The killer concubine of the sick prince

As a result, the usually deserted Prince Xi's Mansion became lively.

In the early morning, I could see a figure like a half-grown child practicing very rigorously, from the basic skills of the internal martial arts to the exquisite killer moves.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

In the evening, I could see this half-grown child walking into his exclusive small study with a pen, ink and paper as if carrying the burden of life.

Even Chun Tao, Xia He and the others were lamenting that it was just a little girl who was still like a child who could make their lifeless prince look like a new life.

These days, there are also posts from the female family members of officials and eunuchs in the capital, wanting to invite Princess Xi to have a small gathering, what kind of gatherings are there, etc. Zhao Ruixi didn't send these posts to Jiang Jiuyi at all, and asked Aunt Xia He And refused to go.

There were even rumors in Beijing that the newlyweds were sweetened with honey.

Not to mention that Empress Xia really sent a teaching nun...

But who is Zhao Ruixi, even if someone spread gossip that he is a sick child and lustful, he didn't take these people to heart.

With this excuse, a large amount of medicinal materials were sent to Prince Xi's mansion. Feng Zhiyan, who knew the reason, glanced at Jiang Jiuyi who was sitting on the porch watching the snow, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. This little girl probably doesn't know that she It has become the talk of countless famous ladies in Beijing.

He couldn't bear it, took away the tools for consultation, and asked the pale-faced Zhao Ruixi, "Isn't this bad for her family's reputation as a girl?"

Zhao Ruixi lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking about. She didn't speak, but just put down her sleeves.

Feng Zhiyan didn't speak anymore, and started to talk to Zhao Ruixi about other things, "Jiangfu has been very quiet this month. Jiang Chonglin from the Jiang family was driven back to his post by his father only two days after he came back. Rarely go out."

"En." Zhao Ruixi tidied up his clothes slowly, and said casually: "Emperor Meng Qing has taken care of Lao Wuduo now, and it's time to make a grand reunification soon."

From the Great Rong Dynasty to Emperor Meng Qing's life, he had a poor succession. In the past 50 years, he had only eight sons and five princesses, and some of them died early.

"You—" Feng Zhiyan hesitated, even today he is not sure what Zhao Ruixi thinks.

"I know what big brother thinks." Zhao Ruixi looked indifferent, "I will not take that step unless it is absolutely necessary."

The window of Zhao Ruixi's study was wide open, and he could see the howling wind and snow outside.

This year's cold winter, since the beginning of winter, there have been two heavy snowfalls, and each time it has been snowing, as if trying to cover up the sins in this city.

Jiang Jiuyi was just sitting on the porch watching the snow. His life was always very busy in the past, taking on tasks and then completing them, always rushing between killing and being killed, but now that he is in this Prince Xi's mansion, it seems that he no longer needs to worry about his own life. worry.

Just practice calligraphy and martial arts every day, and occasionally listen to Zhao Ruixi's nonsense.

The snowflakes are falling, and even the memory of the past 25 years has become strange.

In just over a month, Jiang Jiuyi, who was thin and thin before, seemed like a spring willow that grows when it sees the wind, growing up one by one, and visibly becoming healthy with the naked eye.

Jiang Jiuyi pinched the rudimentary muscles on her arms, then touched her abdominal muscles with satisfaction, and couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

But when his eyes moved to his lotus root powder dress, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Now, in order to pretend to be a woman, he deliberately added something to his belly pocket to cushion it. If he can develop perfect chest muscles, how can he use such a thing?

Eating well, sleeping well, and exercising properly, Jiang Jiuyi's whole body is like a pearl that has been washed away from the dust. A pitch-black long knife with a restrained and deep demeanor, it is aggressive with every movement.

During this month, Jiang Jiuyi had an overview of the situation of the Great Rong Dynasty.

The Great Rong Dynasty passed down to Emperor Meng Qing for three generations, and then this rather self-willed emperor made the supposedly prosperous dynasty look like it was dying.

The founding general Su's family was wiped out, and even Queen Su, who became the queen with the Su family—that is, Zhao Ruixi's mother, also escaped death. The queen's son, the fifth prince, should also become the prince.

But Emperor Meng Qing had no intention of establishing a prince, and let his sons compete with each other.

The first prince is the son of a virtuous concubine, and he was shaved and became a monk when he was weak. Since then, the Qingdeng Ancient Temple has never cared about the affairs of the temple. The second prince is a veritable careerist, and he strives to show his presence in various places. Now he looks sick again, the fifth prince is still young, let alone the other princes who haven't even finished reading.

Counting carefully, the ones who can compete are actually the second prince Zhao Ruijing, the fourth prince Zhao Ruixi, and Zhao Ruiyi who has not yet reached the championship.

Jiang Jiuyi has a very keen intuition, he believes that in this struggle for the throne, Zhao Ruixi must have his own ideas, and may even make this turmoil even more muddy.

Although the sky was full of wind and snow, the whole capital was still lively, and it seemed that the sound of frolicking outside could be heard through the thick courtyard walls of Prince Xi's Mansion.

Jiang Jiuyi was sitting on the porch watching Xue in a daze when suddenly she saw the Changsheng guards bring something in.

He silently calculated the number of times he saw Changsheng every day, and suddenly felt that being Zhao Ruixi's guard was a hard job, and meeting a master with a bad temper, doing things was like going through calamities.

Changsheng ran to the courtyard only to see Jiang Jiuyi sitting on the porch, and immediately clasped his fists together, "Princess!"

Jiang Jiuyi has become numb to Changsheng's observance of etiquette, and is almost used to the word "Wangfei". He pointed to the room and said, "They are inside."

"Thank you princess!"

Jiang Jiuyi sighed and reached out to catch a snowflake. He always wanted to leave Prince Xi's Mansion, but where could he go and what could he do after leaving here?

A voice called him came from the room after thinking about it, Jiang Jiuyi sighed again, got up and patted the scattered snowflakes on her body, and pushed the door open.

"What's the matter?"

The sky is full of wind and snow, the girl's face is bright and sharp, she is full of vigor without makeup, she is wearing a red jacket with a silver silk crane pattern, and some strange pants that are easy to move, but her skin is whiter than snow, and her figure is slender , Reflecting the heavy snow and cold wind behind it, it is so beautiful that it is a bit unreal.

The silence in the room made Jiang Jiuyi a little puzzled, and he asked again, "Why did you ask me to come in?"

Zhao Ruixi raised his sleeves as if to hide a light cough, "Follow me into the palace in three days."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Jiuyi was not interested in where he was going, what he wanted to know was what he was going to do.

"At the palace banquet before the year, since my concubine and my wife have a deep affection for me, I must go with them." Zhao Ruixi's words were soft and sweet, but hearing Jiang Jiuyi's goosebumps.

Not only Zhao Ruixi, but even Feng Zhiyan who was standing aside felt harsh, and even began to think whether it would be better for him to take a step first.

Zhao Ruixi seemed unaware of everyone's discomfort, and even gently brushed the snowflakes off Jiang Jiuyi's head, "How are you?"

Jiang Jiuyi resisted the discomfort all over her body and did not retreat.

good what good?not good at all!

"From tomorrow, Aunt Xia He will start teaching you the rules you need to pay attention to at the palace banquet. You should study carefully, so as not to disgrace my Prince Xi's residence."

Jiang Jiuyi's eyes were full of embarrassment, and she felt that Zhao Ruixi was just looking for trouble, "Can I not go?"

"No." Zhao Ruixi's expression was no longer as gentle as before, and he was even a little different, with a calm but unquestionable tone, "You must go."

The dejected Jiang Jiuyi sighed that her tragic fate was about to leave with Feng Zhiyan and Changsheng, but Zhao Ruixi suddenly asked him to stay.

He sighed again, waved his hand at Feng Zhiyan who had sympathized with him, then turned his head and looked sadly at Zhao Ruixi who disturbed his cleanliness, "What's the matter with you?"

"Why, if there is nothing wrong with this king, can't I enhance the relationship between husband and wife with my concubine?"

Aifei?

Jiang Jiuyi stiffened, her fist hardened.

[The author has something to say: 91: If you don't beat him until his face is full of peach blossoms, he won't know why the flowers are so popular!

Zhao Si: ...]