Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Xiao Anzi was at a loss: "Your Majesty, what's the end?"

Song Xi picked up the teacup and made sure again: "You said, many people saw it at that time?"

Xiao Anzi: "Yes."

Song Xi sighed, "I really can't tell now."

"What can't you explain?" Xiao Anzi really became more and more confused the more he listened. He could understand every word of His Majesty, but when connected together, it made people dizzy.

How could the simple little Anzi know that in this world, there is something more frightening than gossip, called rumors.

These insiders only think that Fu Mingyuan is eager to save people, but those who don't know the danger inside will only focus on the two of them alone in the middle of the night.

Song Xi couldn't explain it to him, so he waved his hands and said: "It's nothing, go and get me another cup of hot water."

After pouring the water, Xiao Anzi was sent out again to inquire about the news. When he came back, his childish face was full of shock, his lips twitched for a moment, and then he revealed the inquiring news.

As expected by Song Xi, what happened last night was spread by word of mouth, and in the deep palace, it has become gossip with strange wind direction.

According to a maid from a certain palace, she heard: Last night, His Majesty felt the wind and cold, General Fu entered the palace overnight, and waved away the crowd. It took half an hour to go out.

According to gossip, when General Fu went out again, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled, and His Majesty called the imperial physician that night.

This news spread out of the palace somehow. Previously, people who did not understand Fu Mingyuan's reluctance to seize the throne, now it was as if they had been opened up to the two veins of Ren and Du. It became clear in an instant that General Fu and His Majesty actually had such a relationship No wonder, the mighty General Fu is willing to bow his head to the idiot emperor.

But Song Xi didn't know about this for the time being, he was tightly wrapped, lying on his side on the soft couch, holding a book and sighing.

Xiao Anzi was fiddling with the carbon fire at the side, and when he heard him sigh, he suggested aloud: "Your Majesty, why don't you let General Fu put pressure on you to suppress the rumors."

Song Xi said: "I'm not sighing because of this."

"Why is that?"

"Because..." Song Xi paused, rolled up his book and knocked on Xiao Anzi's forehead, "Let's leave it to children to deal with adults' affairs!"

Xiao Anzi seemed to understand but half understood: "Oh~"

Song Xi opened the book, staring at the words in the book, but what he was thinking about was what happened last night. Ever since he knew the reason, in his heart, the big ice cube last night suddenly changed its shape, turning into a big peeled persimmon .

This way of cooling down, two big persimmons have to be peeled...

Thinking of putting two big persimmons together for posting, Song Xi's mind is now full of things that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism.

Although the lover in this world is a bit stupid, but the figure and appearance are worthless...

"Your Majesty, why are you blushing!" Little An Zi stood up abruptly, and was about to walk out, "Did you have a fever again? I'll call the imperial physician right away!"

Song Xi hurriedly called him to stop, and it took a long time to explain to Xiao Anzi that he was just hot.

The atmosphere in the palace was as usual, but the general's mansion here was a bit weird. The owner of this mansion locked himself in the study after returning to the palace last night, and has not come out so far.

If it wasn't for the change of tea, everyone in the mansion would have thought that something had happened to him in the study.

Although no accident happened, Fu Mingyuan was no better than death at this time.

After he came back yesterday, his heart felt so stuffy, especially the birthmark that had been there since birth, the color looked brighter than before.

Fu Mingyuan put his hand on his heart, the imprint felt a little hot to the touch, and even his heart beat a little faster.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, he looked at the window, and suddenly his eyes flashed, two figures seemed to appear by the window, the shorter one was holding a cane in his hands, and looked a little limping.

The man next to him put his arms around the lame man's waist from behind, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Brother, it's cold, don't lie by the window all the time."

The lame man turned around and said helplessly, "I know, I know!"

Who are they and why are they dressed so strangely?

Thinking about it, Fu Mingyuan suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if being pricked by countless fine needles, the dense pain hit, and the two people by the window scattered like phantoms, and soon disappeared.

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, "Master, there is a message from the southern border."

The pain receded like a tide in an instant, Fu Mingyuan breathed out with a straight expression, suppressed all the gaffes, and said: "Go in."

At sunset, Fu Mingyuan hurried into the palace again, just in time to bump into Song Xi holding a medicine bowl and bargaining with Xiao Anzi.

Xiao Anzi couldn't say no to him, and moved out of the backer with a bitter face, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician has already said that you should take medicine properly."

Song Xi also had a bitter face, "Little Anzi, as the saying goes, medicine is three-point poisonous, and you are forcing me to drink poison." I don't know if the imperial physician has a grudge against him, and the medicine that was boiled today must have been poured. It was really hard for him to put the whole can of Coptis chinensis in.

Xiao Anzi shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, this medicine must be finished!"

Song Xi pushed the medicine bowl out and said, "There's only half a bowl left. It's okay if you don't drink it. Listen to me and pour it out."

The two pushed back and forth, and the medicine was about to cool down. At this moment, a hand stretched out from above the medicine bowl, holding the bowl firmly and walking away.

Fu Mingyuan looked at Song Xi condescendingly: "Don't want to drink?"

It took Song Xi a long while before he said softly: "Yes."

"If you can't drink, then I will help you." Fu Mingyuan paused for a long time before continuing in a tone without fluctuation: "Use your mouth."

use your mouth?Crossing?

Song Xi's head was running fast, and when he thought of that scene, his whole body was shocked. He reached out to grab the bowl and drank the medicine boldly.

After finishing drinking, he seemed to feel that he was a little cowardly again, Song Xi handed out the empty bowl, and said casually: "You didn't intentionally drug me to harm me, did you?"

Fu Mingyuan's eyes darkened: "I never thought of harming you."

"Hey." Song Xi mocked unceremoniously, and asked impatiently: "Okay, what can I do for you?"

Only then did Fu Mingyuan get down to business, "It will be His Majesty's birthday in a few days, and a message has been sent from Nanjiang, asking if His Majesty is going to hold a birthday banquet?"

Song Nian didn't even think about it and said: "No, it's too troublesome to toss for a few days."

The birth dates of ancient emperors were kept very secret. Even when their birthdays came, they chose three days to celebrate them. Song Xi's body might not be able to hold on to all the tossing and turning.

"There are many rare medicines in southern Xinjiang. If the vassal king attends the birthday banquet, he will definitely bring some as congratulatory gifts." Fu Mingyuan didn't finish, but Song Xi understood what he meant.

He didn't respond, and said flatly: "Whatever medicine you look for, it's all people who have half of their bodies buried in the ground."

As soon as he said this, Fu Mingyuan's face sank, and his fists creaked. Song Xi thought that he couldn't help but make a move, but Fu Mingyuan slowly let go of his fist, and his lips moved, "You won't die."