Fall In Love With A Substitute

"The East Palace said that His Highness the Crown Prince will rest for another day. Today...you won't be able to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." Hong Chang bowed his waist.

"Didn't you say you're recovering and you're sick again?" The emperor put down the booklet in his hand, "Do you want me to ask you three times and four times?"

Seeing the emperor's extremely relaxed brows and eyes, Hong Chang knew in his heart that he would be at ease if the crown prince didn't come in a hurry.

It is a royal taboo that the son is strong and the father is weak.

Hong Chang said with a smile: "It is said that the windows were not closed tightly last night, and there was wind."

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

"Yes."

The emperor's oral order was passed to the East Palace, and the imperial physicians who were left to be summoned by the East Palace should not come in and out frequently, just to make a show.

Although she was sweating lightly last night, she didn't toss to the end, she only took off half of her clothes, and Song Pianlu was wrapped in a warm brocade quilt, fortunately she didn't catch a cold.

Not going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation is not taking Joe, but...

"The medicine given twice before has taken effect, and it seems to have faded a lot. It will be fine when His Royal Highness covers it with powder tomorrow."

It's all here, Doctor Jiang looked at the bruise for the "Prince" again, and bowed his head back.

He kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and under the eyes of the princess, he didn't dare to look at the person on the bed. When the princess asked him to come out, he picked up the medicine box and left without saying a word.

When he was outside the hall, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a bitter look on his face.

What kind of business is this?

Xiao Shizi had a close personal relationship with him, and he was the one who would ask him for medicine for a headache. At this time, he sent Jiang Feng out of the East Palace, muttering in a low voice:

"What kind of thing is this? The dragon is weak and the phoenix is ​​strong. How could he become a crown prince and want to see an imperial doctor?"

Xiao Shizi had a complicated expression on his face, and his voice was lower, "Oh, I glanced when I went in to deliver things, the prince was bullied by the princess... tsk tsk."

After all, he was used to being a servant of the Eastern Palace, and Xiao Shizi wrote "My master has been ruined", "The prince is being played by the princess, is there any law in this world", "The princess is so passionate, a woman, the prince It won't be sucked dry."

In the end, he finally accepted the reality, talking to himself and comforting himself:

"I don't blame the prince either, the prince's body... Sigh."

"Ugh!"

Jiang Feng sighed and looked at Xiao Shizi, speechless for a while.

For him who knows the true identity of the "Prince", he would rather be a phoenix over a dragon——

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

What's even more frightening is that at this point, the Crown Princess must know the real identity of the "Prince".

——She knows it all, and she still does it, tossing the delicate princess like that.

After tossing like that, he went to see the princess by himself, but she was still watching from the side, as if her belongings had been touched, staring at her like a tiger, so scared that he couldn't concentrate on the consultation.

Is the princess still human?

Jiang Feng thought bitterly.

Arriving outside the East Palace, Xiao Shizi said with emotion:

"Since the Crown Princess has arrived, everything in the East Palace has been handled with care. Doctor Jiang only comes here every now and then, so it's much easier."

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

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

"Ignorance is bliss." You are happier.

"what?"

Jiang Feng had no intention of explaining, and walked away carrying the medicine box, his back showing the vicissitudes of life.

Song Pianlu never expected that the first time she used the secret medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in this small world was not because of being plotted against, but because of Feng Yuexian.

Her skin was delicate, and after a lot of tossing, her body became disfigured, with little marks on her body.Especially the neck outside the skirt, there is no way to cover it, so I can only call the imperial doctor to get medicine.

The ointment was brought, Feng Yuexian put Xueqing under strict control, and personally applied the ointment for Song Pian.

Feng Yuexian has always been fair, and has never favored one person over another.

Except for Song Pianle's swan-like neck, under the clothes, there is nothing missing.

Under the golden curtain, how much spring light is hidden, will not be released.

Only from the occasional low laughs, heavy and sometimes light gasps, and low reprimands, one can get a glimpse of the splendor of spring.

front.

Just like the tiger, the emperor showed his power once and then dozed off again.

Generally speaking, the top is stupid, and the bottom is easy to fish in troubled waters, but the emperor is always faint, he prefers to point out the country, this country is still his own, he will do whatever he says, and he will use some stupid tricks.

After a good look at the court, it was sorted out by the prince in an orderly manner, but it became a mess again.

The princelings and the Feng family faction don't like to show off in front of the emperor in private. The remaining factions of the Chu king and some miscellaneous people really want to fish in troubled waters and increase their ranks. Who would have thought that the emperor would attack indiscriminately? .

Especially under the order of the King of Chu, they used to have a close relationship with the second prince who guarded the imperial mausoleum, and now they will not be angered.

God is sorry to see you, when they were trembling, the prince was tolerant and didn't pursue it.

As a result, when the prince fell ill, the emperor sat on the dragon chair and began to settle old scores.

At this time, no matter whether it is their own family or the opponent's family, they are all eagerly looking forward to the prince's return to assist the government.

This Dali cannot do without you!

After endless calls, His Royal Highness finally recovered from his illness and reappeared in the court.

For example, Zhao Tiancheng, the servant of the official department who followed the second prince and now surrendered to the prince, would have almost lost his official position these days if he hadn't often pretended to be sick. Seeing His Highness the prince now, he almost burst into tears.

The crown prince sat there, and everyone seemed to have taken a reassurance that they were no longer afraid of the emperor's tricks.

If there is anything wrong, the prince's gentle words of persuasion, or a few words of advice, will always make the emperor change his mind.

In the past, it was only the prince who oversaw the country, so maybe he didn't feel much about it.

But when the father and son are on the same stage, those who are interested have already discovered that the court—or the backbone of this Dali, has already changed hands without knowing it.

The prince used his excellent methods during the period of supervising the country to tidy up the people into obedience.

Mentioning the emperor, thinking about what he has done these years, everyone is in awe on the surface, but they can only shake their heads and sigh in their hearts.

When facing the prince, no matter whether you like him or not, in front of his gentle but firm attitude, all you can feel in your heart is admiration.

The face of Mingjun.

Under this recognition that can be called a consensus, the power gathered around Song Pianlu became more and more solid.

Especially when Deng Bo came back from dealing with the disaster, he first got the Wanmin Umbrella in Surabaya to send him off.

As soon as he came back, under the admiration of the prince, from the original small counselor, he became the most famous Pingzhang political affairs in Zhongshu province.

Zhao Peng, the original Pingzhang political officer, left sadly because of his ineffectiveness in collecting the debts of the household department.

The prince clearly rewards and punishes the officials, and he does not hesitate to promote the officials. After this incident, all the officials around the prince showed their loyalty with all their strength, and courtiers kept approaching, and the court became more and more enthusiastic about the East Palace.

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

Like the undercurrents coming from all directions, they all flow into the lake named Donggong, where the waves are dark and the waves are bright.

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

Estimating the timing, Song Pianliu advised the emperor to call the vassal princes from all over the country into Beijing to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet together.

The emperor put down his pen and said disapprovingly:

"Why do you remember this?"

Dali vassal kings are not allowed to enter Beijing unless they obey the imperial edict. In previous years, vassal kings would pay tribute to Beijing at the end of the year.

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

The heat is getting hotter, but Song Pianlu is still drinking hot tea. She covered her handkerchief and coughed twice, saying:

"Don't dare to hide the truth from my father, this son and minister... will not have an emperor's heir under his knees. In case something happens in the future, the crown princess has no one to rely on. She is really lonely."

"Therefore, the minister intends to choose a person from the side branch of the clan to inherit the incense—"

"Nonsense!" The emperor's face darkened, "You're fine, and you're starting to plan your funeral?"

Song Pianjue felt nothing in his heart, his face was pale, and he said with a wry smile:

"This is not my son's wish..." She got up and bowed down, "I hope the emperor will allow it."

There was a silence in the hall.

The prince and the princess, the twins of the dragon and phoenix, have carried poison since they were born. No matter which master they are, they will all assert that after seeing them, their offspring will be difficult——

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

The emperor looked at Song Pianlu's pitch-black hair, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

After all, it was his own child, who was obviously amazing and talented, but was doomed to be cut off, so he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

However, this is also good--

The Feng family has done a good job in escorting them recently, and Feng Yuexian has kept himself safe in the harem, he is satisfied in his heart.

But the Feng family is very powerful, if Feng Yuexian gave birth to a dragon son, after a hundred years, the prince will have another good or bad, Feng Yuexian and the emperor's grandson, it is unknown who will sit on the dragon chair.

Feng Yuexian was destined not to give birth to the emperor's grandson, which was one of the reasons why the emperor reluctantly agreed to Feng Yuexian's marriage into the East Palace.

If he chooses a branch to inherit the past, he will definitely not be intimate with Feng Yue Xianxin, it would be great.

He didn't pay attention to this matter for a while, since the prince proposed it on his own initiative, he can follow the trend.

The emperor let go:

"Then, how come the family banquet is brought up to the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Late fear of change.

Naturally, Song Pianlu would not reply to the emperor with these words, she said softly:

"It's a major matter related to Guozuo, so it's not good to make a hasty decision."

"My son wants to keep a side branch of the blood to stay in the palace for a while, and to see more. If it is decided, the vassal king will come to Beijing again at the end of the year, and he will inform the ancestral temple."

The emperor nodded:

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

After finalizing the matter, the imperial decree was sent from the palace to the feudal lands of the vassal kings in various places, ordering the vassal kings to enter Beijing before the Mid-Autumn Festival to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet.

The imperial decree specifically stated that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion, and the vassal king was ordered to bring all the children of the family to spend together on August [-]th.

There is an edict, and the vassal king has to come.

The finalization of this matter is one step closer to Song Pianlu's goal.

After the imperial decree passed, and the vassal princes entered the capital, it would take some time to go back and forth, but there was still a period of peace.

Song Pianle thought about it, came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and took a chariot to the East Palace.

Now that the matter is over, I want to talk to Feng Yuexian.

I don't know what she's doing right now...

The palace road was secluded, and when I turned a corner, I met another guard of honor.

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

Concubine Xian lost power, and even Song Duan was disgusted by the emperor, and was imprisoned in the palace and could not go out.

However, the emperor has soft ears and a soft heart. Maybe someday he will think about Song Duan again, which is a hidden danger after all.

Let's not talk about this, the concubine Xian's mother and son left the stage sadly, and He Jieyu took the princess to stand up. Although the status has not changed, the status is quite different.

When they met at this time, Song Pianlu had no intention of flattering her, but she would not make enemies for nothing, so she responded with a smile as usual.

He Qiuchan taught Song Yingguang very well, she was innocent, and she saluted Song Pianli obediently and curiously.

When Song Pianlu saw the child, she smiled genuinely.

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

But at this moment, facing this elder brother whom she hadn't seen much, she raised her head with a feeling of intimacy in her life.

Especially when he saw Brother Huang smiling at him, his eyes were extraordinarily gentle, as if washed by warm water, beautiful and warm.

Song Yingguang could hide behind the concubine mother and not face outsiders, but she couldn't help summoning up her courage when the brothers and concubines were talking:

"I heard, I heard that there is a very novel food in the imperial brother's palace..."

He Qiuchan was startled, and softly reprimanded:

"Why are you asking for food?"

Turning to Song Pianliu, she said:

"Your Highness, don't blame me, the second princess is not like this on weekdays, maybe seeing you today, I can't help getting closer."

It is said that the confidant is Mo Ruomu, but He Qiuchan said it casually, but it hit Song Yingguang's mind.

She had her hands behind her back, her face was hot, and she hung her head, a little frustrated.

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

"No problem." A gentle voice said.

Huh?

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

Brother Huang is not in good health and has not stepped down from the chariot.

Sitting on the chariot, he looked down at himself, his eyes were like two small crescents of light brown color, catching the gentle moonlight that no one could hold in his hands.

"If Yingguang likes it, let someone send some."

He paused and added, "It's just that you are young and your spleen and stomach are weak, don't be gluttonous, okay?"

Song Yingguang's eyes sparkled, and she said anxiously:

"I'm not greedy."

Brother Huang won't think she is greedy, she is not.

Song Pina smiled lightly.

The guard of honor continued to move forward.

After the prince's ceremony of honor, Song Yingguang whispered:

"Mother Concubine, Brother Huang is doing well." She thought for a while, and then used the words from the book, "Xia Zi Yue Yun."

He Qiuchan pulled her hair behind her ears, recalling in her mind how the prince saved her life with just one word in front of the dragon couch that day, she fell silent and sighed softly:

"Your eldest brother, you are indeed very good."

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

The main hall was exceptionally quiet.

The woman's intuition came into play, Song Pian stomped her feet, she walked lightly, and walked inside.

"His Highness is back?"

Under the window, Leng Meiren was fiddling with a flower basket, calling lazily.

"Ah."

Song Pianlu turned her eyes around, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual about her.

She relaxed and said with a smile: "I was going to tell you about the Palace of Mental Cultivation."

Feng Yuexian raised her eyes, her black eyes seemed angry but not angry, her red lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"I already know."

"Your people have fast legs and feet."

Feng Yuexian was able to learn all about the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Song Pianle was not surprised, nor did she mind, but the speed was too fast.

I don't know how Feng Yuexian trains his subordinates, how about letting Luo Chen learn from Feng's family and improve the efficiency of the secret guard?

"Crack."

When the silver scissors in Feng Yuexian's hand moved, his voice was extremely clear and sharp, which interrupted Song Pianliao's thoughts.

She looked up, and saw Feng Yuexian was holding a magnificent peony in full bloom.

Shaoyao twirled in her hand, but she didn't look at the flowers, only at herself.

"It's because my people are too fast, or His Highness just lingers."

"Listen to little Shizi, he passed in front of Songyang Palace, and saw His Highness, He Jieyu, and the second princess, talking happily?"

"..."

"Not at all."

It turned out that because of this, Song Pianlu 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? Then how did His Highness return?"

Is this question necessary?

Song Pianlu thought about it carefully. Normally, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters would pick some for the children to take home to eat when they saw children greedy for their own food and snacks, right?

Be steady in answering questions.

Song Pianyi thought about it again.

The most special thing about the food in the East Palace is that these are all for Feng Yue's leisure, so she personally instructs the small kitchen to make them.

Is this the difference?

Just when Song Pianlu came up with an idea, Feng Yue raised her hand, and she threw the peony flower over, and it fell straight into her arms.

Is this in a hurry?

Song Pianxuan hugged the extremely gorgeous peony that was as big as the mouth of the bowl, pondered for a while, and said:

"I told her that I want to send it to her, but how to send it depends on what the Crown Princess wants."

She blinked, and there was rarely a hint of a joke in her clear eyes.

"This is the internal affairs of the Eastern Palace. I don't care if the Crown Princess is around."

This is still true.

Feng Yuexian's fur that had been blown into balls was smoothed out a bit.

She hooked her lips, twisted her slender waist, stood up, and was about to walk towards Song Pianliu.

Xueqing walked into the hall and said quickly:

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

"..."

Mao exploded again.