Concubine Shu didn't say anything, and went straight into the palace.
After they all went in, Yinhuan and Yinxiang waited outside the palace.
Before they sat down, Yang Yanjing suddenly started coughing.
"Yanjing, you've become a family from today. You have to consider the overall situation in everything. You can no longer play around like a child like before. You have to live a good life with your princess, understand? Look at your bones, what are you talking about?" When will you recover, when will you be tall, you have to take good care of my son when you go back, princess, and don't let his illness get worse."
The last sentence was addressed to Phoenix.
"The concubine obeys the order." Fenghuang nodded.
"The concubine knows, the concubine mother doesn't have to worry."
"You've finished all the medicine in the mansion. I'll ask them to deliver it to you later."
"Cough, cough, thank you, concubine mother."
Fenghuang suddenly became puzzled again. This peaceful scene is a normal way of getting along between mother and child. It seems that there is no problem. Could there be something tricky in it
"Yanjing, if your condition continues like this, it will be serious. I plan to give you another concubine and let them take care of you together. What do you think?"
Before Concubine Shu finished speaking, Yang Yanjing began to cough violently.
He was clutching his violently heaving chest, the veins on his forehead were exposed, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
"Listen, cough cough, listen... Wangfei's... cough cough." Yang Yanjing said angrily.
Fenghuang hurried forward and took out his handkerchief, and handed it to Yang Yanjing.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Yanjing covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and it seemed that some liquid was coughed out of his throat.
Spreading out the handkerchief and looking, it was shocking to see blood coughed up from the plain white handkerchief.
"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, let's leave this matter as it is, Fenghuang, help Yanjing go back to rest."
Even the tea is saved.
"yes."
Fenghuang got up and went over, slowly helped Yang Yanjing up, feeling his body trembling because of coughing, and walked out of the hall step by step.
Yinxiang and Yinhuan, who were waiting outside the palace, came up to meet him. Yinxiang turned pale with shock, "My lord, why did you get sick again? Didn't you just recover well?"
Several people helped Yang Yanjing out of Yushu Palace.
Yang Yanjing's coughing continued, and it seemed to be getting worse. The people who were supporting him looked at each other worriedly.
When walking on the long palace road, Yang Yanjing was still coughing and panting, and the passing palace ladies and eunuchs were all talking, "The seventh prince's illness is still so serious."
"It's strange that I have to be favored. Who would like to look like a sick child all day long?"
"You can't say that, they are all your own sons, how can you just ignore them." A little palace maid looked pitifully.
Yin Xiang swept over with a stern gaze, and the court ladies and eunuchs immediately closed their mouths and scattered.
When they finally arrived at the gate of the imperial city, the coachman was already waiting for them.
Once out of the palace gate, Fenghuang said, "Okay, my lord, they won't be able to hear you anymore."
Yang Yanjing's coughing stopped immediately.
Yinhuan stared and stared again and again, thinking, this prince's cough stopped no matter what, just now he seemed to be terminally ill...
Several people still supported him as before until they got into the carriage.
Yinhuan and Yinxiang sat in front with the coachman.
Only Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing were left in the carriage.
Huang looked at his face carefully, if it wasn't for what happened today, she really couldn't see the twists and turns between the little prince and concubine Shu.
Fenghuang's heart is not uncomplicated, even though she has seen so many worlds like her.
The minds of the ancient people are really unpredictable.
The carriage rolled away.
"My lord, today I saw a good show."
"How do you know?" Yang Yanjing asked suspiciously.
"Your cough sound was true at first, but after leaving the Yushu Palace, you can hear it..." "Of course, only a girl as smart as me can hear it." Fenghuang couldn't help adding.
Yang Yanjing immediately rolled his eyes.
"I won't say anything about today's matter." Fenghuang changed his tone and began to speak seriously, "Don't worry."
"What do you know?"
"I know what I need to know, but I will properly pretend to be deaf and dumb... You, don't you have anything to say..." Fenghuang stared closely at Yang Yanjing's beautiful brown eyes.
"It's not good to know too much, especially for a woman like you." Yang Yanjing said unhurriedly.
"What woman?" Fenghuang, who was sitting opposite Yang Yanjing, suddenly leaned over, and Lian just stopped in front of Yang Yanjing's face, staring at him.
Yang Yanjing didn't expect her to make such an action suddenly, and was stunned for a moment.
Hey, taking a closer look, this young man's skin is nothing short of good, well-maintained, fair and shiny, without any problems such as enlarged pores and blackheads that modern people have.
Just as Fenghuang wanted to get closer to study it carefully, he suddenly heard the person in front of him cough softly, as if reminding her.
Fenghuang suddenly came to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Yang Yanjing's fair face was already stained with a faint blush.
Ah, what did she do just now, to attack an underage child
Taking a step back, she sat back in her seat, cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment, "Well, my lord, can you not call me a woman, you have to call me a girl, or a girl, because we are not close yet Woolen cloth."
"Why, why?" Yang Yanjing seemed even more embarrassed.
"This is the rule of our hometown, you have to abide by it!" Fenghuang said confidently.
Fenghuang suddenly discovered that when there was no intrigue, this little prince would be as shy as a innocent and harmless little white rabbit.
Fenghuang suddenly said very seriously: "I am your princess now, of course I want to stand on the same boat as you, and I will rely on you, the Seventh Prince, in this life, and I will follow in your footsteps and follow you. So , If you have anything to say or something, you can choose to tell me, I will keep it absolutely confidential, and you and I are in the same alliance."
Although Fenghuang is not very happy to live in this kind of feudal system and machismo society, she is not the kind of person who does not know how to adapt. She will adapt to the society, protect herself wisely and survive as much as possible without harming her own interests. It would be utterly foolish to fight against this strange society and its excesses where you have no advantage.
Yes, she not only has to survive, but also to live out her splendor!
When Yang Yanjing saw her expressing her thoughts, the ripples in her heart rippled round and round.
A woman who just married herself can still believe in herself like this, why can't you? He thought resentfully.
That woman didn't like herself since she was a child, and only doted on her younger brother, but isn't he and the eighth brother the same? When the weather is cold, she only cares about whether the eighth brother is dressed thickly or not. After returning from school with the master, she only cares about whether the master has praised the eighth brother and whether he was punished.
And he, Yang Yanjing, even refused to greet him wherever he was punished. He suffered from cough since he was a child, but that woman was very concerned about the matter around him and took special care of his cough. But, after knowing it, he knew...
Just wait, I'll show you that your choice is wrong.
He withdrew his thoughts, only to see that Fenghuang's mouth was still opening and closing.
"I can help you, as long as you believe in me, I hope we can cooperate happily..." As he spoke, he saw the woman stretch out a slender wrist and hand it over.
What is this for? Yang Yanjing was stunned again.
After waiting for two seconds, but seeing no response from him, Fenghuang impatiently grabbed his right hand that was on his lap, and shook her own right hand.
"Okay, we've reached an initial alliance." Phoenix didn't let go of his hand immediately, "I will live a good life with you."
The reason why Fenghuang said this was to lay the foundation for their relationship, and secondly, she felt that this young man was too pitiful, if she hadn't guessed wrong today.
Yang Yanjing stared into her sincere eyes, time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The turmoil in his heart stirred up thousands of waves. Thoughts kept rising and falling.
"Cough, cough! Cough!" Yang Yanjing's unfocused eyes suddenly saw the Phoenix in front of him again.
A cough suddenly surged up in his chest.
"What's wrong?" Fenghuang still hadn't let go of his hand.
again? But now there is no one else around.
"My lord, are you real? Are you pretending?"
"Cough, cough, nonsense." Yang Yanjing gave her a blank look.
Fenghuang quickly took out the handkerchief and handed it to him.
When the people outside the carriage heard it, Yin Xiang worriedly asked through the curtain: "My lord, are you okay? Do you want a servant to come in and serve you?"
"No, cough, cough, go home as soon as possible."
"yes!"
The carriage picked up speed immediately, but it would not make the people in the carriage too bumpy.
"That woman is really vicious..." Phoenix couldn't help complaining.
Yang Yanjing glanced at her.
"Don't worry, I said that I will not talk nonsense. The most I did in my previous career was keeping secrets."
"Occupation?" Yang Yanjing asked doubtfully.
"It's what I do for a living to eat." Fenghuang explained.
"As far as I know, the second lady of the General's Mansion, Fenghuang, is the daughter of a thousand gold who stretches out her clothes and opens her mouth to eat. Would such a noble woman worry about eating?"
"Hey, don't worry about it so much, everyone has a last resort, who doesn't have a secret? Don't you also have things that you can't tell!"
After a few minutes of calm, Yang Yanjing started to cough again because of a few words.
"Ouch!" Caught off guard, Yang Yanjing sprayed another mouthful of blood on the silk handkerchief Phoenix handed over, staining the silk handkerchief in case it was plain white.
Just now in Concubine Shu's bedroom, she didn't know if he really coughed, but this time, it was true.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Every nerve in the throat was screaming, as if to tear her throat, preventing him from breathing.
Fenghuang had already sat beside him, rubbing his back and smoothing his breath.