"Master Duan," when we walked to the backyard, a guard rushed out to greet Duan Feihong. While saluting Duan Feihong, he bowed and said, "Master Yan said that Master Duan will come over today, so let's get ready early in the morning."
Duan Feihong glanced at the study room with flickering candlelight and asked the guard: "How are you, Prince Huai?"
"Master Duan, Prince Huai is doing well these days." The guard said hurriedly.
"Where is the princess?" Duan Feihong asked again.
The guard said hurriedly: "My lord, the concubine is really not very good. A few days ago, there was something wrong with the concubine. She smiled foolishly at a flower tree for a long time, and the subordinates hurriedly asked people to do it. The imperial doctor was invited, but when the imperial doctor came, she returned to normal. But this morning, Princess Huai began to smile foolishly again. She looked like she was more serious than last time. The subordinates looked at it and were afraid that it was not right. good."
Duan Feihong nodded: "I understand, you go and prepare. Someone from Zitai Hospital will come later and take the princess out of the house to rest."
"Yes, I obey." The guard hurriedly bowed and sent people to the backyard to prepare.
Duan Feihong came to the door of the study. The two guards at the door of the study were so busy that they opened the door. Duan Feihong looked at the person behind the desk who was studying seriously at the desk from a distance, and walked in step by step.
"Your Majesty," Duan Feihong bowed slightly, saluted Lu Zhiyue, and said in a neutral tone, "My subordinate Duan Feihong, the Minister of Rites, has met Your Majesty."
"What are you doing here?" Lu Zhiyue raised his head, glanced at Duan Feihong, and smiled sarcastically while turning the pages of the book, "Is it possible that Mr. Duan has been ordered to come to teach me etiquette again? I just don't know that this time, Princess What terrible mistake did you make again? Whose order did Master Duan take?"
Lu Zhiyue said this for a reason. The last time Duan Feihong came to visit, he was ordered by Lu Mingwei to teach the prince etiquette. The reason was that the Crown Princess Wei's words and deeds in the palace were shady and violated Princess Ning and Princess Linglong. However, This was seven years ago.
"Your Majesty's memory is really good," Duan Feihong said with a smile, pulling out his chair, shaking out his robe and sitting opposite Lu Zhiyue, looking at Lu Zhiyue at leisure, "I just don't know if Your Majesty still remembers why Your Majesty." Imprisoned here?"
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been the truth since ancient times. What's there to say?" Lu Zhiyue sneered and looked at Duan Feihong with raised eyebrows. "Is it possible that Master Duan is here to add insult to injury today? This is not the magnanimity of Master Duan. "
"Your Majesty, you are exaggerating. Duan is just a common man and thinks he has no magnanimity at all." Duan Feihong curled his lips, looked at the book in Lu Zhiyue's hand with great interest, and suddenly smiled, "Oh? Your Majesty actually likes it. Watching "Xuanwumen Mutiny"? No wonder the prince could do such a rebellious thing as killing his own brother."
"I didn't kill Prince Gong!" Lu Zhiyue suddenly threw the "Xuanwumen Mutiny" on the ground. He gritted his teeth and waited for Duan Feihong, his eyes red, "The Qian Lei that Princess Gong was looking for Who is the Taoist priest Guan? Why did the meal at Jingren Palace contain astragalus? How did Prince Gong die? We both know it in our hearts! How can you be so shameless? Mention it?”
"How did Prince Gong die? Shouldn't the prince know best?" Duan Feihong looked at Lu Zhiyue's expression attentively, seeming to be very satisfied, and gently tapped the smooth chair handle with his fingers.