Fall In Love With A Substitute

"The East Palace said that His Royal Highness will have to rest for another day. Today...I can't come to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart." Hong Chang bowed his waist.

"Isn't it that I'm okay, and I'm sick again?" The emperor slapped the papers in his hand, "I didn't want me to ask for three urges and four requests?"

Seeing that the emperor's eyebrows were extremely relaxed, Hong Chang knew in his heart that he was at ease if the prince didn't catch up.

The son is strong and the father is weak, this is the royal taboo.

Hong Chang laughed and said, "It is said that the window was not closed tightly last night, and the wind ate."

"Well, let the imperial doctor take care of it."

"Yes."

The emperor’s verbal order was passed to the East Palace, and the imperial doctor who was reserved for the East Palace’s summons must not frequent in and out, and behave.

Although she was sweaty last night, she didn't toss to the end, only half of her clothes took off. Song Pianju was wrapped in a warm brocade, but fortunately she did not catch a cold.

Not going to Yangxin Temple is not taking Joe, but...

"The medicine I used twice has worked, and it seems to have faded a lot. Tomorrow, your Royal Highness Fu Fen will cover it up and it will be no problem."

After all came, Yu Doctor Jiang looked at the bruises for the "Prince" again, bowed his head and replied.

He watched his nose and his heart, and under the eyes of the princess, he did not dare to look at the people on the bed. When the princess asked him to come out, he picked up the medicine box and left.

After waiting outside the hall, Jiang Feng felt relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a bitter expression on his face.

What kind of thing is this?

Xiao Shizi had a very close personal relationship with him. Someone who had a headache and brain fever asked him to grab medicine. At this time, when he sent Jiang out of the East Palace, he whispered:

"What kind of thing is this? The dragon is weak and the phoenix is ​​strong. Why does it become a prince to see an imperial doctor?"

Xiao Shizi's face was complicated, and his voice lowered, "Oh, I glanced at it when I went in to deliver the goods. The prince was bullied by the princess...Tsk."

After all I am used to being a slave in the East Palace, Xiao Shizi's face is full of "My master has been ruined", "Is the crown prince being played with by the prince concubine this world is still a king?", "The prince is so passionate as a woman, prince It won't be sucked up."

Finally, he finally accepted the reality, muttering to himself and comforting himself:

"Don't blame the prince, the prince's body... alas."

"Ugh!"

Jiang Feng followed with a sigh, he looked at Xiao Shizi, speechless for a moment.

For him who knows the true identity of the "Prince", he would rather be Feng Yalong——

It's also easier to accept the royal secret of "the princess made her sister-in-law".

What's more terrifying is that when it's here, the princess must know the real body of the "prince".

——She knows that, she still does, toss Jiao Di Di's princess like that.

They were all tossed like that. I went to see the princess by myself, she was still stalking next to her, her possessions being tainted, staring at her like that, so scared that he couldn't concentrate on the consultation.

Is the princess still a human?

Jiang Feng thought bitterly.

Outside the East Palace, Xiao Shizi said with emotion:

"Since the princess came, everything about the Donggong errand has been unnoticed. The Jiang Yu doctor only comes here from time to time, and he is much relaxed."

His eyes were full of envy for Jiang Feng's career.

Jiang Feng looked at him with the eyes of a young man.

"Ignorance is blessing." You are still happier.

"what?"

Jiang Feng didn't mean to explain, he carried the medicine box and walked away, his back was full of vicissitudes.

Song Pianzhen did not expect that for the first time in this small world, he used the best secret medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, not because of being conspired, but because of Feng Yuexian.

She has delicate skin, and after a lot of tossing, her body is not look good, and there are little traces. Especially the neck area outside the placket, there is no way to cover it, so you can only call the doctor to get the medicine.

The ointment was taken, Feng Yuexian kept Xueqing tightly guarded, and personally applied medicine to Song Pian.

Feng Yuexian has always been fair and has never favored one or the other.

Except for Song Pianqiu's swan-like neck, under the clothes, everything is not missed.

Under the golden veil, how much spring light will be concealed will not leak.

Only from occasionally escaping the low laugh, and then the heavy and light gasps, low rebuke, and glimpses of the prosperous spring scene.

Forward.

The emperor, like the tiger, issued a second prestige and nodded again.

Generally speaking, the upper head is dizzy, and the lower head is good for fish in troubled waters, but the emperor is dizzy and prefers to point the country. This country is his own. He can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't have a few tricks.

After a good court, the prince sorted out it in an orderly manner, but it was messed up again.

The princelings did not like to behave in front of the emperor in private. The remaining Chu King faction and a handful of miscellaneous people really wanted to fish in troubled waters and add officials to be a jue. I don’t think the emperor would attack indiscriminately. .

Especially under the instructions of the king of Chu, they had close contacts with the second prince who guarded the imperial tomb, and they had to be angry at this time.

See you, God, when they were trembling, the prince was tolerant and did not hold him accountable.

When the prince became ill, the emperor sat down on the dragon chair and began to settle the old accounts.

At this time, whether you are your own or your opponent, you are eagerly looking forward to the prince's return to the government.

This Dali cannot do without you!

After many calls, His Royal Highness finally recovered from illness and reappeared on the court.

For example, Zhao Tiancheng, the assistant servant who followed the second prince and now surrendered to the prince, hadn't often pretended to be sick these days, his official position was almost gone. At this time, when he saw the prince, tears were about to come out.

When the prince sits there, everyone seems to have taken a pill, and they are no longer afraid that the emperor will faint.

If there is something wrong, the prince will persuade you with a few words, or make a few strokes, which will always make the emperor change his mind.

In the past, it was only a prince to supervise the country, maybe I still don't feel much.

But when the father and son were on the same stage, those with a heart had already discovered that the court, or the backbone of Dali, had already changed hands unconsciously.

The prince used his extraordinary means during the period of prison time to tidy people up and obediently.

Speaking of the emperor, thinking about what he has done over the years, everyone is in awe on the surface, and only shakes their heads and sighs.

In the face of the prince, whether you like him or not, before his gentle but firm attitude, only admiration fills the bottom of my heart.

Mingjun's appearance.

With this consensus, the power gathered around Song Pianzhen became more and more solid.

Especially after Deng Bo dealt with the disaster, he first got the Umbrella from the people in Surabaya, and won the name before and after, and the credit was added.

As soon as he came back, under the esteem of the prince, he became a Pingzhang political affair with the title of Zhongshu Province.

Zhao Peng, the original Pingzhang politician, had already left the meeting sadly because of his inability to collect debts from the Ministry of Households.

The prince distinguished rewards and punishments, and he did not hesitate to exalt officials. After this incident, all the officials around the prince showed their loyalty. The courtiers kept coming by, and the Central Government became more enthusiastic about the East Palace.

All this was naturally not done on the bright side-the emperor was still sitting on the dragon chair.

Like the undercurrents converging from all directions, all flow into the lake named Donggong, the waves are dark and swelling, and the waves are bright.

From the shore, the water was as calm as ever.

Estimating the timing, Song Pianzhen advised the emperor and summoned all the vassals into Beijing to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet.

The emperor put a pen and said disapprovingly:

"Why do you think of this?"

The king of Dali was not allowed to enter the capital unless he was ordered to do so. In previous years, the king's annual tribute to Beijing was at the end of the year.

The emperor is not a person who loves to change the rules, he is extremely conservative, and lacks interest in this proposal.

The heat was getting up, but Song Pianzhen was still drinking hot tea. She coughed twice and said:

"Don't dare to lie to your father, my son is a bone... there won't be an emperor's heir under his knees. In the future, if there is any chance, the crown prince will not even rely on it. It is really lonely."

"Therefore, Erchen intends to choose a person from the side of the clan to inherit the incense--"

"Naughty!" The emperor said with a sullen face, "You're good, so you started to plan for something to do?"

Song Pianzhen had no wave in Gujing's heart, her face was pale, and she smiled bitterly:

"This is not what the child minister wants..." She stood up and bowed, "I hope my father will allow it."

There was silence in the hall.

The prince and the princess, the dragon and phoenix twins, have carried surplus poison since their birth. No matter which sacred hand, they all affirmed that the children will be difficult afterwards.

In front of the royal family, euphemistically saying that the offspring is difficult, basically means that the offspring is hopeless.

The emperor looked at Song Pianjiao's dark hair, his heart filled with sadness.

After all, it was his own child, who was so stunning, but destined to be cut off, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

But this is also good--

Feng's family has been very successful recently, and Feng Yuexian also guarded himself in the harem. He was satisfied.

But Feng's family is very powerful. If Feng Yuexian gives birth to a dragon son, after a hundred years, the prince will have another one, Feng Yuexian and Huang Sun, who is sitting on the dragon chair.

Feng Yuexian was destined not to give birth to an emperor's grandson. This was one of the reasons why the emperor reluctantly agreed to Feng Yuexian to marry into the East Palace.

If you choose a side branch to inherit the past, you will definitely not be intimate with Fengyue Xianxin, which is great.

He didn't take care of this for a while, and since the prince took the initiative, he could follow the trend.

The emperor was relieved:

"Then, how can the family banquet be mentioned in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Fear of change.

Song Pianzhen would naturally not use these words to return to the emperor, she said warmly:

"It's an important matter for Guozuo, so it's not easy to make a hasty decision."

"Erchen wants to stay in the palace for a while. If he decides, he will inform the ancestral temple at the end of the year when the king returns to Beijing."

The emperor nodded:

"In that case, it's up to you."

After the matter was finalized, the imperial decree was sent from the palace to the fiefs of various vassals, and the vassals were sent to Beijing before the Mid-Autumn Festival for the Mid-Autumn Family Banquet.

The imperial decree specifically stated that the Mid-Autumn Festival will reunite, and the king will bring all the children from the family to the fifteenth of August.

There was an edict, the king had to come.

The matter was finalized, and Song Pianzhen's purpose was one step closer.

The imperial decree is over, and then the princes enter the capital, it will take some time to go back and forth, but there are still some peaceful days.

Song Pian thought about it, and walked out of the Hall of Yangxin to the East Palace.

When the matter is over, I have to talk to Fengyue.

I don’t know what she is doing right now--

The palace is faint, and when he turns head on, he meets another team of honor guards.

It was He Jieyu, and her princess, Song Yingguang.

Concubine Xian lost power, and even Song Duan was disgusted by the emperor, and was confined in the hall not to go out.

However, the emperor's ears were soft and his heart was soft, and he might be thinking of Song Duan again someday, but it was a hidden danger.

Leaving aside this, Concubine Xian and her son left the stage sadly, and He Jieyu took the princess and stepped forward. Although her position has not changed, her status is quite different.

When I met at this time, Song Pianzhen had no intention of ingratiating herself, but she would not punish her enemies, so she responded with a smile as usual.

He Qiuchan taught Song Yingguang very well, innocent and innocent, cleverly and curiously bowing to Song Pian.

Song Pianzhen saw the child with a real smile.

Often bullied by Song Duan, Song Yingguang is quite courageous, especially when facing men, she is even more timid and introverted.

But at this time, facing the great emperor who hadn't seen her much, she raised her head, feeling close all her life.

Especially when he saw the emperor's brother smile to himself, his eyes were very gentle, as if washed by warm water, beautiful and warm.

Song Yingguang could hide behind his mother and concubine, without facing outsiders, but could not help but muster the courage when the emperor and concubine spoke:

"Hear, heard that there is a very novel food in the palace of the imperial brother..."

He Qiuchan was startled, and softly rebuked:

"Why are you asking for food?"

Turning to Song Pianxiu:

"No wonder your Highness, the second princess is not like this on weekdays. Xu Shi can't help but get close when seeing you today."

He Qiuchan said casually, but he said that Song Yingguang was in the mood.

She carried her hands on her back, her face was hot, and she dropped her head, somewhat depressed.

Yes, Brother Huang definitely doesn't like gluttonous children.

"No problem," the gentle voice said.

Huh?

Song Yingguang bit her lower lip and quietly raised her head.

The emperor's body is not good, and he hasn't taken a step forward.

He sat on the steps, bowed his head and looked at him, his eyes were like two small pale brown crescents, which hooked the gentle moonlight in his hands.

"If Yingguang likes it, let people send some children."

He took a meal and added, "It's just that you are young and your spleen and stomach are still weak. Don't be gluttonous, okay?"

Song Yingguang's eyes were bright and a little anxious:

"I'm not greedy."

Brother Huang wouldn't think she was greedy, she was not.

Song Pian chuckled lightly.

The honor guard continued to move forward.

After the prince's ceremony, Song Yingguang whispered:

"Mother concubine, brother Huang is fine." She thought for a while, using the words that appeared in the book, "Xia Zi Yue Yun."

He Qiuchan pulled her hair behind her ears, recalling that the prince was in front of the dragon couch that day, and she only said a word to save her life, she silently sighed and said:

"Your big emperor brother is indeed very good."

Song Pianzhen left these behind and walked to the East Palace.

The main hall is extremely quiet.

The woman's intuition worked, Song Pian stomped her feet, she lightened her pace and walked inside.

"His Royal Highness is back?"

Under the window, Leng Meiren fiddled with a flower basket, calling out lazily.

"Ok."

Song Pianxiu's eyes circled around her, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual.

She relieved her heart and said with a smile: "I'm about to talk to you about the Hall of Nourishment."

Feng Yuexian raised her eyes, her black eyes looked like anger but not anger, and her red lips looked like a smile but not a smile:

"I already know."

"Your legs are fast."

Song Pianzhen was not surprised that Feng Yuexian knew everything about the Hall of Nurturing Hearts, and he didn't mind, but the speed was too fast.

I don’t know how Feng Yuexian trained his subordinates, or let Luo Chen learn from Feng’s family and improve the efficiency of his secret guards?

"Crack."

When the silver scissors in Feng Yuexian's hand moved, the voice was exceptionally clear and sharp, interrupting Song Pianju's thoughts.

She raised her eyes and saw Feng Yuexian holding the magnificent peony in full bloom.

The peony circled in her hand, but she didn't look at the flowers, but at herself.

"It's my people who are too fast, or your Highness has forgotten to return."

"Listening to Xiao Shizi, he passed in front of Songyang Palace and saw His Royal Highness, He Jieyu, and the second princess, and they had a very happy conversation?"

"..."

"Never."

It turned out that because of this, Song Pianzhen didn't do anything, and her heart was open. She walked over and explained seriously:

"It's just that the princess wanted to taste the food in the East Palace, so she said a few more words."

"Oh? How did your Highness get back?"

Is it necessary to ask this question?

Song Pianzhen thought carefully, normal uncles, aunts, siblings, and sisters would pick something for the children to take home to eat when they watched the children eat their own meals and snacks?

Answer the questions steadily.

Song Pianzhen thought about it again.

The most special thing about Donggong's eating is that these are all for Fengyue to eat, and she personally asks the small kitchen to make them.

Is it different here?

Song Pianzhen had just come up with a clue, Fengyue lifted her hand, and the peony flower was thrown over by her and fell straight into her arms.

Is this anxious?

Song Pianzhen held the extremely beautiful peony with a big mouth, pondered slightly, and said:

"I told her to send it to her, but how to send it depends on what the princess said."

She blinked, clearing the rare jokes in her eyes.

"This is the internal affairs of the Eastern Palace. I don't care about the prince."

This is fair.

Feng Yuexian's fur that exploded into hairballs was smoothed.

She curled her lips, twisted her thin waist, stood up, and was about to walk towards Song Pianzhen.

Xueqing walked into the hall and said quickly:

"His Royal Highness, Princess Qinghe has entered the palace and is heading to Mingshou Palace."

"..."

Mao exploded again.