Dressed as a short-lived cannon fodder

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Princess Zhaoyang raised her eyelids, but did not make a sound.

The anger on Emperor Mingde's face was even worse. He frowned and stared at Concubine Lu Ling, and scolded, "Mr. Lu!" Zhaoyang's health was not good, and these people still bother her with such trivial things? !

Princess Zhaoyang said slowly, "Concubine Ling, if I order someone to assassinate Li Lingzhi and intercede for the assassin, will you forgive me?"

Emperor Mingde nodded when he heard the words, and scolded Concubine Lu Ling: "Why, you still don't understand? Get back quickly!"

Concubine Lu Ling's heart felt as if she had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and she felt the chills rushing upwards one after another.The emperor has always favored Princess Zhaoyang, even if she said something like assassinating the sixth prince, she would not stop her.what is sheWhat is her son?Concubine Lu Ling held back her tears and tugged the young Li Lingzhi.

"Concubine Ling, don't bring Ninth Brother with you next time, he shouldn't kneel down for such things." Princess Zhaoyang said again.

Concubine Lu Ling's eyelids twitched violently, and she left the Hall of Supreme Harmony immediately after saluting.

When Concubine Zheng came in, she pretended she didn't see anything, she blessed the emperor and said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, my concubine ordered someone to make some snacks."

Emperor Mingde's depression because of his concubine eased a little when he saw Concubine Zheng, and he said lightly: "Let's put it here." The servant took the snack from Concubine Zheng, and put part of it in front of the emperor , and the other part was delivered to Princess Zhaoyang.A servant behind Zhaoyang picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, then said in a low voice, "It's not poisonous."

As if someone had slapped her face hard, Concubine Zheng was so angry that her chest heaved violently.She forcefully suppressed her unhappiness, and pretended to smile softly and said: "Thank you, the second girl, Lan Xinhui, for your kindness, and the third princess is a natural match."

Emperor Mingde's eyes twitched.If he hadn't listened to the national teacher, only such methods can save Zhaoyang's life, how could he let his favorite girl marry a woman and be talked about by others?Now he is dissatisfied when he hears sarcastic remarks, and he is even more dissatisfied when he hears that they are a natural couple.Concubine Zheng didn't seem to realize it, she continued to say a lot of words to please Zhaoyang, and finally said: "Miss Xie Er was not raised in the Hou's mansion, so I sent two foster nuns to go, and I didn't expect to come back in a day. .”

Before Emperor Mingde had an attack, Princess Zhaoyang asked lightly, "Really?"

Seeing someone answering the conversation, Concubine Zheng's smile became even brighter, and she said: "Yes, those two nuns can't teach Miss Xie Er." There was a bit of sarcasm in her tone, and she mentioned that Xie Fushu was raised outside, and then It is only she who knows whether she is saying that Mammy can't be raised, whether she is praising Fushu for her intelligence or her behavior is rude.

Princess Zhaoyang replied casually: "It's true that I can't teach you." After a pause, she continued, "Since this is the case, the imperial concubine should not send out people from the palace, so as not to make people read the joke and think that the empress's palace People are useless."

Concubine Zheng was taken aback, she didn't expect her words to be misinterpreted by Princess Zhaoyang in this way, her smile froze, and she said again: "What is the third princess talking about?"

"It's so obvious, can't you hear it?" Emperor Mingde said in a deep voice, "Since you can't teach, don't worry about it, don't go out and shame yourself."

Seeing Concubine Zheng's deflated expression, Princess Zhaoyang smiled lightly.She got up and blessed Emperor Mingde and said: "Father, my child is going back first."

Emperor Mingde's expression eased a lot, he nodded towards Princess Zhaoyang, and said: "Let the people below worry about some things, as for those rumors, you don't have to worry about them."

Princess Zhaoyang smiled and said, "My child understands."

She never took gossip and gossip to heart, but Xie Fushu did.Her method can be regarded as using power to coerce others. I wonder if she is still angry like this?After all, we have to see each other.

"Miss, this is a post from Princess Zhaoyang's Mansion." Yiyu whispered.

Xie Fushu wiped his hands, glanced lazily, his words were as vigorous as silver hooks painted on iron, and signed with the word "Lingyi".

Princess Zhaoyang is good at various styles of calligraphy.

"Miss, are you still going?" Yiyu could also see that the lady from her family was angry with Princess Zhaoyang, and she asked holding her breath.

Xie Fushu smiled, her eyes rolled, and she asked back: "Go, why don't you go? Take the book of "Feng Yu Fei" with you."

It is still very useful to sell scriptures and give medicine ink in Baiyulou.Even if the literati don't want to read the book, they really want Huaihetang's gold medicine and ink.This thing that is hard to find, now only costs the price of a notebook, who wouldn't want it?Immediately, the [-]-episode book was sold out.After buying "Feng Yu Fei", some people flipped through a few pages, attracted by the flowing words and the charming pictures, and immediately immersed in the story.After reading it, I naturally went to discuss it with my friends. After going back and forth, the one hundred people who owned "Feng Yu Fei" became lucky people, and people came to ask for it every day.

When the news reached the princess mansion, Princess Zhaoyang was really dumbfounded.

When Xie Fushu went to the princess mansion, besides "Feng Yufei", he also brought a medicine box.The pills she gave Princess Zhaoyang last time could only relieve the symptoms, but could not cure them.

"How?" Xie Fushu looked up and met Princess Zhaoyang's smiling eyes. Her complexion was still as pale as paper, and she looked thin, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind.