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"It's a slave." Ruyi thought that Xie Xuan felt that the sentence she wrote was superfluous and a little timid.

"What's your name? What's your surname?" Xie Xuan's eyes burned.

Yu Tingwan was obviously frightened when he saw Ruyi, so he answered for her: "Her name is Ruyi, and her surname is Feng."

Xie Xuan nodded, seeming to realize that she had lost her composure. Her eyes were not as eager as before, and she only said that the name was good.

Concubine Xian thought she was being rash, so she said, "I'm going to Yizhou in a while, so I have to be more prudent."

"Yizhou?" Yu Tingwan was a little surprised. The Jingyi gentry relied on the pass and had always been against the king of Liang. There were signs of a complete fallout. Why did Xie Xuan go to Yizhou?

"My great-uncle is there. He has no children and has been seriously ill recently. He asked his father... to help him arrange his funeral arrangements and bring back his coffin."

The Xie family made three bets at that time. The direct branch followed Pei Xu to make plans, one went to Jingyi Prefecture where Princess Chengyang lived, and the other went to Jinling.

Yu Tingwan still felt strange. In this case, what should Xie Xuan, a girl who had not left the court, do?

It has been more than half an hour since the people waiting in the palace sang the poems written by the guests one by one. Because it was written for fun, no one would appreciate it seriously.

Only Xie Yun sent someone to ask who had drawn the bamboo stick written with cicada.

"My sister also thinks that the concubine's writing is good." Xie Xuan looked at the virtuous concubine and said, "Madam, can you give me the poem written by the concubine? I promise that I will keep it well."

"I cannot be the master of this." Concubine Xian glanced at Yu Tingwan, "You have to ask the concubine."

"Of course you can." Yu Tingwan agreed simply.

After the banquet was over, on the way back to Yilan Hall, Xie Xuan came over to say goodbye to Yu Tingwan, "My dear concubine, I'm going to say goodbye. I don't know when we will see you again."

"Why do you say it as if you want to say goodbye forever?" Yu Tingwan couldn't laugh or cry. For some reason, the girl in front of her had clearly never met her, but she liked her very much.

"It's a long way to Jingyi, but it's about the same." Xie Xuan stopped talking, with tears in her eyes, and the more she said, the more outrageous she said, "Maybe he will die on the road, people die easily."

Yu Tingwan quickly told her to stop and said, "Don't say this. It will be autumn when you come back. I invite you to come to the palace to eat crabs."

Xie Xuan forced out a smile and said, "Okay, thank you, Madam."

Ruyi took an extra look at Xie Xuan's back. Yu Tingwan noticed it and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The poem that Miss Xie took away today had the word slave on it." Ruyi's ears turned red, "If others see it and think it was written by the queen, wouldn't it bring a bad name to the queen?"

"You wrote very well, and Concubine Xian praised you. Didn't you realize that she likes you quite a lot today?"

Ruyi nodded lightly, and Yu Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief.

It was almost time for the palace door to be locked, and all the invited women hurriedly hurried. Pei Zhi entered the palace at this point. Hearing some noise outside the carriage, he frowned and asked the coachman: "Why are so many women entering the palace today?" ?”

"It seems that the Concubine Xian is hosting a grand banquet again."

Pei Zhi didn't say anything anymore. He glanced at the report and his face was as dark as water. The servant who held the lamp in the carriage kept silent and lowered his head.

Last month, the Jingyi nobles kept to themselves as if they had agreed. King Liang also had an additional military adviser beside him, and asked Fu Xun to attack the city several times.

The King of Liang sent a letter to Pei Zhi, requesting a truce and willing to send his youngest son to Chang'an as a pledge to show his sincerity.

Pei Zhi entered the palace today to inform the emperor.

There was silence in the Zichen Palace. Seeing that the emperor was rarely awake, Pei Zhi only spoke after paying homage.

"Your Majesty, the King of Liang wants to send his young son Fu Xun to Chang'an to ask for a truce." Pei Zhi looked at the emperor's cloudy eyes and said, "I thought that since I was following an imperial edict to retaliate, I still have to ask for the emperor's wishes."

The emperor coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "You just make the decision yourself, why do you need to tell me?!"

"Hasn't Your Majesty been looking forward to King Liang going north to kill the Pei family?" Pei Zhi chuckled twice and said in a gentle tone: "Your Majesty cares about King Liang so much. If he has the slightest trouble, all the ministers will go up to heaven to listen. This is called relieving your worries."

The emperor was so angry that he sat up on the bed and said, "I don't see how you are trying to relieve your worries. You wish I would die of anger soon."

"Your Majesty is talking nonsense again." Pei Zhi's voice was very soft, and only two people could hear it. "I hope that your Majesty will live a long life. I will see with my own eyes that I will bring Prince Liang's head to the Zichen Hall to meet the Holy Spirit."

The emperor's face turned sallow and grew more frightened.

"I want to unify the Zhou Dynasty for Your Majesty, but I have to kill the late Queen's old friend. Is my uncle so unhappy?"

The emperor was weak and lay down slowly. He understood that the young King Wei in front of him had always hated him. The death of Queen Zhou was not enough to calm the anger of the Pei family.

He regretted for the first time that he had sat back and watched the King of Liang and the Queen conspired to kill Princess Chengyang.

"I'm happy... I'm happy in my heart." The emperor closed his eyes and stopped looking at him. "The King of Wei is a foreign minister, so he should leave the palace as soon as possible."

Before Pei Zhi left, he suddenly remembered Yu Tingwan, who was here to attend to his illness that day, and asked the palace attendant: "Just now, I saw that Your Majesty can get up, but is he feeling better?"

The man in the palace was young and thought that King Wei cared about His Majesty, so he hurriedly said: "Back to Your Majesty, His Majesty has been much better these days. Occasionally he can help you walk a few steps when he wakes up."

Pei Zhi was thoughtful and turned towards the bed. Knowing that the emperor was pretending to sleep, he said, "Your Majesty, I have something important to discuss with you."

The emperor had to open his eyes, but when he heard Pei Zhi come closer and say something, he was so angry that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

He said: "I have taken a fancy to the noble concubine, so I think she is not suitable to come to Zichen Palace to serve the sick."

Pei Zhi walked out of the Zichen Palace with a calm look. The imperial doctor who came in a hurry saluted and said, "I have seen Your Highness, and I don't know how to treat this disease...?"

"Your Majesty was so happy that he fainted for a moment." Pei Zhi glanced at the shivering imperial physician and said coldly: "As for how to cure it, Gu Ruo knows medical skills, what else do you need to do?"

The imperial doctor understood, and planned to go in and save His Majesty's life as usual, and ignore the rest.

He carried the medicine box into the palace, intending to wake up the Emperor with a silver needle first, but found that the Emperor's eyes were wide open and his face was purple with anger.

The blame was on Pei Zhiping, who was always respectful on the outside, but was used to being arrogant in private. With just that sentence, the emperor felt that the imperial concubine had been having an affair with the King of Wei for a long time. His anger and blood surged up in his mouth, and he murmured curses.

The imperial doctor's heart trembled. Thinking of what King Wei said, Emperor Quan Dang had already fainted and he didn't hear anything.

The emperor was even more annoyed when he saw the imperial doctor leaving in such a hurry. He reached out and patted the bed, signaling for the palace attendants to come over.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Go and call the noble concubine. I have something to say to her."

Yu Tingwan had already taken off her hairpin and was about to take a bath. When the palace attendants from Zichen Palace arrived, she thought His Majesty was seriously ill again, so she hurriedly pulled her hair into a bun.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, he felt something was wrong. The emperor's eyes were empty and he said, "My beloved concubine, bring me a cup of tea."

Jiao Yue was about to help her, but the emperor said: "I want the noble concubine to pour it down herself."

Although Yu Tingwan felt strange, he still did as he was told. When serving tea, he looked up and saw the emperor's eyes were gloomy and sad.

"Your Majesty, please come to the dragon bed to serve me tonight."