Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Inside Prince Jin's Mansion, the dusk was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on Fang Shuxiu's heart.

She stood quietly in front of the window, like a sculpture in deep thought, her eyes fixed on the darkening sky.

Every minute and every second was like a sharp needle, piercing her heart mercilessly.

The green bamboo has not returned yet, and the waiting time seems as long as a century.

Fang Shuxiu has always been meticulous and decisive, but at this moment she was pacing back and forth in the room like a trapped beast.

Her brows were furrowed like two sharp swords, and her eyes revealed a complex look of determination and worry.

Fang Shuxiu was well aware that in the turbulent Ming Dynasty, Cuizhu's mission was as heavy as Mount Tai.

If the intelligence cannot be transmitted in time, the consequences will be like the collapse of a chasm, unimaginable.

In this palace with strict hierarchy and complicated rules, every step is like walking on a thorny road.

If she wasn't careful, she would be covered in bruises, but she never had the slightest intention of backing down.

Finally, Fang Shuxiu gritted her teeth, and her resolute eyes seemed like lightning that cut through the darkness.

She made up her mind and went to the temple herself.

Fang Shuxiu has always been cautious in her actions. She carefully selected a set of clothes that conform to the regulations for women of noble birth in the Ming Dynasty.

Just like a blooming peony, gorgeous and dignified.

Fang Shuxiu was seen wearing pearls and jade on her head, and every bead was sparkling with a cool luster, like stars falling into the mortal world.

She hurried to the temple, and the moment she stepped through the temple gate, she felt like she had entered another world.

People coming and going in the temple may wear Confucian robes with wide sleeves.

Like a gentleman, graceful and elegant.

Or wearing plain cloth, showing the simplicity of this world.

Everyone followed the dress etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, and every move had its rules.

Soon Fang Shuxiu, like a keen hunter, captured the sneaky traces of Zhang's concubine.

She suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan.

Fang Shuxiu's face instantly took on a worried and haggard expression, like a delicate flower ravaged by wind and rain.

She walked straight towards the temple abbot and bowed slightly, her posture elegant and dignified.

There was a hint of weakness and fatigue in Fang Shuxiu's voice, like the fallen leaves of late autumn, trembling in the wind.

"Host, I have been feeling unwell recently.

I often tossed and turned at night, feeling extremely upset and as if thousands of ants were gnawing at me.

I also hope the abbot can chant sutras and pray for me. I also want to stay in the temple for a few more days and sincerely pray for Buddha's blessing.

May the Buddha have mercy on me and have compassion on me."

As she spoke, Fang Shuxiu gave the host a slight glance, and that look was like a code that contained a mystery.

The host was used to all kinds of human relationships, so he understood what he meant and clasped his hands together.

Her voice was steady and solemn, like a huge bell, echoing in the temple.

“Madam, rest assured, our temple will chant sutras and pray for you. May you recover soon.

Like a dead tree coming back to life in spring. "

After hearing this, Concubine Zhang thought that Fang Shuxiu really just came to pray to Buddha and ask for well-being, so she relaxed her vigilance and no longer stared at the green bamboo like an eagle staring at its prey.

Fang Shuxiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and that sigh seemed like a ray of hope that finally broke through the haze that had been suppressed for so long.

She knew very well that the opportunity was fleeting, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible nervousness and anticipation.

Like a taut bowstring, it closely watches every move of the green bamboo.

Taking advantage of this gap, Cuizhu quickly and skillfully completed the information transmission according to the original plan.

Fang Shuxiu watched Cuizhu complete the task successfully, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

A hint of relief flashed in her eyes, just like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, warm and gentle.

However, Fang Shuxiu's worries did not disappear.

During a daily observation, she keenly noticed that Sun Boda, an aide in the palace, had frequent secret contacts with a minister in the court with ill intentions. Fang Shuxiu knew that in this prosperous era, the disaster of party disputes was like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, which could endanger the palace and even the Ming Dynasty if not handled with care.

Fang Shuxiu was very perceptive and knew that this matter was of great importance.

A strong sense of responsibility, like a surging tide, drove her to conduct an in-depth investigation.

After much inquiry and secret observation, Fang Shuxiu finally learned a shocking secret: Sun Boda and the minister in the court were actually colluding with foreign enemies, attempting to overthrow the court by colluding with external forces at a time when the border war was at a critical juncture.

This news was like a bombshell, causing a huge wave of shock in Fang Shuxiu's heart.

She was extremely anxious and knew the seriousness of the matter. She had to pass on the news as soon as possible.

But at this time, the royal palace had strengthened its security, and the activity of sending people to the temple to pray was temporarily cancelled.

Fang Shuxiu paced anxiously in the room, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart, as she kept thinking of countermeasures in her mind.

She thought of discussing it with Cuizhu, and a tacit understanding had already been formed between the two.

There is no need for too many words, a glance is enough to understand each other's intentions, and the tacit understanding is like a telepathic connection.

Fang Shuxiu knew very well that this operation was extremely risky, like walking on the edge of a cliff.

But for the sake of the Ming Dynasty and everything she protected, she decided to take a risk.

It happened that the Prince of Jin's Mansion was holding a banquet, and guests from all over gathered.

At the banquet, everyone was dressed in Ming Dynasty clothing appropriate to their status. The men wore black gauze hats and round-necked robes.

It is majestic and tall, like a pine tree.

Women wore various gorgeous jackets and skirts and wore exquisite jewelry.

They are radiant and shining, just like the stars.

Fang Shuxiu seized the opportunity and pretended to be unwell at the banquet.

I saw that her brows were tightly furrowed like a twisted knot.

Fang Shuxiu covered her stomach with her hands, and her face was instantly covered with beads of sweat.

The beads of sweat rolled down like crystal jade beads.

She looked so painful, as if she would faint at any second.

The sound was soft but full of painful groans, and each sound seemed to use up all the strength in the body, like the cry of a wounded nightingale.

Cuizhu immediately understood what she meant when she saw this and hurried forward to support Fang Shuxiu.

After kneeling and bowing, she pretended to be anxious and said to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, my wife is suddenly unwell. Please allow me to help her go back to her room to rest."

However, the palace is now heavily guarded, and it is not easy to escape from the heavy guards.

As soon as the two left the banquet hall and walked along the corridor towards the room, they ran into a team of patrolling guards.

The guards were dressed in flying fish uniforms and had embroidered spring swords on their waists. They looked dignified, like guards protecting a castle.

The head guard Lin Yu glanced at them warily, his eyes full of suspicion.

After bowing, he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, madam?"

Fang Shuxiu endured the pain and thought to herself that she must not reveal any flaws.

Then she said in a weak but firm voice: "I suddenly have severe abdominal pain, I am afraid that I have eaten something wrong, please let us go.

My health is really not good enough, and I am sorry to have ruined everyone's fun."

Fang Shuxiu frowned slightly as she spoke.

There was a look of pain and regret on her face, trying to dispel Lin Yu's doubts.

Cuizhu looked at Lin Yu nervously and prayed silently in her heart.

Her hand unconsciously grasped Fang Shuxiu's sleeve, as if she was grabbing the last straw.

“Yes, Lord Lin, my wife is usually in poor health.

I don't know why it suddenly became like this today, I hope you can be flexible. "

(End of this chapter)