Fall In Love With A Substitute

"...Today's crown prince is really powerful."

Feng Chenyi went to the General's Mansion, and talked eloquently in the octagonal pavilion in the backyard:

"Didn't you see that when the court came down, those people were so anxious that their shoes were about to go away, and they were all in a hurry to go back to pay back the money from the household department, otherwise the black hat and marquis plaque would not be kept."

"I wanted to help him talk, but I didn't think the prince's own staff would be enough."

Feng Chenyi looked at the cold beauty in front of him, and tentatively said:

"The matter of Chen Yangbo, Marquis of Xinyang..."

Feng Yue sat idle in the pavilion, threw out the fish food, and said casually:

"It seems that the prince has used it at the right time."

"It's really the news from you? Tsk, today's trip to Beijing has turned the world upside down." Feng Chenyi laughed loudly, "It's really fun, I guess I won't have to see Li Zi again in the future."

"Ok?"

Feng Yue Xian's nose let out a soft hum, which made people's ears go numb.

Feng Chenyi touched his earlobe and said:

"The crown prince claimed that it was his fault that he pointed out Li Zi's affairs. The crown prince has endorsed it for him. How can Li Zi have the face to be his prime minister?"

"If it wasn't for the support of the King of Chu, he would probably resign. If he didn't dare to resign, if he offends the Crown Prince, even the Crown Prince's kindness would not tolerate him, so he could only 'sick'. "

Feng Chenyi was in high spirits: "If the prince wants to take the opportunity to abolish him, it's not impossible."

"No." Feng Yuexian fiddled with the fish food in the mother-of-pearl lacquer box, and said firmly.

"Why?"

The figure of Song Pianlian appeared in Feng Yuexian's mind, slender but extremely resilient, gentle but not cowardly, extremely courageous and decisive.

Thinking of what happened that day, she smiled sarcastically, her temples twitching slightly:

"Without Li Zi, this guy has to be free. The situation is stable now, and it's almost a check and balance. Who will let him go?"

Feng Chenyi was taken aback.

"How about letting the disused Li Zi stay on top and occupy this seat, with no one in the way, she will be able to use it on her own."

Feng Yuexian lost her interest, and threw some fish food. Seeing that the golden red fish were all fighting for food, she said lazily:

"When she has a candidate in mind, Li Zi, the prime minister, will be able to do it."

Feng Chenyi chewed carefully, and it seems to be the reason, but——

"Don't blame me for talking too much, you told the prince the truth, is he still wary of you?"

Feng Chenyi said as if joking, "Just look at the position of prime minister, he has no one in his hands, and the Feng family doesn't have any—"

"Cousin, be careful."

With a click, Feng Yuexian closed the bait wooden box.She lazily raised her eyes, her pupils were as black as ink, which made Feng Chenyi dispel the thought that popped up.

"I'm being impetuous." Feng Chenyi sighed.

After Feng Chenyi left, the old General Feng Yong came back from his old friend's house, and seeing Feng Yuexian was still at home, he said in surprise:

"You haven't returned to the palace yet?"

"Why, you don't want to see me so much." Feng Yuexian glanced at him.

"How come."

Feng Yong sat down at the table, there were only two masters in the General's Mansion, they didn't pay much attention to the rules, they always ate at the same table.

"You're at home, I can add another bowl of rice." Feng Yong said with a smile.

Feng Yuexian picked up the silver chopsticks, but only tasted a few mouthfuls of vegetarian food.

Feng Yong really did what he said, with a big appetite, and said while eating:

"You stayed at home for two days, and the prince didn't come to look for you?"

Feng Yuexian suddenly felt that the food brought to her lips was unpalatable, she put down her silver chopsticks, and said wearily:

"Ah."

"Hey, great news." Feng Yong said with a smile.

?

Seeing the expression of "Do you know what I'm talking about" on his daughter's face, Feng Yong said confidently:

"You are always afraid of being restrained. I care about you and you are impatient. You must be very happy if the crown prince doesn't restrain you."

"..." Feng Yuexian remained expressionless, "Yes, I am very happy."

Feng Yong guessed what his daughter was thinking, and was even more proud. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, smashed it and said:

"Didn't you tell me earlier that you formed an alliance with the prince?"

"When you go out of the palace for two or three days, the crown prince doesn't care about you and doesn't send secret guards to watch over you. How much trust is there, isn't it a good thing?"

"..."

Feng Yuexian couldn't refute this point, even she didn't understand, why did Song Pianliu trust herself so much?Just because of Song Yu's instructions?

But no matter what, this kind of trust with no bottom line and no action is at the same time "letting go" and not caring.

Feng Yuexian sarcastically pursed her lips, and brought the jasper flagon with green hands, pouring wine for herself.

She raised her head, her blue hair drooped like willow silk, and the strong wine entered her throat.

Feng Yong looked at her:

"Drinking today? Are you unhappy?"

Feng Yuexian didn't speak, she drank a glass of wine, her eyes sparkled, and the stars turned into water waves.

"Who else dares to provoke my daughter now? Feng Chenyi is here today? He is so cowardly, let alone dare."

Feng Yong smacked his lips and said casually: "It can't be for the prince, can it?"

Without waiting for Feng Yuexian to reply, he answered by himself:

"Ham, it's definitely not. You said a few days ago that you are just an alliance, and there will never be any love for children."

"..."

Feng Yuexian caressed her face.

How high is this wine?

His face became hot.

Song Pianiao went to Qianqing Palace.

Although she speaks harshly in the court, she still needs to be firm and soft in practice.

After all, the crown prince supervised the country for a short period of time, and his relationship with courtiers was not as close as that of the old emperor, and many relatives and relatives of the emperor who did not show up at court rarely dealt with each other.

If these people are involved, especially those who occupy seniority like the eldest princess, the emperor still has to be invited to come forward.

Fortunately, during this period of time, the emperor had a very good impression of himself. When Song Pianlu explained the matter in detail, the old emperor really believed it, and was extremely dissatisfied with the eldest princess and others.

The old emperor was such a person, he listened to whoever he liked.

If not, Feng Yuexian's father would not have been forced to retreat under the instigation of King Chu.

In this way, Song Pianxuan, in addition to letting the emperor know what these criminal officials did wrong, also asked the emperor to come forward and use his private treasury to subsidize some old officials and pay the debts they owe.

These old ministers are all like the same feudal family, and they have followed the emperor in the early years. They just don't have enough money, and the amount is not large, and Song Pianlu doesn't want to do everything.

In addition, the emperor paid silver taels for his courtiers in order to show the royal side's sympathy for the heroes, which is a soft policy.

When things were said about the same, the palace attendant entered the palace and said:

"Report to the emperor, the eldest princess has already come to Qianqing Palace after entering the palace, and said she came to visit you."

The emperor's face was covered with dark clouds, and a thunderstorm was about to come:

"She still has the face to see me."

"Father, don't get angry, anger hurts the body."

Song Pianjue said softly, tucking the quilt up for the emperor:

"Presumably the Eldest Princess wants to have some sweet words with you. My son is going back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation first, and there are ministers waiting there."

"You go." The emperor said with a calm expression.

The prince's expression was actually not good, his cheeks were as pale as snow, but he didn't mention how hard he had worked, only worried about himself and the state affairs, which made the emperor feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm sick, but fortunately you are still here. You are in poor health, nothing more than tired."

The emperor raised his head, "Xu Jing, take good care of your master."

"Yes."

Xu Jing respectfully responded, feeling in his heart that even if the crown prince was alive, he did not receive such favor and care from the emperor.

In the past, he only felt that the princess was trying her best to carry the heavy burden left by the prince.

But after this incident, Xu Jing only felt that this little princess who had always been raised in the deep palace, could it be...

Is the real Ziwei star descending to earth, born with the appearance of an emperor?

Song Pianlu didn't say anything about her illness, especially to the general's mansion, if she revealed the news of her illness, it would inevitably have a hint of "threat".

Since she knew that Feng Yuexian had different feelings for her, she had to pay attention from time to time and be careful in everything.

When Feng Yuexian left the palace, whether he left in anger or needed time to calm down, Song Pianlu didn't want to interfere with Feng Yuexian's original plan because of her health.

This is not fair enough.

But before Feng Yue left, she asked her imperial guards to pay close attention to the East Palace and other places. If she had to give the royal family some face, she even thought of letting the imperial guards surround the East Palace.

Therefore, some things are destined to be hidden.

Feng Yuexian's voice was calm: "You mean, for three days in a row, the imperial doctor went to ask the prince for pulse?"

"Yes."

"Why did you say it today?" Feng Yuexian's voice added a bit of coldness.

The Forbidden Army who came to report said humanely:

"On the first day, when the prince asked for the pulse of peace on weekdays, the subordinates failed to identify the abnormality. On the second day, the prince asked for the pulse in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Due to the limitation of the adjustment value, the news could not be sent to one place in time. "

The man buried his head down: "On the third day, the imperial doctor went to the East Palace again. His subordinates noticed that something was wrong and read the medical records. They confirmed that the prince is in good health, and hereby report it. I hope you will forgive me."

Feng Yuexian had no time to be harsh, and immediately asked:

"What's up with her?"

"The medical records show that the prince had fainted signs three days ago, and he has no other illnesses. Therefore, he was diagnosed and treated as usual, and his condition is improving."

Feng Yuexian leaned back on the chair back, three days ago——

When she left the palace on her front foot, she passed out on her back foot?

The little princess's body will fall over even if there is no wind, it's not a big deal, Feng Yuexian knew it very well, but couldn't help asking:

"It's been three days, and it's still not clear?"

The Custodian tried hard to remember:

"The medical case is on the right track...the prince has not had a good rest, which is not good for his condition."

Yes, she is still dealing with court affairs these days.

The emperor fell ill and left state affairs to his children. At this time, only Song Pianlu was left. Who can help her?

She can only carry these things, even when she is sick.

Song Pianli's slender figure and that soft and graceful style like a begonia hanging from silk came to mind.

Such a little princess should have been pampered.

The narrow and timid thin shoulders have to support the precarious Dali.

At this time, Feng Yuexian couldn't remember it long ago. When she was talking to Feng Chenyi the day before yesterday, she was still thinking about Song Pianliao's ruthlessness, which made her love and hate at the same time.

As soon as she heard that she was ill, all tenacity, determination and courage were out of her mind.

There is only one dodder plant in the mind, the young branches curl up helplessly, soft and fragile.

Can't find anything to rely on, helpless and wandering.

Feng Yue got up leisurely, her clothes fluttering.

"Yinxue, ready to return to the palace."

Song Pianlu's thoughts are very rational and calm, but the East Palace is less personal, so it is more deserted after all.

On the day she came to the East Palace, Feng Yuexian came. In this way, since she came to this small world, she has never been separated from Feng Yuexian.

In the past two days, there was only one quilt and one rice cake on the canopy bed.

——Never mind, it's quite spacious to sleep like this.

It's just that when I get up early every day, there is no one to shine on the mirror on the dressing table, and I always feel a little lonely.

Song Pianliu withdrew her gaze from looking at Luan Jing.

Xue Qing said softly:

"Your Highness, do you want to invite the Crown Princess back? Yesterday, Concubine Hui sent someone to look for the Crown Princess, but the Crown Princess never came back, so it's not a solution."

"There are already rumors outside."

Needless to say, Xueqing, Song Pianliu also wanted to know what to say.

However, what the outside world says is irrelevant and can even be used as a smoke bomb.

But Feng Yuexian never came back, the emperor may not be able to justify——

Before that, Feng Yuexian often served the sick, these few days the emperor even asked about Feng Yuexian, and Song Pianlu covered it up.

If the emperor knows that Feng Yuexian still misses Feng's family so much after marrying into the royal family, it will inevitably arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Song Pianlu pondered and said:

"Then let Xu Jing go in person—"

Before she finished speaking, the voice of the palace servant saluting came from outside:

"All blessings, Crown Princess."

Song Pianli opened her eyes slightly, and turned to look at the gate of the palace.

Feng Yuexian... is back?