Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

In Jianfu Palace, although Concubine Yi was already very tired, she still managed to gather herself up and sat beside the bed, looking at her like this, she felt guilty and distressed, and said softly, "Niang Niang, go and rest. , I'm here to guard my sister."

Yi Fei stroked her hair with a wry smile.

Said, "This palace is not going anywhere."

Xinping said: "But, Niangniang, aren't you tired? You have to rest too."

Concubine Yi said, "You are still young, and you don't know that mother and daughter are connected. How can a mother relax and rest when a child is so sick?"

Xinping thought for a while, reached out and touched Concubine Yi's hand, and said softly, "Sister will get better soon."

Yi Fei smiled.

At this time, a very soft voice came from behind Xinping, so soft that it was almost inaudible, and with extreme caution and caution, he said, "Miss Yifei, little princess, I'm afraid it's a bumper, right?"

When Yi Fei heard this, she immediately frowned.

Looking up and talking, it was a little monk who followed the concubine and princess back to the palace, and asked, "Who are you?"

Xinping hurriedly revealed Mingxin's identity, Concubine Yi hesitated for a moment, and asked: "You just said that the princess was a guest, is there any basis for this? This palace can tell you that when you talk nonsense in the palace, you want to Hit the board and chop off the head."

Mingxin was startled again.

But the words were out of his mouth, so he could only say honestly: "When the little monk was in the temple, he often saw some parents who came to the temple to pray for their children's blessings and safety. Their children are all In this way, after being frightened, they have a fever, headache, and nonsense. Sometimes they will invite the brothers to their home to recite sutras and exorcise evil spirits, and they will be fine soon.”

Concubine Yi opened her eyes wide: "Really?"

The palace is not allowed to spread this kind of ghosts and heresies, but it is not allowed or not, and it is impossible to remember that in private, I will pray to God and worship Buddha, not to mention that I am urgently ill and go to the doctor. No way, Yi Fei is inevitably a little anxious.

So he said, "Then, will you?"

Ming Xin said, "The little monk will meet."

Concubine Yi thought for a while, it wasn't anything like taking medicine, if it's not good, there will be sequelae, just let the little monk recite the scriptures, even if it's useless, it won't matter, the only thing. The problem is-

She winked, and Siwen, the maid next to her, immediately exited and closed the door halfway, guarding the door. Concubine Yi said to Xinping again, "Xinping, don't tell your father about this."

Xinping rolled his eyes.

If it was normal, she would find a chance to tell her royal father no matter what happened, but after experiencing the incident at Daci'en Temple today, she vaguely understood a truth. Some things should not be known to her royal father. It will bring disaster to people. At this time, he also nodded seriously: "I know."

Concubine Yi then said to Ming Xin, "You try it."

Mingxin bowed to her, then walked to the bedside, chanted a low Buddha's name, then put his hands together, and began to recite gently towards Xiao Yongping, who was in a drowsy state—

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practicing deep prajnaparamita..."

After the sun went down, after a while, the surroundings gradually darkened.

After Delu exited, Nan Yan sat alone by the window, not talking or changing. She didn't even touch the dinner brought by the imperial kitchen. Thinking back on what happened during the day, she only felt a burst of excitement in her heart. Faded.

In fact, the matter of starvation is not uncommon.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, such a big Yan Dynasty cannot have good weather everywhere, even if the weather is good, there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, and it is normal for the hungry people to escape from the famine. Every year, the Ministry prepares food and silver at the beginning of the year, that is, when there is a famine, it will be used to provide relief to the victims.

On the southern side, the Huaihe flood has always been a headache for the imperial court.

Every year, flood victims flood into Jinling. As the southern capital, it is the most prosperous place, and the government has enough food to feed them.

But what I heard today is something else.

Of course, when the emperor went on a tour, the victims were not allowed to appear in the city. Nan Yan could still understand the matter in face. No matter how sympathetic Chen Xuan was to the people, it was impossible for these victims to come out to fight the emperor during the emperor's southern tour. Face, it is understandable to drive out of Jinling City.

But what really makes Nan Yan feel strange is that the government here has not taken out a grain of food to help the victims from beginning to end!

How is this going?

No matter how daring Chen Xuan is, he dares to secretly expel the victims out of the city.

Could it be that there is no food in Jinling that can help the victims?

Just thinking about it, Nan Yan felt absurd and shook his head vigorously—how is this possible? If there is no food in Jinling Mansion, there will be no one who has enough to eat that day.

Then why did they refuse to bring out the grain?

Also, Chen Xuan told Delu today that the hungry people outside the city actually robbed the court's grain. What kind of grain was that?

Nan Yan faintly felt that things should not be as simple as they thought, especially when Zhu Feng returned to the palace in the afternoon, but took Chen Xuan and the others to the imperial study room, and has not come out until now, just for this matter .

If it was just an ordinary person who robbed the court of food, the emperor would naturally be angry, but the handling of the matter was still very simple.

But they have been negotiating until now.

Is there any trouble in it?

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's heart became hot, and he couldn't sit still more and more. He simply got up and walked in the yard. Ruoshui and the others followed immediately. Nan Yan waved his hands and said, "You don't have to follow, this palace will relax."

It wasn't long after the sun set, and there was still heat on the ground. Nan Yan walked for a while, but instead came out of sweat. She sighed and was about to turn back when she heard a familiar footstep outside. , Looking back, it really was Zhu Feng who brought Xiao Shunzi here.

She immediately greeted her: "Your Majesty!"

Although there was only a faint light from a few lanterns under the eaves, it still showed the tiredness on Zhu Feng's face and the gloom that had not yet dissipated, but when he saw Nan Yan, the expression in his eyes was still slightly relieved. Softening a little, he said, "Waiting for me."

Nan Yan asked, "Has the emperor had dinner?"

Zhu Feng sighed and said, "I can't eat it."

Nan Yan ignored him, and led him inside. When he entered the door, he turned around and instructed, "Go to the imperial kitchen to pass the meal, and bring some sour and cool things over here."

Zhu Feng smiled helplessly and let her go.

After entering the house, he took off his clothes and handed it to Nan Yan, sat on the chair himself, and let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing him like this, Nan Yan felt a little heavier in his heart.

He said softly, "Your Majesty, what happened?"