People's eyes changed slowly, and their eyes naturally fell on the black that opposes the snow. Only then was they shocked to discover that there were peerless men in Kyoto with different styles and appearances on the streets recently.
This kind of visual feast makes the people of Kyoto feel happy. They are deeply proud that they are the people of Kyoto, because besides them, there are also people of that city in this world who can enjoy this visual feast inadvertently. That was King Li of the Li Palace, King Chong of the Chong Palace, and a legendary Princess Li.
"The King of County Fan really got better, and Lord Li looked pretty healthy."
"That's the best of Princess Li's medical skills."
"That's that."
After the three people got into the carriage, such talks spread in the market in an endless stream. All of a sudden, I saw three legends, which made the people of Kyoto City feel a little overly excited, and for a while, it was as lively as the Chinese New Year.
In this kind of excitement, this carriage has already driven to Louyue Pass.
Then in the private room at Louyue Pass, the three of them sat down quietly. Yun Ling didn't know what happened between Sheng Qi and Sheng Fanhua, but she would like to see the relationship between the two uncles and nephews at this moment. Although they are not real uncles and nephews, they are always direct descendants of the Sheng family. Especially when the attitude of that person in the imperial palace had some other things, she preferred to be closer to Prince Chong's Mansion and Prince Li's Mansion.
"How is your body? Do you feel that your joints are stiff and your muscles are loose and weak?" Yun Ling asked naturally the key. For people who have been bedridden for a long time, these two problems are most likely to occur.
"It's all okay, because the old man pinches a few hands every day, and he moves his tibia, which is naturally very mobile." Sheng Fanhua smiled, and there was a bit of pride and warmth in that smile. But the tone was disrespectful and looked very dull.
"Since it's all right, the north has been a bit messy recently. This king has suggested to the military department that you will report back later." Sheng Qi, like an elder, directly set the task for Sheng Fanhua.
When Sheng Fanhua heard this, he immediately became annoyed: "Damn! Bullying! Are you worried that I will stay in Kyoto and cheat your little wife away?"
"Did you cheat away?" Sheng Qi retorted upright.
Sheng Fanhua lowered his head, a little weak and said, "You can't cheat."
"That's not enough." Sheng Qi sneered arrogantly, and the triumph on the corners of his mouth was obvious. Seeing Yun Ling rubbed his brows, he cooked the wine silently.
"Can you not go." Sheng Fanhua struggled to death.
"No." Sheng Qi seemed to have the courage to stand up and call the shots, and when it came out, it was refreshing.
Sheng Fanhua picked up the glass and took a sip of warm wine, which warmed his whole body. He looked at the empty wine glass with complicated eyes, but after raising his head, he stood up and solemnly bowed to Sheng Qi, "Thank you."
Yun Ling Qingdai slightly frowned, with some certain guesses in her heart, but she still did not ask.
Sheng Qi sat and accepted the prosperous worship, because he deserved it.
"Going to the north, military merit is important, but more important is to stabilize the people's hearts." Sheng Qi still held the posture of the elders, telling Sheng Fuhua about the military. The latter is also listening very carefully, and asks two sentences from time to time.
Yun Ling could hear that although Sheng Huahua did not want to go, he had worked hard on the situation in the north. And before that, Sheng Qi must have not told him this instruction. It can be seen that today's prosperity is very serious about the situation of the court. This change is quite different from the previous style.
The snow outside the window was falling layer by layer, the sunlight was completely covered by the thick clouds, and the ground began to accumulate snow. And this conversation lasted for a long time. Yun Ling had been responsible for cooking wine during this period, and only had a few small chats with Sheng Fuhua at the end.
After returning to the palace, Wang Chong came over and talked with Sheng Qi in the study for a long time. In the past two years, Prince Li's Mansion has had no visitors at all. However, after that, King Chong and King Fan Jun were regular visitors to the palace, which is another story.
When Sheng Qi returned to the room, he found that his young wife was sitting in front of the case, neither writing nor counting banknotes, let alone reading, and there was a panic in his heart.
"Ling'er, why haven't you slept yet?" Sheng Qi asked, knowing he asked nonsense. After self-injury, they have never slept separately, which has become a habit early on.
Yun Ling raised her eyes and looked at Sheng Qi, who had a somewhat stiff complexion. She stood up and was about to speak, but she couldn't help but feel nauseated. She only remembered that she hadn't counted the silver bills today.
"Okay, okay, don't I say it won't work?" Sheng Qi saw Yun Ling's complexion changed a little, thinking she was doing things for prosperity, so he planned to confess herself without questioning.
"I saw some secret techniques about the return of the soul in the books in the mausoleum, so I often went to Chongwang Mansion to do this in the past two months."
"What about Helian Fanjian?" Yun Ling asked, holding back his disgust.
"It's still Helian Fanjian, he is in Fengcheng."
"How is this going?"
"To put it simply, the previous Helian Fanzhan was considered a fusion of two souls, and now they are separated and returned to their trajectory. The prosperous master did not mean to harm him, but he was assigned by Lingqing to treat the former Helian Fan. Jhin has done it."
"Helian Fanjin was unconscious in the past, but he was actually passive?"
"Yes, now it's just their respective positions."
Yun Ling roughly understood that Master Lingqing had obviously spent a lot of effort on the layout of this scene. Not to mention that more than half of the four hundred and eighty temples in Jiuqu Mountain belonged to Lingshan Guan. It is also a great ability to say that under the eyes of the Queen Mother in Fengcheng, it is also a great ability to make her precious son a bed for several years.
"What did you pay?" Yun Ling was also concerned about this.
"It's just some hard work." Sheng Qi waved his hand carelessly, but Yun Ling walked out of the table when he heard that Qian Ying came to him.
Sheng Qi subconsciously protected his chest, and said with some caution: "What are you doing?"
"Giving up unnecessary resistance." Yun Ling stretched out his hand to untie Sheng Qi's robe while speaking.
Sheng Qi held the soft little hand: "So anxious? This king hasn't bathed yet."
"I'll help you."
"How embarrassing it is."
"Nothing, I will always be your wife."
"That's true." Sheng Qi was pulled into the bath room by Yun Ling, and his robes were naturally untied piece by piece. And on his chest, there was a pink scar.
"I'm good at concealing things." Yun Ling stretched out his hand and stroked the pink scar, knowing that he might be desperately taking medicine for the past two months, just because the injury healed faster. It's just that she often comes into contact with medicinal materials, so she is not sensitive to the slight medicinal smell on his body.
"Isn't I afraid that you are worried." Sheng Qi put his arms around his little wife's waist, her slightly cool thin lips pressed against the soft diamond lips, but she slapped them away with one hand.
"Then you can bear it, then continue to bear it." Yun Ling turned sideways, because he was completely relieved, the suppressed nausea rolled up. She hurriedly withdrew to the chamber pot aside, but the vomiting was a bit violent.