Feng Youxi immediately went down two steps and knelt down: "Your Highness, this slave has no eyesight. This slave deserves to die!"
"That's all. It's such a big deal. It's important. Get up." The prince couldn't stand his expression of hesitating to speak again and again, which really added to the problem. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it if you don't want to say it. If you don't want to say it, just leave it to me." Cover your face!”
Feng Youxi just stood up. When he heard these words, he trembled and blurted out: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have good news for you!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he wanted to slap himself in the face.
How can this be called good news?
Can you die without adding the word "good"?
"explain."
Feng Youxi's heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes: "Your Highness, the young lady of the Zhen family did not attend the lantern appreciation banquet held by the Emperor..."
The prince raised his eyelids, and a cold feeling came out.
What is this good news?
After he returned to the capital from Mingshan Temple, he received an errand to inspect the capital's defense and did not attend the lantern viewing feast.
"Then, she sprained her neck on the way back to Zhen's house."
Prince: "..."
good news?
He thought that Feng Youxi had had enough of life and started talking nonsense about seeking death.
Zhen Qingyin's news, no matter good or bad, should not be passed to him.
Still, I'm a little curious.
"What's the reason? When did you sprain?"
Feng Youxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his neck was saved.
"I don't know what happened. It was probably because the carriage was bumpy and I had been sitting for a long time, and I accidentally twisted my neck. It happened around the time we went down Mingshan Mountain."
The prince smiled and nodded in response to the soldiers' excited salutes, while deep in thought.
After going down Mingshan Mountain... at that time he happened to catch Zhen Qingyin's river lantern.
The timing was too coincidental, and he had to link the two things together.
Could it be that Big Bee refreshed the task and he fished for the river lantern and completed the task unintentionally?
Oh, that works.
The first two times I was so angry that I fell down, but this time it was better and I twisted my neck.
What about next time?
The prince's face was expressionless, there would be no next time.
At the same time, he suppressed the desire to see if he had completed a new task.
Feng Youxi held it in for a long time, like a flood that was released from a sluice gate, and he couldn't spit it out. "Ms. Zhen was being treated at a medical center one kilometer away. She left an hour ago. Your Highness, why don't you ask her about her condition? He twisted his neck. It’s no small matter…”
The prince suddenly interrupted: "Do you like her?"
Feng Youxi was horrified and horrified.
"If you like her, just ask her and I will give you three days off."
He immediately knelt down, wanting to cry but without tears, he slapped himself: "Your Highness, this slave talks too much!"
He thought that His Highness relit Miss Zhen's river lantern and pushed her into the water with such gentleness that it was time to let go of the slap.
The hem of the prince's black robe flashed past, and he left a message: "Apart from potatoes and sweet potatoes, there is no need to do anything else to avenge the orphan. In addition, let's see what new things appear around Zhen Qingyin."
He admitted that he still cared about the reward for completing the task.
Whether you can get along with Zhen Qingyin or not is a trivial matter. The important thing is that you can't get along with Qin Zi.
Yinzi didn't slap him, and Yinzi didn't like Wei Yi either.
Feng Youxi knocked his head on the ground and agreed.
So which ones should be reported and which ones should not be reported in the future? What's new and what's old? How sad!
There were many people in the city, so the prince abandoned his horse and walked.
Wang Linyuan led the horse and followed him step by step.
Feng Youxi got up, caught up and asked, "Your Highness, where are we going next?"
The prince's body could still withstand the bumps of the day, but his heart was tired: "It's so late, where can I go? Go back to the East Palace!"
Go back and count the money and look at the account book. Today is the Lantern Festival, and Linglong Pavilion should have made another large amount of money.
*
The next day, the sky was bright and bright, so the Zhen family got up early to see Zhen Qingyun off.
Zhen Qing's panda eyes were covered in layers of clothes, like balls. Her half-open eyes looked at the crowd, they were bright red and full of red bloodshot eyes.
He came to Fu Rong Hall and said goodbye to the old lady. He held her hand and shed two tears sincerely: "Grandma, after this farewell, my grandson will definitely miss you every day."
The old lady was sick and leaned on the pillow. When she touched his hand, the heat was unusual. When she touched his forehead, she sat up in shock: "Qingyun, are you cold? Why is your body so hot? How can we start our journey like this?" Recuperate at home first, and then it’s not too late to leave.”
Zhen Shilian's heart sank, and he said softly: "The Lantern Festival is the last date I have calculated to leave. If I stay back, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the spring exam of the academy. I will have to wait until autumn before I can enroll."
"This, this..." The old lady didn't know what to do. In the end, the body and bones of the sweetheart had the upper hand, "Second brother, you are the minister, and the mountain chief should be considerate of your face and be accommodating. Bar?"
Zhen Shilian was in a dilemma: "Mother, although I am a third-rank official, but if I stand with that rankless mountain chief, I am sure that no one else has high prestige. The mountain chief has peaches and plums all over the world, and half of the court has his connections. What can I do to suppress him?" he."
The old lady had no idea: "Then, then, let's set off after autumn."
Zhen Qingyun did not agree. He had to stand out earlier so that he could flay his enemies earlier: "Grandma, I'm fine. I'll set off now. I'm just suffering from the wind and cold. I'll be fine by drinking some medicine on the way. I think Study earlier, take the imperial examination earlier, and earn your grandma’s life earlier!”
The old lady's eyes were filled with tears. Her grandson's words were unreliable, but his filial piety was reliable: "Qingyun, you can take your time in studying, but your body and bones are the most important thing. Compared with the imperial edict, grandma would rather you be healthy. Peacefully."
"Grandma, if you don't let me set off today and delay my important study, I will be depressed and afraid that I won't be able to recover well."
The old lady was frightened, so she had to call a doctor and promised him a large sum of money to accompany him. When the wind and cold went away, he could return to the capital.
The family sent Zhen Qingyun to the gate.
Zhen Qingyun boarded the carriage, looked at the Zhen family one by one from the carriage window, and set out on the road filled with resentment.
Zhen Qingyin, Da Yinshi, Second Uncle, Zha Daddy, Zhen Yuanyuan, Xiao Yinshi, he will not let anyone go!
Zhen Shijian was sad. His biological son, whom he loved and loved so much, didn't even look at him or say a few more heart-warming words to him.
He was still feeling sad about parting, so he didn't have a good chat with him.
Zhen Shilian's eyes narrowed, covering up the darkness in his eyes.
The hateful look in this boy's eyes could not be hidden from his shrewd and worldly eyes.
Just with this look in his eyes, he couldn't make him stand out.
He lifted up his robe, crossed the threshold, returned to Fu Rong Hall, and served the old lady to drink medicine - if he didn't do it himself, this job would definitely fall on his daughter-in-law, who would inevitably receive a few more scoldings.
Zhen Shilian was extremely helpless.
His wife is so good, why doesn't her mother like her?
The old lady drank the medicine, stared, and started to complain: "Where is Qing Yin? Her brother left to study in a distant place, where did she go?"
