Chu Yingluo took 30 grams of thousand-year-old ginseng, mixed it with black-bone chicken to make soup, and threw the remaining ginseng into the spiritual spring in the space for nourishment.
While Chu Yingluo was making soup, Jiang Feng went to see Mo Beizhi and was reporting to the prince about the dispute that had just occurred at the door. Jiang Feng detailed everything and said everything Mo Wenhuan said to Chu Yingluo, word for word. .
Mo Beizhi's eyes were cold, filled with anger. Before he could speak, Jiang Feng said, "My lord, there is no need to be angry. The news that the third prince has a hidden illness will spread throughout the capital early tomorrow morning."
Mo Beizhi glanced at Jiang Feng faintly.
Jiang Feng immediately explained: "I happened to hear some of what the princess said to the second prince today."
Mo Beizhi looked away, narrowed his eyes, and slowly ordered: "Well, let's do it."
Jiang Feng grinned and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, he left the roof in a swish.
The next day, Chu Yingluo came out of the house and bumped into Mo Wenhuan. Unexpectedly, Mo Wenhuan saw her like a mouse seeing a cat, lowering his head and not even saying hello.
Chu Yingluo saw the dark blue under his eyes, looked at him and asked with a smile: "Third Prince, did you sleep well last night?"
Mo Wenhuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said politely with a smile: "Okay, okay...very good, thank you to the fourth princess for your concern. I have to go to the morning court, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, Mo Wenhuan hurriedly got into the carriage, sliding away very fast as if the back of his butt was on fire.
Chu Yingluo shook her head and couldn't help but sigh: "This prince has to go to court and go to court on time every day, no two days off, rain or shine. He is simply more tiring than going to work. It's better for our prince to lie on the bed and not even have to go to court. .”
"..." Chunhe frowned, going to work? What was the princess talking about... She turned around and said with a smile: "Princess, let's leave quickly. Princess Changning sent someone to say that she is waiting for you at Zuixian Tower. She has something to say."
"Oh, I see."
Mo Wenhuan was very tired after being tortured by Liu Xianxian last night. He fell asleep after getting on the carriage.
When I went to court in the morning, I listened to the ministers' murmurs. I became even more sleepy. I yawned again and again. I couldn't stand several times and almost fell asleep.
At this time, the surrounding ministers looked towards him one after another, and their eyes fell on him from time to time.
When he noticed the sights around him, Mo Wenhuan was frightened, thinking that his father had seen him dozing off. He immediately stood up straight and forced his eyes wide open.
Unexpectedly, the emperor still named him.
"King Huan."
Mo Wenhuan was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, raised his hands and respectfully replied: "My son is here."
The emperor is sitting on the dragon chair, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe. He is not angry but powerful. His gestures and gestures reveal the natural domineering power of the emperor, which makes people dare not look directly at him.
Mo Wenhuan's two groups fought.
However, the emperor just looked at him, his tone was neither salty nor indifferent, and even showed a hint of concern: "King Huan, since you are unwell, go back and rest first."
There was a rare warmth in his tone.
Mo Wenhuan almost thought he had heard wrongly, and immediately thanked the Emperor in a moved voice: "Thank you, Father, I am indeed unwell, so I will retire."
As soon as Mo Wenhuan left, the ministers shook their heads and felt regretful.
As soon as he stepped forward, the emperor said the word "retreat from the court".
Mo Wenhuan was walking on the road, his legs were weak, and he was about to get on the carriage when he was suddenly stopped by someone calling him, Prince Yan Zongli.
Mo Wenhuan cupped his hands and saluted: "Hello, Uncle Emperor."
Prince Yan walked up to Mo Wenhuan, looked at him with some pity in his eyes, and said: "Huan'er, there is good Eucommia ulmoides in the imperial uncle's house. I heard from the imperial doctor that eucommia ulmoides combined with coriander seeds is good for your health. Uncle Emperor will have it fried and delivered to you later."
Mo Wenhuan frowned and felt puzzled: "Uncle Huang, I am in good health and don't need Eucommia ulmoides."
Prince Yan waved his hand and said: "Hey, don't be polite to your uncle. Even though your uncle doesn't know if it will work, you still have to give it a try. What if it works?"
