Feng Yuexian was originally thinking about it on a temporary basis. She really hadn't thought about what the bet was.
She fingered the chess piece unconsciously, and wiped the side of the arc of the chess piece with her fingertips, and her eyes fell on Song Pian's smooth forehead.
Feng Yuexian remembered the touch of gold that had fallen on his forehead.
The glue that was melted by Song Pian, the peach blossoms hung with fragrant dew—
She closed her eyes, her throat was slightly hoarse:
"Just bet..."
"Um?"
"Let's bet, the loser will try the new clothes sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs one by one, and also try on the front."
Feng Yuexian added: "Yinxue urged me to try summer clothes, I'm impatient, if you lose, just replace me."
Song Pian was stunned, and then laughed.
Feng Yuexian did not pay much attention to clothing and jewelry, but the foundation was there. Even if he didn't bother, what he wore would look stunning.
No matter how much Ke Yinxue's temperament jumps, he doesn't dare to urge his master to try on new clothes.
Thinking about it, Feng Yuexian knew that this bet was just a joke, so he made a joke-like bet, and the two sides were suitable.
"Okay." Song Pian replied with a smile.
Feng Yuexian was about to say something else when Yinxue, who she used as an excuse, came, holding a square tray of snails and peony, with a Ru kiln plate on top, and her voice was clear:
"Blessed Master."
"Before the small kitchen made a butterfly noodle, and they got the prince's reward, but they were so happy. Today, I'm serving a snack again, this is for a reward."
The East Palace had only one sick and weak master before, and he relied on light and healthy health in everything he did.
After Feng Yue had eaten for a few days, she seemed to lose her appetite and ate less.
After Song Piantao noticed it, she asked Xue Qing to go to the small kitchen to inform him, and took the time to find a pasta called Butterfly Noodles from her memory to eat, and asked them to do the same.
The butterfly noodles were brought up. The skin was thin, and the sauce was dyed with some vegetables. The butterfly wings had green patterns, which were extremely delicate. When floating in the steaming soup, it flutters like a butterfly and flies gracefully.
Feng Yuexian used two bowls in a row that day, and he didn't miss half a butterfly, obviously he liked it very much.
Song Piantao saw that she liked it, so she decided to reward the small kitchen. I wanted to come to the small kitchen to estimate the master's preferences, and I developed it more and more carefully, and this is what it is today.
"What is it?"
Yinxue put the plate on the table, which was originally a pastry, but also made into a butterfly shape, which is similar to the butterfly noodles.
The puff pastry was as big as the palm of the hand, and it was layered and crispy. When you got close, you could smell a faint milky fragrance.
Song Pian suddenly remembered that she had seen similar cakes in another world.
There is one person who especially likes to eat.
Love to eat until the fans know it clearly and clearly, the agent Luo Chun regards it as the enemy, the assistants of other families help to buy coffee every day, and Liu Lele goes to the West Pastry House the most—
"Do you try it first? I don't know what this thing is called, the servants. The servants told them that you don't like sweets. I'm afraid you don't like the small kitchen, so I don't bother to name it."
Yinxue's voice was as crisp as a bird's chirping, interrupting Song Piantao's thoughts.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting small shadows on her cheeks.
Song Pian suddenly felt a little tired.
Maybe this body is really easy to get tired.
She opened the book, got up and went back to the bed tent to rest for a while.
Feng Yuexian was already tasting dim sum.
"It tastes good." Feng Yuexian took another bite, Xu Shi's dessert was extremely crispy, and even Song Pian could hear the crackling sound of Bosu crackling between his lips and teeth.
"Eh? You don't like sweets too much?" Yinxue suddenly said, "I think it's the look of this dessert that catches your eye."
"You will find a reason." Feng Yuexian didn't explain anything, only scolded with a smile.
The conversation on the other end reached Song Pian's ears. She didn't disturb Feng Yuexian's good interest in tasting delicious delicacies, and turned around to leave quietly.
"If Your Highness likes it, you don't need to change your taste, you can just get the reward."
"The name hasn't been decided yet?" Feng Yue said idly, and it sounded like her voice was a little bit crisper following the dessert at the entrance.
"Yes."
"It's called Butterfly Cake."
Song Pian's heart skipped a beat, stopped subconsciously, and looked back suddenly.
In front of the desk, Feng Yuexian was tall and graceful, with slender fingers, only half of the dessert left in her hand, and the crispy crumbs fell between her fingers like jade crumbs.
Song Piantao could only see her beautiful and charming profile, but soon, Feng Yuexian turned her head around while she was looking forward to it.
"Would you like to try it?"
Song Pian stood on the spot, lips pursed slightly.
Over there, Yin Xue laughed: "I'm afraid it's not because of the butterfly noodles that your Highness got the name of the butterfly cake? It makes people know that it is a family."
"Is it worthy of the name?" Feng Yue said lazily.
She didn't know why, seeing this appearance, she felt that it should be called Butterfly Cake. Maybe it's the reason Yinxue said, there is a butterfly face in front, it looks like a butterfly, and it is normal to call it a butterfly cake.
Song Pian understood.
It was so.
It was a coincidence.
Song Pian said: "I don't need it anymore, some people are tired, so take a break."
Feng Yuexian was about to ask in detail when Yinbing came quickly, seeing that things were progressing.
Sajin Qingluo put down the bed curtain, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
"09."
"Host." 09 responded quickly.
Song Pian was quiet for a while before asking, "People from a small world will not appear in another small world, will they?"
"Yes." 09's voice was decisive, "The small worlds we came to are all worlds of the same level, belonging to different time and space, and channels cannot be opened between small worlds."
"En." Song Pian paused, his voice softer, "Can I inquire about the status of the mission objects in the world?"
Isn't this just asking Lin Qinglu
09 It was automatically translated, and she felt a little inexplicable in her heart, as if a grown-up sighed, but unfortunately, she said in a low voice:
"After leaving the world, there is no way to inquire."
09 waited and waited, but did not wait until the host continued to speak. She inexplicably intuited that the host was not asleep, she thought about it with her head in her arms, and hurriedly said:
"But the last world was running very healthy, and we haven't received any follow-up abnormal notices here. The host can rest assured that Lin - the task subject must be doing well."
Another long silence.
"Thank you, 09."
After Song Qu left the Yixi Palace, he invited his cronies to ask, "Can Feng Yuexian be in the Qianqing Palace today?"
"Go back to your Highness, no."
The cronies knew what the master was thinking, and he said eagerly:
"In the past few days, the Crown Princess has been absent from the Qianqing Palace every day. It is rare that the Crown Prince was injured in anger in the Yangxin Palace today.
"Today, the Crown Princess has been stumped, perhaps the best time is right, I hope Your Highness will act decisively!"
Song Qu didn't understand this truth, especially the loss he suffered in the Qianqing Palace before, which taught him a painful lesson.
Moreover, the longer the rumors spread, the more harm to the Xi family and the prince from the Xi family.
The reason for saving Xi Qingyan was for the Xi family and for himself.
Song Qu made up his mind: "Get off and go back to Wude Hall."
"Your Highness—"
"There are still some preparations to be made." Song Qu's eyes were dark, like a cloud of gray and wet tide. "This crisis is serious, and Feng Yue is idle by the side, staring at him. You can't make plans slowly, and you will be sure to hit with a single blow."
Confidants seem to be feeling it.
Song Qu returned to the Wude Hall, and immediately had someone bring a stew of soup from the imperial kitchen.
Wude Hall did not have a small kitchen. After a short stay, he changed his robes and prepared to go out.
Qi Baozhu served him personally and tied a jade pendant for him: "Your Highness... Are you going to the Qianqing Palace to perform filial piety?"
"Yeah." Song Qu replied casually.
"Your Highness has worked hard."
Qi Baozhu said, the jade pendant in his hand had not been fastened for a long time, Song Qu was a little impatient, just about to wave her hand to fan her away, the palm wind was brought to Qi Baozhu's face, he suddenly remembered something, and his hand stopped abruptly.
He stroked Qi Baozhu's side cheek, pinched her chin, and forcefully asked her to look up at him for a moment.
"Your Highness..." Qi Baozhu looked at him without blinking.
"You go with this palace to the Qianqing Palace." Song Qu smiled, very gentle, "Go to the father's couch and show your filial piety."
"Yes." Qi Baozhu pretended hesitantly, and paused before answering.
Song Qu let go of her with satisfaction, turned around and left first.
Qi Baozhu's palms were wet and slippery, and only then did she take a deep breath.
Song Qu actually let her go!
A trace of madness flashed in Qi Baozhu's eyes, and the corners of her lips raised silently. She would like to thank Song Qu for giving her the opportunity. She was really looking forward to it—
Looking forward to seeing Song Qu in person.
When the cronies saw Qi Baozhu getting on the chariot together, they were a little confused.
Song Qu has his own ideas.
Although he has done this many times, no one can detect the abnormality, but Feng Yue entered the palace leisurely, just like another wolf, jackal, tiger and leopard entered the field, the situation is very different from before.
He took Qi Baozhu with him to add another layer of protection.
In case of a bad day, or other accidents, just gently push Qi Baozhu out—
Song Qu thought of this and glanced at Qi Baozhu with hypocritical pity and tenderness in her eyes.
Qi Baozhu seemed to be ignorant and sat beside him obediently.
What a pity, Song Qu thought interestingly.
When he arrived at the Qianqing Palace, Feng Yuexian was indeed not there. Song Qu brought Qi Baozhu and filled the soup inside, and inside was He Jieyu, who was serving the disease.
Seeing that the prince was coming, He Jieyu hurriedly gave up the place to be served before the bed.
He Jieyu has always been weak, Song Qu did not put her in his eyes, just glanced at her, and then turned his attention to the emperor.
"Is your royal father okay? My son and concubine Qi have come to serve you."
"It's okay." The emperor tried his best to make a sound.
He Jieyu on the side whispered softly: "I was still saying that the East Palace wants to hold the emperor's birthday and add some joy, and the emperor's dragon body will definitely get better and better."
East Palace again.
"Brother and sister-in-law have a heart." Song Qu turned and said, "Although my son doesn't have a good wife to work hard, Concubine Qi is very clever. She is good at cooking soup and cooks it for you, the father."
The emperor raised his eyes and looked at Qi Baozhu, his face twitched twice: "Well, not bad."
Song Qu's eyes flashed, and he instructed, "Ms. Qi, don't hurry up and serve the royal father's soup in person."
Qi Baozhu should be, obediently filled a bowl of soup, and sat down on the bed.
The rich smell of chicken soup floated in the Qianqing Palace, and the fragrance was fragrant. The emperor was obviously moved, and his eyes fell on the soup bowl.
Qi Shi only stirred the chicken soup and did not feed it into the emperor's mouth.
Song Qu urged: "Wan Mo let it cool, and carefully hurt the father's spleen and stomach."
Qi Baozhu stopped the porcelain spoon in her hand and looked back at Song Qu, her lips twitched slightly, and her eyes contained a different kind of emotion, like deep hatred and joyful anticipation.
Qi Baozhu is different!
Song Qu almost immediately noticed that between the light and flint, he had not yet been able to understand what this abnormality was. Qi Baozhu had already knelt down on the bed with trembling all over, his knees slammed on the ground, and the cries were louder than the impact.
"No... I can't do it... Royal father, the second prince poisoned your dragon body with medicine! Quickly see his true face!"
Song Qu was stunned: "Miss Qi! What are you talking nonsense about!"
Qi Baozhu's face was full of tears. She didn't look behind her at all. She looked up at the old emperor's face and said anxiously:
"The second prince is the husband of the daughter-in-law and the god of the daughter-in-law. He has a life, and the daughter-in-law dares not to obey. But you are the true son of the emperor, the god of everyone. Father, the daughter-in-law can't do it!"
As soon as these words came out, all the palace attendants in the Qianqing Palace fell to their knees, and He Jieyu was no exception.
The hall was dead silent.
The old man on the dragon couch had a stiff face, but his eyes could still convey emotion. His turbid pupils revealed disbelief, anger and pain, and a trace of doubt—
But no matter what, if his son and daughter-in-law made such a thing while he was sick, it was an offense to his Tianwei and an unforgivable sin!
The old emperor's eyes were fixed on Song Qu.
Song Quzheng shouted like a roar: "Come on, Qi's is crazy, take her to the diagnosis and treatment!"
The emperor raised his hand with difficulty, and when he fell down, he was weak, as if he slammed down hard, making a dull sound. His voice was even more like a dull thunder, short and powerful:
"Come, call, call the imperial doctor."
"Yes."
The eunuch commander stood up tremblingly and separated Song Qu and Qi Baozhu from the front of the dragon bed. At this time, there was no kindness in his eyes, but he was clearly on guard:
"What's right and what's wrong, it's better to wait for the imperial doctor to test the decoction."
Song Qu was in chaos, he didn't even have time to think about why Qi Baozhu learned about his secret, the current predicament had taken over all his thoughts—
Destroy the evidence!
He turned his head, but saw that the eunuch commander took away the soup bowl in Qi Baozhu's hand, while on the other side, the soup pot full of evidence of crime had been firmly guarded by the palace attendant.
Song Qu felt a chill from under his feet.
The game has been completed, and he is the turtle in the urn.
Finally, his eyes fell on Qi Baozhu.
Qi Baozhu's eyes were so similar to her, it was so pitiful, her eyes were written like this, and more, it was monstrous hatred.
I thought that Qi Baozhu would use it for herself, but in the end, it was Qi Baozhu who pushed herself into the bottomless abyss.
Song Qu raised his neck and swallowed hard, but there was wildfire burning in his stomach, manic and tormented.
He can only hope now that the people at the Pantai Hospital can't find out the medicine—
Once before, he overdose on his father's medicine, which caused some abnormalities, and the secret medicine is not easy to check. Many imperial doctors have never seen it at all, so he didn't know that when he came, he only said that his father was worried about state affairs and was overworked.
Later, the father's body gradually disappeared, and the matter was gone.
This time, let God bless you again—
The imperial doctor came very quickly, which was unreasonable, and the person who came was still sentenced by the Taiyuan Hospital.
Song Qu was in a trance for a while, and his mind was confused.
The court ruled: "Wan Fu, Your Majesty, Wei Chen was going to the East Palace to ask for a pulse, but when he heard that the Emperor's dragon was ill, he turned around."
The eunuch commander hurriedly led him to see the soup pot. The court judge checked it carefully, but I don't know how many methods were used to make Song Quxin raise it again and again.
Finally, the throat has been mentioned, and it is hung high.
Finally, the court judge closed the lid of the soup pot, looked at the emperor on the dragon bed, and bent deeply:
"Your Majesty, this soup contains Zhuolin seeds, the secret medicine of the previous dynasty. It can make people confused and dizzy, and they want what they want from the person in front of them."
"This secret medicine endangers the five internal organs. Your Majesty, you are now bedridden. If you take this medicine again, the consequences will be unimaginable. Fortunately, you have not taken it. This is the blessing of Dali!"
Song Qu's high-hanging heart fell, and his body was shattered to pieces, and his blood was freezing to the bone.
He struggled at the end:
"Your mouth is the secret medicine of the previous dynasty. This kind of thing is rarely known. You can judge it by your empty words?"
He looked at the old emperor, begging and ingratiating himself: "Father, how could this son harm you!"
The emperor didn't look at him at all.
The emperor stared at the soup pot, his voice hoarse: "How did you recognize it?"
The court sentence was condensed and firm:
"Originally, Wei Chen didn't know, but a decade ago, Wei Chen met the great scholar Sun Qing in Xishan. By chance, he talked about medicine. He gave Wei Chen a note from the imperial doctor of the previous dynasty."
"Everything is the same as the cognition of this dynasty. Wei Chen thought that Zhuo Linzi would be no exception."
The voice of the court sentence was sonorous and powerful: "If the second prince does not believe it, he can bring death row prisoners from the prison to test the medicine, and there should be a conclusion."
Sun Qing…
Sun Qing is Feng Yuexian's master!
Song Qu Ru was hit by a heavy hammer, his expression was no longer calm, his body shook violently, and he almost vomited blood.
In the end, everything is a game set up by Fengyue Xianxian!