"First, take the Eighth Prince down for treatment and give him a residence in Jin'an Palace." Qi Wenjue said.
Qi Chengyi supported his seriously injured body and knelt down weakly to thank him: "My father's kindness is so great, and I am grateful to you."
Two eunuchs came one after another and helped Qi Chengyi to Jin'an Palace.
Qi Wenjue glanced at Li Shuhe who was safe and sound, raised his feet and left Taiye Pond, and Concubine Yu followed suit.
Li Shuhe had a smile on his lips and waved forward: "Yun Qing, come here."
Fu Yunqing walked away obediently.
"A hail of arrows, you came to protect me and risked your life so much. What do you want me to say about you? Let me see if you are injured?" Li Shuhe said with emotion, "She is indeed the general's legitimate daughter. He has the demeanor of a god of war."
Fu Yunqing looked calm, answered fluently, and advanced and retreated in a measured manner: "When my loving mother was alive, I received many blessings from the empress. The empress is an important person to Yun Qing, so naturally she will sacrifice her life to protect her at all costs."
When she said this, she was half acting for the occasion, and half was showing her true feelings.
It is true that I am grateful to the Queen for protecting my deceased mother, but she has another purpose for sacrificing her life to protect her.
Mentioning her deceased mother was just to hope that the queen would take care of her old relationship.
Now that her father died in the war, except for the false name of the general's legitimate daughter, she has no power or backing. She wants to seek the queen's protection.
There was a touch of sadness in Li Shuhe's eyes. Every time he heard about Fu Yunqing's biological mother Wen Yanxi, he always felt a little uncomfortable. He smiled lightly and said: "If you have any difficulties in the future, you will come to see me. It's getting late today, so I'll send someone to see you off." You go back home. Don’t be too sad about your father. Birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings. No one expected that he would... That’s all, let’s not talk about it anymore. I’m exhausted.”
"Farewell to the Queen." Fu Yunqing saluted.
Aunt Ziyun helped Li Shuhe get into the sedan chair and returned to Fengluan Palace.
Inside the palace.
Li Shuhe held the Persian cat with blue and white eyes in his arms, stroking it constantly.
While rubbing her shoulders and neck, Aunt Ziyun said puzzledly: "It's really strange. Xiaoxue Tuan didn't run around in the past, but why did he go to the cold palace today and hide in the place where the Ninth Prince had an affair?"
"Why bother to get to the bottom of some things? Didn't Xiaoxuetuan come back safe and sound? Xiaoxuetuan was borrowed to trouble Concubine Yu, and I am relieved." Li Shuhe rubbed the white cat's head.
"What the empress said is absolutely true. Concubine Yu has suffered a big loss this time."
…
When Fu Yunqing returned to the General's Mansion, it was already late at night.
Tianying walked into the bedroom, blew on the fire sticks and lit the candle stand, and brought Fuyunqing a bowl of almond cheese from the kitchen for supper: "Girl, you have done a good job escorting me today. You have worked very hard. Please take a sip to warm your stomach."
The escort is meritorious...
Fu Yunqing asked while eating almond cheese: "Tianying, what do you think of the eighth prince Qi Chengyi's character?"
"I'm very lucky. If there hadn't been an assassin in the palace, and if the Eighth Prince hadn't been good at martial arts, he wouldn't have been able to rescue him and be restored to the status of a prince. I think he is a capable person."
"You can learn unparalleled martial arts in the cold palace. You are by no means a mediocre person. If you can get close to lobby and be used by us, or form an alliance with him, we can achieve great things." Fu Yunqing slowly knocked on the small window.
Tianying was a little confused: "What big thing is this girl going to accomplish?"
"Everything I want to do is a big deal."
Fu Yunqing was half lying on the imperial concubine chair, looking out the window quietly. In the dark rainy night, the lantern was dimly lit, the snow was falling on the branches, and the drizzle was like silk. When the cold wind suddenly picked up, the leaves rustled, and the corners of her lips parted with a trace of meaning. A deep smile.
Tianying smiled and said: "The important thing the girl is talking about is getting married and having children? Marry a good man with great potential, and when he ascends to a high position, the girl will be rich and powerful, give birth to a legitimate son, and manage the house from the palm of her hand. To make the descendants of the family prosperous and strive for the position of a royal wife, one is already a master among women and can be considered a glorious life."
"No, Xiaoying, you are wrong."
"The reason why my life is glorious is not because of whose wife I am, but because of my inherent brilliance. If I don't become a dodder flower, I will only become a towering tree."
Tianying didn't quite understand what kind of tree and flower it was, but she understood: "The girl is not willing to be trapped in this back house, she wants to break out of her own world, and the girl is not willing to follow the rules and raise her husband and children. You just want to Live this short life to the fullest and live out your world.”
"That's right." Fu Yunqing smiled and pinched her sweet and moist face, "My understanding is not too bad."
"I have been with the girl since I was a child, and have been with the girl for ten years. How can I not have any understanding?"
While the master and servant were chatting, Fu Yunqing suddenly thought: "How is Ziheng doing these days?"
Tianying was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "On the day the news of the master's death came back, the second young master fainted from grief and became seriously ill. You went to visit him several times. Today I heard a message from Qingzhuyuan that there was another trouble. I had a high fever and was so burned that I was confused."
"The situation is not very good, I have to go take a look." Fu Yunqing was busy dealing with that bitch He Wanwan, but she was so busy that she didn't see Zi Heng for some days.
Tianying looked at the increasingly dense rain and snow outside the window, and said worriedly: "It's dark and the roads are slippery. You've been handling my master's funeral these days, keeping a wake, burying, and erecting a monument. You've done everything yourself. You're really tired. Why don't you go tomorrow... "
Fu Yunqing looked at the dimness of the yard, and the fine rain and snow seemed to hit his heart. He felt uneasy for no reason: "After all, I have to go and take a look before I feel relieved."
Now in this world, she only has one blood relative, her younger brother Fuziheng.
Four years ago, Fu Ziheng and his mother went to a mountain temple to pray for blessings. However, they fell off a cliff due to bandits and broke both legs. They have been bedridden for four years. Then they suddenly heard the bad news about their father...and now he is so sick!
My grandmother usually favored my second uncle, and I didn't know how good the doctor she arranged for Zi Heng was.
Fu Yunqing got defensive and rushed to Qingzhuyuan late at night.
It was drizzling on a cold night, the lights in the courtyard were dim, and there was a faint smell of medicine.
Fu Yunqing put away the oil-paper umbrella in the corridor, drained the water, and saw the night boy in the east wing warming the fire and taking a nap. Although the oil lamp in the west wing was on, the doctor was sleeping inside and snoring.
She frowned imperceptibly and pushed the door open. The pungent smell of medicine made her head dizzy.
The previous son, Zi Heng, passed away five years after lingering on his bed like this.
On the hospital bed, Fu Ziheng was no more than sixteen years old. He had an extremely handsome and elegant face, but was skinny and skinny despite being eight feet tall. He was covered with a thick and heavy brown and black quilt.
Fu Yunqing sat on the edge of the bed distressedly, holding Fu Ziheng's cold and thin hand, and gently called: "Ziheng... Ziheng... Sister is here."
"Ziheng..."
After a long time, the sickly young man was dying and said: "Ah...sister..."
I don't know whether it was because of pain or illness, but Fu Ziheng had tears in his handsome eyes and was a little choked with sobs: "Sister... about my father's funeral... you have worked so hard... Ziheng was unable to contribute, and I feel deeply guilty..."
Fu Yunqing's eyes were sour: "In the past, when you were practicing riding and shooting, you fell off the horse so many times. No matter how hard or tired you were, I never saw you crying. What's wrong now? What's wrong? Shall I call the doctor? I'll wait in your room. Where have the people gone?”
Halfway through her words, she stood up and touched his forehead: "You have a high fever!"
"Sister...I'm fine...don't worry..."
Fu Yunqing was worried and gently lifted his quilt. Fu Ziheng wanted to stop him, but he couldn't resist her strength and finally gave in.
I saw a young man wearing a sweatshirt and a small coat. His chest and back were covered with bedsores, and his paralyzed legs were even covered in rotten flesh!
She was instantly angry, OK, she is indeed her good grandmother.
Fu Yunqing immediately shouted: "Tianying."
Tianying was also angry, nodded immediately, went to the well and scooped out a basin of biting ice water, and directly splashed the doctor and the night boy awake!
