Chapter 40: Once elected on the side of the king

For several days, Ye Tianling didn't come to Yanxi Palace. The Queen Mother was a little strange, and Qing Chen was even more worried. Seeing Eleven in the gap this day, he couldn't help asking, "How is the fourth brother these days?"
Eleven was asked strangely, and said: "What's the matter? Go up well, and you will no longer see people in the next, it's nothing."
Qing Chen gave a hum, and eleven looked at her face: "What's the matter, won't you be awkward with the fourth brother in Changlefang that day?"
Qing Chen raised his eyes slightly. If Ye Tianling was the son of Emperor Mu, and if Emperor Tian slaughtered his brother to seize the throne, how would Ye Tianling get along with Eleven in the future, and how would he treat Eleven? Thinking of this, she avoided it subconsciously, and replied with a smile: "It's okay...what's the awkwardness between Brother Si and I?"
Eleven gave her a deep look: "God is hesitating about mystery, you are strange."
Qing Chen smiled deliberately and relaxedly: "I am like this. Did you know me the first day?"
Eleven walked and said: "The first day I met you, I was crippled enough. It was burning fire and catching fish. At that time, I had a bad feeling."
Seeing him speaking with a serious face, Qing Chen suddenly stretched out three fingers and dangled him in front of his eyes: "You still owe me three demands, don't forget!"
Eleven shook his head: "I made friends accidentally. Your eldest lady speaks, why ask, I can do it naturally."
Seeing his heroic and hearty expression, Qing Chen couldn't help but feel a trace of fear for the future. At this moment, she actually regretted letting Ye Tianling see Mo Buping. If he knew nothing about the old things, at least there would be no hatred between the brothers, father and son.
After being silent for a while, she asked eleven: "Really what I say, you will agree?"
Eleven smiled and said, "You said."
Qing Chen shook his head: "Not now, I mean later."
On the eleventh, she asked seriously, and put aside her playful air, and said: "If I promised you, I agreed, and I won't regret it."
Qing Chen said: "No matter what?"
Eleventh Way: "No matter what."
Qing Chen said again: "Aren't you afraid of me making troubles unreasonably?"
Eleven asked back: "Will you?"
Qing Chen looked at him calmly, smiled low, and shook his head.
Eleventh Road: "Although you don't know what you are worried about, there is a way for the car to reach the mountain. Since it's a future thing, why worry about tomorrow. How can you be so afraid?"
Qing Chen sighed slightly, and tomorrow's sorrow came to tomorrow's sorrow. Eleven was more transparent than her: "Qing Chen is taught."
The eleven parties wanted to tease her, but they stopped suddenly.
Not far from the front, Ye Tianling stood alone, quietly looking at the lotus pond palace that was close at hand.
The original wide bluestone corridor of the Forbidden Palace was narrowed by the high red walls on both sides. When you looked up, you could see a blue sky, clean and transparent, but very far away.
Ye Tianling seems to have been standing here for a long time, standing alone in silence, the sky is high and the earth is wide, the world is big, but everywhere is cold, he is alone.
Qing Chen was trying to break this loneliness out loud. Eleven had already strode forward and shouted "Fourth Brother!" excitedly, and her energetic smile immediately warmed the surrounding air.
Ye Tianling turned around to see him, and replied, "I haven't left the palace yet?"
Eleven: "No, I met Qing Chen and walked around."
Ye Tianling's gaze stopped for a moment at Qing Chen's place, and he still said to eleven: "If you are free to ponder the affairs of Northern Xinjiang, the emperor's father looked at the article that proposed the establishment of the Duhu Mansion, and maybe he will ask these days. Then, you must have a bottom in your heart."
Eleven answered: "I have to discuss this matter with my fourth brother. Who in northern Xinjiang knows better than my fourth brother?"
Ye Tianling nodded slightly, and then suddenly said, "Didn't you talk about Juyuanfang's bow all day? I asked Long March to order a long and short bow. It was sent yesterday. You can try it out in your free time. I don’t think it fits well, I think it may not be as good as your original pair."
Eleven smiled and said: "I just talked casually, Brother Si remembered it."
Seeing that Ye Tianling's expression was the same as before, Qing Chen could not help but admire his forbearance. Hearing how much he took care of Eleven as always, his anxiety slowly faded away. At this time, Ye Tianling turned her head and asked her: "How is the emperor grandmother these days?"
Qing Chen said: "I was thinking about it, so I went to have a look. It won't take long."
Even though he said that he wanted Ye Tianling to see the Queen Mother, Ye Tianling knew she was referring to the Lotus Pond Palace. He moved his eyes lightly and said lightly, "Yeah."
Qing Chen knew that he had been intractable for so many years, so he didn't say anything. Suddenly seeing Baguio walking quickly at the end of the corridor, he said to Qing Chen from a distance: "Princess, the emperor's imperial decree has arrived at Yanxi Palace, go back and receive the decree!" While speaking, he greeted Ye Tianling and the others. .
"Imperial edict?" Qing Chen was stunned, "what?"
Eleventh Road: "You are confused, and the imperial decree has not been announced, how would she know?"
Ye Tianling said: "Who will declare the decree?"
Baguio replied: "His Royal Highness, it's General Manager Sun, the house attendant, who has been waiting in Yanxi Palace for a while."
Ye Tianling said to Qing Chen: "Go and take the order first, let me know if you have anything in time."
Qing Chen agreed: "What can be done, it must be Luan Fei's business. At most, my sister will be reprimanded."
Ye Tianling and Eleven looked at each other, both worried. Qing Chen smiled and retreated first.
When I entered Yanxi Palace, I didn't want Ye Tianzhan to be here, talking with Sun Shi with a smile. Ye Tianzhan came to Yanxi Palace to see Qing Chen because of Yin Caiqian's remarks that day. When he met Sun Shi who came to proclaim the imperial decree, he asked a few questions. Sun Shi only replied respectfully. After all, he couldn't find out the Emperor of Heaven. What purpose. At this moment when Qing Chen came back, Sun Shi said: "The saint has a will, please accept the order from the princess."
Qing Chen looked at Ye Tianzhan, and saw that he shook his head slightly, knowing that he was unclear, and knelt down.
Sun Shimian stood south, unfolded the Huanglong Jinbo, and said loudly: "Today there is the daughter of the Feng family, Qingchen, who has been named the princess of Qingping, who is talented and intelligent, wise, gentle, gentle, gentle, and ethical. I have both talents and won my heart..." With this series of praises, Qing Chen's heart became more and more disturbed, and was finally shocked by the next words, "With his temporary post of Xiuyi, he will follow the post of Zhiyuan Hall... …"
Qing Chen hardly heard anything behind, and knelt there with her back straight, her hands slowly clenching on the bluestone ground, suppressing the waves in her heart. It wasn't until Sun Shi said "Qin this!" She slowly said: "Feng Qingchen takes the decree to thank you." Knocking and accepting the decree.
Sun Shi put away the seriousness of the decree, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the princess."
Qing Chen faintly thanked him, but kept her eyes down, for fear of revealing the turbulent emotions in her heart. No matter how clever and intelligent she was, she never guessed that such an imperial decree was under the emperor. Luan Fei has just been convicted and imprisoned, and is still in a coma. The prince confines Songyutai and has not dealt with it. A repair ritual has been abolished in front of Feng's house a few days ago. The whole dynasty is speculating whether Feng's family has lost the imperial heart. The Emperor of Heaven had set up another daughter of the Feng family to follow him, fearing that no one had expected it.
Sun Shina's steady voice continued: "The Lord means that the princess will invite to the Zhiyuan Hall today, and he will drive to the court tomorrow. The room cost has been sent to take care of it."
Qing Chen was silent for a moment: "I see."
Sun Shi took the two servants who had come to declare the decree and left, and only Qing Chen and Ye Tianzhan remained in the huge main hall of Yanxi Palace.
The cold sweat in Qing Chen's palm had soaked the heavy imperial decree, and she could even feel the thick black silk on the silk melted away, taking root in the silk lines.
Slowly leaning on the towering Yingzhu, she laughed and laughed, turning her hands into clouds, and covering her hands with rain. This is the Ninth-Five Supreme. Retirement is used as punishment, and then grace is added to show that the favor is still there, trust is increased, the way of the emperor is free in the hands of the emperor, who can turn out this palm?
Since stepping into the Dazheng Palace, Qing Chen completely understood that she and Feng Family would never be separated.
At the moment Ye Tianzhan heard the imperial edict, hundreds of emotions flashed in his warm eyes. He saw that Qing Chen's expression was wrong, and said softly: "Qing Chen, father is so graceful, what's wrong with you? "
Grace... Qing Chen raised his eyes to look at Ye Tianzhan, his complicated gaze flickered in her gaze, leaving only a faint smile. Qing Chen also frowned silently. After Luan Fei's accident, the post of Xiuyi was very popular, and both the Yin family and the Wei family were determined to win. I thought that the Feng family had finally planted a big somersault under the control of the inside and outside, but they didn't know that the Sacred Heart would not move, but it would be flourishing. Although he didn't see how Feng Yan acted, Qing Chen had a deep understanding of his methods. As soon as he returned to Beijing yesterday, today the Emperor of Heaven made such a decree. This veteran and important minister in the center, Yu Jun's heart has acquired the true meaning of samādhi, and he is wise to the extreme in silence. I just don't know if he had already expected the situation today when he deliberately arranged for himself to be the maid of Yanxi Palace.
Qing Chen grinned reluctantly: "It is indeed a grace to the Feng family. Just entering the Zhiyuan Palace will not be as comfortable as in the Yanxi Palace. It does not seem to be a very grace to me."
Ye Tian Zhanyun's breezy eyes reflected Qing Chen's smile, and said: "When you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh."
Qing Chen smiled slightly, but still maintained the soft curvature of her red lips: "I don't like crying and mourning."
Ye Tianzhan walked slowly in the hall for a few steps: "You don't want this will?"
Qing Chen glanced at Zhichun Pavilion, half serious and half joking: "Being a cultivator is not only uncomfortable, but even lifelong events can only be controlled by the emperor. Luan Fei is still lying there unconscious. , A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future, is this ritual repair good?"
Ye Tianzhan stopped in front of her, thought for a while and said, "There is still something to consider in this plan."
Qing Chen asked: "How to say?"
Ye Tianzhan smiled faintly at her: "The decree talks about temporary repairs. Since it is temporary, all rules can be determined by circumstances. If there are changes at this time, such as giving marriage, it is not necessary to follow the routine. ."
"Gift the marriage?" Qing Chen was startled, and Ye Tianzhan looked at her lightly, "Yes, I just thought about it. Maybe you can only be free if you ask for the marriage."
Qing Chen was slightly startled, and hurriedly said, "Isn't it asking for trouble if you ask for this kind of will?"
Ye Tianzhan said: "I didn't say just do it right away, what are you afraid of?" With handsome eyes like water, he looked at Qing Chen and smiled leisurely.
Qing Chen said: "I'm not afraid, I..."
"It's okay if you don't be afraid." Ye Tianzhan intercepted the words behind her, "Since I am going to Zhiyuan Hall today, there must be a lot of arrangements to explain, you go quickly, don't delay." He walked outside. He stopped and turned around and said: "Caiqian has been spoiled by her uncle in lawlessness since she was a child, and I am used to indulging her, so sometimes her temper is a little bit stubborn. Please bear with me. Also... I am afraid that there will be no such intention from the Wei family. If you can't avoid it, bear with it."
"If you can hide, you will hide." Qing Chen replied absently. Seeing Ye Tianzhan emerge from Yanxi Palace, she was standing alone in front of the palace, and her robes were fluttered by the cold wind, but the wave-like emotions in her heart gradually calmed down. She bowed her head and unfolded the sacred decree of the yellow silk, and read it again and again, with a self-deprecating smile under her lips and eyes. The calmness is still not enough. Before, I asked Ye Tianling if he ever thought about losing anything. Now I am afraid I have to ask myself. The bigger the game, the bigger the chips. Since I chose to enter the game, I knew there would be such a day. There are gains and losses. Between gains and losses, knowing is the same thing. When it happens, there will still be struggles and resistance in all kinds of unspeakable feelings.
This is the contradiction of people's hearts.
The will in his hand should be said to have opened an entrance for that road. Since he has already set foot on this road, there is no reason to look forward and backward. Ye Tianzhan's words just turned into deep sighs and worries in his heart, Qing Chen slowly put the imperial decree in his hands, and when he raised his head, the afterglow of the setting sun on the towering Taiji Hall slowly reflected in her calm smile.
The winter days are short, and the evening sun sinks into the West Mountain early. The magnificent palace converges to the magnificence of the day under the night, and the shadow of the dark palace undulates.
Several bright candles were lit on the nine-petal nasturtium candlestick. Qing Chen was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, her maid twirling her long hair high, and her pure face was reflected in the mirror, with a faint brilliance.
The two maids behind her carefully tied the tapes for her, one of them smiled and said, "The princess wears this dress, so beautiful that people can't remove their eyes."
Clouds and golden cicada wings draped in silk, long-breasted and wide-sleeved Ming purple palace dress, tailored appropriately to draw the waist down, dark silver pattern hovering on it, smooth and ethereal, reflecting the ice muscle and jade in the mirror brightly, with the usual Xianya in Yanxi Palace is very different. Qing Chen moved unaccustomedly, and his hair fell back sinking, forcing people to raise their necks at any time, with a dignified manner.
Qing Chen sighed lightly, straightened his collar, and straightened up: "Let's go." Turning and following the waiter who had been waiting outside, he walked to the propaganda room where the emperor looked to the emperor.
Because Zhiyuan Hall was the place where the Emperor of Heaven lived in his daily life, the servant palace Edu had more rules than other places, everyone was cautious, and the huge palace seemed quiet and solemn.
A warm brazier was burning in the propaganda room, and the servant led Qingchen inside. When Sun Shi saw her, Gongsheng said to the Emperor: "Your Majesty, Qingping Princess is here."
Qing Chen bowed his knees: "Your Majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven was leaning on the couch and was writing something with a vermilion pen. He only raised his head when he heard the words, and casually said: "The zhezi over there, take a look for me first."
Qing Chen looked at the hill-like memorial on the golden nanmu long case, slightly surprised, took the order and walked to the long table to sit down, flipped through it, and sighed. This is already the most important screening of the three provinces. There are so many. No wonder the Emperor asked her to visit Zhiyuan Hall today. The memorials are accumulated, and it takes a long time to look through them, not to mention the processing one by one. appropriate. Presumably Luan Fei has been with the Emperor for so many years, and he has not been favored in vain.
She condensed her mind and focused on all these clichés. Fortunately, these kinds of government affairs were not unfamiliar. In the past, she had seen these more than once in the Palace of Cham, and she had chatted with Ye Tianzhan, so she had an eyebrow. While picking out the important memorabilia, she drew out the outline and attached it, putting some of them in the hands of the Emperor.
The Emperor didn't have a word, so Qing Chen continued to accompany him and fetched the arranged memorials one by one. I don't know how long it has passed, Sun Shi whispered: "Your Majesty, it's almost the second update, it's time to rest."
The emperor said, "Hey," he stood up before the case, walked to the picture of Huangyu Jiangshan on the wall, and suddenly asked: "Why is the manuscript of Nanjing Houwen'an put together with the military affairs of Beijiang? "
Qing Chen knew that he was asking her, and bowed his head and replied: "The border of northern Xinjiang has always been under the jurisdiction of Beiyan Hou. The affairs of the princes are closely related and affect the whole body. The details can affect the overall situation, so the memorials involving the princes All are classified into one category for your majesty's reference."
The Emperor of Heaven said again: "What's the meaning of picking out the report of the Pingli epidemic?"
Qing Chen replied: "The Relief Department's report on the report of the Pingli epidemic detailed the current relief methods. Some measures are afraid that they will be harmful and useless and need to be considered."
"Oh?" The Emperor turned around, "Then you are talking about the spread of the plague in the Pingli area and it will last for a few months. What should I do?"
Qing Chen thought for a while and said: "I just read the memorial of the Relief Division and said that the plague-infected people'headache and fatigue, aversion to cold and strong heat, sore throat, high fever and faintness, ignorance of personnel, ten deaths nine out of ten'. The most frightening thing is that it spreads rapidly. Once contaminated, there is no escape. Once the epidemic has occurred, the Relief Department can only prevent it, so it cannot be controlled at all. The epidemic area should be sealed off first, and the people in the epidemic area must also be strict. It is forbidden to gather in groups and continue to spread because of the immune situation. The saying in the memorial that "the plague gods do evil, the yin and yang are out of order" is really nonsense. The people often ask witch doctors for random diagnosis and treatment, and the disease will be delayed. If the doctors are not dispatched in time to distribute medicines, I'm afraid it will be delayed. Also, the dead patients should be properly handled, preferably cremation, to cut off the source of the spread of the plague."
At this point, the Emperor of Heaven frowned suddenly, and Qing Chen stopped. The Emperor looked at her: "Go on."
Qing Chen continued: "The causes of the epidemic are different. I don't dare to talk about the prescriptions, but there are a few medicines that can prevent one or two. Can the imperial court buy medicines and distribute them among the people? Decoction and drinking with water can prevent problems before they happen. Pingli is located in the suburbs of Beijing, less than a hundred miles away from the sky. Eighty-one squares inside and outside Tiandu should be guarded.
After listening to her, the Emperor of Heaven meditated for a while and said: "In the tenth year of the Qing Dynasty, there was a major epidemic in Jingzhou. Nearly 200,000 people were crippled before and after, and they were on the road. After the epidemic, it caused great chaos. Ping. I don't want to have another epidemic in Pingli this time, I am very worried."
Qing Chen recalled for a moment, and said: "The ancient books of the Imperial Hospital have records of the plague in the tenth year of Qing Dynasty. That time it should be the plague, which is different from this time. The spread of the epidemic will inevitably affect the livelihoods of the people. If relief, tax cuts, free warehouses, and porridge factories are set up while treating the epidemic, it can alleviate the hardship in the epidemic area, calm people's hearts, and resume production.
The emperor thought for a while, nodded and said: "Just like this, I will make an order for me to give to the Relief Department, and he will allocate 300,000 taicang silver to the Ministry of Households, start powder medicine, and apply for treatment. What is the situation, I will know every day."
Qing Chen complied with the order, halfway through writing, and suddenly raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, the Feng family is willing to donate a thousand liang of silver for disaster relief. Although it is only a drop in the money, it can also help the treasury." Although this was not discussed with Feng Yan, this Feng Yan should have lighted the lantern in his heart for the matter of winning the Sacred Heart. The Feng family doesn't lack this little silver, but the money can't be donated too much, it can only go as far as it will go.
Sun Shi immediately followed: "The old slave is also willing to donate this month's salary to share the worries for your majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven said with satisfaction: "It's rare that you have a heart. Sun Shi, if we continue to pass on the will, I will directly transfer the cost of this month to the Relief Division. Except for the Queen Mother, the cost of each palace is halved to help the victims."
Sun Shi hurriedly said: "How can you be wronged with your majesty and the palace women?"
The emperor said: "The people are distressed, I have trouble sleeping and eating, you go and handle it."
Sun Shi could no longer persuade. Qing Chen made a good decree and said to the Emperor of Heaven: "Your Majesty sets an example, and the princes and ministers will understand your Majesty's painstaking efforts. Why don't you worry about the epidemic situation if you work together? It is late at night, and your Majesty, please rest. It will be early in the morning."
The Emperor looked at her: "Well, yes, you will follow me tomorrow morning, go down and rest."