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Chapter 65 It's Still Time

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion
Fu Xuan woke up slowly, feeling numb all over, and a tingling pain in his lower back.

"My lord, are you okay?" The doctor and maid in the mansion stood by the bed and waited on him carefully.

The prime minister is not sick physically, the doctor knows it very well, but he has been sitting on the bed and meditating for a long time.Everyone didn't know what the adults experienced at the palace banquet.

"My lord, why don't I prescribe some soothing prescriptions for you?"

"No, you all go down." Fu Xuan said lightly.

Fu Xuan was the only one left in the room, recalling what happened in the palace, there was a bit of unknown meaning in his long and narrow eyes
This is the first time he has fallen into the hands of a girl.

What was she attacking him with?Fu Xuan couldn't figure it out.

Among the weapons or medicines he knew, there was no one that could have such a powerful power in an instant.

Think of the special material sword that Song Shushu gave to Song Yi; it is different when transforming the vehicle.

Fu Xuan felt a little regretful in his heart, he should have kept him in the first place and investigated it carefully.

However, it is not too late now.

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Inside the General's Mansion
"I'm back." Song Yi looked at Song Shushu, who was humming a little tune, "Did something good happen to King Chen?"

Song commented on Song Shushu's happy appearance, and thought she had a good conversation with Prince Chen.Song Yi hopes that Shushu can have a close relationship with her fiancé.

Song Shushu was in a particularly good mood when he thought that after he had beaten Fu Xuan hard, he was lying in the grass, like a fallen willow that had been torn by wind and frost.

"Nothing good, just pure happiness." Song Shushu sat on the stool, shaking his legs happily, and was glared at by Song Yi——

"Even if you're happy, don't get carried away. Also, don't hum."

"Okay!" Song Shushu immediately became honest.

Xia Guo did not prohibit singing, but ministers, royal families and nobles were all ashamed of singing, and singing was an insult to the upper class.

Song Shushu knew about this matter before, and it had to start with the first Emperor Xia.

At that time, the war was chaotic and peaceful, and all countries ended up with serious injuries.At that time, Xia Kingdom was the country that benefited the most, until the emperor accepted a princess from a defeated country.

This girl was born a fox demon and good at music.Relying on his voice, he fascinated Emperor Xia so much that he couldn't help himself, regardless of Chao Gang.What happened in the middle is not recorded in detail in the history books, but Xia Guo almost destroyed the country.

Although this person was later killed by the queen, Xia Guo's internal vitality was also seriously injured.Therefore, the royal family of the Xia Kingdom believed that singing was the work of inferior people.

Whatever the upper layer does, the lower layer immediately follows suit.

Over the past few decades, singing has become a matter of lowering one's status in Xia Kingdom.Except for those singers who have no choice but to make a living, everyone disdains to sing.

Temperament, the controller is the best.

After reading this history, Song Shushu felt that music was the one who was the first emperor who was obsessed with beauty and did not miss business.

The miserable kind.

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The next day, Song Shushu, who was fine, left the General's Mansion early in the morning.

Today is the time to plant seedlings after raising seedlings.

Song Shushu rubbed the corn buns made by Aunt Li in Zhuangzi, and squatted on the ridge of the field while eating and watching.

"Second Miss, can we really harvest seven to eight hundred catties of grain per mu?" Wang Xuqiang, who is in charge, asked carefully.

To be honest, although he is not a scholar and his family was poor when he was not employed by the second lady, he still has great confidence in himself when it comes to farming skills.

After all, the roots of the ancestors are good and the seedlings are red, and three generations of poor peasants.

(End of this chapter)