After the news of Xi Qingyan's arrogance and arrogance that he lost his hand came back to southern Yunnan, the king of Chu, Kang Xueying and Diao Hu, commander of the southern Yunnan army, conspired here in the study outside the palace of the king of Chu.
"Xi, Qing, Yan."
The King of Chu's elegant and smiling face suddenly darkened, and said:
"This king can't wait to eat its flesh."
Diao Hu's face was extremely bad, he buried his head and said:
"My subordinates failed to restrain Xi Qingyan and caused such a disaster. It is the fault of my subordinates. I hope your lord will punish him!"
It's no wonder Diao Hu, who came from a commoner, was a confidant trained by the King of Chu. Although he was heavily used by the King of Chu, in the eyes of the noble children, he was just the dog of the King of Chu, and Xi Qingyan did not take him back at all. Naturally, he disobeyed his discipline.
The King of Chu's sinister gaze moved to him, and he wanted to express his anger in his heart, but when he thought of Xi Qingyan who was escorted on the road and the crime that was about to fall on the desk of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he sighed deeply and put on a sad expression:
"This is his fault, you must not take the responsibility." He pondered slightly, "When the time comes to the capital, you will definitely make a fuss about this..."
Diao Hu said nothing: "This matter is a matter of the Southern Yunnan Army. It was I who Diao Hu didn't know well, and Xi Qingyan took advantage of it."
"That's the only way." The King of Chu closed his eyes halfway.
Diao Hu's head buried deeper.
Kang Xueying watched with cold eyes, Fang said at this time: "Is there something wrong here?"
"Oh?"
"Xi Qingyan had a drink with him before he set off, but he didn't realize what he was thinking." Kang Xueying was full of shame, "General Du later learned that he was still suspicious of instigating discord, so he should have made a mistake, and he was oversighted for a while, otherwise, It doesn't end there."
"Sir, you don't have to." The King of Chu waved his hand indifferently.
Although he is suspicious, Kang Xueying has helped him many times over the years, and he has never failed. The method he proposed this time is also reasonable, but it is Xi Qingyan who has done something good.
This time it was pinched by the other side in Shangjing, and the southern Yunnan army must be restrained.
Thinking of this, the King of Chu hated Xi Qingyan even more, wishing he could be smashed to ashes. But thinking of the virtuous concubine in the palace, he managed to suppress his anger.
The most urgent task at the moment is to communicate with Concubine Xian, and she must not let her harm his big plan in order to keep this dude.
Fortunately, the layout of the Shangjing side is relatively stable, and a wrong step on the southern side of Yunnan is not fatal.
Kang Xueying came to understand the king of Chu, and said at this time: "The prince is arrogant and military, but he was trapped by the villain for a while. With Mr. Li plotting and manipulating for the prince in Beijing, this matter will definitely be a big thing."
"Wangye Jiren has his own celestial appearance, and the dragon energy is close to him, so there is no need to worry about it."
The King of Chu's complexion was much calmer, yes, and Li Zi, the crown prince became so ill, Li Zi almost had to see the current state affairs, he knew how to do it.
If it goes well, Li Zi will probably suppress this matter, and he will not be able to reach the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The King of Chu's eyes were full of unbridled ambitions, and there was a smile on his lips again:
"Stop, stop, this king is worried. If you want to come to the capital to be so weak, it's not enough—"
"Your Highness." The trusted confidant came in a hurry, whispered and said quickly, "I received a letter from Beijing, the other side of Mr. Li... it's not good!"
The King of Chu's smile suddenly solidified.
When he learned that Li Zi had been accused of this kind of errand to offend people, he immediately took a breath, the blue veins on his neck floated up, his face was deformed with anger, and he was instantly twisted and ferocious.
This matter is far away in Shangjing, and he is in southern Yunnan, beyond his reach.
The news came and went, and the plots over there were all ripe.
What a prince!
The King of Chu was very angry, but after he recovered, he immediately sent someone a secret letter to Beijing.
The Hemerocallis beside Concubine Xian was from the King of Chu. When Concubine Xian learned what happened to her younger brother, her eyes were darkened, and she fainted in Yixi Palace.
Song Qu immediately came to visit his mother after hearing the news. Although he was arrogant and cruel to his wives and concubines, he was very attentive to Concubine Xian and Xi's family. After he asked about the matter from Hemerocallis, he immediately said:
"I want to save my uncle."
Concubine Xian leaned on the head of the bed, wearing emeralds on her head and wiping her forehead, she said weakly:
"How to protect?"
"Let the commander on the southern side of Yunnan take care of it, my uncle is only ordered by him, and it is not a big deal." Song Qu said indifferently, "It is his blessing to exchange his life for my uncle's life."
Concubine Xian burst into tears again.
If it was feasible, how could she not want to protect her own younger brother.
But what the King of Chu meant was clearly to abandon Qingyan.
"Why doesn't Mother Concubine speak?" Song Qu asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Duan came running from outside, and his concubine was sick in bed, but he had a good time with the palace attendant, laughing non-stop.
Song Qu lowered his face and said, "Third brother, concubine mother is suffering from a headache, please rest in peace."
"It's up to you." Song Duan said disdainfully, as if revenge, and the commotion grew louder.
Concubine Xian returned to her senses, and rebuked her with a slight belt: "Duan'er is still young, and her nature is like this. Don't be too strict with him."
Is this harsh? Song Qu stroked his forehead, the mother concubine was too doting on her younger brother.
Song Qu ignored it and continued:
"The King of Chu has always been convenient for us. Mother concubine, southern Yunnan is under his jurisdiction. If he is there, even if Diaohu doesn't recognize him, I will go to the letter—"
"Don't go." Concubine Xian said subconsciously.
"Why? That's your own younger brother and my own uncle."
Why
Xi Qingmei glanced at the eldest son in front of him.
Song Qu trusted herself very much. She had arranged for Song Qu and the King of Chu to meet each other since Song Qu was a child, and the two were familiar with each other.
Song Qu had always thought that the King of Chu was supporting him, and now he is not revealing the news, but he was afraid that the prince would be afraid of them colluding together.
She didn't know how to tell him that she, the mother-in-law, was never looking forward to him ascending the throne—
Xi Qingmei felt that she had a migraine headache again, she held her forehead and mourned in a low voice.
Dutiful son Song Qu immediately forgot what he said before, stood up and went to call the imperial doctor in person.
Concubine Xian looked at Song Qu's figure, thinking about her and King Chu's plans and two children, closed her eyes, and made a painful choice.
The Yixi Palace was unexpectedly quiet, and Feng Yuexian could conclude that Hemerocallis had received the secret letter from southern Yunnan, so he must have received the news.
Concubine Xian's frequent calls to the imperial doctor's actions could not be deceived.
The men who escorted Xi Qingyan were about to arrive in Beijing in a few days, but Concubine Xian still did not move.
"Concubine Xian gave up." Feng Yue said leisurely.
She had nothing to do, chose this chess book, and played the endgame.
The snow-like white jade chess pieces rolled round and round between her fingers, but they were less rich in texture than fingers, and lacked the cold fragrance of silk beauty.
Feng Yuexian only glanced at the chess sheet, and then he was able to play half of the endgames one after another. Between the start and the move, Duck Egg Green's wide sleeves fluttered like a thin cloud, wrapping around Yu Bai's forearm and refusing to leave.
Song Pian's gaze was like a butterfly, falling on her constantly moving hand, and then lightly floated to the chess game, smiled and said:
"It's better to say that the King of Chu abandoned Xi Qingyan."
"As far as Xi Qingyan is concerned, success is not enough and failure is more than failure. He is just a playboy. If he wasn't afraid of the unhappiness of the Xi family, he would not take him with him."
Feng Yuexian spoke slowly as if she was gossiping, but the affirmation in her words revealed her control over the information on the King of Chu's side.
Song Pian nodded and said:
"On Qi Baozhu's side, did you ever say when the plan was facilitated?"
Feng Yuexian was laying down a chess piece, and when he heard that, his fingertips were pressed on the round chess piece, and he stopped for a while.
What Song Piantao said was exactly what she thought, but she hadn't said it yet.
This kind of common sense and tacit understanding in dealing with things actually made her feel strange, and her spine ran through a very light numbness.
It was as if someone had captured her thoughts, and she might be afraid to change someone else, but Song Pian did it, which only made her heartily happy.
A smile appeared in Feng Yue's leisurely eyes, and her voice was three points lighter than Bai Yuluo's chessboard:
"Well, recently, the emperor's dragon body has improved, and he can say something. I happened to borrow this matter."
"When the time comes, I have to go to the Qianqing Palace."
Do you start with the Qianqing Palace
Song Pian understood.
Song Qu is the noble and noble prince, and Dali looks the most like now. The prince is sick and weak, so Song Qu is more necessary to exist.
The only thing that can bring him down is the crime of treason.
"Okay." Song Pian chuckled lightly, "Just relying on Yue Xian's drive, there is nothing wrong."
The spring breeze and flowery moon-like smile slammed into Feng Yuexian's eyes, her heart trembled, and the chess pieces that had never been messed up under her hands were placed in the wrong place.
The chess pieces around were slightly smashed and smashed. On the intricate chessboard, they were dizzy and confused.
Song Piantao seemed quite puzzled, tilted her head, and between her buns, light spots flickered on the white jade cloud-patterned hairpin.
She flicked her sleeve with her left hand and stretched out her right hand to help herself return the confused pieces back to their original positions.
"I didn't expect Yuexian to be careless sometimes." She laughed, her voice was as gentle and tolerant as ever, and it flooded Feng Yuexian like water.
And her fingertips were white to transparent, and her fingernails were covered with extremely light powder, like sunset clouds.
Fengyue idle ghost stretched out his hand fascinatedly, as if to catch a chess piece.
Between the black and white chessboards are pieces that have not yet been returned to their positions, and above one of the gleaming white pieces, two equally slender and beautiful hands with ice muscles and jade bones, whether intentional or not, came together.
Jade chess pieces are cold.
But her hands are warm.
Because of his weakness, Song Pian's hand was slightly cold, not too warm, but it was extremely comfortable, as if under the soft texture, this beauty's bones, which were finely polished with jade, were so cool. cool.
Feng Yue is busy practicing martial arts, and her body temperature is relatively hot. She thought to herself, if it was a hot summer, it would be extremely comfortable to hold Song Pian in her arms—
"Is there a thin callus on Yue Xian's fingertips?"
Finger pulp
Feng Yue pursed her lips leisurely, and raised her eyelashes: "Yes."
She has always been dancing with knives and guns, and she likes to play with daggers, so how can she not get a cocoon.
She suddenly thought that Song Piangao had told people that she was a rough person.
Feng Yuexian had never taken it seriously before, and even felt that the little princess in the palace was in a panic, so she commented on herself.
But today, she only felt that in front of the lithe and beautiful Song Pianjiao, she was indeed not refined enough.
Whose daughter has calluses on her hands
She narrowed her eyes, with a little gloom on the end of her eyes, and was about to withdraw her hand.
"Presumably, the practice must be extremely serious."
Um
Feng Yuexian's movement of withdrawing his hands was stagnant, and he looked up.
Song Pian's brown eyes are clear and clear, with undisguised appreciation:
"Others may not have the stamina of Yue Xian, especially the women in the boudoir. I saw you like to play with daggers before?"
"En." Feng Yuexian responded very briefly, feeling that he was too cold, and added, "Do you like it? I'll show it to you."
Saying that, call for drinking ice.
"It's not necessary." Song Pian stopped her and smiled, "The chess game is not over yet, and there will be opportunities in the future."
There will be opportunities in the future.
Feng Yuexian chewed on these words carefully, and tasted the sweetness.
"it is good."