Due to the sudden death of Xuan Ling of Liang Guogongfang, the Inner Dynasty was abolished for three days, not because Li Shimin was too sad and uninterested in political affairs, but he was firmly ill for three days. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since that day, a mouthful of blood has been vomited, and he has been coughing up blood. I had been sick for more than half a year, and the little spiritual qi that had grown up so easily gradually lost with the blood that I coughed up from time to time.

The backlog of reports has been approved by the East Palace, and there are still some that cannot be arbitrary, and they are still waiting for Li Shimin to decide. The Ganlu Hall is the inner hall, unlike the Liangyi Palace, where the ministers enter and exit, and only rely on the inner supervisors to pass on the recitals, ask for instructions, and ask for orders every day.

On the fourth day, Li Shimin couldn't lie down any longer, held up his breath, and went to the Liangyi Hall to listen to the music. Feng Ling and Ah Sheng were entrusted by the Shang Pharmacy to try their best to stop them, but they couldn't stop them.

Feng Ling was helpless, and after Li Shimin's chariot was carried away, he muttered "Who can afford the suffering of the king", and went to Shang Pharmacy to decoct the medicine in person.

The little inner supervisor of the Shang Pharmacy led Feng Ling to the soup pharmacy, pointed out the sage's decoction and medicine tandoor to her to know, and specially instructed that because the crown princess in the East Palace was also taking medicine, there was a sage's furnace, and another furnace was kept on fire, so it must not be confused.

Feng Ling agreed: "There are only two clay stoves, and if they are far away, they can be mixed anywhere." But ......," she asked, kindly, "is the crown princess also sick?" I've never heard of it. ”

The little inner eunuch glanced at the clay stove disapplausively: "That person who has been taking medicine all year round, everyone is used to seeing it, who would take it seriously." ”

Feng Ling has seen the crown princess Wang, and still remembers that her complexion is ruddy, and her body is healthy and healthy, and she doesn't want a medicine jar, why do you have to take medicine all year round. "It's a medicine that is three parts poisonous, what do you have to do if you eat so much." The wind spirit also pretended to be casual and asked casually.

"Ask for an heir." The little inner prison blurted out without covering, and then he was shocked, covered his mouth, looked around, fortunately there was no one, he staggered the words, and told the decoction about the medicine, and left the soup pharmacy.

According to the instructions of the internal supervisor of the decoction of the Shang Pharmacy, Feng Ling put those herbs in order, and only needed to stare at the fire in the tandoor, and did not teach it to extinguish the dull medicinal properties, nor to teach it to be too prosperous, so that the decoction was old and lost its medicinal properties.

The height of the tandoor was a little awkward, and she had to bend over and squat to see the fire inside. Feng Ling simply sat cross-legged on the ground, sitting under the clay stove, leaning against the large wooden cabinet where the medicine was placed, and he could see the fire when he looked up, in order to save trouble.

In less than a quarter of an hour, she realized that this place of sitting was really good, not only saving energy, but also quietly sitting and watching an unexpected event.

Where the wind spirit sits, she can see the door of the soup pharmacy and most of the soup pharmacy at a glance, but she herself is not easy to be discovered because of the obstruction of the medicine cabinet and the tandoor.

She was sitting bored, secretly thinking about when the saint would leave for Cuiwei Palace to raise, and the account books she had worked so hard to get were all hidden in Cuiwei Palace, and a group of small officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs who she had selected by herself were being screened, and I don't know what the progress is now.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement at the door, and Feng Ling's first reaction was that the little inner supervisor who served the decoction medicine came back, but he changed his mind and felt that something was wrong. Usually the movement of a person when walking normally is steady and orderly, but the footsteps of this person are vague and cautious, and there is some sneakiness.

Feng Ling picked up the iron rod that was stirring the fire underground, and moved it to the large medicine cabinet with him, hiding behind the tandoor, watching the changes.

After a few breaths, sure enough, there was a small inner eunuch, tiptoeing into the soup pharmacy, looking around, but there was no one, so he had the courage to let go of his steps and walked to the clay stove exclusive to the crown princess, lifted the lid of the medicine jar, and manipulated something inside.

The little inner prisoner had his back to the wind spirit and couldn't see his face clearly, but the back wind spirit would definitely not admit his mistake, and he beat the bow race to play with the five-flowered horse and set fire to the Zhaoqing Palace, all of which were done by the back.

Feng Ling clenched the burning iron rod in his hand, slowly stood up, stared at the back, and said in his heart: The first time I was negligent, I didn't think that you were playing ghosts, the second time you were lucky, taught you to run, this time, there is no reason to make you slip away.

The little inner supervisor closed the lid of the medicine jar again, dusted off his robe, and was about to leave as if nothing had happened, the moment he turned around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone standing motionless on the other side of the soup pharmacy, and he trembled under his feet, and froze in place and did not dare to move.

The wind spirit did not speak or move, and waited calmly for the little inner eunuch to turn back, waiting to see his stunned expression. But when the little inner eunuch looked back at her, she was shocked and replaced by herself.

The fiery iron rod in her hand fell to the ground, her knees kept calling herself, and she turned out from behind the tandoor step by step, and countless words that she wanted to say rushed into her throat together, scrambling to come out, but instead her throat was blocked, and she couldn't speak, so she only squeezed out a sentence with great difficulty: "Liangyin, why are you?" ”

At this point, the little inner prisoner was not afraid, standing quietly by the clay stove, although he was wearing a robe of an inner eunuch, the color between his eyebrows could not be concealed, and the delicate corners of his lips contained a cool smile, the smile was a little indescribable, mocking, helpless, and even slightly meaningful, and the smile was extremely uncomfortable.

Feng Ling had thought about it several times, what kind of person it would be who had repeatedly assassinated her, but he had never thought about Suo Liangyin once. It's not because he has helped her many times in times of distress and predicament, Feng Ling can't think through it, and Suo Liangyin, who is so cowardly and timid that he wants to cry and swell his eyes as soon as something happens, would have such evil courage and dare to do things that seek people's lives.

"Good sound...... Feng Ling swallowed hard, his throat was dry and painful: "You...... Do these things, but Liu Shuang persecuted? Why didn't you run away this time? She hoped from the bottom of her heart that Suo Liangyin would escape from her eyes like the previous two.

"Can I get away with you? The eldest lady's skills, Liangyin has also been seen. Suo Liangyin simply stepped forward, made a half-empty salute, and said calmly: "If Liu Shuang had the ability to persecute me, he would have killed you a long time ago, so why do you need me to do those things?" ”

Feng Ling was looking forward to her being able to cry at a loss as before, and Liu accused Liu Shuang of all the persecution methods he imposed on her. Ke Suo Liangyin was calm and calm, and confessed.

Feng Ling quietly gasped, and the soup pharmacy was full of bitter medicinal gas, and they taught her to inhale it into her chest, and there was a burst of bitterness. "Where can I not stand with you, teach you to be resentful to this point, and you will definitely put me to death?"