One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

2.13

　　Lou Fufang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Wei Xiurong's words, but there was no need for him to ask questions, and Wei Xiurong took the initiative to continue speaking.

　　Merchants attach great importance to profits, and the good name and reputation that literati pursue are worthless to them, so they will resort to hoarding grain and raising prices.

　　Are there any kind-hearted and selfless businessmen in this world? Of course there is. They used their savings to help the people affected by the disaster without asking for anything in return; they distributed rice and vegetables and won a good reputation among the crowd - but such people were only a minority after all.

　　As some people say, money will not be stable if the heart is not cruel, if the heart is not black and turns to ashes, and if the heart is too soft, it will always be difficult to keep the money in hand.

　　"What does His Highness the Crown Prince mean?" Still not understanding what Wei Xiurong meant, Lou Fufang couldn't help but frown slightly.

　　If Wei Xiurong meant that they should pay a high enough price to buy the food from those people, then his words would undoubtedly be complete nonsense. It was precisely because the savings in the treasury could not support so many people throughout the winter that he had such a headache. If it could be solved so simply, why should he be so troubled?

　　As if he could see what Lou Fufang was thinking, Wei Xiurong smiled slightly and suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand: "Master Lou, do you think this fan in my hand can be sold for how much silver if I sell it on the street at this time? "

　　Lou Fufang was stunned for a moment when she heard this, obviously not expecting Wei Xiurong to suddenly ask such a question.

　　His eyes stayed on the folding fan in Wei Xiurong's hand for a while, and Lou Fufang's brows wrinkled involuntarily.

　　The folding fan that could be held in Wei Xiurong's hand could not be an ordinary object. The jade fan bone is covered with a fan surface made of fine silk. Curved branches stretch out from the edge, and dots of red plum blossoms bloom on it, making the viewer feel as if they can smell the faint fragrance. The skill of the person who paints.

　　There is no signature on the fan, and it is unknown who painted the painting.

　　Lou Fufang doesn't like these arty things, but he can still see the preciousness of this folding fan. If it were placed at a normal time, it would definitely sell for thousands of taels of silver, but at this time... Lou Fufang didn't speak, but his look already showed his answer.

　　Those who can spend such a large amount of money are either powerful people or wealthy businessmen, and such things that literati like are always not popular with those who are businessmen. As for the rich and powerful -

　　at this moment when the land is devastated, no one who cherishes their reputation will spend such a large amount of money to buy such a meaningless thing to a certain extent, which will only attract criticism from others. It would be fine if it was a private transaction, but Wei Xiurong just said that he was going to the streets to sell, so this possibility was naturally ruled out.

　　"Then what if I add a condition?" After seeing Lou Fufang's thoughts, Wei Xiurong was not annoyed and just said with a smile, "For example... the person who buys this folding fan can meet the current prince. "The previous one?"

　　does not increase the value of the folding fan itself, but only adds an insignificant additional condition - in fact, if Wei Xiurong wanted to sell it himself from the beginning, this condition is just nonsense. . However, Lou Fufang could imagine that after adding this condition, the buyers flocked in and the price of the folding fan doubled several times.

　　"Obviously, for me, it's just something that doesn't require any thought at all." But for those people, it has extraordinary significance.

　　As if he understood something, a flash of realization flashed in Lou Fufang's eyes.

　　If you want those Pixiu guys to spit something out of their mouths, you must add similar conditions.

　　It's important to those businessmen, but it doesn't matter to them...?

　　Something flashed through his mind quickly. Lou Fufang looked at Wei Xiurong and said hesitantly: "What does His Highness the Crown Prince mean?"

　　"Those who lend hundreds of stones on credit will be admitted to a good family." Putting away the folding fan, Wei Xiurong Narrowing his eyes, he said slowly, "Those who lend money on credit to a thousand stones will be admitted to the official status."

　　"Those who lend money to tons of grain will be admitted to the noble status."

　　Although when I heard Wei Xiurong's words just now, I had already guessed what he said. , definitely not too simple, but when hearing what Wei Xiurong said, Lou Fufang couldn't help but feel shocked.

　　At that time, household registration was divided into six levels, namely, noble registration, official registration, good registration, merchant registration, slave registration and humble registration.

　　The first class is from a noble family, that is, the Huang Zong family; the second class is from an official family, that is, someone who enters the court and becomes an official; the third class is from a good family, that is, someone from ordinary people; the fourth class is from a merchant, that is, a person who is a merchant. ; After that, there are servants and actors, which are not worth mentioning. Since ancient times, people with good nationality have entered the dynasty as officials and been included in the official registration. There are also cases where the master has shown mercy and allowed his servants to change their status to good status. However, the remaining ones cannot be changed until death. The hierarchy is so strict that everyone is a slave.

　　Such a concept is so deeply rooted in people's hearts that after Lou Fufang listened to Wei Xiurong's words, he blurted out his objection: "Isn't this..." "Isn't feasible?" Interrupting Lou Fufang's words directly, Wei Xiu Rong sneered, "Still don't want to do it?"

　　"Which is more important, the lives of the people in this world, or this meaningless etiquette that divides people into three, six or nine grades?"

　　Lou Fufang opened his mouth, but didn't Can make a little noise.

　　If there were reasons to refute, he could find a lot of them. Can the rules handed down from our ancestors be changed if we want to? No one can be sure of the consequences of such a major event. What will those who consider themselves superior to others do after learning about this matter? This matter is simple to say, but what is touched upon is the fundamental interests of the upper class.

　　But - besides this, is there any other better way?

　　The remaining money and food in the treasury will definitely not be able to sustain all the people through this winter - not to mention all, even 10/20 will be extremely difficult. If he couldn't think of another way, in the end, he would have to choose to give up some people, but this was exactly what he tried every means to avoid.

　　But those squires and dignitaries are still pounding the wall and living in a state of intoxication. Since they never cared about the survival of the people, why should he care about their thoughts? He was responsible for everything. He really didn't believe that those guys who only knew how to talk and talk had the courage to be charged with delaying disaster relief.

　　——You have wanted to do this for a long time.

　　Lou Fufang heard a calm voice coming from her heart.

　　Weaken the power of certain classes and spend all the money they spend on entertainment on the heads of the people, so that people all over the world can live a better life. And this famine is exactly such an opportunity.

　　Even if it is called an emergency, once a precedent is set, certain things will no longer be as stable as before.

　　Kill two birds with one stone.

　　I don't know if he saw Lou Fufang's thoughts, but Wei Xiurong smiled softly: "I have already told you the method. As for whether to use it and how to use it, it all depends on Mr. Lou's own will."

　　Lou Fufang Hearing this, he glanced at him with some doubts in his eyes: "Why does Your Highness..." want to help him?

　　Although this matter is very likely to affect the interests of some people, there is no doubt that as long as Lou Fufang successfully resolves this crisis, he will definitely receive grand praise. As the crown prince, if Wei Xiurong can achieve this feat, the benefits will naturally be numerous. But judging from the meaning of his words, he was not prepared to do this himself, but gave this opportunity to Lou Fufang.

　　It would make sense to say that Lou Fufang was a subordinate of Wei Xiurong, but the fact was that not only was he not a subordinate of Wei Xiurong, but he also had friction with him because of previous incidents. The relationship between the two could not really be called friendly.

　　Wei Xiurong naturally understood Lou Fufang's unfinished intention. He glanced at Lou Fufang, slightly curved his lips, and said with deep meaning: "Because only if you get what you want, can I get what I want."

　　I want it." After saying that, he ignored Lou Fufang's dazed look and smiled at Ta, "Since Mr. Lou has made up his mind, I won't bother you anymore, just stop." Wei Xiurong left with a smile, and the stunned expression on Lou Fufang's face slowly faded, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

　　There's something weird about it.

　　As he said before, no matter from which angle you looked at it, Wei Xiurong had absolutely no reason to help him. No matter how natural Wei Xiurong acted, he couldn't hide the weirdness in it.

　　Whim? Lou Fufang couldn't help but laugh.

　　After all, Wei Xiurong is not Wei Chengze. Although he is equally sharp in mind, he still lacks Wei Chengze's spontaneity and wantonness.

　　What's more, the method Wei Xiurong just mentioned was not from Wei Xiurong's hand.

　　People are born different. If you are born a slave, you will remain a slave all your life. If your ancestors have a lowly status, your descendants will also have a lowly status and cannot change it. This is just like the sun rising in the east every day. It is something that everyone has become accustomed to, and there is nothing that can be questioned. Even Lou Fufang, while searching for a solution, had never set his sights on this. It's not that he is pedantic, it's because this rule is as natural as breathing. If someone hadn't pointed it out specifically, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

　　It's not just Lou Fufang, but everyone else. No one would pay attention to this rule, and no one would think of using it as a means of disaster relief-except for someone who has never taken these things seriously.

　　This meaningless etiquette divides people into three, six or nine grades? Thinking of what Wei Xiurong said just now, Lou Fufang couldn't help but smile.

　　How could a person who had grown up in the palace since childhood, was superior to others, loved by others, and had never experienced any hardships or hardships, how could he say such a thing? It's just paraphrasing what others said. Lou Fufang had only heard words like this from one person.

　　--It's pretty obvious, isn't it?

　　If Lou Fufang was just suspicious at first, then what Wei Xiurong said before leaving confirmed his thoughts.

　　Wei Chengze is in the hands of Wei Xiurong.

　　Although I don't know what Wei Xiurong's purpose was, there is no doubt that it was Wei Xiurong who killed the guards around Wei Chengze and kidnapped him that day.

　　In this way, Wei Xiurong's strange behavior before can be explained.

　　Because we knew from the beginning that Wei Chengze, who was "seriously ill in bed" in the palace, did not exist, that's why Wei Xiurong had such a meaningless attitude, and then stayed behind closed doors, presumably for the sake of peace and prosperity. their hearts.

　　But...why?

　　For the throne? ——This idea was rejected by Lou Fufang as soon as it came up.

　　Wei Chengze did not show any intention of establishing another prince, and Wei Xiurong did not need to take the risk. What's more, if you really want to usurp the throne, taking people away quietly like this is obviously not the best way. Wei Chengze's health was not good, so wouldn't it be the most effective way to let him "die" without realizing it? In that case, the throne will naturally fall on Wei Xiurong, instead of hiding him in an unknown place like now, and even going to his house specifically to please him. , tell him how to deal with the problem at hand.

　　Thinking of this, even Lou Fufang couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in her heart. He couldn't imagine what purpose Wei Xiurong had to do such a thing.

　　Obviously, Wei Xiurong did not harm Wei Chengze's life - this is naturally good news for him. Now that he knows the person who did this, what Lou Fufang needs to do next , which is to secretly find out where Wei Chengze is and then rescue him.

　　——But before that, he needed to perfect the method that Wei Xiurong just mentioned.

　　Even under Wei Xiurong's imprisonment, Wei Chengze had to find ways to pass on the solution to him. How could he live up to his expectations?

　　I just don't know what price Wei Chengze paid to achieve this. If you want someone who kidnapped you to pass a message on your behalf, the price you have to pay is definitely not small.

　　Her breathing stagnated slightly, Lou Fufang reached out and pressed her aching chest, and stopped thinking about it.

　　Since Wei Xiurong is willing to pass the message on behalf of Wei Chengze, it at least shows that Wei Xiurong does not have much ill will towards Wei Chengze, and Wei Chengze's life will not be in danger in a short time. So...just take it slow a little longer.

　　Taking a deep breath and suppressing the turbulent emotions in her chest, Lou Fufang walked out of the mansion, hailed a carriage and drove towards the palace.

　　"He won't tell others about this." Wei Chengze stretched out his hand out of the window and let the snowflakes fall on his palm. In an instant, they melted into crystal water droplets, which were round and translucent. The chain on his wrist melted due to his movement. Making a crisp sound, "He will only think about waiting for the disaster relief matters to be taken care of, and then put all his energy on this."

　　Compared with all the people in the world, rescuing a person whose life is not in danger in a short period of time, Naturally, such a not-so-urgent matter cannot be ranked first.

　　"He is a gentleman who cares about all sentient beings." Wei Chengze said as if he was sighing, his lips slightly curved.

　　A thin and slender figure stood in front of the window, her long dark hair hanging unfettered down to her ankles. His eyebrows were light and his smile was pure. Standing by the window with falling snow, he looked like an immortal who had accidentally descended into the mortal world.

　　5438 stared at Wei Chengze for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Host, you really hope that Lou Fufang will come to save you, right?"

　　This question just blurted out without even thinking about it.

　　Wei Chengze has no tricks to play with people's hearts, and his grasp of people's hearts is terrifying. Every move and every thought of the other party is included in his calculations. Like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, everything is just the intention of the person holding the threads.

　　But precisely because of this, Wei Chengze is even more looking forward to "accidents". An accident that happened for him beyond his expectation.

　　Withdrawing his hand and letting the clear water made of melted snowflakes slide down his fingertips, Wei Chengze turned his head slightly, as if looking at someone, his eyes were shining with a bit of charm: "You hope Should I answer yes or no?"

　　5438 couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words, and suddenly realized that he had asked a stupid question. He laughed twice and changed the subject in an extremely stiff manner: "Speaking of the host, I thought you were just talking about imprisonment, but it turned out that Really?" As he spoke, he glanced at the chain on Wei Chengze's wrist, trying to look "a little surprised, but actually not that surprised."

　　...Okay, actually 5438 was really scared at the time.

　　Originally, he thought that the "imprisonment" mentioned by Wei Chengze was just a rhetoric. After all, as long as Wei Chengze disappeared, what he had experienced was just a matter of lip service. He had never thought about Wei Chengze at all. It will really...ahem.

　　"I am yours." Wei Xiurong removed all the weapons on his body and tied chains on his wrists and ankles. Wei Chengze raised his head and kissed him on the corner of his lips, "You can do whatever you want to me. Okay."

　　5438 wouldn't say that. At that moment, he was extremely resentful that he didn't have a screenshot function, so he collected this picture as a game CG and saved it for licking the screen later... No, he didn't say anything!

　　Silently wiping away the non-existent nosebleed, 5438 looked at Wei Chengze with a serious(?) face, waiting for his answer.

　　"When it comes to acting, you have to do the whole thing." Wei Chengze chuckled, his eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and somehow they had a hint of innocence, "And..." He raised his wrist After shaking it, the chains made a crisp sound when they hit each other, "Don't you think it looks pretty?"

　　5438: ...

　　Although I think there are a lot of flaws in this statement, 5438 has to admit that what Wei Chengze said... ...So damn right!

　　A delicate and beautiful person like a fairy, with white and slender wrists, and the slender black chain on it - throwing out the things like prison play, small black room, forced love and so on that appeared in an instant, 5438 I think he should read less pornographic articles.

　　"Don't you like the gift I gave to your father?" His wrist was held, and a warm body pressed up from behind. The familiar breath enveloped him. Wei Chengze's eyebrows were raised, and his eyes flashed. A little unhappy.

　　"Why is he taller than me?" Wei Chengze complained to 5438 dissatisfiedly, his tone was like a child who had been robbed of candy.

　　It was clear that four years ago, this guy was half a head shorter than him, so how could he be fully embraced now?

　　5438: ...

　　He really has nothing to say about this natural growth.

　　Keenly aware of Wei Chengze's emotions, Wei Xiurong lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on the top of Wei Chengze's hair: "Father, aren't you happy?"

　　Wei Chengze was stunned, as if he didn't think of Wei Xiurong. will notice this. He was silent for a while, then gently shook his head: "No." After a pause, he asked again, "Have you been to Lou Fufang's place?"

　　Hearing Wei Chengze's words, Wei Xiurong couldn't help but chuckle. He sighed softly: "My father's greatest concern will always be Mr. Lou." As he spoke, he rubbed the crook of Wei Chengze's neck like a baby, and his warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin on the side of his neck. on the skin, making Wei Chengze shrink his neck involuntarily.

　　"Lou Fufang should have known that my father is here by now." He slurped a bright red mark on the soft skin, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the mark of his own teeth soothingly, Wei Xiurong's His voice couldn't help but become a little lower, "Since I've done what Father asked me to do, shouldn't Father also give me some benefits?"

　　The skin on the side of the neck was soft and sensitive, and it was licked and nibbled by Wei Xiurong. Between the bites, waves of numbness spread quickly throughout the body. Wei Chengze raised his head impatiently, and his breathing quickened slightly.

　　The fingers holding Wei Xiurong's wrist were a little weak. After a while, Wei Chengze gasped and said, "I told you, whatever you want to do to me...ha...you can do it."

　　After hearing this, Wei Chengze If so, Wei Xiurong's movements stopped. He raised his head and looked at Wei Chengze's slightly flushed face. The gaze in his eyes couldn't help but become darker, and the hand on Wei Chengze's waist was a little harder.

　　Wei Chengze and Wei Xiurong looked at each other for a while, then suddenly smiled softly. He turned around and wrapped his hands around Wei Xiurong's neck: "If you care about the ethics of the world, then let me tell you something. Okay?" He stood on tiptoe and moved closer to Wei Xiurong, "You are not my flesh and blood. I have never touched those women in the harem, including your mother and concubine..." The last few The word disappeared between the lips and teeth of the two people.

　　Wei Xiurong's mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't even tell whether he was more shocked, more happy, or more disappointed at this moment.

　　What she has believed for nearly twenty years is just a lie, and the person in front of her actually has nothing to do with her - something seems to be sinking in her chest, Wei Xiurong holds Wei Chengze's hand harder and harder, He closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, they were filled with suppressed madness.