man in his early twenties, and he could no longer snuggle in Wu Zetian's arms and play coquettishly to make her happy.
Moreover, Wu Zetian had been working hard for the past few years, racking her brains for the throne. She did not take good care of herself like she did in the past. After removing her makeup, she had wrinkled skin and white hair. She looked old, and he felt disgusted with her from the bottom of his heart. Hearing that Wu Zetian did not ask others to leave, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Xue Huaiyi went straight to the point, "This poor monk has not seen Your Majesty for a long time, and I miss you very much. Today, I specially came to the palace to visit Your Majesty. Moreover, there is a small matter that I would like to trouble Your Majesty with. "
Wu Zetian frowned imperceptibly, and lightly asked, "Is there a shortage of funds? I can call the palace treasury … "
Xue Huaiyi laughed, and scratched his bald head, "Thank Your Majesty for your concern. It is not that I lack money to spend, it is because … Your Majesty! This poor monk has received Your Majesty's favor to become the abbot of White Horse Temple, and I have accepted a few useless disciples. Speaking of which, the only one among this poor monk's disciples who has some potential is the layman disciple, Yang Fan. "
Shangguan Wan 'er was pretending to look at the memorials. When she heard this, her heart skipped a beat. "Is this Xue Huaiyi speaking up for Fan Lang?"
Xue Huaiyi said, "These days, this poor monk often heard people say that although my disciple Yang Fan was released from prison, he has not returned to the palace to lead troops and protect Your Majesty for a long time. This has lost the favor of Your Majesty. Cough, cough … Your Majesty, this poor monk's disciple is extremely loyal to Your Majesty, he …"
Xue Huaiyi said, "These days, this poor monk has often heard people say that although my disciple Yang Fan was released from prison, he has lost the favor of Your Majesty by not returning to the palace to lead troops and protect Your Majesty for a long time. Cough … Your Majesty, this poor monk's disciple is extremely loyal to Your Majesty, he …"
Wu Zetian finally understood the purpose of Xue Huaiyi's visit. She smiled and interrupted Xue Huaiyi, "I see, Master is here for your disciple …"
Wu Zetian gently waved her hand and said, "Master, you don't need to talk about this matter anymore. I did not teach Yang Fan to return to the palace for a long time because I have other plans. However, to say that he has lost my favor or even be demoted is absolutely impossible. Master, you can rest assured! "
Xue Huaiyi was overjoyed and said, "Since Your Majesty has said so, then this poor monk can rest assured. Uh … but how does Your Majesty plan to arrange for my disciple? "
Wu Zetian stared at him and said, "I have my own arrangements! Now that the edict has not been issued, letting Master know first is not in line with the laws of the court. Master, you were asked by your disciple Yang Fan, right? Hehe, Master, when you go back, tell him to wait at home with peace of mind. I will make arrangements in a few days. "
Hearing this, Xue Huaiyi did not ask further. He could only nod and said, "Now, I will have to trouble Your Majesty. This poor monk only has this good disciple, please take care of him."
Beside him, Shangguan Wan 'er couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "Judging from His Majesty's tone, Fan Lang won't be implicated by this case anymore. But … I wonder what His Majesty's so-called appropriate arrangements are for Langjun?"
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Yang Fan once again arrived at the "Golden Hairpin Drunk". He had just tied up his horse and was walking up the stairs to the main entrance when a winemaker, who had politely sent off a customer, turned around and happened to meet him.
"Oh my, it's General Yang. Quick, invite him in, invite him in!"
This wine expert was the waiter who had witnessed the conflict between Yang Fan and Wu Youji. Seeing the most manly man in his heart arrive at the hotel, he was especially excited.
Yang Fan was puzzled by his unusual enthusiasm at first. Looking at him carefully, he felt vaguely familiar and knew that he must be the waiter who had seen him the last time. Yang Fan nodded and said, "I have come by invitation. Please bring me to the Lanzhi Room."
He was referring to a private room. The wine expert heard him and said, "Aha, the guest in that private room has already arrived. He arrived just a moment earlier than General Yang. I will bring you …"
Just as he said this, another two people walked in through the door, followed by a few family guards in green. One of them raised his voice and said, "Innkeeper, is the Heaven-class still available? I would like to invite an esteemed guest for a drink."
The wine expert turned around and was stunned. Yang Fan turned his head and was also stunned.
He did not recognize one of the two people who had just walked in, but he was very familiar with the other one. It was Princess Taiping's son-in-law, Wu Youji.
Wu Youji listened to the other person's words with a faint smile on his lips. He did not expect to meet Yang Fan again here. For a moment, the smile froze on his face.
The other person saw Yang Fan and Wu Youji's strange expressions and asked, "You … know each other?"
This person was Zheng Kejun, the son of Great Elder Princess of Yan 'an. Great Elder Princess of Yan 'an was the youngest daughter of Emperor Gaozu of Tang, Li Yuan. She was only four or five years younger than Wu Zetian. Wu Zetian should call her aunt, but she recognized Wu Zetian as her mother.
Seeing that Li Tang's imperial family was being purged, the princess hurriedly recognized Wu Zetian as her godmother. She felt that it was not safe, so she actively tried to get close to the Wu family and claimed kinship with the Prince of Wei, Wu Chengsi. She asked her son, Zheng Kejun, to marry Wu Chengsi's daughter. Wu Chengsi was now a prince and his daughter was called Junzhu, so Zheng Kejun became the Junma.
Because Junma Zheng actively tried to get close to the Wu family, he was familiar with the kings and generals of the Wu family. Today, he met Wu Youji by chance and knew that Wu Youji was not in a good mood. He sincerely wanted to curry favor with him and invited him for a drink.
He did not expect to run into Yang Fan as soon as they stepped through the door.
Wine Scholar was a quick-witted person and knew the situation was not good. The drama of Prince Consort Wu chasing Yang Fan on the street was the hottest topic in Golden Hairpin Drunken Wine these two days. If the two of them fought here …
Professor Wine shuddered, turned around, and ran away to report the news to the innkeeper.
A moment later, the ashen-faced Golden Hairpin Drunken Wine hurried over with a large group of waiters, shouting as he ran, "Stop the fight! Stop the fight! As long as you stop them from fighting in our Golden Hairpin Drunken Wine, each of you will get three months' salary! Injured? If you're injured, I'll cover all your medical expenses and allow you to rest for half a year. Your salary will still be paid! "
When these waiters ran out in unison, they immediately attracted the attention of many customers. Some busybodies also followed them out.
They hurriedly ran into the main hall and stopped at a distance. Wu Youji's face alternated between red and white. After a long time, he suddenly took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Miraculously, his expression calmed down.
"Kejun! Let's go to another shop. I'm not used to this Golden Hairpin Drunken Wine! "
Wu Youji's words stunned Zheng Kejun and Yang Fan. Based on the previous scene of him chasing after Yang Fan on Wuyouji Long Street, now that they had met again, their eyes were burning with hatred. It was hard to say how the fight would turn out. Zheng Kejun was still hesitating whether he should help when the time came.
If he helped, he would offend Princess Taiping. If he didn't help, it would be inexcusable. Zheng Kejun immediately heaved a sigh of relief. However, he was also filled with disdain for Wu Youji. A man can be killed but not humiliated! Killing one's father and stealing one's wife are absolutely irreconcilable. Wu Youji is a dignified prince, yet he actually tolerated it?
Who would have thought that Wu Youji's face did not show the slightest bit of shame or anger when he said this. He calmly said this and turned to walk away. Zheng Kejun was stunned for a moment before he quickly chased after him. "Prince's son-in-law, wait for me!"
As soon as Wu Youji left, the hall exploded with noise. The guests and the restless waiters were all talking at once, discussing spiritedly.
Someone said, "That's right, of course I'm not used to Golden Hairpin Drunken Wine. Heh heh, with a certain someone here, all the wine here is sour!"
"Shoo shoo shoo, can't you have some manners? But … speaking of which, Princess Taiping … really knows how to control her husband ah! "
Yang Fan saw that Wu Youji actually turned to leave. It was completely different from the last time they met and he was stunned. He suddenly remembered the words that Princess Taiping said to him when he left Zhuo Yue Pavilion when he went to the Princess Mansion to see Princess Taiping, "You don't have to worry, Wu Youji will not find trouble with you anymore …" He could not help but be secretly surprised, this Princess was really amazing, what method did she use to make Wu Youji swallow his anger like this?
Thinking of Princess Taiping's power, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel anxious.
He secretly raised his guard and walked over to the wine drinker. "Excuse me, take me there!"
"Ah? Good, good, good. Guest, this way please. General, this way please! "
The wine drinker came back to his senses and suppressed the urge to kowtow to Yang Fan. He eagerly led him into the restaurant. The waiters and customers who were watching immediately moved to the sides, and uniformly looked at Yang Fan, who was walking slowly, as a salute.
Yang Fan was under a lot of pressure!
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