"Today and tomorrow I will give your Majesty a tip. I suggest that he find some imperial doctors or doctors who are proficient in treating injuries to come out and guide you."
Princess Yiguang turned around and asked, "By the way. Have you met His Majesty?"
Something strange flashed across Madam Zhang's face, "Back to Your Highness, I have the honor to meet Your Majesty twice in Qingyun Palace during these days."
With the word "two" twice, she slightly emphasized her tone.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty's current situation seems... not very good."
Mrs. Zhang was a military doctor after all. She had seen many dying people on the battlefield. One look at Emperor Changxing's face and it was clear that he was running out of energy and blood and was close to running out of gas.
Princess Yiguang nodded expressionlessly.
"Your Majesty has been ill for a long time. If you don't have a good rest in Yangxin Palace, why are you going to Qingyun Palace?"
Mrs. Zhang subconsciously glanced at the newspaper on the table.
"Your Highness," she paused slightly, "Your Majesty seems to be very interested in Princess Anrong. During my stay in Qingyun Palace, I saw him asking about the princess's current situation more than once."
"Thirteen?" Princess Yiguang didn't seem to hear Madam Zhang's intention, "After Thirteen got married, I haven't seen this granddaughter for a long time."
"Daughter-in-law Qing, when you have time, you can go to the princess's mansion more often and see how Thirteen is doing."
Madam Prince quickly agreed.
Madam Zhang reacted quickly, glanced at the newspaper thoughtfully, and quickly looked away.
At the end of August and the beginning of September, newspapers once reported a royal secret, saying that Emperor Changxing had an adult prince living abroad.
The whole Yun Chui can be said to be spreading from south to north and from east to west. Countless people are talking about it and speculating about the prince's current identity and whether he will be accepted by the royal family in the future...
In response, the Chen royal family has not responded.
Most of the people regarded it as a topic of conversation after dinner. Although there were many discussions, they were still half-believed. As time went by, it was forgotten like an ordinary story and no one mentioned it again.
Unexpectedly, the newspaper published at the end of November once again mentioned another royal secret.
Similar stories, specious plots.
The only difference is that the narrator of the story at the end of August is the nanny of the concubine who gave birth to the prince, while the narrator of the story at the end of November is the Wen Po who received the birth of the prince.
Anyway, they are all people who cannot be found and stories that cannot be verified...
"Your Majesty, when you have free time, go to Qingyun Palace to hang out. Why don't you see him and make quick decisions on so many national affairs?" Princess Yiguang said these words with some indifference and ridicule.
Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth and finally spoke out.
"Your Highness, your Majesty repeatedly mentioned that he didn't know who to appoint as the crown prince when he was in Qingyun Palace. Perhaps the imperial concubine was tired of hearing this, so she casually asked your majesty to choose using the old method..."
When she said this, the female military doctor couldn't help but stretched her neck out of curiosity.
What method can be used to select a candidate for the crown prince of such a large empire?
Cough cough cough.
Huo Qing and his wife both looked strange and coughed repeatedly.
Although Mrs. Zhang was confused, she also reacted and did not dare to ask again.
Princess Yiguang spoke calmly and brought the topic back.
"It's one thing to establish a prince, but it's another thing to choose the general to lead the Anhui Army. The next step is to recover the North Customs. In addition, we have to pay attention to the food and grass issues of the Starfall Army and the Ping Japanese Army in Baekje."
"Mother-in-law Qing," she turned to look at the Crown Prince's wife, "How is the grain harvest in our Duke's mansion this year?"
Madam Prince quickly stood up.
"Grandma, the weather has been good in most parts of the empire in the past two years, and Zhuangzi under our name is no exception. If necessary, the government can send a lot of food to various large and small farms."
"It's just that most of our Zhuangzi are along the Xinglan Grand Canal, not on the eastern coast. If we want to transport it, the journey is a bit long..."
"It doesn't matter. As long as you have food, distance is not a problem." Princess Yiguang muttered, "Most of the Zhuangzi who come to Taishi Mansion are on both sides of the Xinglan Grand Canal."
"Qing'er, send a letter to Ren Yi and suggest that the two governments load up the grain together. Once the grain truck from Xingluo County passes by, then join the shipowner and go out to sea or follow the logistics truck on the flat road and go straight to Huayang County."
There is nothing Princess Yiguang can do about this.
When so much grain is shipped together, whether it's on a ship or on a truck, the sheer quantity is easily noticeable, so we have to find some way to cover it up.
Fortunately, the local officials were their people either openly or covertly, so it was not difficult to cover up some people's eyes and ears.
Huo Qing stood up immediately and said, "Without further delay, my grandson will write a letter immediately."
"Go." Princess Yiguang nodded with satisfaction.
She clasped her fingers slowly.
Food from Ren Ning's family, Zhenguogong's Mansion, Taishi's Mansion, Xingluo County Home and the East China Sea Barrier were shipped together.
If someone grinds some from the Ministry of Revenue, it is estimated that the food crisis in Baekje can be temporarily relieved.
Of course, it also depends on whether the grain road is safe or not.
For example, at the time of the Yanzu Fortress, civil unrest broke out in the four western counties. Even though it had food in hand, it was unable to transport it.
In addition, we still have to wait and see when the Beihai Customs will take it back.
Otherwise, no matter how much food is in hand, it will not be enough to transport and eat.
Mrs. Zhang was restless and didn't know whether she should continue listening.
"Your Highness," she reminded carefully, "will my subordinates avoid you first?"
Ha ha.
Princess Yiguang waved her hand freely.
"No need, we are all a family."
"When you go to the palace to see Qing'er or return to Yan'er Fortress after spring, if they ask about it, just report it truthfully. They will naturally know what you are doing."
"Okay." Madam Zhang responded, her heart pounding, and she nodded quickly in agreement.
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royal palace.
"Changlu," Emperor Changxing held his head expressionlessly, "Tell me, who should be the heir apparent?"
Recently, there have been so many requests for the establishment of a heir apparent as soon as possible that the imperial study room has almost been flooded.
If things like Huayang County and Beiguan hadn't suddenly appeared, the courtiers would have fallen out in the morning.
"This..." Changlu chuckled, "Your Majesty, the prince you choose is related to Yunchui's future, so you must choose carefully. However, your majesty is the emperor, and the prince you designate is God's will."
"The old slave feels that as long as he is chosen by His Majesty, he must be the chosen one. He will be a wise king in the future, and he will be able to carry forward the empire and make the world surrender."
Emperor Changxing seemed to have ignored the old eunuch's compliments.
"Should we use Concubine Qing's old method?"
That's drawing lots!
"This..." Changlu was covered in sweat and was speechless.
"Where is Du Ziming?" Emperor Changxing suddenly changed the subject.
call.
The old eunuch couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Emperor Changxing would suddenly decide Yun Chui's crown prince by drawing lots on a whim.
"Back to Your Majesty, the newspaper has been published as scheduled again. It is simply Chi Guoguo's ability to challenge Jin Linwei. The Lord Commander is probably trying to find out who is behind the newspaper again."
"Check, check, check." Emperor Changxing couldn't help but cursed, "It's been so long and he can't find anything. What on earth is he doing for food?"
"Forget it, let Du Ziming stop looking behind the scenes of any newspaper and find out what happened before and after Princess Anrong was born."
Princess Anrong?
Changlu was stunned, glanced slightly in the direction of Qingyun Palace, and then nodded in agreement.
