Jiao Luan

Chapter 347 Fragrance Disappears

Concubine Hua's reaction seemed too intense, Daoist Suchen looked calm, but the prince looked over with surprise.

Concubine Hua Guifei sat down slowly, coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, how can you lose your heart and soul. Daoist, there is no need to mention this matter in the future."

"Mother Concubine—" the prince couldn't help shouting.

Concubine Hua Gui glanced at him lightly, then looked away, and asked Priest Suchen: "Besides this, what else can Priest Taoist do?"

Daoist Suchen shook his head: "The poor Taoist is helpless."

"Is there really no other way?" Concubine Hua Gui did not give up.

Taoist Priest Suchen pondered for a moment, and said: "Then it depends on Master Poor Dao. It's just that Master has been in seclusion recently, and I don't know when he will leave the seclusion."

"If so, I will respectfully wait for the real person to come out."

When the palace maid sent Daoist Suchen out, the prince couldn't help but said: "Mother, why don't you try the method that Daoist Suchen said, I believe that the father will not spare a drop of hard work, Brother Yu is his grandson--"

Concubine Hua Gui interrupted the prince coldly: "Chen'er, I've said it before, don't bring this up again!"

"Mother Concubine!" There was no outsider present, and the prince showed a lot of emotion, "Why don't you try the method of Daoist Suchen? It's just a drop of blood from a fingertip, and the emperor will not blame you, but it may put Brother Yu to death." Heal it! Don’t you just have the heart to watch Brother Yu grow up to be a fool and let his son become a joke of the whole world?”

Concubine Hua was indifferent: "So we can wait for Daoist Beiming to come out. He is the master of Taoist Priest Suchen, and his Taoism is far superior to Suchen. Maybe there will be a better way. In short, the method of Taoist Priest Suchen If it doesn’t work, the prince don’t think about it any more.”

"Why exactly?" the prince looked at Concubine Hua, and asked word by word, "Back then, my son and his cousin were in love with each other and wanted to admit her into the palace. You are like this. Now the son wants to cure Brother Yu, so please ask Father With a single drop of effort, you are still like this. You always extinguish your son's hope for no reason. Concubine Mu, what are you thinking?"

The prince glanced at the expressionless Concubine Hua, full of disappointment, and clenched his fists tightly.

At that time, the cousin already had his child, but her mother and concubine denied her access to the palace, and she was forced to commit suicide, killing herself twice.Now, he wants to watch his eldest son be foolish and helpless.What is the meaning of his prince!
The prince felt his heart was extremely cold, he turned around and left without even looking at Concubine Hua, when he reached the door, a palace maid came over, raised his foot and kicked her: "Get out!"

Poor that palace maid, like flowers and jade, just rolled down the white jade steps, her head was bleeding, and she didn't dare to say a word.

Concubine Hua Guifei sat without moving, the handkerchief in her hand was almost torn, and after a while, she lightly ordered Deng An: "Please come over for dinner tonight."

In the evening, the snow began to fall, and it fell profusely all night. On the second day, looking around, the jade trees and Qiongzhi were covered in silver, and the capital had become a world of ice and snow.

As soon as it was daylight, Cheng Che quietly left the mansion and headed towards Xuanqingguan outside the city.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, every household is busy visiting relatives and friends, and firecrackers are fired to welcome guests from time to time. After the bustle, there will be a field of red skins, like red plums in the snow.

But Huairenbo Mansion was shrouded in a dignified atmosphere because of what happened yesterday, and there was no New Year's celebration at all, Cheng Wei's Feixu Residence was even quieter.

"Girl, have a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls, you didn't eat well last night." Huamei was holding a bi-color porcelain bowl, which contained translucent white glutinous rice balls, sinking and floating, which was extremely attractive.

"Let's put it down first."

Huamei put the glutinous rice balls on the small table and winked at Huanyan.

Huanyan came over and persuaded: "Girl, the glutinous rice balls will not taste good after being left for a long time. It's a pity to waste them. You don't know that the heavy snow in Jingzhou crushed the houses a few days ago, and many people were hungry and cold... "

Thrush couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Will this silly girl try to persuade others, the girl can't afford to waste a bowl of glutinous rice balls?
Cheng Wei's eyelashes trembled, he raised his hand to pick up the glutinous rice balls, and said calmly: "It's about, no matter what, don't waste food."

She lowered her head and bit into half of a plump glutinous rice ball. The thick filling flowed out, full of sweetness, and it was stuffed with red bean paste.

After eating the hot and sweet glutinous rice balls, even the depression in my heart seemed to be melted away.

Cheng Wei squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly.

Suddenly eager footsteps sounded, and before the notification was announced, the thick cotton curtain embroidered with rich and precious flowers was pulled open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Ah Fu, the eldest maid of Nian Song Tang, turned pale, and shouted as soon as she entered the door: "Third Miss, hurry up, go to Nian Song Tang!"

"What's wrong?" Cheng Wei asked subconsciously without even putting down the bowl when a person came in.

Ah Fu stomped his feet, his voice was anxious and flustered, and he was faintly choked with sobs: "Third Miss, follow the servant girl over quickly, something serious has happened!"

"What the hell happened? No matter how urgent I am, I can't be confused." Cheng Wei put the bowl on the high table beside him, and said calmly.

Ah Fu grabbed Cheng Wei's hand, tears streaming down his face: "Third Miss, there is news from the palace, yes, the Crown Princess has died!"

With a bang, the porcelain bowl on the high table was knocked over, fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces, and the unfinished glutinous rice balls were scattered all over the floor.

The blood on Cheng Wei's face faded completely, and he grabbed Ah Fu's hand with his backhand, almost speechless: "I, I didn't hear clearly, please say it again!"

"Crown Princess, the Crown Princess is gone!"

Before Ah Fu finished speaking, Cheng Wei had already rushed out.

"Girl, you haven't put on your big clothes yet—" Thrush hurriedly chased after her with a fox-fur cloak in her hand.

It was sunny after the snow, and the weather was getting colder. Even though the road surface had been cleaned, it would still slippery after running recklessly like this. Cheng Wei staggered and fell to the ground. When he got up, his knees were burning because he was not wearing a cloak , followed by a biting cold.

But she didn't notice it, and ran to Nian Song Tang in one breath.

Feixu Residence is quite far away from Nian Song Hall, when she arrived, many people had already rushed to the hall, and the hall was full.

Han raised her head, her eyes were swollen like peaches, when she saw Cheng Wei coming in, she muttered without saying a word.

Mrs. Meng looked at Cheng Wei with a gloomy face, and there was strong hatred in her eyes.

"Grandmother, big sister, she—"

Before Cheng Wei finished speaking, Mrs. Meng rushed over with a stride, raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face: "Little bastard, you are the one who killed the princess, today I will deal with it according to the family law and let you give the prince The concubine pays her life!"

Han Shi rushed over and stopped Cheng Wei: "Old lady, Wei'er is innocent—"

"Innocent? Where is she innocent? If she hadn't given the princess a drink of talisman water indiscriminately, how could the princess have given birth to a stupid child, and how could she have committed suicide in shame!" Mrs. Meng shouted sharply, her voice out of tune. , "Han Shi, get the hell out of here, or I'll deal with you too!"

Mrs. Liao and Mrs. Feng hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Madam, if you have something to say—"

Cheng Wei seemed unable to see the people around, and murmured: "I won't commit suicide, big sister will never commit suicide!"

　In this chapter, I would like to thank He Shibi who spoke softly and gave a reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)