Chapter 41: The Princess's Little Wife (09)

After the news of Xi Qingyan's arrogance and failure came back to southern Yunnan, the study room outside the Chu Palace, the king of Chu, Kang Xueying, and the southern Yunnan army commander Diao Hu conspired here.
"Xi, Qing, Yan."
Chu Wang's always elegant and smiling face suddenly became gloomy and said:
"This king can't wait to eat his flesh."
Diao Hu's face was extremely bad, and he buried his head and said:
"The subordinates failed to restrain Xi Qingyan. It was the subordinates' fault that caused this catastrophe. I hope the lord will punish him!"
This is no wonder Diaohu. He was born as a flat-headed common man, and he was a confidant trained by the King of Chu. Although he was re-used by King Chu, he was a dog of King Chu in the eyes of the noble children. Xi Qingyan didn't take him back at all. Naturally, he refused to accept his discipline.
King Chu's yin-bird's eyes moved to him, and he wanted to anger, but thinking of Xi Qingyan on the on the way and the guilt about to fall to the desk of Yangxin Hall, he sighed deeply and showed a heavy expression of regret:
"This matter is his fault, you must not take the responsibility." He pondered slightly, "At that time, I will make a fuss about this matter..."
Diao Hu didn't say anything else: "This matter is a matter in the Southern Yunnan Army. It was me who did not know the people clearly, so Xi Qingyan took advantage of it."
"It can only be so." Chu Wang half-closed his eyes.
Diao Hu buried his head deeper.
Kang Xueying looked on with cold eyes, and Fang said at this moment: "There is no right here."
"Oh?"
"Xi Qingyan had a drink with Zai Xia before leaving, but Xia Xia didn't realize his thoughts." Kang Xueying was ashamed. "General Du later learned that he was suspicious of instigating discord in Xia Xia. If it was a fault in Xia Xia, he was overlooked for a while, otherwise, It doesn't stop there."
"Sir does not need to be like this." King Chu waved his hand indifferently.
Although he is suspicious, Kang Xueying has helped him many times over the years and has never failed. The method he proposed this time is also reasonable, but Xi Qingyan has done something good.
Now it was held by the Shangjing side, and the Southern Dian Army must be restrained.
When King Chu thought of this, he hated Xi Qingyan even more, and he wished to frustrate him. But thinking of the concubine in the palace, he managed to suppress his anger.
The most urgent task is to communicate with Concubine Xian, and she must not let her harm him in order to keep this dude.
Fortunately, the layout on the upper side of the capital is still stable, and a wrong step on the southern side of Yunnan is not fatal, and it can be done slowly—
Kang Xueying came to understand the king of Chu, and said at this time: "The prince has a majestic military strategy, but he was entrapped by the villain for the time being. With Mrs. Li plotting for the prince in Beijing, this matter will surely be reduced."
"Wang Ye Ji people have their own heavens, and the dragon spirit is close to them, so there is no need to worry too much."
The king of Chu's expression was much more gentle, yes, and Li Zi, the prince was so ill. Nowadays, Li Zi almost has to look at the government and he knows how to do it.
If it goes well, this matter can be suppressed by Li Zi 80%, and it will not reach the Hall of Nourishment.
King Chu’s eyes were full of wanton ambition, and a smile appeared on his lips:
"Finally, it is my king who is worried, thinking that the other side of Shangjing is so weak, it's not enough--"
"Enlighten the prince." The cronies hurried over and said quietly and quickly, "Received the letter from Jingzhong, Li lord...something is wrong!"
Chu Wang's smile instantly solidified.
When he learned that Li Zi had been accused of such an offensive errand, he immediately took a breath, and the blue veins on his neck floated up, his face deformed with anger, instantly twisted and hideous.
This matter is far away in Beijing, he is in southern Yunnan, beyond the reach.
As soon as the news came and went, all the tactics over there were all well understood.
What a prince!
The king of Chu was very angry, but after slowing down, he sent a secret letter to Beijing as soon as possible.
The daylilies next to Concubine Xian belonged to the King of Chu. When Concubine Xian learned of what happened to her brother, her eyes were darkened, and she fainted directly on her back in Yixi Palace.
Song Qu came to visit his mother and concubine immediately upon hearing the news. Although he was mad and cruel towards his wife and concubine, he was very concerned about Concubine Xian and Xi's family. After he asked about the matter from Daylily, he immediately said:
"You must protect your uncle."
Concubine Xian leaned on the head of the bed, wearing emerald wiping her forehead, weakly said:
"How to protect?"
"Let the commander in southern Yunnan take care of it. The younger uncle is just under his orders. It's not a big deal." Song Qu said calmly, "It is his blessing to exchange his life for the younger uncle's."
Concubine Xian burst into tears again.
If it is feasible, how can she not want to save her own brother.
But what the king of Chu meant was to give up Qingyan.
"Why doesn't the mother concubine speak?" Song Qu asked.
As soon as the voice fell, Song Duan ran over from outside. His mother was ill in bed, but he had fun with the palace attendant and laughed endlessly.
Song Qu sank his face and said, "The third brother, the mother and concubine are having a headache, please be safe."
"You need to take care of it." Song Duan said with disdain, as if revenge, the turmoil was getting bigger and bigger.
Concubine Xian returned to her senses, slightly reproaching: "Duan'er is still young, so by nature, don't be too strict with him."
Is this severe? Song Qu caressed her forehead, the mother and concubine are really spoiling her brother.
Song Qu cast aside and continued:
"The king of Chu has always been convenient for us, mother concubine, southern Yunnan is his jurisdiction, and Diaohu has to recognize him if he is there, so I will write to"
"Don't go." Concubine Xian subconsciously said.
"Why? That's your direct brother and my direct uncle."
Why?
Xi Qingmei glanced at the eldest son in front of him.
Song Qu trusted herself very much. She arranged for Song Qu to get acquainted with the King of Chu since Song Qu was young, and they are familiar with each other.
Song Qu had always thought that King Chu was supporting him, and now he kept silent, but he was afraid that the prince would taboo them to collude.
She didn't know how to tell him that she, the mother concubine, never looked forward to his ascendance to the throne
Xi Qingmei felt that she had committed a migraine again, she held her forehead and groaned low.
The filial son Song Qu immediately forgot what he had said before, and stood up and went to call the imperial doctor himself.
Concubine Xian looked at Song Qu's figure, thinking about her and King Chu's plan and two children, closed her eyes, and made a sad decision.
The Yixi Palace was unexpectedly quiet, and Feng Yuexian could conclude that Hemerocallis had received the secret letter from Southern Yunnan and must have received the news.
The frequent actions of the concubine to call the imperial doctor can't be concealed.
The people who escorted Xi Qingyan were about to arrive in Beijing in a few days, but the concubine Xian did not move.
"Concubine Xian gave up." Feng Yue said leisurely.
She had nothing to do, chose this game book, and set the endgame.
The snow-like white jade chess pieces rolled round her fingers, but they had less texture than the fingers, and lacked the beauty of silky beauty.
Feng Yuexian only took a glance at the game record, and he was able to play the next half of the endgame one after another. Between his hands and the rest, the wide sleeves of the duck egg green flicked like a thin cloud, wrapping around Yubai's forearm and refused to leave.
Song Pianjue's gaze was like a butterfly, falling on her constantly moving hand, and with a single tap, she floated to the chess game, and said with a smile:
"It's better to say that the king of Chu gave up Xi Qingyan."
"As far as Xi Qingyan is concerned, success is not enough to fail. He is just a dude. If he is not afraid of the Xi family's unhappiness, he would not take it with him."
Feng Yuexian slowly said as if talking gossip, but the affirmation between the words revealed her control over the information of King Chu.
Song Pianzhen nodded and said:
"Qi Baozhu's side, did you ever say when to facilitate the strategy?"
Feng Yuexian was laying a chess piece. Hearing that his fingertips pressed against the round chess piece, he paused for a while.
What Song Pianzhen said was exactly what he thought, but he hadn't said it yet.
This sense of commonality and tacit understanding in handling things actually made her feel strange, and her spine rushed through very lightly.
It seemed that someone had caught the mind and was afraid to be jealous when changing others, but Song Pianzhen did it, which only made her happy.
A smile appeared in Fengyue's free eyes, and her voice was three points lighter than Bai Yuluo's chessboard:
"Well, the emperor's dragon body has improved recently, and he can say something, which happened to be borrowed."
"At that time, I will have to take a trip to the Qing Palace."
Do you start with Qianqing Palace?
Song Pian was stunned.
Song Qu is the prince of Jin Zun and Yugui, or Dali looks the most like now. The prince is weak, and Song Qu is even more necessary.
The only thing that can bring him down is the crime of rebellion.
"Okay." Song Pianzhen chuckled lightly, "Only driven by Yuexian, nothing should be done."
The spring breeze smiled into Feng Yuexian's eyes, her heart trembled, and the chess pieces that had never been messed up under her were misplaced.
All the chess pieces around were slightly skewed and smashed into a mess. On the intricate chessboard, they were dizzy and confused.
Song Pianzhen seemed to be puzzled, tilted his head, and between the bun, the light spot leaped on the white jade cloud pattern hairpin.
She flicked her sleeves with her left hand and stretched her right hand over, helping herself to return the puzzled pieces to their original positions little by little.
"I didn't expect Yuexian to be careless." She laughed, her voice as gentle and tolerant as before, flooding Feng Yuexian like water.
And her fingertips are white to transparent, and her nails are covered with very light powder, like sunset clouds.
Feng Yuexian ghost stretched out his hand obsessively, as if to catch a chess piece.
Between the black and white chessboards are the chess pieces that have not yet returned to their positions. On top of one of the bright white chess pieces, two equally slender and beautiful hands with icy muscles and bones, unclear intentionally or unconsciously, got together.
The jade chess piece is cold.
But her hands are warm.
Perhaps because of his illness, Song Pianju’s hands were slightly cold, not too warm, but very comfortable, as if under the soft texture, this beautiful human bone made of jade finely polished would be so refreshing. Coolness.
Feng Yuexian was practicing martial arts, and her body temperature was relatively hot. She thought to herself, if it was hot summer, it would be extremely comfortable to hold Song Pian in her arms
"Does Yuexian have thin calluses on her fingertips?"
Fingertips?
Feng Yuexian pursed her lips and a long eyelashes: "Yes."
She always dances with swords and guns, and loves to play with daggers.
It suddenly occurred to her that Song Pianzhen had told people that she was a rough person.
Feng Yuexian had never taken it seriously before, and even felt that the little princess in the palace was panicking, and only then made comments on herself.
But today, she only feels that in front of Song Pianzhen, who is light and beautiful, she is indeed not fine enough.
Whose daughter will have cocoons on her hands?
She closed her eyes, a little gloom hung on the end of her eyes, and then she wanted to withdraw her hand.
"Presumably practicing kung fu must be extremely serious."
Ok?
Feng Yuexian's movement of closing his hand stagnated, and looked up.
Song Pianju's tea-colored eyes are clear and clear, with undisguised appreciation:
"No one else has the stamina like Yuexian, especially the boudoir girl. I saw you used to play with daggers before?"
"Yeah." Feng Yuexian responded very shortly, feeling that he was too cold, and added, "Do you like it? I'll show it to you."
With that, I must call for ice.
"It doesn't have to be." Song Pian stopped her and said with a smile, "The chess game has not been set yet, there will be opportunities in the future."
There will be opportunities in the future.
Feng Yuexian chewed this sentence carefully and tasted the sweetness.
"it is good."