At dawn, Feng Xiangrong fell into coma again in the princess's mansion. The doctor who stayed in the mansion came to see him, but he shook his head and said to An: "Miss Third's nerves are always inexplicably stimulated. If she does this again,
Go down, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for my boss to come back."
An was anxious, "What should we do? Doctor, please think of a way, even if you drag it hard, you still have to wait until the second lady comes back!"
The doctor sighed: "Now is not the time to rely on external forces to delay Miss San's life. She has to rely on herself. If she never gets over the shadow of His Majesty Seventh Prince's death, I'm afraid this disease..."
When it came to His Majesty Seventh Prince, Anshi had no choice. Did she want this child to come out of that shadow? She had tried hard at first, but after what happened last night, she no longer had any hope.
It was impossible for Xiang Rong to get out of that shadow. She even had an inexplicable and strange premonition about the Seventh Prince. People who were still sleeping would know that someone must have come out of Prince Chun's Mansion. After Ren Xifeng went to see it, he
The news from the secret guard revealed that something really happened there. Such an accurate premonition made her feel very scared. If this continued, her daughter would definitely follow His Highness Seventh Prince! She also felt sorry for that person.
The prince was as good as a fairy, but she felt more sorry for her daughter. Xiangrong was only fifteen years old and had just grown hair, so how could he disappear from this world so early?
Concubine Yun's illness was concealed by the Sixth Prince, and all insiders such as the Prince Chun's family and the doctor of Baicaotang were ordered not to tell anyone about it. Everything should be the same as before, and no outsiders could get a clue.
Dashun is already chaotic enough. After finally calming down in the east border, something happened to Lao Qi again. Now there is that strange force among the people. Under such a situation, if the news about Concubine Yun spreads, what if
Based on his father's feelings for Concubine Yun... he would never dare to think of the consequences.
Therefore, this matter can only be concealed. It means that Prince Chun's palace accidentally leaked water. The reason is that the servants are burning paper money for His Majesty Seventh Prince. It is acceptable to others.
However, the atmosphere in Beijing became even more dull and depressing.
The fastest journey from the capital of the original Sui Dynasty back to the capital of Dashun would take more than four months. By the time the carriage of Xuantian Ming, Feng Yuheng and the others finally approached Kyoto, it was already the twelfth lunar month.
In the carriage, Feng Yuheng was wrapped in a duvet, holding an electric hot water bottle and leaning on Xuan Tianming. Huang Quan was pulling a corner of the duvet to study: "Packed here are the feathers of ducks and geese.
?Can this thing be warmer than cotton?"
Feng Yuheng nodded: "It's definitely warmer than cotton. But to be precise, it's not duck feathers. It's called down. Down is reed-shaped down that grows on the abdomens of geese and ducks. It's something called fiber.
It has higher thermal insulation properties than cotton." She explained simply. In fact, there is much more to say about down than just this. She had even done experiments in Dashun a long time ago and put down jackets for soldiers. Huang Quan actually saw it.
She has worn down jackets, but no matter what she said, people in ancient times still couldn't fully understand what down was, and why down was warmer than cotton.
She stretched her legs under the quilt, kicked Xuan Tianming, and said dullly: "In terms of years, I am already eighteen years old this year, so fast. This battle lasts for a year, back and forth.
The journey is long, so we have to fight fast. If it were any slower, we would all be old."
Xuan Tianming smiled bitterly, "Don't tell me, there were really a dozen or so battles in the past that lasted half a lifetime. When Dashun was founded less than a hundred years ago, the four continents were not very peaceful, especially in the northern border. There was always trouble.
The emperor sent a general to suppress the unruly people in the northern border, and the town lasted for forty years. The general left when he was in his twenties, and when he came back, he was already over sixty. His hair and beard were all gray, and he was his grandson.
The emperor looked very much like he did when he was young. The emperor was moved and promised one of his princesses to the grandson of the general, and left him to enjoy his old age in the capital. Although the process was sad, the ending was considered happy."
Huang Quan was stunned when he heard this, "Forty years! God, if you spend forty years on the border battlefield, you will go crazy, right?"
Wangchuan was more rational than her, and what he thought of was: "I have been stationed at the border for forty years and will not be given military orders abroad. I am afraid that the old general's temper is also extremely difficult to tame. Apart from letting him enjoy his old age in peace, leaving him in the capital should
It also means imprisonment."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "Indeed. Every king has to guard against those who are more powerful than the master. Therefore, later the kings of Dashun no longer delegated too much military power to their ministers, but mostly handed it over to the princes. In this way.
, even if the prince rebels, he is still rebelling against his own family, and Dashun is still named Xuan."
He said, glanced at Feng Yuheng, and said helplessly: "You are distracted again, and you are also absent-minded when I tell you a story. Hengheng, something has happened. Let's find a way to solve it. We can't be immersed in annoyance all the time.
Well, that won't help."
Feng Yuheng also knew this, but she was just upset! "Are you talking about whether it was Duanmu Anguo or the remnants of the Zongsui royal family who sent the news back to Dashun? Isn't this just adding to the chaos? Father and Emperor
Mother and concubine must be so sad when they know what happened to Brother Seven, and how she wants to tolerate that girl, and she doesn’t know if she can survive until I return to Beijing." She said as she opened the curtain of the car, it was snowing outside, and they huddled in the carriage.
It was warm inside, but outside in the prison car, Duanmu Anguo was sitting like that, covered in wind and snow, and he was almost freezing.
Unfortunately, no one took pity on him, and the accompanying secret guards even took off his coat. The old thief could curse a few words at first, but gradually, as Kyoto got closer and closer, the weather became colder and colder.
He was so cold that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
"If I didn't think it would be too easy for him to die all at once, I really want to stab him to death right now." Feng Yuheng gritted her teeth, "I always wanted to hide the matter about Brother Seven, but in the end, Jingli still knew about it. The secret guard
The news came back that everyone in the capital was in mourning for Seventh Brother. How could the mother-in-law not know that? Xuan Tianming, you shouldn't have sent a letter back to confirm Seventh Brother's death. After all, he didn't..."
"But we can't prove that Seventh Brother is still there, can we?" He pulled his young wife back from the window, and Huang Quan quickly lowered the car curtains to block out the ice and snow outside. "Since we can't prove it, why not just comply with the outside world?
Otherwise, how should we explain it? Just say that Seventh Brother is still alive, but where is he? He went to Renxian Island? That reason may not be able to deceive the mother and concubine, so why deceive the world? Besides, the Tongcheng explosion
There are too many people who know about it, and we can’t stop everyone from talking about it no matter what. So, even if no one did it intentionally, the common people spread it by word of mouth, and it should have spread to Dashun Kyoto."
Feng Yuheng had to admit that Xuan Tianming was right. She couldn't hide the seventh prince's affairs if she wanted to. She told people that Xuan Tianhua was not dead, but where was the evidence? In such a thunderous explosion,
Next, even if you don't die, you are still seriously injured, right? What about the injured?
In the final analysis, she can't produce any evidence. Xuan Tianhua can only stay in her space now, using the special characteristics of the space to stay in a state without deteriorating. Once it is taken out, it is very likely that it will be destroyed in an instant.
The injury worsens and there is no way to recover.
She couldn't take that risk, so she had no other choice but to admit Xuan Tianhua's death.
She was just worried about Jingli, and she had a bad premonition. Even though Emperor Tianwu was in a high position, he was fully prepared to be alone, but what about Concubine Yun? What would happen to Concubine Yun who had always regarded Xuan Tianhua as her biological son?
"Can it be faster?" She was anxious to return to Beijing. "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. The last New Year was celebrated in Jiancheng. After all, this New Year must be at home, right?" △≧*(*)△≧,
Xuan Tianming nodded and said a few words to Bai Ze who was driving outside, and the speed of the car became faster. But Feng Yuheng was still anxious. Xuan Tianming saw that she was upset and comforted: "This is the fastest, next time
It snowed and the horse's hooves slipped. Don't worry, no matter what happens, we can handle it one by one when we get back to Beijing." He comforted his wife, but in fact, he was also very confused.
, he also had that bad premonition, but he didn't dare to say it for fear of hitting the mark.
In Beijing, the small courtyard where Feng Fendai lives is very lively. Xuan Tianyan has hired many servants for her. Although the whole capital is not happy because of the Seventh Prince's incident, no one hangs up red lights to welcome new people even during the Chinese New Year.
Wa. But if the atmosphere is not good, you have to prepare some food. Dongying said: "His Fifth Highness sent two chefs from Prince Li's Mansion over, saying that he would prepare a good New Year's Eve dinner, and he would also come to us on New Year's Eve.
eat."
Feng Fendai nodded: "Okay, the cook in Prince Li's Mansion knows his taste better. Just tell the cook to cook what he likes. I don't have any preferences in food, so just follow him."
"Miss." Dongying advised her: "We can't let the cook control His Highness's stomach. You are his fiancée. You must know best what he likes to eat." As soon as Dongying started talking, she felt that there was something wrong.
There were so many things I wanted to say to Feng Fendai, so I simply put down the pattern I was embroidering in my hand and sat next to Fendai: "When the young lady first told His Highness the Fifth Prince that she wanted to postpone the wedding, I was really sweating.
It's finally time for you two to talk about marriage. Your Highness's wedding room is ready, but you have postponed the wedding. If Your Highness is angry, we will lose more than we gain. Fortunately, His Highness listened.
My lady, I also agree to push back the wedding date. But, madam! You still have to be more enthusiastic. When you meet His Highness, you should at least give him a smile before you meet him, and then learn more about his preferences, such as what kind of food he likes to eat.
, for example, what kind of clothes you like to wear, this is what you should do when you are a wife in the future."
Fendai laughed, "You girl, you look like you have a lot of experience, but in fact you are not a young girl who has not left the palace." She sighed and put down the wedding dress she was embroidering in her hand to see that it looked awkward.
He shook his head helplessly, "I'd better not embroider it myself. I'll go to an embroidery shop and hire an embroiderer! Even with my little red skills, I'll make people laugh when I wear it."
Dongying nodded: "That's fine, His Highness the Fifth Prince also said that you don't need to do anything by yourself, just leave it to the servants."
"Actually, when I got married, I really wanted to embroider a wedding dress for myself. However, I don't have that skill. I didn't have a good foundation when I was in Feng Mansion. Now I haven't touched needle and thread for so many years, and I am even more fluent in handicrafts.
"Feng Dai thought of Feng Mansion and sighed, "I never thought that I would get married in such a simple little courtyard. I once thought that no matter what happened, I would marry from Zuo Xiang Mansion! But it's okay,
At least I am living more comfortably now than before, but..." She lowered her head, looking sad, "I have to postpone the wedding date..."