The disaster was imminent, and now that the candidates had been finalized, Song Pian ordered Deng Bo to leave immediately the next day.
The King of Chu played a good plan, and the money and grain were taken away as army salaries. One was to save strength for the rebellion, and the other was to make the victims resent the court.
Therefore, along with Deng Bo, there were also hundreds of thousands of snowflake silver, which were used to buy food for disaster relief nearby.
The next day, Yang Zhiming, the minister of households, cried and cried with a sad face, and the problem of the empty treasury was put before Song Piangao again.
"Prince, the disaster relief silver taels have gone through two or three waves, and the national treasury has been depleted until the end of spring. Taxes from various places can only be put into the treasury in early summer, and it is only less than one million taels."
"If something happens again, Da Li won't even be able to get the money for the disaster relief." Yang Zhiming was so worried.
This mess.
Song Pian pressed her forehead and recalled the plot carefully.
Officials in Dali have the habit of borrowing money and making IOUs from the treasury, especially high-ranking officials and princes.
"Have you paid back the debts you borrowed from the Ministry of Households?"
Yang Zhiming murmured: "Not at all."
"Recovering the debt from the treasury can solve the urgent need." Song Pian looked up at him and said slowly, "What does Shang Shu think?"
"..." Yang Zhiming thought about the three thousand silver taels he still owed to the treasury, opened his mouth, and almost failed to speak.
He boldly raised his head and glanced at the prince, but saw that the prince was resting his gaze on himself, his usual gentle and steady expression, but at this time it was like a heavy mountain, heavy and depressed, and immediately bent his back a little bit:
"Chen... I thought it was time to check the accounts."
"Well, when the court meeting, bring the IOU account book with you, and choose someone to clear the account."
Song Piantao's voice was light, and her majesty was like water toward the courtiers, making people involuntarily follow her request.
Yang Zhiming was subconsciously tense:
"Yes."
The matter of Dali is frustrating to talk about, but it always needs to be dealt with little by little. Song Piantao was immersed in the treatment in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The officials were all sitting in the pantry, waiting to be summoned. In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, officials kept coming in and out.
In terms of her inexperience, 09 is responsible for making up for it and arranging various affairs properly. Other officials only felt that the prince not only looked better and better recently, but also handled things neatly and decisively. Everyone was energized and not so slack.
As for Xu Jing and Zuo et al, who knew Song Piangan's identity, their eyes were about to pop out, and they looked at Song Piangan unconsciously from time to time.
This is the princess who only acts like a spoiled child...
Song Pian couldn't help it, and in the gap, pretended to be sentimental and said:
"As soon as Ben Gong sat in front of this case and picked up the memorial, for some reason, I thought of the emperor's brother."
Zuo Xiang's old tears came down immediately: "Your Highness, this is the heart of the dragon and the phoenix! The prince's ambition will definitely be carried out by the princess."
Seeing that the doubts of the two loyal ministers dissipated and turned to sentimental, Song Pian smiled softly:
"hope so."
"how?"
The door of the hall was pushed open, and a figure stepped outside the hall, but it was not the servant of the Ministry, but Feng Yuexian.
Feng Yue was wearing a green bamboo wide-sleeved long gown with Bixia cloud pattern, and a silver ruyi embroidered belt lingered around her waist.
She combed her bun, and only wore a gold-encrusted jade step and moth gold ornaments between her temples.
Song Piangan and Feng Yuexian had been together for several days, and even she was amazed when she met the courtier for a long time and suddenly saw Feng Yuexian's color, let alone other people.
During the silence, Feng Yuexian's voice was slightly cold, like a cool breeze blowing through the mountains:
"Why is the prince so troubled?"
The minister of officials waiting outside didn't dare to look at Feng Yuexian at all, and there were a few people moving behind the Linghua window of the tea room.
"Is it the princess?"
"Who else could it be?"
"Come to send the body-boosting soup? The prince concubine blames the prince for his heart." The King of Chu's faction had a deep meaning and whispered to his colleagues.
Feng Yuexian's question was faintly heard from the crack of the door of the hall, followed by Zuo Xiang's rebuke.
The two factions are at odds no matter what.
The other person smiled knowingly, consciously seeing through the secrets of other people's young couples:
"It's just that I don't worry, so I came to see it."
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Zuo Xiang continued: "... If you don't behave politely when you meet the prince, what is the etiquette!"
Feng Yuexian hadn't spoken yet, Song Piantao knew the reason not to offend the partner, and smiled lightly:
"There are only a few of us in the hall, so you don't need to spend those etiquettes."
Zuo Xiang blew his beard and was about to say more.
Song Pian said casually: "Otherwise, you still have to salute your grandson's daughter-in-law? You don't have to do this in your own family."
"..." Zuo Xiangyan calmed down, picked up the tea bowl, and sipped it nonchalantly.
Song Piangan then asked Feng Yuexian:
"Why are you looking for me?"
Song Pian was sitting in front of the table, with a straight waist and a straight spine, a graceful demeanor, wearing a black uniform, his skin was whiter than snow, and his smile was particularly hot.
Feng Yuexian didn't know if she was bewildered by her demeanor, or if the two very close words "grandson-in-law" and "own family" made her heart skip a beat.
I always feel a little inexplicable restlessness, as if being gently scratched by a soft cat's paw.
Her eyes flowed, and she gestured behind her, her tone as calm as possible:
"It's just that I'm afraid that you will be tired and faint again, so I'll send you some meals."
Yinxue was holding a black lacquer plate with golden auspicious cloud patterns in her hand, and sitting on top of it was a short, plump soup cup. Seeing the master's gesture, she sent the soup cup to the table and put it down.
With a dexterous mouth, she added an explanation for the master:
"Prince Princess let the small kitchen simmer for a whole morning the herbal black chicken, which nourishes yin and moistens dryness, and nourishes qi and blood."
"Trouble." Song Pian smiled.
Turning to look at the hourglass, he said to Zuo Xiang:
"I was negligent. It turned out to be Youshi. Your kneecap is not good, and the hall is cool, can you stand it?"
Zuo Xiang's officialdom has been mixed for most of his life, and he doesn't know what his grandson means.
He sighed and said:
"My minister retire."
"Xu Jing, you personally send the left minister."
After Zuo Xiang stood up, he glanced at Feng Yuexian. He didn't know that Feng Yuexian had already learned about the prince's true body, so he could not help but have some worries on his face.
When those people saw through the rhombus window and saw that the Crown Princess had entered, Zuo Xiang frowned and came out, even more convinced of the discord between the two factions.
After Zuo Xiang left, Song Pian said:
"Is there a problem?"
Feng Yuexian just chose a seat at the bottom and sat down. Hearing the words, he sneered slightly:
"There must be something to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"
"Naturally not." Song Piantao denied immediately, with a helpless tone.
Hearing what Feng Yuexian meant, did she become suspicious again
"Why not?"
Xue Qing scooped half a bowl out of the steaming white porcelain soup cup with wink and handed it to Song Pian.
In order to dispel Feng Yuexian's suspicions, Song Pian was indeed a little hungry, so she took two or three spoonfuls and said:
"It tastes good."
Feng Yuexian then stopped.
She looked at the little princess obediently drinking the soup, and finally brought some comfort between her eyebrows.
"There are so many things to be busy with?" she said casually, "I just came in, and there are many courtiers in the pantry."
"It's been a busy two or three days."
For two or three days in a row, I was in a hurry. Yesterday, I went straight to rest in the Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and didn't go back.
"I can't, there are too many official duties in front of me, and the books are all overwhelmed." Song Pian swallowed the fragrant chicken soup and sighed softly.
Why not let Zhongshu Province come
Feng Yuexian thought about this question over and over, and she found the answer herself—
With Li Zi around, Song Piangan wouldn't dare to let go of it easily. She thought that there were a lot of things happening and many people had to see it with her own eyes to be relieved.
She looked at Song Piantao, her shoulders were slender and thin, how could she withstand the heavy pressure of Dali, even a man like Song Yu—
"The princess is still the most important thing."
She blurted out, and when she realized it, she picked up the tea bowl to block her expression, and said leisurely:
"Don't get tired, otherwise, Dali will no longer be able to stand up."
It was the first time that Feng Yuexian cared about her, and Song Pian was surprised. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she realized that she was indeed Dali's loyal minister.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Song Pian lightly smiled.
The fast crossing will definitely give her time to complete the task.
Feng Yuexian looked at her smile and gently closed her eyes.
She found a conversation and said, "On Deng Bo's side, you can rest assured."
Then, she heard Song Pian's warm voice: "I am relieved to have you looking after me."
Song Piangan... It's also very nice to speak.
Feng Yuexian, who was like a big cat, was groomed and ironed all over his body, as if he was basking in the sun, so comfortable that his bones were lazy.
Roasted by the sun, she remembered with difficulty:
"Concubine Xian invited me to talk to her in her palace tomorrow."
Song Piantao paused and left a small round ink dot:
"She can't sit still?"
Feng Yuexian sneered lightly, a sharp look flashed in his eyes:
"Deng Bo has gone to Sishui, and Concubine Xian naturally has to worry."
Song Pian said with a smile: "Then I will work hard and comfort the concubine Xian."
Dealing with Concubine Xian was another purpose of Fengyue's leisurely entering the palace.
At this time, if it was someone else, it must be a few words of humility, such as "sharing the worries for Your Highness", but Feng Yuexian was fascinated by the laughter of others, and opened his mouth to say:
"This is my intention, you don't need to say it."
Song Piantao was still smiling, like a pool of spring water drenched in silver sparkling waves, which was extremely beautiful.
The spring water swayed with a light like silver foil, and the nodding movement was like a spring bud swaying, softly saying:
"it is good."
Feng Yue's leisurely heart was also wrinkled.
Concubine Xian lived in Yixi Palace, Feng Yue got off the chariot, and saw that the door of Yixi Palace was wide open, but there was no one to greet her, only two little palace attendants standing in front of the palace door.
Xiao Jiazi dismounted Mawei.
When Xiao Gong Shi saw that Feng Yue was busy, he was stunned for a while before he knew how to salute.
Feng Yue's eyes were not squinting, she led the person straight in, her feet were extremely steady, and she took Yixi Palace out of the East Palace with a calm and composure.
He even looked at the exotic flowers and plants arranged on the left and right with great interest. These rare flowers and plants can be seen everywhere in the Yixi Palace.
In front of the window of the main hall, there is a pomegranate flower like fire, which is exactly the answer to the phrase "pomegranate flower is about to bloom".
The meaning is also in line with the status of the concubine Xian in the palace.
Apart from the first queen's pair of sons and daughters, only the concubine Xian in the palace can best respond to the symbol of the pomegranate, and the concubine Xian's knees, Song Qu and Song Duan are all princes, which is not worse than the first queen's direct prince.
Because the crown prince was born with insufficiency and sickness, there were not a few ministers who placed their bets on the second prince.
The main hall of Yixi Palace welcomes the concubine Xian, who is the servant of the palace, and salutes:
"Prince Concubine Wanfu, Concubine Xian is waiting for you inside, and there is also He Jieyu and Ning Cairen, who are talking inside together."
"Get up." Feng Yuexian said lightly, passing by the side of Hemerocallis, leaving only a faint cold fragrance.
She walked to the hall, and sure enough, she saw three women waiting for her.
At the top was a concubine Xian in a crimson flower dress and a head full of pearls, and the other two sat in sequence below.
Look at the costumes, it's He Qiuchan who dresses in a low-key manner, but you can still see the clothes on her body. The other one who was pure and pure was the talented Ning Yao Mengning who was sent to the palace by the Ning family.
After their respective salutes, several people took their seats.
Hemerocallis brought a new tea.
Unlike others, these concubines entered the palace early, and Feng Yuexian did not like to attend palace banquets. This was the first time they saw Feng Yuexian.
Majestic and unparalleled, elegant and greasy, but also with a cold and beautiful demeanor, it is the most tickling.
Ning Yaomeng even had an idea, if Feng Yuexian had entered the palace a few years earlier, how could he still be favored by the concubine Xian in the sixth palace.
She subconsciously glanced at Concubine Xian Xi Qingmei, seeing her extremely charming face in front of Feng Yuexian, unable to hide her sullen look, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes that could not be covered by powder, she felt happy in her heart, and she covered her expression with a fan ,road:
"Prince Princess is very handsome."
"Isn't it true, the concubines are all stunned." He Qiuchan gently judo.
Concubine Xian drank the hot tea and said:
"Bengong has never seen the Crown Princess, so I called her to see her, but you guys are so clever, you've all been touted when you see other people's skins."
She glanced at Feng Yuexian, "It's the newly-married youngest daughter. She's full of joy, and the color is three-pointed."
This is a compliment but a derogatory statement. On the surface, Feng Yuexian is praised for her good-looking appearance, and it is implied that her color is because of touting and newly-married buff, which is not worthy of the name.
Feng Yuexian easily understood the meaning of the words, although the general's mansion was simple and she did not have any skill in squatting, but at various banquets, women's eloquence was no less, it was really boring.
But remembering the "face in the East Palace", which is very important to the little princess, the Crown Princess had to take the initiative in consideration of the overall situation.
Concubine Xian was extremely afraid of being told that she was old, and cared about her appearance.
As the eyes of the Crown Princess flowed, the gleaming gold leaf was precipitated in the amber wine. She curled her lips slightly, and she was extremely charming against the soft silver Qingluo gown:
"I'm really ashamed of you praising me like that."
The corners of Concubine Xian's lips were raised, and without waiting for her to speak, Feng Yue said lightly and calmly:
"When elders look at juniors, it's always good everywhere - I think I and Concubine Qi are about the same age? I wonder why Concubine Qi is not serving in Yixi Palace?"
Concubine Xian shook her hands and almost poured out the tea. She suddenly looked directly at Feng Yuexian's face, her hands clenched the tea bowl tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Feng Yuexian, you bastard!
Feng Yue had a few words, first put the "elders" on the concubine Xian's age, then mentioned "I am about the same age as your daughter-in-law", and finally cued Concubine Qi.
If you want to come to Concubine Qi, you can't see anyone at this time.
A trace of irony flashed in Feng Yue's leisurely eyes.
He Qiuchan's voice was still soft: "But I haven't seen Concubine Qi in the past few days."
Ning Cairen chuckled softly, with an indescribable tone: "Xu Shi is copying the scriptures for Concubine Xian again."
In terms of rank, the rank of the Crown Princess is no lower than that of the Four Concubines. In terms of ability, Concubine Xian didn't dare to tear up her face with Feng Yuexian impulsive.
Her face was gloomy, the corners of her lips drooped down, and she turned to Ning Cairen to let out her anger and reprimanded:
"Ning Cairen, I don't know, why are you paying so much attention to the second prince?"
"Do you even know what Concubine Qi is doing?" She patted the red sandalwood table and made a loud noise.
Ning Cairen was startled, got up and knelt down in the hall.
"Sister doesn't dare, I hope Concubine Xian will calm down her anger."
Concubine Xian still wanted to kill the chicken to show the monkey, how could she let her go:
"Perhaps Ben Gong is too kind on weekdays, your bones are loose, and you have almost forgotten the rules of the palace, eh?"
In the end, Concubine Xian had accumulated power for a long time, and no one in the hall dared to speak out when she was angry.
Feng Yuexian put down the tea bowl and made a soft collision sound, breaking the silence.
"Concubine Xian, please calm down." She said leisurely, not at all deterred by her aura.
Concubine Xian raised her voice: "Prince Concubine, this palace is ordered by the emperor to lead the six palaces. Why, do you want to intervene?"
"Don't dare." Feng Yue smiled casually, feeling a little impatient in her heart. This kind of play is really vulgar, it would be more interesting to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to see the little princess.
But Ning Yaomeng seemed to have suffered on her behalf. She glanced at Ning Yaomeng on the ground and said:
"But it's a common word, why should Concubine Xian get angry? If I don't know, I thought Ning Cairen made a mistake."
"What does He Jieyu think?"
He Qiuchan, who was watching the play, was inexplicably cued. After looking at the scene, she could only say: "The maiden calms down her anger, her anger hurts her body, and her complexion will also deteriorate."
"Bengong just said a few words to her, look at you one by one..."
Concubine Xian's face was slightly stiff, and the anger on the bright face really subsided a lot.
Thinking of Feng Yuexian's words, she had a sense of crisis that she was about to be seen through. She worried about her face, and then looked at Ning Yaomeng on the ground, and said slightly unwillingly:
"Get up, and be cautious in your words and deeds in the future."
"Why don't you see the third prince?"
Feng Yuexian asked about the last thing on the trip. She could leave after seeing this person. Concubine Xian, she really didn't want to stay any longer.
"Go to the Imperial Garden to play with the second princess." Concubine Xian said, and only then did Hemerocallis bring the children, which is evident from the contempt of this meeting.
After saying some useless nonsense, Feng Yuexian didn't even want to drink tea, so he waited until the third prince Song Duan and the second princess Song Yingguang.
It stands to reason that under the control of the virtuous concubine, few concubines can conceive a dragon child, let alone go through hardships and obstacles to give birth and then raise them.
The second princess, Song Yingguang, can be called a miracle of life among the dragon sons and daughters of Dali's generation.
When the two came in, Song Yingguang was obviously the one who had been bullied badly, a dignified princess, her face was gray, her chest-length skirt was ripped off, and she was eager to find her mother-in-law He Qiuchan.
He Qiuchan's eyes filled with pity: "What's the matter?"
"The third brother threw a stone at me and told me to hide, but I couldn't hide..." the second princess cried and choked.
Song Duan was obviously a little bully. He was about eleven or twelve years old. He was tall, strong, and lawless. As soon as he came in, he shouted to Concubine Xian:
"Mother concubine, Song Yingguang is stupid, she runs so slow, if she is smarter, can I hit her?"
"Come and have a cup of tea—" Concubine Xian spoiled her, turning to look at Song Yingguang, her tone a little impatient, "It's just a fight between children, don't spoil her, it's unlucky to cry."
The bear children and bear parents act recklessly, even if they are unreasonable.
Feng Yuexian watched from the sidelines.
He Qiuchan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she looked as if she was about to cry with her daughter, but she didn't dare, and soon took her daughter back to the palace to call the imperial doctor.
The bear boy over there, Song Duan, finished drinking a bowl of tea. He was arrogant at a young age, so he looked at other women.
It must be the usual concubines of the father and the emperor—
Song Duan turned his head stuck at the moment he saw Feng Yuexian, his eyes glowed with covetousness:
"Mother, who is this?"
Concubine Xian said casually, "Your eldest sister-in-law."
"It's so pretty, she's much prettier than you!"
"… "
Concubine Xian's face turned black at that time.
Ning Cairen's smile turned upside down in his stomach, and it was difficult for him to hold back his laughter.
Feng Yuexian looked at this bear child, but there was disgust and coldness in the bottom of his eyes.
"...Prince Concubine, the imperial doctor you sent was driven back to the Imperial Hospital by Concubine Xian earlier. Concubine Qi has been hiding in the palace and has not seen anyone for three or five days."
In the early morning, Yin Bing combed Feng Yue's hair, and Yin Xue spoke clearly about the affairs of the palace by the side.
Song Piantao, who was beside him, had her hair tied and dressed, and she was ready.
I have to say that men's robes are indeed much more convenient. When she turned around, Feng Yuexian's Japanese bun had just been pulled into shape, and she had not yet put on her hair accessories.
The palace attendant took out three or four gold-painted luotian flower jewelry boxes. The box itself, with different flowers, characters, or interesting birds and beasts, was extremely exquisite.
When the box is opened, the golden hairpin and silver hairpin will be swaying Huasheng, the white jade jade bracelet with gold tin and gold decoration, the ruby, sapphire, turquoise hibiscus, and the crystal, amber, agate, and opal.
Although Song Pianjiao had seen these things in her memory, she had never really come into contact with them. Women were not attracted to jewelry. She leaned in slightly and looked at them, especially the craftsmanship of Jin Leisi, which was extremely delicate.
However, after a rough scan, she saw many golden moth ornaments inside, as well as butterfly hairpins inlaid with treasures, silver hairpins with butterfly patterns, and four butterflies with gold inlaid jade.
She was stunned.
"What?" Feng Yuexian seemed to catch a glimpse of her expression in the mirror.
"It's nothing." Song Pian smiled, "Yue Xian likes butterflies?"
Feng Yuexian glanced at the box: "Well, it looks comfortable."
Song Piantao picked up the gold inlaid jade with four butterflies hanging on the bead and swayed, and the four butterflies on the upper end of the sway were swirling, and the bottom was decorated with pearls and jade.
"Use this?" She handed it over.
Looking for jewelry for yourself? Feng Yuexian is not someone who likes other people to make up their minds for her, but maybe she really likes butterflies, she doesn't reject using the steps picked out by the little princess—
Not sure, she originally wanted to wear this today
With Feng Yuexian's tacit approval, Yin Bing slanted his steps into his black temples.
Song Piantao could only wear a long robe herself, and became interested in helping her with her makeup. Seeing that Feng Yuexian wanted to stick gold tins, she took the thin gold tins and volunteered to help.
Jin Dian is also called "Golden Cicada" because it is as thin as a cicada's wings. This golden Dian is cut into the shape of a peach blossom, and Yinbing said that it should be attached to Fengyue's leisurely hair.
There is a layer of glue behind the gold tin, you need to lick it with the tip of your tongue to make it soft and sticky so that it can stick to the makeup.
Fengyue idle ghost turned around unexpectedly.
Song Pian stood in front of the window, the window was half open, with a mirror beside her, a thin golden light shone on her body, like woven gold.
She stretched out the wet tip of her tongue and tapped it on the thin peach blossom gold tin.
The temples of the crow are like clouds, the skin is whiter than the snow, and the autumn water that cannot be drawn is stained with the light pink and greasy color of peach blossoms.
She is more delicate than peach blossom.
The wind blew gently, blowing away the fallen flowers that had not been swept by the window lattice, and a petal rolled on the tip of Feng Yue Xian's hair.
Song Pian dexterously rolled between her lips and teeth, leaving only a few traces of wetness.
She stretched her slender and tender fingers in front of Feng Yuexian, her fingertips were decorated with peach blossoms, and her eyebrows were light:
"Look, does this work?"