The East Palace is full of gloom and mist, but the Jiaoyun Palace in the West Palace is full of joy.
The Jiaoyun Palace was tightly closed, and a table of delicacies was laid out. Concubine Lin Xian poured a glass of wine for her son, with a smile on her face and a very low voice: "Son, are you sure that that little bitch is really dead?"
"Really! My son saw it with his own eyes."
Her laughter was a little louder. In fact, she didn't care whether Fang Fei died or not. But now, Luo Jia's fantasy of secretly seeking her back to treat the prince's illness was obviously in vain. Whether the prince died or not was what she really cared about.
matter.
The third prince's voice was also very low: "Mother Concubine, my child has been gone for so long, has Father ever asked about it?"
She didn't take it seriously: "With my mother and concubine here, what can't be covered up? I made a reasonable excuse, and no one will find out the slightest clue." Besides, Luo Jia has been exhausted from all kinds of things these days, and it is impossible for her to come and ask about these things again.
.
The third prince said angrily: "My father only cares about the prince. How can I be ignored? Don't say that I have been gone for a while. Even if I die, he probably won't find out." The emperor loves his eldest son, and he, a bastard, has always loved him.
He was frozen in a corner, not even as good as other young bastards. Luo Jia had never liked him, let alone been close to him. The third prince could not say that he had any feelings for his father.
Concubine Lin Xian forced a smile and said: "Son, there is no need to be depressed. The prince can't survive for a few more days. Once this loser dies..."
The third prince finally had some comfort and clenched his fists bitterly. Unless the prince died, he would not be able to stand out.
Concubine Lin Xian said sternly: "Son, from now on you must be even more respectful and filial to your father and leave a good impression on him. You must not have any dissatisfaction or anger in front of him. Son, my mother and concubine will definitely let you get what you want."
As you wish.”
"Thank you, Concubine Mother. Sons and ministers have their own sense of propriety. Concubine Mother, please rest assured."
This year's trip to North Wudang was filled with misery and mist.
Not only is the scale of travel less than in previous years, but the number of people traveling is also far lower than in previous years. What's more, the departure time has also been changed from last autumn to this spring. Everything is so strange. Even the most lively people,
They didn't dare to laugh. The princes, grandsons and nobles all suppressed their joyful mood. After all, the prince was critically ill, who dared to laugh openly?
Especially Luojia, who was riding on horseback surrounded by the escort, looking absent-minded and full of melancholy. His son was critically ill, and although there were enough people to take care of him, how could he feel relieved after leaving? Originally,
He wanted to take his son to Beiwudang, Beiwu
The spiritual master himself is a man with excellent medical skills. His trust in the spiritual master is even higher than that of the high priest. Just because the high priest has a respected status in the country and the beliefs of the two sects are completely different, he
It’s just that I can’t let the psychic path grow up and show off its skills.
Therefore, his proposal was opposed by the ministers, especially the doctors, who were opposed to the prince's long journey. He thought about it, it was impossible for the prince to go all the way in a carriage, so he simply ordered to streamline the training for this trip north, and the concubine
female
No family members were allowed to go with him. He only took a few hundred strong ministers and nobles and rushed to Beiwudang. According to his intention, he wanted to leave early and return early. The purpose was just to go to the Taoist temple in Beiwudang to pray for his son.
Do your best as a father.
As the horse's hooves were about to step out of Pingcheng, he turned back and looked at the towering temple far behind. It was the most majestic building in the North, more elegant than the palace. He couldn't help but think of that face again, and he felt even more sad. Last year's
This spring, she counted the days in the temple and struggled desperately, suffering terribly, and finally escaped by chance. This spring, she has turned into a ghost and disappeared without a trace.
Because of her death, is his son really going to die completely?
In previous years, the training was all about traveling around the mountains and rivers, and completing some major plans for governing the country during the journey; but this time, Luojia ordered to travel day and night, and they ran down in half a month. Everyone was marching in a hurry. How could there be any fun in training? Every one of them worked hard.
It's unspeakable. In this way, in January, North Wudang is already in sight.