From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 122 You Can Only Marry Him (1)

In the Hall of Eternal Life, Feng Jiang could finally sit up slowly. The Queen Mother fed her son the medicine mouthful by mouthful with joy on her face. Seeing everyone swallowed it, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red and shed tears: "Okay, okay It's good, it's good!" As he spoke, he couldn't help covering his face and weeping, Feng Jiang smiled and said, "Let the queen miss you."

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has not closed her eyes for several days!" Eunuch Zheng Yi couldn't help but wake up, and Feng Jiang hurriedly said: "Queen Mother, please rest quickly, my son is fine!"

The old queen nodded: "Okay, let Jun'er take a good rest. He is making up his mind about the matter of Xinuange during this time, and he has to go to the three places of the Pingyang Palace in the Palace of Eternal Life..."

"I know." Feng Jiang interrupted the Queen Mother, Ye Shi pursed her lips, could only sigh, turned around and left, and when she left, she couldn't help but turn her head and said: "Let's not talk about anything else, it's been six years, Let him have a good birthday this time!" After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and left, Feng Jiang turned to look at Zheng Yi: "Who has been here these few days?"

"Back to the emperor, several highnesses and ladies have been here, but..."

"Say!"

"The Empress Dowager came the most often, staying for a few days, and King Pingyang, who almost asked the imperial physicians all over."

Feng Jiang lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Jun'er's birthday is..."

"August [-]th, Your Majesty!"

Receiving someone's reminder, Feng Jiang nodded: "Help me to Xinuan Pavilion to have a look!"

Feng Jiang, who had been ill for several months, finally showed signs of improvement. Before, people could not get out of bed, but this time he was able to walk slowly in the garden with the support of Eunuch Zheng, and he was able to start dealing with state affairs. He looked at the memorial. A series of blue batches couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Jun'er's handwriting has been different from other people's since ancient times, he can tell it at a glance, and he handles every detail skillfully, with a fierce aura everywhere, Feng Jiang can't help feeling a little bit, Jun'er is indeed a generation Mingjun's material!

He beckoned and called Zheng Yi: "Order someone to prepare, Jun'er's birthday, according to his preference, let's do it at his house."

The emperor's dragon body recovered, and everyone was naturally happy. All officials came to visit, and the yamen pardoned some criminals with relatively minor crimes. Huang took the opportunity to get Wang Qian and Zhu Yunbi out. The children's play is not worth mentioning.

Qiu Weiyun had no choice but to let him go. This matter has been told to the emperor, and the emperor doesn't seem to intend to pursue it, so he can only let it go. It's just the assassin. Although there are some clues today, but before there is no conclusive evidence, he still I dare not report it at will, because the implication in this matter may be very deep!
The Ye family's jade pendant with double dragon patterns was handed over to Su Ziyu for identification. The fourth prince of Eastern Wu said it was fake at a glance, and verified it with Qiu Weiyun.

Wang Qian was willing to stay at home obediently when she got the queen's words. Zhu Yunbi mentioned Ye Xiaoxiao several times, but Wang Qian was not very interested.

"Sister, do you want to let Ye Xiaoxiao go?"

Wang Qian smiled: "I just wait for my aunt to marry me to the King of Pingyang, what do the rest have to do with me?"

Zhu Yunbi didn't speak any more. When she left the room, she saw Wang Ying standing on the porch and smiled at her: "Yunbi, it's the birthday of King Pingyang, can I invite you?"

Zhu Yunbi nodded.

"When the time comes, take care of our Qian'er!" After leaving these words, Wang Ying walked away gracefully. She was already tall, and her tall and straight figure looked even more slender against the tall cloud bun.

Zhu Yunbi lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then looked back at Wang Qian's room, but slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

No matter what happens at that time, it is bound to be very interesting, right?
Ye Xiaoxiao, you really are the protagonist no matter where you go, but it doesn't matter, the more miserable you are, the better the show will be!

In the Sifang Pavilion, Su Ziyu happily played chess with the boy. He has been here for more than half a year. Soochow neither sent him a letter asking him to go back, nor did he miss him a bit. Flow, and no time to worry about other things.

Looking back, there is a piece of jade in the shadow corner, quiet, simple and gorgeous.

"Your Highness, King Pingyang's birthday, don't you want to pick a gift?"

Su Ziyu smiled: "Isn't that ready-made?"

"Your Highness, are you talking about that jade?!"

The boy exclaimed, and after a while, he murmured: "The richest among the four kingdoms of Soochow, Your Highness, you are really embarrassing to Soochow!"

Su Ziyu smiled, it wasn't that he was stingy, he was here to pay for Feng Junran, and this guy even asked him for a birthday gift?It would be good to give him a piece of jade. This one is a pair with the one in the palace. When Feng Junran becomes the king of God, then it is time to fulfill the agreement and do something for yourself !

"It's just the jade, I'll give it away!" The boy stubbornly dropped down, the boy was shocked and kept looking for a gap to escape.

"Tell me, is it possible that King Pingyang will not get that rabbit after all?"

The boy glanced at the man and said nothing.

"There are also four, five, and eight, all of them are not fuel-efficient lamps. We are also here and study hard!"

The boy rolled his eyes, and finally stopped talking. Su Ziyu touched his nose and still played chess with his head down.

In my mind, it was still the middle of winter, when the goose feather snow covered the sky, and the rabbit was wearing a blood-colored cloak, jumping up in front of him, as light as a feather, as beautiful as a fairy, spotless and beautiful.

It's a pity that she will not be her own woman after all.

In the second uncle's mansion, Wang Yizhi frowned and looked at his eldest daughter Wang Ying: "Ying'er, do you really want to do this?"

"Father, don't you think about it. Who else can Qian'er marry if the emperor withdraws her engagement? Yinger still has someone willing to want her, but Qian'er's life will be ruined. In the end, I thought, Qian'er will only marry the King of Pingyang , this is the way."

After pondering for a while, seeing his daughter's sincerity, Wang Yizhi could only nod his head at last: "I hope Qian'er can remember your kindness!"

Hearing this, Wang Ying twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

August [-]th is the birthday of King Pingyang. He has been in Zhuzhou for six years, and he has never celebrated a birthday. Maybe Fengjiang feels guilty. In short, the palace has issued an order to hold a grand event in the Pingyang Palace, and the nobles of the capital have come to congratulate. Petty officials who are not listed can only hand over name cards and gifts, and chat at the last table outside.

"Who said King Pingyang fell out of favor? Look at him, after he came back, he won't be in the eyes of the emperor!"

The Moxi lost the previous worries, and several people gathered together and whispered.

"That's right, I heard that the emperor has been seriously ill for the past few days, and the blue batch was written by King Pingyang!"

"So what? No matter how powerful the King of Pingyang is, he is only a prince. When the time comes, he will be the emperor and his courtiers. It is still a question of whether there will be a King of Pingyang!"

(End of this chapter)