Chapter 36: The Princess's Little Wife (04)

Passed out?
Feng Yuexian stood up, the skirt suddenly shook open.
She bowed her eyebrows and went to the side hall, drinking ice and snow hurriedly following behind.
Xu Jing was guarding Song Pianju. When Song Pianju was at the desk, she suddenly tilted and then fainted, frightening Xu Jing.
He subconsciously called the guards, and he had to rush Song Pianqi to the bed in the main hall, and reacted when the words were spoken.
This is a princess!
Princess Jiao Didi, a woman, how can the guard hold her in her arms and have skin-to-kin relationship?
When he turned his head and saw Xue Qing, his eyes lit up, and suddenly he remembered that if there were guards who didn't need Xue Qing to take the prince out, how could it be normal?
While being anxious, the palace attendant called the princess, Xu Jing couldn't hide his anxiety and said:
"Princess, look at this—"
Feng Yuexian's gaze fell on Song Pianju. She was lying slantingly on the table, and Yayu's long hair fluttered on the dark table, only a little white behind her neck.
Because he leaned forward and couldn't see the slight ups and downs of his chest, he was as beautiful as a person made of jade and lifeless.
Feng Yuexian speeded up her steps subconsciously, and Xu Jing hurriedly gave her way.
She approached, carefully placed Song Pianxiu's head against her chest, and then stomped Song Pianxiu up.
Song Pianqiu wore the black feathers around her arms, her clothes hanging down one after another, floating in front of Feng Yuexian.
Everyone else was dumbfounded.
Tai, the princess picked up the prince? ?
Feng Yuexian didn't care about the opinions of others, she hugged Song Pianzhen, walked into the main hall like a wind under her feet, and said quietly:
"Can you call the royal doctor?"
Xu Jing followed, hurriedly said: "I have sent someone to invite."
Feng Yuexian put Song Pianzhen on the bed, took off the soap boots, and ran her fingertips across her collar, staying for two breaths. After not moving her clothes, she pulled the quilt straight and covered it properly.
"Why haven't you arrived yet?"
Her voice cooled down, and the bright light in her eyes shot at Xu Jing like an ice arrow:
"The prince is sick, but there is no royal doctor guarding him in the East Palace?"
Xu Jing softened his legs and almost knelt down for the princess.
"Original, original is there..."
The sound of footsteps coming from outside rescued Xu Jing, and the doctor Jiang came in hurriedly, carrying the medicine box.
Feng Yuexian interrupted his salute and asked him to diagnose Song Pian's pulse first.
Jiang Feng examined the posterior path carefully, dripping water did not leak:
"Back to the princess, the prince is caused by an old illness, lack of blood and energy. I have been a little tired in the past two days, and I have taken a little attention, and it is not a big problem."
"About half an hour will be able to wake up, the prescription doesn't need to be changed, just as usual."
Tired? When are you tired?
Tired after walking two steps and sitting for a while?
Feng Yuexian only knew that the brothers and sisters were frail and sickly. How could she have thought that Song Pian hadn't blown the wind, so she fell ill.
The imperial physician who can be on duty in the East Palace must be the confidant of the prince, but at this time, he was not worried, and he was accustomed to it. He almost wrote "Don't worry, this is the daily state of the princess" on his face.
Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianju's white lips, then said instead:
"You just, who was called by you?"
"The Qi side concubine is a bit bad, so I'll go to see it with special names and important officials."
In the palace, apart from the prince, there are two princes from the two wise concubines. The younger one is the carrot dice. Whose concubine Qi is from is self-evident.
Feng Yuexian didn't say anything further, leaving the royal doctor to wait outside.
Xu Jing is afraid that there is a psychological shadow, for fear that in a blink of an eye, the princess is like Song Yu, what's wrong.
Moreover, he was not completely relieved of Feng Yuexian, so he guarded with Xueqing.
Feng Yuexian sat by the bed for a while. Seeing Xu Jing glance at herself from time to time, she was amused, so she simply left the bed and went to the outside room, saving Xu Jing's age and bothering to guard against thieves.
Yinxue followed step by step, anxiously said:
"The prince, the prince is too weak."
"Not bad." Feng Yuexian responded casually.
"and also……"
"Say."
The two of them walked outside the wide hall, and there was no one around.
"Master let the slave and maid tell you, be temperate."
"Um...huh?"
Feng Yuexian, who was going to the small study room, reacted and looked at Yinxue: "What are you talking about."
Yinxue shrank her neck and said quietly and quickly:
"Look, this is only one night, and the prince was given to you by you..."
"..."
Yinbing Yinxue has just entered the palace today, and I don't know the identity of the prince, and I don't know that nothing happened last night.
Moreover, because both of them have good backgrounds and education, their sleeping posture can be said to be not messy, and they sleep peacefully into two parallel crispy rice cakes.
Yinxue's expression was solemn: "You have to consider the prince's body."
Feng Yuexian tweeted softly, ignored her, and said instead:
"Go and help the palace."
"You order."
"Go to the Taiyuan Hospital, pick two imperial doctors, and send them to Princess Qi." Fengyue curled her lips, and a chill appeared in her eyes, "Let them stay close to the second prince, so that there is nothing wrong with Princess Qi. I also have to pick the royal doctor in the East Palace nearby."
Yinxue's eyes lit up: "Yes."
"You have to go to see these two imperial doctors' pulse records in person every day, and you have to say that to Concubine Qi, do you understand?"
"Yes, the slave and maid will do it now." Yin Xue happily got into trouble.
Although the master and the prince have no feelings, they are a family anyway, what kind of concubine, dare to step on the face of the East Palace.
I'm not afraid of jio!
When the medicine was cooked, Song Pianju woke up.
There was a bitter smell of medicine in the nose, which reminded Song Pianju that when he first came to this world, he had not seen the light and shadow in front of him. The smell of medicine was floating in his breath.
She opened her eyes, and sure enough, the medicine bowl was already waiting by the bed, but she didn't expect that the person in front of the bed was not Xueqing, but Feng Yuexian.
"Wake up?" Leng Meiren asked.
Song Pian nodded, and sat up slowly, the green silk slipped from his shoulders, and the broken hair was swept around the sideburns.
Feng Yuexian picked up the medicine bowl. The medicine was still very hot. She picked up the white porcelain spoon and stirred it twice.
She looked at the side and found that Xueqing was not there. There were only two martial arts backgrounds who were drinking ice and snow. It was okay to take care of herself and the little princess, for fear that she would have damaged the golden leaf.
I can only come by myself.
The princess completely forgot that she had boasted about her meticulous work by drinking ice, and the white porcelain spoon scooped up the dark brown soup medicine, just half of it--
The medicine bowl and spoon were taken by the person on the bed.
?
"I'll do it myself." Song Pian said with a smile.
In a blink of an eye, the princess was empty in her hands.
She paused, and put her hand down if nothing had happened, feeling agitated in her heart, and said lightly on her face:
"That saves trouble."
The medicine still needs to be drunk while it is still hot. Song Pian took the medicine twice and drank it all in one breath. He drank the ice and handed her the veil. Song Pian took it, pressed the corner of his lips, and smiled:
"I have been sick for a long time, and I have been taking the medicine every day, and I am used to it early."
When she said this, her lips were still pale white, and there was no blood on her face, as if Liuliren were broken when touched.
The bitter medicine gas came from Song Pianju, thinking that although this little princess grew up in a pile of golden and silver, she was not as comfortable as ordinary people every day. No matter how beautiful the glass bottle became a medicine jar, the action was a little bigger, she would Shattered myself.
Blame the poor.
The little emotion in Feng Yuexian's heart gradually faded.
She took the medicine bowl, handed it to drink ice, took a plate of refreshing candied fruit to her, and said casually:
"Why fainted in the small study?"
Song Pianzhen took a candied date from the snail wheel flower plate and was about to put it in his lips. Hearing the problem, his heart changed.
According to the conclusion of 09, it is because she is not good at this body, and it's nothing else.
But it's dizzy... it's also time.
If I remember correctly, it was Zhezi from Sishui County that she looked at before she passed out.
"You know about the embezzlement case in Sishui County, Yuexian." Song Pian stepped back from the crowd and sighed softly, "Brother Huang was on the couch by this case and went like this."
"When I saw it, I was unavoidable."
There was a flash of thought in Feng Yuexian's eyes, and he said.
Sishui County is in the south of the Yangtze River, close to the south of Yunnan. It was so controlled by the king of Chu that the local granary and silver silo were emptied and taken to the Southern Yunnan Army as military pay. This was a daily operation.
This year coincided with a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River. The disaster was serious. The prince ordered someone to open a warehouse for disaster relief. The granary was empty, and the silver warehouse was also clean.
Two times dragged on, the Si level people could not afford to consume, almost hungry.
The prince immediately sent someone to help the disaster. Not surprisingly, something went wrong. The horses and soldiers were slaughtered clean, and the grain and the silver used to buy grain were cut off.
The county guard opened his eyes and talked nonsense, saying that it was a gangster.
When the news came back, the prince sent an envoy to investigate the case immediately. In half a decade or so, news came that the imperial team bumped into the refugees and was killed by the refugees.
The king of Chu did nothing to cover up, using this kind of dog's unbelief reason to perfuse the central government, not to put the imperial power in his eyes, and the imperial commission to kill as soon as he said, recklessly!
The prince was so angry that he couldn't get up in bed.
Disaster relief was delayed, and the conflicts between the central and local governments intensified. He felt anxious and languished, and died of illness.
Feng Yuexian had heard about it, but he couldn't stretch his hand too long, otherwise he would be impeached by the king of Chu, so he couldn't take care of him. Only the counties and counties around Surabaya could settle down the refugees.
But for the county of Surabaya, or the overall situation, it is a drop in the bucket.
At this time, seeing Song Pianzhen take the initiative to bring it up, Feng Yue said leisurely:
"If you are preparing to move, it must be as soon as possible."
"Presumably, the king of Chu has spread the wedding to the south of the Yangtze River." Fengyue narrowed her eyes, and smiled slightly ironically on her lips. "It must be said that when Surabaya was very hot, the prince of a country married a concubine."
"Since such an act has been made for the purpose of forming an alliance, it is inevitable to be caught by others."
"The most urgent task is to provide relief. Corruption cases can even be postponed for investigation."
A sharp look flashed in Song Pianju's eyes, she was rarely irritated, but the way of the king of Chu was really disgusting when it involved great good and great evil.
"Oh? Is anyone willing to investigate?" Feng Yue said with a smile, "As far as I know, no one dares to die in Surabaya."
Song Pian smiled slightly bitterly.
Naturally, no one dared to go. The fate of the last dead body was there. The people who were spotted by the prince had either broken their legs on the horse that day or were crying in court, all of them were soft-footed shrimps. .
She glanced at Feng Yuexian lightly.
Feng Yuexian's skin is cold and white, but her lips are ruddy, her body is mixed with deep color and coldness, her black eyes are hidden under thick black eyelashes, making it impossible to see what she is thinking.
Except for Song Pianzhen who read the complete script.
She looked suspicious and whispered:
"The Beijing Army has little training and can't protect the imperial envoys-I heard from the emperor that the Northwest Army is very brave, far from comparable to the Southern Dian Army."
"The Northwest Army is far away at the frontier fortress. If it is transferred, I am afraid that it will take a ten-year period. The distant water will not be able to save the near fire." Feng Yuexian said lazily as if it were a commonplace.
Song Pian licked her posterior molar with the tip of her tongue, still innocent on her face. She tilted her head and said:
"The first-class marquis can raise some private soldiers, and the Zhen Guo General Mansion is no exception?"
Feng Yuexian stretched her eyelashes and raised her eyes lightly, smiling lighter than action:
"It's a little bit."
"It is said that they are all the best players in the Northwest Army."
"The princess hears a lot." Feng Yuexian smiled charmingly, but she didn't say anything.
"The prestige of General Zhen Guo's Mansion is outside, but I am ignorant and I have heard a lot."
"The princess has a reputation."
"So, can Yuexian help me?"
Song Pianzhen leaned slightly, as if she was expecting a helping hand, a princess who knew nothing about the world, showing a look of expectation.
She had just rescued Feng Yuexian's master, Sun Qing, and the love Feng Yuexian had been able to bear.
Feng Yuexian has always had grievances and grievances clear, and now there is something she can do, and the opportunity to repay the gratitude is right in front of her. If it works well, it can also frustrate the party of the king of Chu. Song Pianzhen is 80% sure to let her respond.
Feng Yuexian met those bright brown eyes, and remembered the news that he had just received. Sun Qing had been escorted into the city by the Northern Army and paused.
She smiled lightly and said: "The princess is serious. The disaster in Sishui County is urgent, and the Feng family is fortunate to be able to do a little bit of effort. There is no meaning to shirk."
"That's good." Song Pianqi leaned back on the soft pillow and breathed a sigh of relief, "I will surely protect the disaster relief mission."
Feng Yuexian was talking about the scene, but Feng Yuexian, who promised to do his best, would definitely use his secret forces to do it with all his strength.
Song Pianzhen doesn't need to know this part, don't worry about it.
No one likes to be seen through, nor can it be said through, especially Feng Yuexian, a very suspicious and intelligent person.
Feng Yuexian said: "The princess works hard for the common people. If you have a good rest, you should first raise your body and talk about other things."
Song Pianzhen responded with a smile, and then lay back.
She felt shallow, and there were some sleeping ingredients in the medicine, and she fell into a deep sleep after a while.
Song Pian's eyebrows finally eased, and the burden she shouldn't bear disappeared from her brows, leaving her face quiet and breathing small.
Feng Yuexian sat for a while, put down the bed curtains, and left.
In response to this little princess, many things have to be rearranged
Song Pian's body was thin, and he was dizzy, and he was cured after lying on the bed for three days.
When she could go out, she had to take Feng Yuexian to kneel before the bed of the old emperor, and then meet one of the few clan relatives in the palace.
The old emperor was lying on the bright yellow bed, the room was full of ambergris, and he was lying on it, lifeless.
The had seen it and said he was asleep. But perhaps it was because of the lifelessness in the hall, whoever looked at it would feel that the old man seemed to be dead.
Song Pianzhen didn't agree with what this person did, and didn't have much affection. After paying the ceremony according to the rules, and entrusting the to take care of him, he took Feng Yuexian and left the Palace of the Qing Dynasty.
When he saw his clan, the younger brothers of the old emperor, who had some ability, were abolished by the king of Chu, and a few incompetent types had been entrusted to vassals and went out.
Therefore, most of the clan relatives in Beijing are side branches, or old princes who are old-fashioned, and the king of Chu will call his uncle here.
Feng Yuexian followed Song Pianxuan, glamorous and dignified, generous and decent, and able to deal with it freely.
The reason why the old uncles can live long is that they don't care about anything. Therefore, seeing the princess today is the same, except for nodding.
Until I met Song Qu.
Song Qu first narrowed his eyes, bowed his hands in a salute, and called: "Prince, Princess."
"Second emperor brother." Song Pian stomped.
With the help of the system, her disguise was almost seamless, which made Xueqing suspect that her craft was advancing by leaps and bounds. At this moment, standing proudly in front of Song Qu, Song Qu naturally couldn't find the clues, but felt that the prince's complexion was much better.
The sick come and go, how can they still not die.
A trace of viciousness flashed in Song Qu's eyes. When his eyes fell on Feng Yuexian, the hatred that was beaten on the day of the wedding and embarrassed him resurfaced:
"Maybe the emperor doesn't know, the princess cares about her concubine when she first enters the palace, and sends two imperial doctors to my palace."
Song Qu pretended to be enthusiastic and said: "The Qi side concubine has a headache, but the princess has to be so caring about it. It's hard to be kind."
In the past two days, there are rumors in the palace that the prince concubine punishes the prince's attendant for trivial matters, and the moodiness makes the people of the east palace walk trembling.
Later, the prince fainted, and the princess deliberately picked up the prince before the guards. The news came out, which greatly reduced the prince's power and morals. Now anyone does not laugh that the prince is a weak prince who can hold his wife.
Song Qu compares his heart to heart. If it were him, he would have hated Feng Yuexian and locked himself in the room with a whip.
He used this trick, and the custody made the relationship between the two people worse, and suspicion grew.
Song Qu lifted his lips, gazing confidently on the two of them, and saw that his sick and tuberculosis emperor brother Qingjun smiled slightly on his beautiful face.
Song Quzheng felt that something was wrong, and he heard a female voice covered in ice and snow:
"The second prince said carefully."
This is a painful spot, and Feng Yuexian has begun to separate the relationship. Song Qu must have a smile in his heart: "The princess cares"
"What kind of lady?" Feng Yuexian raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him, arrogant.
Seeing the stiff smile on Song Qu's face, her lips lightly opened, and she said mercilessly:
"Is the imperial concubine worthy of the concubine of the palace?"
Her ending sounded upward, which seemed ridiculous.
There were not a few princes in the palace, and Song Qu went along with the wind for too long, and was slapped in the face, and his face suddenly turned into pig liver color.
Feng Yuexian, this wicked woman!
Feng Yuexian's eyes circled around the people present. Originally with her temperament, that was the end, but in order to let Donggong take care of it, she had to say something more verbose:
"The prince's noble body is uneasy. Does the Qi family have no reason to know that he wants to use the Donggong to take turns as the imperial physician."
Feng Yuexian brushed his sleeves and hummed:
"What I know is that she is in a hurry, but what I don't know is that she doesn't think she has no respect, noble, etiquette."
Song Qu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and burst out a few words:
"What the prince said was that the Qi family had passed over."
He hated the Qi family together in his heart-if she hadn't acted like a baby with himself, he would not suffer such a big humiliation today!
In the hall, the prince and the princess stood side by side. Song Qu, who had always written "I will be the emperor in the future when the prince dies", was scolded, as obedient as a grandson.
I don’t know who laughed beside me:
"Pouch."
When Song Qu turned his head to look for it, he found a group of clan members with serious faces, those who drank tea and those who ate fruit ate fruit.
His face flushed even more, and hot smoke was coming out of his head.
These people are not ashamed!
"Second emperor brother don't blame yourself." Song Pianju saw the excitement enough, and spoke lightly. Although his words were gentle, he clarified the matter--
You are indeed wrong.
"Why don't you see the Three Emperor Brothers?"
"He couldn't sit still, so he didn't come." Speaking of this, Song Qu seemed to have confidence again, and he looked at the two people in front of him with a gloomy look. Can see."
The third prince Song Duan, Xian concubine.
Two names came to Song Pianzhen's mind.
The first queen has gone, the old emperor is in vain, and the concubine is in charge of the Sixth Palace, becoming more and more defiant.
However, the disaster in Surabaya is more urgent than the concubine that is in front of her.
If it weren't for Feng Yuexian's manpower still being deployed, Song Pianzhen wouldn't be able to wait for today.
She met her clan in the morning and went to Yangxin Hall in the afternoon and ordered several courtiers.
The prime minister on the left is Tan Shi, the prime minister on the right, Li Zi, and the political affairs officer Zhao Peng of Pingzhang, Deng Bo, the political affairs officer of Shenzhi, and Shao Wen of the household department.
The left and right prime ministers were the ministers of the old emperor.
From his point of view, the prime minister on the left is the prince’s outside family, and the prime minister on the right is recommended by his good brother Chu Wang. With their assistance, the prince will be able to stabilize the country and clean up the mess he has tossed up.
But except for the old emperor, everyone can see clearly.
The left prime minister, Tan Shi, is old and old, and can only keep it. The prime minister on the right, Li Zi, is in his prime of life, ambitious, and is a general of the king of Chu. On weekdays, he suppresses the left side to death.
After Song Pianzhen sat down on the table, he had someone bring a red sandalwood chair to Tan Shi, let the old man sit down and rest his feet, then glanced under his eyes, and said:
"The palace intends to send another imperial envoy to Sishui County, Li Zi, can you choose someone?"
When Li Zi was called to answer the question, he had a prepared answer in his mind.
Isn't the result obvious? It stands to reason that sending one's own cronies is safe and sound, and there is no fear of going wrong again.
But the problem will not happen, and the disaster will not be solved. It will not be effective, and the people's grievances are boiling. It is still only for questioning.
At this time, of course, I was taking a fool, and it won't cause any more trouble then.
Li Zi's gaze fell on Deng Bo.
Deng Bo is a poor boy, with no foundation or nepotism. He doesn't even have an old man to protect him, so he is most suitable for "succumbing to death" on the way.
This person has a slippery tone and can only play officialdom. He has no real ability and is not considered a nickname in front of the prince. Everything is just right and perfect.
Li Zi made a pensive look and said:
"The minister thought that Deng Shenzhi was once ascended from the south of the Yangtze River. He is familiar with the south of the Yangtze River and is more suitable for coordinating Surabaya with the surrounding counties."
Song Pianzhen hadn't spoken yet, Deng Bo said bitterly:
"Prince Mingjian, the minister is just talking about kung fu, but he doesn't have any kung fu on his body, so he died suddenly if he said he could not halfway."
"If you let the minister go, you have to decorate the back of the man and horse, in case you don't know how to collect the corpse for the minister."
Song Pian glanced at his eyes and reprimanded: "Nonsense."
"The palace will send someone to walk with you."
"Are those few soft-footed shrimps from the Beijing army again? It's not enough to be cut by the'travelers'." Deng Bo's face was even more mournful.
Zhao Peng next to him pretended to say:
"How can Deng Shenzhi say bad words? This trip must be a good luck, don't worry."
Shang Shu Shao Wen is as steady as an old dog, not much to say, but his face is full of rejoicing.
"More than that." After looking at the overall situation, Song Pianzhen said with a faint smile, "My palace transfers two hundred private soldiers from the General Zhen Guo Mansion to go with you."
"Can you rest assured?"
Deng Bo’s old face immediately shined, as if the day lily field was in full bloom.
"Don't worry, don't worry! Nothing can be more assured!"
"Oh, then this is a big credit for Bai et al. I didn't expect this good thing to be my turn."
Zhao Peng's face suddenly stiffened.
Shao Wen hesitated to say something but stopped: "I wonder if Deng Can knows that one person is feasible? The minister also intends—"
"Seeing that the credit started to grab?"
Deng Bo squinted at him, looking like a minister, like a rascal.
Shao Wen wanted face, and the rest of the words were immediately blocked, but his expression had long since changed from rejoicing to regret.
Deng Bo has taken away all the benefits!
It's just that there are more private soldiers who have sealed the house, and it instantly changes from a life-death job to a beautiful job.
The position of the Feng family in the hearts of these officials is evident.
Song Pianyu brought a smile to her eyes, and the end of her eyes swept towards Li Zi.
Sure enough, Li Zi's long face suddenly became a little condensed.