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As soon as the two entered the inner hall, they almost choked on the smell of medicine and sneezed.

But the imperial concubine stood by the dragon couch, and when she saw the two of them approaching, she burst into tears with pear blossoms and rain.

"You guys are here, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please open your eyes and see—"

Wen Yaofeng and Bai Chun knelt on the futon beside them, and the court lady hurriedly helped the old man up.

While the clothes were being flipped, Wen Yaofeng looked at Ke Ke carefully.

The old emperor kept coughing, and she kept crying with red eyes, and paired with the jasper hairpin, she really looked like a favorite concubine that I still feel pity for.

Wen Yaofeng suddenly smelled a hint of cooling oil.

Ke Ke covered his sleeves and wiped again, crying: "Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself."

...One or two of you are going all out for this show.

The old emperor wore a gorgeous nightgown embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and was helped to sit beside the brocade pillow, unable to speak, his throat was full of phlegm after coughing for a long time.

Bai Chun reacted quickly, holding the old actor's hand and said sincerely: "Father, Chun'er has come to see you, and my brother is here too, don't worry."

Wen Yaofeng nodded immediately, and took the initiative to add drama to himself: "I am watching all the work in the previous dynasty, you can sleep at ease."

The old emperor patted Bai Chun's hand, looked at Wen Yaofeng with a complicated face, opened his mouth and said, "Hey..."

Still can't pronounce it.

Although the script said that there were doubts about the emperor's serious illness, judging from the current situation, it didn't look like it was pretending.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the maid answered in a hurry: "What do you want? Tea? Medicinal soup?"

The old emperor shook his head, pointing to the plum vase and scissors on the lacquered gold cabinet.

The two things were put on the tray and brought over. The old man took the scissors tremblingly, and cut off the excess plum branches with all his strength.

"Hey..." He shook the scissors, cut off another dead branch, and looked sideways at the two emperors beside the bed.

Bai Chun leaned down on the ground, and responded in a low voice: "I understand."

Wen Yaofeng was stunned for a few seconds, then bowed silently.

When the two bowed down at the same time, the sleeves of the robes opened like butterfly wings.

Just about to get up, Wei Liang poked her fingertips over and stuffed a small object into Wen Yaofeng's palm.

Wen Yaofeng didn't respond, but took the thing and put it back into his sleeve.

Once the old emperor put down the scissors, he fell back and continued to sleep.

The maid put the golden gauze curtain in place, but the imperial concubine sent them out with a round fan.

Before going out, she took a step forward with earnest eyes.

"Your Majesty has told me many times in the past that if you want to protect this prosperous country, you must rely on your brothers to be of one mind and govern both civil and military."

Before he finished speaking, Prime Minister Pan outside the door laughed.

"But noble concubine, when is it your turn to instruct the crown prince on how to handle things?"

Ke Ke's expression changed, and he was about to refute, but was interrupted for the second time.

"Your Majesty has been seriously ill for four years, and you have been taking care of him before and after. Why doesn't the disease get better, and the situation is getting worse every day?" Jiang Taifu said coldly, "I'm afraid he was bought off by the imperial physician, so it's all for your use!"

Wen Yaofeng looked like a delinquent boy who had just returned from skipping class. He lifted the curtain and said with a smile, "Prime Minister Pan, why are you angry with her? Let's go out and talk."

Pan Xiao didn't expect this young man to perform well on the spot, patted his knees and stood up by himself, remembering to glare at Jiang Qi, who was from the opposing party.

"Bearded but short-sighted, let's go."

"My beard is long?" Jiang Qi laughed angrily: "You're not so short either!"

Sitting back in the carriage again, Pan Xiao immediately took a seat beside him, with a nervous expression on his face, and he was sitting upright.

The eunuch Ah Fu carefully looked at their expressions, and said cautiously: "Go back to Fengliuji?"

Pan laughed coldly.

"Naturally, it's back to Fengliuji," Wen Yaofeng said with a smile, "What is the prime minister doing with a cold face, and I'm not happy to see you?"

The other party turned his head and looked out of the window without saying a word.

The crew of the Prince's Mansion didn't build it at all, and the eunuch would find an excuse to stop it if he went to it.

Prince Yao's setting is to be wild and unrestrained by nature. He has raised too many dancers and kabukis, and in the end he simply bought a Tingxiangxie in the downtown area and openly lived here for a long time.

Fengliuji is partly home to the night market and partly home to Yanliu Lane, where there is a mixed bag of individual tourists, hiding a lot of secrets.

When he sat down again, Pan Xiao didn't come over.

He raised his hand and brushed aside the bamboo curtain, listening to the charming laughter outside, and motioned for the servants to leave with a sullen expression.

Wen Yaofeng looked at him with his chin propped up, his brows tightened.

Prime Minister Pan has completely different attitudes towards others.

In Jiang Taifu and in front of the emperor, he always had a playful and generous look.

But at this moment, Prime Minister Pan's demeanor was stern, so arrogant that he didn't take him as the prince seriously at all.

Before and after the first episode of "The Moment of Killing", the six of them met privately several times.

Lao Pan and Lao Jiang are very good-natured people. Although they are highly qualified and have won several rounds of awards for their hit dramas, they still fight landlords cross-legged with a few youngsters, with white stripes on their faces, laughing until the beer a collar.

Now as soon as he enters the scene, a murderous chill rushes over his face, without reservation.

"Have you found out about Jin Zhenyu?"

"No."

Pan Xiao turned around, glanced up and down very slowly, and mocked: "The prince is busy drinking with the girls, this is a trivial matter, the old minister should ask slowly by himself."

"That's so embarrassing." Wen Yaofeng was about to sleep on the long table, squinting at him on his stomach, "Prime Minister, are you in such a hurry that you don't even want to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Pan Xiao's expression changed, and he arrived in front of Wen Yaofeng in three steps, and stretched out his hand like an eagle's claw to pinch his collar: "Prince, I have a few words, we have to make it clear."

"I am loyal to you, because you are the eldest son of the dynasty, the unshakable foundation of the country, and the rules of thousands of years of ancestors standing behind you."

"If you don't seize the gold and feathers, Prince Chun's family will only become more unscrupulous. Sooner or later, your internal and external connections will be wiped out-and then I will die with you too!"

Wen Yaofeng didn't struggle, and let him handle it loosely, and asked a very soft question.

"With Poison Feather, who do you want to kill first?"

Pan Xiao said coldly: "Of course I killed your good brother for you!"

He let go of his hand abruptly, and quickly walked back to the window, checking left and right to see if there was a third ear.

"Prince Chun has recruited countless scholars and scholars, and his reputation and political achievements are too beautiful, but now he is threatening you more and more every year."

"If you are still thinking about the old brotherhood..."

"It should be killed." Wen Yaofeng played with his hair, not emotionally: "The prime minister is bothering, and I will pay more attention here."

Pan Xiao didn't expect his first persuasion task to be completed so easily, and he quickly resigned as soon as his expression changed.

"His Royal Highness, let's talk again in Shanglinyuan."

After Prime Minister Pan left, the eunuch Ah Fu came over and brought him a plate of tea to quench his thirst.

Wen Yaofeng put away his foolish look, probed and asked, "He's gone?"

"Go away."

"Just now... Lord Chun stuffed something into my sleeve quietly." The young man touched his arm for a long time: "Here, let me see what it is."

Hard candy rolls down on the table, and the iconic LOGO is particularly eye-catching.

It turned out to be the refreshing blueberry mint candy newly released by the sponsor of the advertisement.

Bai Chun is also a genius at playing games.

Ah Fu shook his head cooperatively: "What is this, I can't understand it."

Wen Yaofeng laughed, peeled off the candy wrapper and was ready to eat.

"Your Highness—Your Highness!!" Ah Fu stretched out his hand to stop him: "It's not like you don't know about Jin Zhenyu, don't touch the drinking water given by others, what if you get poisoned?!"

Wen Yaofeng raised his eyebrows.

"What other people, that's my own brother, eat!"

Ah Fu: "...!"

Prince Yao went downstairs, chewing candy, and wandered around, a row of young kabukis all around, complaining delicately while rubbing against him.

"It's been a long time since the prince came to play with my servant."

"Drinking tonight, have you forgotten about Juan'er?"

"Your Highness~~~"

Prince Yao didn't care about it either, and walked out with one arm on each arm, openly taking the girl out for shopping.

"Ah Fu, do you have any money?"

The little eunuch was confused: "Huh?"

"I want to eat this," Wen Yaofeng pointed to the maltose stall in the distance, and turned his wrist again: "There are also iced watermelons? Buy that too."

The little eunuch was in a hurry, thinking that no one has a clue about the Poison Feather right now, so you don't have to worry about being finished at the beginning when you go shopping and eating.

"Your Highness—"

The prince raised his eyebrows again.

"You won't even be allowed to eat watermelon?"

"Eat...you can eat whatever you want..."

Wen Yaofeng hugged the girl and ate watermelon, strolled from Dongji to West Bridge, and said slowly: "My dears, have you heard about the Jin Zhenyu?"

The kabuki covered her mouth and smiled: "We have been listening to the Champs waiting for you all day long, how do we know this?"

"However," she raised her slender eyebrows, and stretched out her jade-like fingers to the distance: "That girl sells flowers at the bridge all day long, maybe she knows?"

Wen Yaofeng looked sideways, and saw Ke Ai in the crowd in ragged clothes.

Yuhi's trendy and sexy youth idol dressed as a poor girl today, and was crowded by other vendors to the bridge to sell flowers timidly, her bare feet were covered with dust.

"Wait here for me." He let go of the diva and walked over quickly.

"Is it cold, come drink a bowl of rice wine with me?"

Ke Ai wasn't cold, but he was left for too long without waiting for the camera.

Wen Yaofeng rushed over suddenly, she was almost startled, and tried her best to follow the script: "Thank you, but I haven't sold out all the flowers yet..."

"Ah Fu—"

The eunuch came over, embarrassed to look at the little beauty, and took out the money bag sullenly.

Wen Yaofeng didn't count how many flowers she had, and just put the whole bag of money in her hand.

"Give him the flowers, you go and change into better clothes, and buy a pair of boots, go."

After speaking, turn around and leave without asking more questions.

Ah Fu hurriedly chased after him, and said anxiously: "You haven't asked about Jin Zhenyu yet!"

"I asked her?" Wen Yaofeng waved his hand and said, "There is no one who even buys flowers, so where can I hear any gossip?"

Ke Ai got a little angry and opened her mouth to stop him.

"You stop!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Yaofeng turned around and glanced at her: "Aren't you cold with bare feet?"

"Golden Zhenyu is indeed not in my hands." She put the money bag into her pocket, and said cleverly: "Give me another bag of money, and I will tell you."

"Okay." Wen Yaofeng said with a smile: "Ah Fu, pay."

"Your Highness," Ah Fu whispered, "The bag you gave her just now is all of our family's property."

Wen Yaofeng was shocked: "Is the prince so poor?!"

Ah Fu nodded: "You are so poor."

According to the script of the program, with a few more words from him right now, he can guide Prince Yao to perform in the street, and even if he sings two songs, he can cut a few more minutes of exciting scenes.

As a result, Wen Yaofeng walked away without hesitation.

"Prince!!"

"Where is Qingyu Mansion?"

"Ah-ah??"

"Let's go," a certain person lifted his robe, his back was chic and coquettish: "Go find my cute brother for some pocket money."

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