Feng Zhi smiled slightly, and answered quickly and clearly, "To each other."
The two looked at each other, their eyes were cold and cold, then Feng Zhi entered slightly and she left.
In an instant, Feng Zhiwei understood that Concubine Qing had no scruples about exposing her background to Emperor Tiansheng—Concubine Qing herself is also a descendant of Xuefutu, and she was afraid that Feng Zhiwei also had relevant evidence in her hands, and she was also afraid of revealing Feng Zhiwei's background. If Emperor Sheng asked her how she knew, how should she explain it to a concubine who "has a clean background and lived in a deep palace for a long time"
A person like Concubine Qing is cautious and vicious, she will not put herself in a dangerous place first in order to overwhelm the enemy.
She lifted the heavy curtains and kowtowed to the emperor who was on the sick bed, and the emperor extended his hand to her happily.
After a while, the servant raised the curtain, Feng Zhi smiled slightly and withdrew, and said as he walked, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, although my wife is soft-spoken, she will definitely do her little bit for the dynasty."
The emperor laughed hoarsely, and said, "You are a good boy, I believe you."
The heavy curtain fell again, Feng Zhiwei exited the bedroom, and when she turned around, the smile on the corner of her lips became a bit more serious.
Sure enough, he guessed right, Emperor Tiansheng's idea hit Huzhuo Grassland's head. He wanted to send troops to the grassland to attack Changning Fan on the front line of Longshuiguan, so that the imperial army, which was attacked by enemies, could concentrate on dealing with the Huofeng rebels.
Feng Zhiwei walked out of the dormitory quickly under the guidance of the servants, and walked through the palace all the way, when she passed Ning'an Palace, she stopped.
Looking at the tightly closed crimson palace gate, the corners of the eaves are dark green, the moss under the corners is bright, and a branch of peach blossoms protrudes eagerly.
In her eyes, it was only that year, the Ning'an Palace in the heavy snow that year.
It was the bed that was stained with mother's blood that year, it was the two coffins side by side in the solitary room that year, it was the everlasting lamp that year, it was the peach tree in the backyard of Ning'an Palace with brown branches piled up When the snow fell, the handwriting on the snow was melted by her cold hands.
She quietly looked at the corner of the palace eaves, the conversation in the emperor's bedroom just now floated in her mind.
"Zhiwei, the Huofeng Army actually set up troops in the name of taking revenge on the female commander and seized southern Fujian. It's absurd, really absurd!"
"Your Majesty, you don't need to be angry. It's just a rebellion against the army to confuse the public. Why did my mother die... My wife knows best. Your Majesty is the most benevolent and righteous to my mother, and loves Zhiwei. He is deeply benevolent and virtuous. It is rare for ancient and modern sages to rebel. Slandering my emperor with false words is really a crime worthy of death!"
Tian Shengdi's cloudy old eyes stared at her closely, and a trace of relief flashed across his eyes.
"Once these rebels make trouble, they just find a reason for it. I have a clear conscience. Why should I be afraid of minor slander? Just remembering that I have shown such kindness to Huofeng and Hua Qiong, they can still fight each other. It is really chilling. "
"Your Majesty, otherwise, the minister's wife, as the orphan of the female commander, went to the Huofeng Army to show her righteousness?"
"No need, the army is like iron, and they may not listen to you, a woman. If you want you to take risks alone, I... can't bear it."
Is it reluctant, or dare not? Afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain
In the emperor's heart, there is still some doubts, right
Asking the grassland to send troops to help is to test her, to see how loyal she is.
Feng Zhiwei smiled faintly, and walked out of the palace quickly.
Back in the mansion, of course she can't go back to the Wei mansion now, but when He Lianzheng was the proton in the imperial capital, she had a magnificent mansion, so she lived in it logically.
In the mansion, he wrote a letter to Grassland, clearly repeating Tiansheng Emperor's words to Mudanhua, and then it was passed on by the steward in a dignified manner, via the imperial post station on a fast horse.
This letter was the statement that Emperor Tiansheng was waiting for. Instead of letting him secretly send someone to intercept and peek at it, it is better to take the most grand and bright route.
As for whether it is necessary to write a secret letter before making other instructions.
No need.
Peony will know what to do.
Feng Zhiwei raised her face, looking in the direction of Beijiang, there was someone riding a horse coming from the faint sky, with a bright smile on her face.
After delivering the letter, she returned to the mansion. Everything in the mansion has not been touched, and it retains the rough and casual style of Helian's life. She has no intention of changing it, even if it hurts to see the bows and knives he used. With a deep heart, she will force herself to watch and live, just watching soberly and not letting go, like those relatives who are in the sky, always watching her every move with their eyes open.
She is not alone, she is a sacrificed soul before those things are done.
The evening wind blew up, and the peach blossoms on the branches were blown, and the courtyard was full of red. She was silent in the spring night tea, waiting for a news.
Someone approached gently, with strange steps, which is the unique frequency of Xuefutu.
Zong Chen stayed in the grassland, and now the people in charge of the Blood Buddha Tu by her side are only named after numbers, each perform their own duties and do not belong to each other. Regulatory, this "Ah San" is responsible for the collection and transmission of information in the palace area, and is currently in charge of monitoring Concubine Qing.
"Master." A soft voice behind him said, "She has left the palace."
Feng Zhiwei suddenly turned around.
Didn't Concubine Qing hide by the emperor's side every step of the way? Why are you leaving the palace at this moment
"Where are you going?"
"Siming Lane in the south of the city."
Siming Lane in the south of the city, Shenshui Street in the west of Beijing, where the two major officials and aristocrats in Beijing live together, who is Concubine Qing looking for
Feng Zhiwei's expression pondered, normally it is doubtful that Concubine Qing would leave the palace at this time, but her chance to leave the palace is too rare, she would not be reconciled to letting it go like this.
Concubine Qing was the chief culprit of Helian's death, allowing her to live to this day, she could hardly sleep or eat.
"lead the way."
A few figures came out of the Shunyi Prince's mansion silently and swept across the night sky.
Concubine Qing's figure is easy to recognize. She and her subordinates have improved the Xuefutu martial arts with a female style, and their waists are twisted in a unique style. From a distance, Feng Zhiwei can see that strange Concubine Qing flits over the peach blossom treetops with the rhythm.
Compared with the last time, her lightness kung fu has improved again, and the life in the imperial palace has not let her put down her kung fu.
How can such a woman be satisfied with the status of a concubine
Feng Zhiwei followed her from a distance, and saw her go over many roof ridges, walking further and further away, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.