PDLP Chapter 294 Some chapters are better kept in the heart.
Chapter 294 Some chapters are better kept in the heart.
Lin Chang'er noticed his unusual expression and his silence, and her heart skipped a beat.
In this era of strict class distinctions, the common people had absolutely no idea about, let alone any understanding of, the lives of the upper-class elites.
Although she had tried her best to be tactful, she still carried the idea of equality for all people from later generations and did not feel that it was inappropriate.
Looking at it now, it really is...
However, even if he had suspicions, it wouldn't matter; even if he wanted to investigate, there was no way to do so.
Don't scholars disbelieve in supernatural and superstitious tales? Otherworldly spirits? They wouldn't even consider them, let alone believe in them.
As long as she doesn't admit it, she is Lin Chang'er of this era.
Lin Chang'er hummed in response, then casually asked, "Is this question difficult?"
Seeing that her expression was normal and there was nothing unusual, Wu Qingfeng felt inexplicably relieved.
He then shook his head, "It's not difficult."
Lin Chang'er breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze remaining fixed on him.
Wu Qingfeng added, "Yes, I left the person with my aunt when I left Beijing."
Lin Chang'er exclaimed "Huh?" It wasn't her mother, but her aunt?
Wu Qingfeng seemed to see her confusion and took the initiative to explain: "I don't think I've told you before that my uncle is Liang Jinghong, the Prince of Zhenbei, and although my aunt is the Princess Consort of Zhenbei, the current emperor is wary of the military power in the hands of the Prince of Zhenbei. In fact, my aunt is a hostage held in the capital to restrain my uncle."
Lin Chang'er nodded. This identity was indeed delicate, even with a hostage in hand.
But as long as the Prince of Zhenbei holds a large army, he cannot feel at ease for even a day.
Not daring to openly take it back, they could only target the Princess Consort of Zhenbei.
If the Princess Consort of Zhenbei were to be assassinated, would the Prince of Zhenbei return to the capital or not?
He is not to enter the capital without being summoned; to return would be tantamount to treason. With a single order from the Emperor, the Prince of Zhenbei would face a life-or-death situation.
Such matters don't require the present person to do them personally. With just a glance or a hint, there are plenty of scheming and opportunistic people below to handle them.
In this way, even if the Prince of Zhenbei were to become enraged in the future, the current ruler could simply push his subordinates out and remain an innocent white lotus flower.
Therefore, the saying "serving a ruler is like serving a tiger" is exactly this principle.
Lin Chang'er felt it was pointless. Could such a heartless and ungrateful person really be worthy of men from all over the world sacrificing their lives for?
Something was sprouting wildly in her heart, but she held back because such remarks would be too shocking to utter.
He only said tactfully, "Only when the Prince of Zhenbei guards the northern passes can the interior be peaceful and the people live in peace and prosperity. The Princess Consort of Zhenbei... um..." should not be treated like this.
But before he could finish speaking, Wu Qingfeng covered his mouth.
Lin Chang'er: "?"
He said in a gentle tone, "Some things are better left unsaid."
Lin Chang'er pressed his hand down, "If there's injustice, someone will intervene; if the road is uneven, someone will smooth it. I know you have your own thoughts and difficulties, but..."
She paused, then continued slowly, "Wu Qingfeng, besides the young master and princess of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, you are also the person your aunt is closest to."
"If even you don't dare to speak out against the unfair treatment they receive, what about the rest of the world?"
"Today's Prince Zhenbei and his wife, tomorrow's you and me."
He smiled at him and said, "Of course, if things really come to that, I will never allow you to return to the capital as a hostage."
Wu Qingfeng suddenly smiled, "If I had to choose between you and me, I would gladly accept the choice."
Lin Chang'er tapped him on the head. "Fool, if the emperor treats his virtuous ministers harshly, it must be because treacherous ministers have offered slanderous words to deceive the public."
"We are both loyal to the emperor, why don't we take up our swords to slay the treacherous officials and restore peace to the world?"
Wu Qingfeng's smile froze. Her few words had stirred up a storm in his heart.
He simply couldn't imagine that, at a time when everyone in the world said that if the ruler wanted his subject to die, the subject had no choice but to die, she could utter such words.
And this seemingly joking remark is, in fact, a good solution to break the deadlock.
Wu Qingfeng's heart pounded, and he even felt a surge of excitement. If it weren't for the fact that this place was thousands of miles away from the northern border, he would have ridden his horse to tell his uncle about this brilliant plan.
However, he said, "But how do we identify this treacherous minister?" This is not like a coup or rebellion, which are overt, but covert. The person chosen is crucial.
Lin Chang'er casually said, "In the imperial court, those political enemies who only care about power and have nothing to do with people's livelihood, those scheming and opportunistic people who hold positions without doing their jobs, aren't they all doing their duty to rid the people of harm when they point their swords at them?"
Wu Qingfeng looked at her, suddenly grinned, pulled her into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Master Lin's insights are unique, and I have benefited greatly from them."
Lin Chang'er chuckled to herself, thinking to herself that this person, who usually appears aloof and cold, is actually quite capable.
They weren't particularly insightful, but couldn't they have thought of purging the court of corrupt officials?
They are simply bound by the core ideology of blind loyalty to the emperor and patriotism that they have been taught since childhood.
But she was different; she came from the future and was raised with the idea that everyone is equal.
When a power holder has a conflict with a family member, the family member will naturally be chosen.
In particular, when those in power are incompetent and obsessed with consolidating their power, they disregard the livelihoods of the people.
In times that are necessary, instead of patching up the holes created by those in power, wouldn't it be better to replace them with a wise ruler?
Perhaps her words tonight touched a rebellious nerve deep within Wu Qingfeng's heart, for the man, who was not usually talkative, seemed to have opened a floodgate of words.
The two chatted for nearly two hours. It was the first time Lin Chang'er had realized that he was quite talkative. Eventually, she became so sleepy that her eyelids started to droop, and the two of them finally went to rest.
The next day, Lin Chang'er naturally woke up late.
When she changed her clothes and opened the door, she saw that the edge of the sandy field in the yard was neatly filled with little radish heads sitting.
As soon as she appeared, the little ones jumped for joy.
They surged towards her along with the little goldfish.
“Mother, we’re all ready. My aunt has warmed up some tofu pudding for you, the pancakes are in the pot, and we’ve also prepared the water for you to wash your face. My sister and I have also helped you make it.”
"Uncle Liu has also harnessed the horse-drawn carriage."
"Mother, go wash up and eat first. Tell me if there's anything else you need to prepare."
Looking at the expectant eyes on the faces of the group of children, Lin Chang'er scratched her head. Didn't they know that the matter had been resolved last night?
What's the deal with telling them the truth as if it's a crime?
At this moment, Gu Xiaoman squinted and raised her chubby little face, "Auntie, my dad said that when you're out and about, you shouldn't flaunt your wealth. Look, I found the shoes that had a hole in them before and put them on, and the same goes for my pants, they've been patched here!"
Lin Chang'er looked down and saw that he was wearing small shoes today, with his big toe sticking out, and his clothes and pants were patched.
Perhaps to fit the occasion, he even seemed to roll around on the ground once.
Don't ask her how she knows, because the color of the fresh mud and grass clippings on Gu Xiaoman's clothes is exactly the same as the wet mud and grass in the corner of the yard. The marks on the ground where they were trampled haven't even faded yet.
Lin Chang'er: "..."