After the impromptu court meeting ended, Lan Ting went to his mother's palace to attend to the illness in the name of comforting the frightened Dowager Huangfu and the Queen Mother.
It was only natural for a son to stay in his mother's palace, and the emperor could not stop him even if he wanted to.
It was only when I returned to the palace that I heard that Queen Xu's face could not be cured.
The chief eunuch in the palace said with a smile, "It is said that the assassin put poison on the knife. When he returned to the palace, his face began to turn black and swollen. Now his face looks like half a pig's head. People were unconscious in the palace.
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Man Miao glanced at Lan Ting, who had a smile on his face. He thought it was appropriate to make Empress Xu suffer a little, but not to kill her.
"Then what didn't Master Xu say?" Concubine Huangfu drank a cup of ginseng tea. She was actually quite frightened today, but she would definitely stand up for anything that could make the emperor embarrassed.
"Old Madam Xu has entered the palace. Looking at Queen Xu, her tears have not stopped." The eunuch lowered his head and said with an undisguised smile on his lips.
"Empress Xu hasn't given birth to a son yet, but the emperor doesn't want to see her. I'm afraid it will be difficult in the future." The Empress Dowager sighed beside her, "Even if she can raise a low-ranking concubine, she is not her own after all.
Don’t tell if the child is not well-raised, leave the biological mother behind, and the mother and son will meet each other in the future, and she will raise the son. Dispose of the biological mother, and someone with some intentions will instigate the mother and son in the future, and the mother and son will become enemies, and the efforts of decades have been wasted. "
The Empress Dowager has no sons. These thoughts should be her own experience.
Princess Huangfu winked at Lan Ting, and Lan Ting approached her with a playful smile and comforted her, "Why are you talking about this? Why do you have to lower your status to compare with Queen Xu? How can she be as lucky as you? Your son is now prosperous.
,Who dares to bully you? My son will definitely not let that person go!"
The Empress Dowager was going to pay homage to her son today, but something like this happened. Seeing Lan Ting comforting her like this, she also watched her grow up. She has been friends with Concubine Huangfu over the years, and she has long regarded her as her own biological child.
Son.
He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes and patted his hand, "My son has grown up and is promising. The queen mother is much better than Queen Xu. You are right. How can she compare to my blessing?"
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Concubine Huangfu followed with a few words of advice.
Manmei came back to her senses and thought, this is not right. Song Ying is still in the palace. There is no way she can be sent out, so she reminded, "Aunt, you still need to issue a decree to let me go before I go through the door."
It would be best for my sister-in-law to stay in the palace and take care of her illness."
The people in the palace are more frivolous than anyone else, but they just don't care about Song Ying. After Manmiao reminded her, Princess Huangfu reacted, "Yes, yes, look at me, I'm scared, call me quickly."
My unmarried daughter-in-law stays in the palace to take care of her illness. If I don't do well, she won't be able to leave the palace."
There are only a few courtyard walls separating the palaces of the concubines from those of the queens and concubines.
Everyone knows who Song Ying will go to if she is left in the palace.
"I'm afraid Queen Xu's injury is going to get worse." The Empress Dowager had long disliked the concubines of the Xu family and laughed happily.
Lan Ting looked at Manmiao with approval in his eyes, and Manmiao gave him a knowing smile.
It’s so exciting to work together with others to deceive your opponent!
After finally appeasing the two elders, Lan Ting was an adult prince and could not stay in the palace overnight. Before the palace was handed down, he took Manmiao and Huangfu Xun back to Prince Yi's Mansion.
The fight between Jie Ai and the priest in the inner hall made his injuries worse. He had already been quietly transferred to Prince Yi's Mansion for treatment by Lan Ting's people.
Several personal guards with strong internal skills were helping him regulate his inner breath. Judging from his gray face, his injury did not seem to be optimistic.
Manmei looked worriedly for a few times, but she was not a doctor, and she didn't understand what internal injuries were like in martial arts. Judging from the black blood clots that Jie Ai would cough up from time to time, his injuries should feel like internal bleeding.
some type of.
Seeing the worry on her face, Lan Ting hugged her and comforted her, "I have arranged for the best doctor to treat him, and also given him the Nine-Transformation Soul-Reviving Pill. The situation looks dangerous, and he will be fine.
, it just needs to be treated for a while to avoid the root cause of the disease."
Manmiao felt relieved after hearing him say that her life was safe. She looked at Lan Ting and said, "You have spent a lot of money on this man, haven't you ever thought of using him for your own use?"
Lan Ting smiled confidently and twisted her pretty nose, "You are the roundworm in my belly."
After dealing with these matters, she continued busy with the work at hand.
Lan Ting's warehouse has not been inventoried for many years, and many of the servants have become disengaged a while ago. Manmiao had nothing to do, so she told Uncle Fu that she wanted to take stock of the warehouse and check the items. Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly and said that it should have been done long ago.
, and immediately arranged for people to go down and prepare.
Manmiao sat in a large place that had been set aside for the purpose, with the account books facing each other according to the value of the things.
The steward in charge of the warehouse is a fat man in his early fifties, but he is extremely serious about his work. He remembers things clearly, and he can remember the origin and whereabouts of any object he mentions.
One day is not enough for Lan Ting's warehouse inventory.
The big items have just been plated on the first day, and there are still a lot of small things waiting to be counted.
Manmiao kept an eye on it for several days and found no mistakes. She was too lazy to correct the little things in the account books one by one, so she handed them over to a few stewards.
She herself was looking inside the warehouse.
The warehouse furnishings are very much like a modern warehouse, with everything wrapped and labeled and placed on wooden shelves.
Because they needed to take inventory, they opened the packages and exposed the actual items on top. Manmei looked at them one by one. Many of them were very beautifully made. Ancient people were really very capable, not inferior to modern craftsmanship at all.
Just next to a sculpture group, Manmei suddenly stopped.
She reached out and took out a small sculpture and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.
The sculpture is of a maid holding a lantern for a young lady.
That lantern seemed to her like an enlarged version of the Soul Seizing Bell.
Normal lanterns are rarely made into a crescent shape, they are all cylindrical and rectangular, and there are also octagonal pillars and the like, but I have never seen a crescent-shaped lantern, it is still a square-edged crescent.
He immediately ordered, "Wrap this set for me, I want to take it away."
She is now the mistress of Prince Yi's Mansion. Not to mention taking everyone away, even if she moved the entire warehouse, no one dared to say a word.
Manmiao personally took the maid's lamp sculpture with her own hands and walked to the small courtyard where Jie Ai lived, ready to show him something.
Jiehe obviously did not expect that a female guest would arrive.
He was taking off his shirt and letting the imperial doctor perform acupuncture.
Manmei pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see him sitting on a horse, his upper body covered with bright silver needles pricking him like a hedgehog.
