The Lantern Festival is over, and the capital has withdrawn from the festive atmosphere and returned to its usual solemn and busy life.
Emperor Xihe sat on the high dragon chair, lowered his head and saw Yan Fuguang, who was very conspicuous in the crowd.
After going to court, he asked the eunuch to summon Yan Fuguang.
"Father, what do you want from me?" Yan Fuguang picked up the tea offered by the palace maid and took a sip.
The tea has a long fragrance and a clear color, which is extraordinary, Yan Fuguang commented secretly.
Emperor Xihe felt a little embarrassed when he saw his son's cold expression. After New Year's Eve, he always felt ashamed of Yan Fuguang and sent many good things to Prince Jin's Mansion. However, Yan Fuguang's attitude could not be said to be good or bad. He was neither salty nor indifferent, which worried Emperor Xihe.
"It's not that my father doesn't want to investigate, but you also know, Fuguang, that the clues have been interrupted and there is no need to continue investigating."
This sentence seemed familiar. Yan Fuguang vaguely remembered that Emperor Xihe also said this sentence after the death of Concubine Zhao.
With such a simple sentence, the death of his mother-in-law was determined to be due to illness. As a result, he felt deeply the terror and oppression of the palace and chose to go far to the northwest.
"That concubine of yours is also fine. If the eunuch dies, he will die. After all, my father did not let you suffer."
Yan Fuguang wanted to laugh. He cast his deep gaze on Emperor Xihe and said nonchalantly: "It will be whatever your father says."
He no longer cares about Emperor Xihe's attitude, he will investigate the clues himself.
Emperor Xihe became more and more uncomfortable. He excused himself skillfully: "The relationships in the palace are complicated and the interests are widely involved. Fuguang, you will understand from the perspective of your father that you cannot care too much about many things and turn a blind eye. It’ll be fine if it just goes away.”
In response, Yan Fuguang twitched his lips and didn't even want to drink tea.
Emperor Xihe continued to talk to himself about his difficulties: "Recently, the barbarians from the north have begun to move frequently on our border in Dayan. All my energy is devoted to this matter."
Yan Fuguang raised his eyebrows, looking very interested: "What are you going to do, then?"
Emperor Xihe touched his chin and said as naturally as if he was drinking water and eating: "Let's get married. Once a fight breaks out, many innocent people will be involved, which is not conducive to the stability of Dayan."
The corner of Yan Fuguang's eyes and brows were as cold as frost, but his tone was so relaxed that he agreed, "Marriage? My father raised so many princesses, is he preparing for a foreign invasion, so you will send a princess to marry? This will not waste people and money." "
But in the long run, Dayan is bound to become even weaker.
Over the past three hundred years, Dayan has experienced prosperity and also experienced troughs. When it came to Emperor Xihe, the situation was even more complicated. The confidence accumulated over the past three hundred years was gradually exhausted. Emperor Xihe did not have great political talents. When something happened, he only wanted to get married. He had given away more than a dozen princesses to get married.
Yan Fuguang was very disappointed. He could not stay away from worrying about Dayan's future.
Emperor Xihe sighed, his face instantly aged several years: "The treasury is empty, there is no money, and it will be even harder to fight."
Yan Fuguang held his breath and finally couldn't help but stand up. He said: "Blindly obeying will only increase their arrogance. Although my father has his own considerations, I still want to say something. If you decide to send troops, I will I am willing to lead the troops there."
After saying that, he bowed and left without waiting for Emperor Xihe to express his stance.
Walking out of the Imperial Study Room, Yan Fuguang's ears were still filled with the sighs of Emperor Xihe, as well as those words that appeared to be concerned about the overall situation, but in reality were cowardly and avoided war.
After retreating again and again, when there is no way to retreat, what should we do?
**
Jinwangfu, Jinxiyuan.
The scar on Ji Qin's hand could not be completely removed, so Dr. Jiang told Lu Qing the unfortunate news.
Lu Qing felt regretful and asked without giving up: "There is nothing we can do in the short term. Is there any more effective ointment that can be applied for a long time?"
Doctor Jiang shook her head.
Ji Qin spread his hands in front of Lu Qing's eyes and said with satisfaction: "Look, the scars have faded so much that you can't even see them from a distance. It's not in the way, and I don't feel sad at all."
The hideous scars on the back of his hands were almost healed after treatment, but the severely injured areas still left traces.
Lu Qing held Ji Qin's hand and looked around, but still didn't say anything.
Fortunately, Ji Qin would not feel inferior about this. After a few days of observation, Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Entering February, I can finally reduce the number of clothes I wear by two layers.
Lan Ge'er has been obsessed with going out recently. When he wakes up, he doesn't want to stay in the house and has to drag someone to carry him out for a walk.
There were so many times that he wouldn't agree to just go around the Jinshiyuan, and he would go further.
Lu Qing had nothing to do with him: "Let's go, let's go, mother will take you there."
It just so happened that the weather was getting warmer these days, so there was no need to wrap him up too thickly, and it was much easier for Lu Qing to hold him.
The mother and son each talked about their own things and happily sat down in the pavilion by the pond. They talked to each other and talked very seriously.
Lu Qing pointed at the goldfish wagging its tail happily in the water and said, "Brother Lan, look! There is a small fish!"
Brother Lan didn't cooperate at all. He turned his head to the other side and stretched out his short and fat fingers: "Ah! Ahhh!"
"Little fish, little fish, little fish! The little fish is so cute!"
"Ahhhhh! Yeahhhhhh!"
Both of them were tired from shouting back and forth, and finally they were able to rest for a while.
Mandong made tea, poured the tea into the cup, and handed it to Luqing.
Brother Lan sat on Lu Qing's lap, raised his head and reached for the tea cup in Lu Qing's hand.
Lu Qing dodged and told him solemnly: "I will take you back to drink milk later. Brother Lan is too young to drink tea."
"Ah~" Nai's little voice is so cute, and combined with his flattering expression and the drool on his lips, it's even more hilarious.
After playing for a while, Lu Qing and his party were ready to go back.
When I reached a corner halfway, I saw Lan Xin taking a little maid and talking ill of Lu Qing.
"My legs are healed, but the hands of the maid in Jinjiyuan may not be as good as before! Let me tell you, there are just as many maids as there are masters. Both masters and servants are equally good at putting on airs, but in fact they are just paper tigers! What about the concubine, what about giving birth to a son, don’t we still have to bow our heads in front of our Yihongyuan?!”
Lu Qing gave a gesture to the people following her to stop talking. She wanted to hear what else Lan Xin could say!
"I just gave birth to a bastard and my tail is already raised. When our princess gives birth to a legitimate son, I will see how proud she can be!"
Lu Qing and others could hold back their words, but Lan Geer, who didn't understand anything, couldn't hold back anymore.
He opened his mouth forcefully: "Ah——"
Lan's heart was startled, and she turned around and shuddered.
Lu Qing pinched Brother Lan's little face helplessly, and then gently kneaded the piece of soft flesh that he had pinched just now as if regretfully under his innocent gaze.
"Concubine Wei." Lan Xin beat her heart, feeling guilty after all.
"Yes." Lu Qing glanced at Lan Xin, who was confused, and then lowered his gaze, stopping at her knees. "Is your leg okay?"
Lan Xin nodded in humiliation: "It's already healed, don't bother me, concubine..."
"But it seems to me that it may not get better for a while." Lu Qing interrupted her, her voice calm and unwavering every word, "What kind of crime should I be guilty of talking about the master behind his back?"
Lan Xin was furious and wanted to speak out.
"You are the person next to the princess, and you should set an example. I can't be soft-hearted and break the rules of the house, otherwise the princess will probably blame me, don't you think?"
"Then slap your mouth twenty times and kneel down for two hours as a punishment."
Lan Xin gritted her molar teeth and refused to kneel down.
Lu Qing sighed helplessly: "Do you think I am not fair enough? Or do you think I am not qualified to punish you? Since you are from Yihongyuan, it is inconvenient to send you back to teach the princess to avoid suspicion, so I can only trouble Aunt Zhong. .”
If you go under Aunt Zhong, you will lose several layers of skin.
It's a pity that Lan Xin doesn't know how powerful it is.
