Yan Jinqiu woke up groggy. He didn't know if he slept for too long or because of illness. He felt a little blurry in front of him, and he came back to his senses when he heard a sound next to him.
"Is it any better?"
There was a warm hand on his forehead. He blinked and saw Hua Xiwan leaned down and touched his forehead with the corner of her lips.
"The body temperature has dropped," Hua Xiwan sat up straight, "you slept for several hours, get up and eat something."
The maid standing behind her winked and handed over the blue and white bowl with a white background. Hua Xiwan held the bowl with her injured left hand, and took a sip of the spoon in her right hand. In front of Jinqiu: "Come, have a taste, this is the vegetable porridge specially made by the kitchen for you. After you are healed, they will prepare something delicious for you. Now you can only aggrieve your stomach first."
Mu Tong supported Yan Jinqiu and sat against the head of the bed. Seeing that the concubine treated the prince with a tone of coaxing a child, he carefully glanced at the prince. Seeing that there was no trace of annoyance on his face, he bowed and stepped aside.
Yan Jinqiu glanced at the porridge in the spoon and said that it was green vegetable porridge, but it was really simple green vegetable porridge. The finely chopped green vegetables were wrapped around the crystal grains of rice, exuding a faint fragrance. He only felt that his appetite was widened, and he swallowed the spoonful of porridge with his mouth open.
Seeing Yan Jinqiu eating, Hua Xiwan picked a very finely sliced sour radish with chopsticks from the plate next to it, and handed it to Yan Jinqiu's mouth with a smile: "Come, try this."
"What is this?" Yan Jinqiu looked at the chopsticks in confusion.
"This is pickled radish. The workmanship is not too complicated. When the vegetables are the most numerous every year, the common people will soak them in the homemade salt water. When the vegetables are few, they will use this thing to serve with rice," Hua Xi said. Wan thought for a while, and added, "When you eat too much greasy food, this food is very suitable for appetizers."
Hearing that many ordinary people eat this, although Yan Jinqiu doubted the taste of this thing, he still put it in his mouth. The taste is a little sour and a little salty, so I can't say whether it is delicious or not, but because of the salty taste, it is indeed suitable for rice.
Hua Xiwan didn't tell Yan Jinqiu that the pickle he ate went through multiple processes, and a lot of seasonings were added to the salt water of the pickle. The kind made by ordinary people at home is not so particular.
"It's okay to try this kind of thing occasionally, if you eat it often, it won't affect your body?" Yan Jinqiu finished eating the porridge with kimchi, and after rinsing his mouth, he wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "There is a cloud in the medical books, such marinades Too much food can easily hurt the body.”
"Of course it's not good if you eat this all the time," Hua Xiwan wiped his hands with a hot towel with one hand, "Most ordinary people will try their best to make their lives better, otherwise why would there be so many novelties among the people? The food appears?"
"The real people with great wisdom are often in the folk," Yan Jinqiu sighed, "but even so, it would be better if they had more fresh fruits and vegetables to eat." However, ordinary people have to rely on the sky for food, and the weather is good. If they encounter a disaster year, life will be very difficult.
"Rest for a while," Hua Xiwan pressed his shoulder and asked him to lie back on the quilt, "I can't take a bath today, I can only wait until you are healed, you know?"
Yan Jinqiu showed only one head in the quilt and nodded obediently.
Very satisfied with his cooperation, Hua Xiwan nodded, "Go to sleep, I'll be by your side."
A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Jinqiu's mouth, and he actually closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Maybe it was because someone was willing to accompany him sincerely, or maybe it was because he was sick and weak. He slept well this time, and so on. When he woke up, it was the next morning.
He sat up from the bed and saw that there was a thick cushion on the soft couch next to him, Hua Xiwan was lying on it, her hair was pouring down, the tips of her hair had fallen to the ground, and the room was quiet.
Putting on his coat, he walked to the window, pushed open the window, and found that it was still foggy outside, vaguely like a fairyland.
"Are you awake?" Hua Xiwan woke up rubbing her eyes and saw the scenery outside the window, "What a big fog."
The maids waiting outside heard the movement in the house, and after asking for peace, they filed in with the things for washing. After the two washed up, they changed into clean clothes. Hua Xiwan saw that Yan Jinqiu had recovered his usual spirit. He yawned and said, "You are obviously sick, but it looks like I'm sick."
Yesterday afternoon, the three people in the palace sent tonics to the palace, and the posture almost made her think that Yan Jinqiu was not a small cold, but a serious illness.
Yan Jinqiu saw Hua Xiwan's frown with a tired look, and knew that she had not rested enough to take care of herself, so he said, "Wait for a while after breakfast."
"Well," Hua Xiwan nodded, thinking it was a good idea.
Because Yan Jinqiu had recovered, his breakfast finally turned into lean meat porridge, and he also had a few side dishes. Just after eating, he heard shocking news that Hua Xiwan wanted to make up for her sleep. also shattered.
"Prince, princess, Duanhe princess mansion was crying loudly this morning, and the concubine is gone." Seeing Hua Xiwan's face, Mu Tong said, "I heard that it disappeared after the second watch last night."
Compared with Princess Duanhe's publicity in the capital, this Duanhe concubine is much more low-key. Usually, no matter what is going on in the capital, this concubine doesn't like to join in the fun. Because Princess Duanhe kept a lot of handsome servants in the princess' mansion, and some people even mocked the concubine for wearing a cuckold behind his back, but he didn't see any reaction from the concubine, and he still lived a leisurely life. Such a kind-hearted person suddenly disappeared, who would believe it if he said it
"It's been really rough these days." Hua Xiwan frowned. After she and Yan Jinqiu got married, a lot of things happened in the capital. It seems that since the murder of Mr. Zhang's son, there have been frequent occurrences in the capital. In the case of Taiping, even the prince lost his life in this succession struggle, and I don't know how many people are caught in this battle for the throne.
Yan Jinqiu reached out and shook her hand gently: "Don't be afraid."
Hua Xiwan smiled at him, and then said: "In the future, when you go out, remember to bring more guards. Anyway, you are a prince now, so bringing more guards by your side won't break the rules."
"Okay." Yan Jinqiu replied with a smile, "The situation is unclear now. I will go to the princess' residence. Your arm is seriously injured, so you don't need to show up for the time being."
It is necessary to do a full set of acting, not to mention that Hua Xiwan's arm injury is really serious, and he is reluctant to let her go to the princess' mansion.
Hua Xiwan also understood Yan Jinqiu's thoughts and agreed. Half an hour later, when she was just lying back on the bed, she heard someone report that it was Dali Temple Shaoqing Zhang Hou and the Punisher Hu Shilang asking to see her.
She had to get up from the bed and put on makeup, and while the purple shirt was wrapping her hair, she asked with some doubts: "Isn't this Zhang Shaoqing because he aroused the emperor's anger, why is he still serving as Shaoqing in Dali Temple?"
"The slaves don't know either," Zishan frowned. "The slaves heard Eunuch Mu say that because many people outside praised Zhang Shaoqing for being selfless and not afraid of power. The emperor saw his character, so he continued to use it."
Emperor Qilong just didn't want to leave a stupid reputation. Although he praised Zhang Hou on the face, he didn't know what he hated this person in his heart. Many people in the aristocratic family know the emperor's thoughts, and this method can only be used by scholars who don't understand politics.
Zhang Hou sat in the side hall of the front hall of the palace, took the tea served by the servants, and observed the decorations in the side hall by drinking tea, only to feel a gentle and elegant air blowing towards his face, which made him feel at a glance. , the master of this mansion is very elegant.
"Zhang Shaoqing, please wait a moment, the princess will arrive later." A eunuch in a blue robe said very politely, "I have kept you waiting for a long time."
"Where, I'm bothering you," Zhang Hou smiled politely at the eunuch. Although he didn't know the eunuch, it could be seen from the fabric on the other party's body that the eunuch was at least a steward in the palace.
The head of the Dali Temple, who came with him, sat cautiously, glanced carefully at the door from time to time, but secretly complained in his heart. In the recent period of time, the capital did not know what evil spirits had hit the capital. The people in Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment have not lived a peaceful life all day long.
Hu Shilang of the Ministry of Punishment was also in charge of the assassination of Princess Xian. He knew very well in his heart that there would only be one result in this case, and that was to find a scapegoat. In fact, when this assassination incident came out, everyone knew that it had something to do with the competition for the storage seat, but no one could say that, and they didn't dare to investigate randomly.
But no matter what the result is, the process to go still has to go. This shows that the princess has been injured for four or five days, and she should be able to see foreign guests.
"My lords, the princess is here." The blue-robed eunuch walked back soon after, and after reporting these words, he bowed his head and stood beside him.
Everyone here stood up in unison, and not long after they saw Princess Xian in a plain green bamboo dress that dragged the floor, they hurriedly cupped their hands and said, "Xiaguan has seen Princess Xian."
"I've made you all wait for a long time, please forgive me," Hua Xiwan sat down with Zishan's hand on top of her head. Seeing that these people were still standing, she said, "Please sit down."
The master of Dali Temple has only heard of Princess Xian's beauty, but she has never seen it before. When she sees her true face today, she can't think of any adjectives. She only thinks that King Xian can marry such a stunning beauty, which is really a blessing.
"I don't know what the adults are here for today?" Hua Xiwan asked her servants to change new tea for these people, and said with a smile, "If you can help, we will try our best to cooperate with you."
Zhang Hou saw that Princess Xian was pale and the arm of his left hand was unnaturally bent. Knowing that her serious injury was not healed, he stood up and cupped his hands and said: "It is really helpless to disturb the princess' recuperation today. But in order to try to find out the assassin's instigation, Please also ask the princess to tell me what happened in detail."
"So that's the case," Hua Xiwan said with a stunned look, and forced a smile, "Everyone is running around for this matter, and it is right for me as a client to talk about what happened."
Although everyone present saw Princess Xian with a smile on their faces, they may have remembered the events of that day, and there was still some undisguised horror in their eyes.
Hu Shilang sighed, pitiful that Princess Xian was such a weak woman who was so frightened. It took several days to remember that it would still be like this that day, showing how dangerous the situation was at that time.