"The East Palace said that His Royal Highness will have to rest for another day. Today... I can't come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." Hong Chang bowed his waist.
"Didn't you say you're well, but you're sick again?" The emperor put down the book in his hand, "Is it possible to ask me three times and four requests?"
Seeing that the emperor's brows and eyes were extremely relaxed, Hong Chang knew in his heart that he felt at ease when the prince didn't rush here.
A strong son and a weak father is a royal taboo.
Hong Chang accompanied him with a smile: "It is said that the window was not closed tightly last night, and the wind ate."
"Well, let the imperial doctor take good care of it."
"Yes."
The emperor's oral decree was passed to the East Palace, and the imperial doctor who was left to be summoned by the East Palace had to come in and out frequently to make a good appearance.
Although she was sweating lightly last night, she didn't struggle to the end. She only took off half of her clothes. Song Pian was wrapped in a warm brocade quilt, but luckily she didn't catch a cold.
Not going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation is not to take Qiao, but...
"The medicine I took twice before has worked, and it seems to have faded a lot. Tomorrow, His Highness will cover it up with powder, and it will be fine."
Come here, Jiang Yuyi looked at the bruise for the "Prince" again, and bowed his head.
He looked at his nose and heart, and in the eyes of the Crown Princess, he didn't dare to look at the person on the bed at a glance. When the Crown Princess asked him to come out, he picked up the medicine box and left without saying a word.
After waiting outside the hall, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked bitter.
What kind of business is this
Xiao Shizi had a very close personal relationship with him, and someone who had a headache and a fever would seek him for medicine. At this time, he sent Jiang Feng out of the East Palace and whispered:
"What kind of business is this, the dragon is weak and the phoenix is strong, and this night has been swayed by the phoenix. How did he become the prince to see the imperial doctor?"
Xiao Shizi's face was complicated, and his voice was lower, "Oh, I took a look when I went in to deliver things, the prince was bullied by the princess... tsk tsk."
After all, he was used to being a servant in the East Palace, and Xiao Shizi wrote "My master has been spoiled", "Is there still a king's law for the prince to be played by the princess", "The prince is so passionate like a girl, prince." It won't be sucked dry."
In the end, he finally accepted the reality and comforted himself by saying to himself:
"I don't blame the prince, the prince's body... ah."
"Ugh!"
Jiang Feng followed with a sigh. He looked at Xiao Shizi and was speechless for a moment.
For him, who knows the true identity of the "Prince", he would rather be a phoenix than a dragon—
It is also easier for people to accept the royal secret of "the prince concubine has messed with her sister-in-law".
What's even more terrifying is that, after all this, the Crown Princess will definitely know the true body of the "Prince".
- She knows that she still does it, tossing the delicate princess like that.
It was all tossed like that, and she went to see the princess by herself. She was still stalking by the side, looking like her belongings were being meddled with.
Is she still human
Jiang Feng thought bitterly.
Outside the East Palace, Xiao Shizi said with emotion:
"Since the Crown Princess came, the errands in the East Palace have not been taken lightly, and the Royal Doctor Jiang will only come here from time to time, and it will be much more relaxed."
His eyes were full of envy for Jiang Feng's profession.
Jiang Feng looked at him with the eyes of a young man.
"Ignorance is a blessing." Or you are happier.
"what?"
Jiang Feng didn't mean to explain, he carried the medicine box and walked away, his back was full of vicissitudes.
Song Piangan didn't expect that the first time he used a good secret medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in this small world, not because of being plotted against, but because of Feng Yuexian.
Her skin is delicate, and after a lot of tossing, her body will not look like it, and there are little marks. In particular, there was no way to cover the neck on the outside of the front of the clothes, so the imperial doctor had to be called to get medicine.
When the ointment was brought, Feng Yuexian guarded Xue Qing tightly, and personally applied the medicine to Song Pian.
Feng Yuexian has always been fair, never favoring one over another.
Except for Song Pian's swan-like slender neck, under his clothes, he never missed anything.
Under the golden curtain, how much spring light is hidden, will be leaked.
Only from the occasional low laugh, and then the heavy and light breathing, the low reprimand, a glimpse of the splendid spring scene.
front.
The emperor, like the tiger, made a powerful show and fell asleep again.
Generally speaking, the top is dizzy, and the bottom is the best way to fish in troubled waters, but the emperor is dazed or dazed, and he prefers to point the country. This country is still his own.
A good imperial court, it was originally organized by the prince in a very orderly manner, but it is messed up again.
The princelings and the Fengjia faction did not like to behave in front of the emperor in private. The rest of the Chu king faction and a very small number of miscellaneous people really wanted to fish in troubled waters and add officials to the rank. How could the emperor attack indiscriminately? .
Especially under the orders of the King of Chu, they used to be very close with the second prince who guarded the imperial tomb, and at this time they must be angered.
God is pitiful, when they were trembling and trembling, the prince was tolerant and generous and did not hold him accountable.
As a result, when the prince fell ill, the emperor sat on the dragon chair and began to settle the old accounts.
At this time, regardless of their own family or the other family, they are eagerly looking forward to the prince coming back to assist him.
This Dali can't do without you!
After many calls, His Royal Highness finally recovered from his illness and reappeared in the courtroom.
For example, Zhao Tiancheng, the servant of the Ministry of Personnel who had followed the second prince and now surrendered to the prince, had almost lost his official position if he hadn't often pretended to be sick these days. When he saw His Royal Highness at this time, tears were coming out.
When the prince sat there, everyone seemed to be reassured, and they were no longer afraid of the emperor's stupor.
If there is anything wrong, the prince can always persuade the emperor with a few words, or give the emperor a change of heart.
In the past, he was only the prince supervising the country, so maybe he didn't feel much.
But when the father and son were on the same stage, those with a heart had already discovered that the imperial court—or the backbone of the Dali, had already changed the master unknowingly.
The prince used his outstanding means of supervising the country during this period of time, to pack people into obedience.
When it comes to the emperor, thinking about what he has done over the years, everyone is in awe on the surface, but only shakes their heads and sighs in their hearts.
In the face of the prince, no matter whether you like him or not, in front of his gentle but firm attitude, only admiration comes up from the bottom of my heart.
The image of Ming Jun.
Under this consensus, the power gathered around Song Piantao became more and more solid.
Especially when Dengbo came back from dealing with the disaster, he first got the umbrella of the people in Surabaya, and he won the name of his predecessor and his later, and the credit was added.
As soon as he came back, under the admiration of the prince, he became a top-ranked Pingzhang political official in Zhongshu Province.
Zhao Peng, the original Pingzhang political affairs officer, left the seat sadly due to his ineffectiveness in recovering the debts of the Ministry of Households.
The crown prince was clearly rewarded and punished, and he did not hesitate to exalt officials. After this incident, the officials around the crown prince all showed their loyalty, and courtiers continued to approach, and the court became more and more eager to the East Palace.
All of this, of course, was not carried out on the bright side - the emperor was still sitting on the dragon chair.
Such as the undercurrents gathered from all directions, all flowing into the lake called Donggong, the waves are dark and the waves are bright.
From the shore, the water was as calm as ever.
Estimating the timing, Song Pian gave advice to the emperor, and summoned the vassal kings from all over the world to Beijing to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet together.
The emperor put down his pen and said disapprovingly:
"Why do you remember this?"
The king of Dali was not allowed to enter the capital unless he was ordered to do so, and in previous years, the king's annual tribute to Beijing was at the end of the year.
The emperor is not a person who likes to change the rules. He is extremely conservative and lacks interest in this proposal.
The heat was getting up, but Song Pian was still drinking hot tea. She coughed twice and said:
"Don't dare to hide from the father and the emperor, this son and minister's body and bones... There will be no emperor under his knees. In the future, if there is an emergency, the crown prince and concubine will not even have a support. It is really lonely."
"Therefore, my son intends to choose someone from the side branches of the clan to inherit the incense—"
"Nonsense!" The emperor sank his face, "You're fine, so you're planning to get up?"
Song Piantao's heart was full of waves, his face was pale, and he smiled bitterly:
"This is not what the servant wants..." She stood up and bowed down, "I hope the royal father will allow it."
There was silence in the hall.
The prince and the princess, the twins of the dragon and the phoenix, have been poisoned since birth. No matter which holy hand they are, they all assert that the children will be difficult after that—
Euphemistically saying that the heir is difficult in front of the royal family basically means that the heir is hopeless.
The emperor looked at Song Pian's jet-black hair, and his heart filled with sadness.
In the end, it was his own child. He was clearly amazing and brilliant, but his blood was destined to be cut off. He couldn't help but feel pity and love.
But that's fine too—
The Feng family has done a good job in escorting him recently, and Feng Yuexian is also keeping himself safe in the harem. He is satisfied.
However, the Feng family is very powerful. If Feng Yuexian gave birth to a dragon son, after a hundred years, the crown prince will have a good or bad situation. Feng Yuexian and the emperor's grandson still don't know who will sit on the dragon chair.
Feng Yuexian was destined not to give birth to a grandson, which was one of the reasons why the emperor reluctantly agreed to Feng Yuexian marrying into the East Palace.
If you choose a side branch to inherit the past, you will definitely not be caring and caring with Feng Yue, which is very good.
He didn't care about it for a while, since the prince took the initiative, he could follow the trend.
The emperor was relieved:
"Then, how can the family banquet be mentioned in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Fear of change.
Song Piantao naturally would not use these words to return to the emperor, she said warmly:
"In the end, it's a major matter related to Guozuo, so it's not good to make a decision in a hurry."
"My son wants to stay in the palace for a while, and take a look. If he decides, he will inform the ancestral temple when the vassal king enters the capital again at the end of the year."
The emperor nodded:
"In that case, it's up to you."
After the matter was finalized, the imperial decree was sent from the palace to the fiefs of the vassal kings in various places, and the vassal kings were ordered to enter the capital before the Mid-Autumn Festival and go to the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet.
The imperial decree specifically stated that the Mid-Autumn Festival was reunited, and the vassal kings were ordered to bring all their descendants to spend the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month together.
There was an edict, and the vassal king had to come.
This matter was finalized, and it was one step closer to Song Pianjiao's goal.
After the imperial decree has passed, and then the vassal king enters the capital, it will take some time to go back and forth, but there will still be some quiet days.
Song Pian pondered, came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and took a chariot to the East Palace.
When it's done, let's talk to Feng Yuexian.
I don't know what she's doing right now...
The palace road was quiet, and after a turn in the face, they met another team of honor guards.
It was He Jieyu, and her princess, Song Yingguang.
Concubine Xian lost power, and even Song Duan was disgusted by the emperor, and was confined in the palace and not allowed to go out.
However, the emperor is soft-hearted and soft-hearted. Maybe one day he will miss Song Duan again, which is a hidden danger.
Not to mention this, Concubine Xian's mother and son left the stage sadly, and He Jieyu took the princess to the top. Although the position has not changed, the status is very different.
When they met at this time, Song Pianjiao had no intention of flattering her, but she would not make enemies for nothing, and responded with a smile as usual.
He Qiuchan taught Song Yingguang very well, was innocent, and saluted Song Pian in an obedient and curious manner.
Song Pian saw the child, and his smile was a little real.
Often bullied by Song Duan, Song Yingguang is very timid, especially in the face of men, she is timid and introverted.
But at this time, facing this eldest brother whom she had never seen before, she raised her head, feeling close all her life.
Especially when he saw the emperor's brother smiling at him, his eyes were extraordinarily gentle, as if they had been washed with warm water, beautiful and warm.
Song Yingguang could have hid behind her mother-in-law and did not face outsiders, but she couldn't help but muster up her courage when the royal brother and mother-in-law spoke:
"I heard, heard that there is a very novel food in the palace of the emperor..."
He Qiuchan was startled and softly reprimanded:
"Why are you asking for food?"
He turned to Song Pian and said:
"Don't be surprised, Your Highness, the second princess is not like this on weekdays, but when I see you today, I can't help but get close."
It is said that the acquaintance Mo Ruomu, He Qiuchan said it casually, but it hit Song Yingguang's mind.
She put her hands behind her back, her face was hot, and she lowered her head, a little frustrated.
Yes, the emperor definitely doesn't like gluttonous children.
"It's okay." A gentle voice said.
Huh
Song Yingguang bit her lower lip and quietly raised her head.
The emperor's health was not good, and he did not step down.
Sitting on the chariot, he lowered his head to look at himself, his eyes were like two small light brown crescent moons, hooking the gentle moonlight in his hands.
"If Yingguang likes it, let someone send some."
He paused and added, "It's just that you are young and your spleen and stomach are weak, so don't be gluttonous, okay?"
Song Yingguang's eyes were sparkling, and she said anxiously:
"I'm not greedy."
Brother Huang wouldn't think she was greedy, she wasn't.
Song Pian chuckled lightly.
The guard of honor continued to move forward.
After the prince's guard of honor, Song Yingguang whispered:
"Mother concubine, the royal brother is doing well." She thought for a while and used the words from the book, "Xia Ziyueyun."
He Qiuchan pulled her hair behind her ears for her, recalling that day when the prince was in front of the dragon couch, he saved her own life with a single word, she fell silent, and sighed softly:
"Your eldest brother, is indeed very good."
Song Piantao left these behind and walked to the East Palace.
The main hall was exceptionally quiet.
The woman's intuition came into play, and Song Pian stomped her feet. She lightened her pace and walked inside.
"Your Highness is back?"
Under the window, Beauty Leng was playing with a flower basket and called lazily.
"Um."
Song Pian's eyes circled around her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She relieved her heart and smiled: "I was about to tell you about the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
Feng Yuexian raised her eyes, her black eyes seemed like anger but not anger, and her red lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"I already know."
"Your legs are fast."
Feng Yuexian was able to know everything about the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and Song Pian was not surprised and didn't mind, but the speed was too fast.
I don't know how Feng Yuexian trains his subordinates. Should Luo Chen learn from the Feng family and improve the work efficiency of the dark guard
"Crack."
The silver scissors in Feng Yuexian's hand moved, and the voice was exceptionally clear and neat, interrupting Song Pian's thoughts.
She looked up and saw Feng Yue holding a magnificent peony in full bloom.
The peony swirled in her hand, but she didn't look at the flowers, only herself.
"Is it because my people are too fast, or is it that His Royal Highness lingers."
"Listening to Xiao Shizi, he passed in front of Songyang Palace and saw His Highness, He Jieyu, and the second princess, and they had a good chat?"
"… "
"Never."
It turned out to be because of this, Song Pian didn't do anything, her heart was open, she walked over and explained seriously:
"It's just that the princess wanted to taste the food of the East Palace, so she said a few more words."
"Oh? How did His Highness get back?"
Is it necessary to ask this question
Song Pian pondered carefully, normal uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters see children craving their own meals and snacks, and they will choose some for the children to take home to eat, right
Answer the question firmly.
Song Piangao thought about it again.
The most special thing about eating in the East Palace is that these are all for Fengyue to eat, and she personally instructed the small kitchen to make them.
Is this the difference
Just as Song Pianjiao came up with an idea, Feng Yue raised her free hand, and the peony flower was thrown by her and fell into her arms.
Is this in a hurry
Song Pian held the extremely gorgeous peony with the big mouth of the bowl, pondered for a while, and said:
"I told her that I want to send it to her, but how to send it depends on what the Crown Princess wants."
She blinked, and there was a rare joking wave in her eyes.
"This is the internal affairs of the East Palace. I don't care if the Crown Princess is here."
It's still like talk.
Feng Yuexian's blown-up fur was smoothed out.
She hooked her lips, twisted her slender waist, stood up, and was about to walk towards Song Piantao.
Xueqing walked into the hall and said quickly:
"His Royal Highness, the Lord of Qinghe County has entered the palace and is going to Mingshou Palace."
"… "
Hair exploded again.