"Not long after Song Langjun entered the Linguang Palace, Liao Guards sent him out, his face was not very good, and Mama went to ask, saying that the lord took him to test his sword and cut off a few strands of hair, probably too frightened, from last night to this morning, the fever has not subsided, Shen Gongzi is worried, and has been guarding the ......"

Fan Jiang flipped through the "Spring and Autumn Classic" without squinting, and listened to the maid clarify the situation in the Linguang Hall one by one.

"It's not weird." The king has always liked this kind of dangerous game of tricking people, Song Linglong has good luck, if that sword is biased, I am afraid that at this time it has become a ghost under the sword. This also shows from the side that Yuan Lingjun's swordsmanship is not unrefined, but he is disgusted with martial arts practice and neglects to practice.

"Your concubine, the ministers have gathered in the chamber." Kneeling outside the door.

"It's over." Fan Jiang put down the "Spring and Autumn Classic", and the maid stepped forward to arrange her robe and tie the lotus clothes.

In the corridor, a Duanli female official wearing an eight-grade official uniform walked up, Fan Jiang happened to come out of the Chongyang Palace, and walked in the direction of the conference room, the female official stopped her, took out a mailbox and handed it over, "Auntie, an urgent letter from Lin'an." ”

"I'll see." Fan Jiang took out the bamboo silk, glanced at it hurriedly for a few times, and then handed it to the female officer, without any emotion on his face.

"Auntie, what does this mean?" After reading the letter, the female official's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Fan Jiang's slender back, and she was stunned.

Fan Jiang did not stop, but accelerated his pace, and the female officer followed closely behind, for fear that if she slowed down, she would miss something.

"Fan Qi, don't panic, it's not a big deal, you just need to understand that no matter what happens, no one can pose any threat to me." Fan Jiang smiled calmly.

"But aunt, this matter is bound to pose a threat to Changshan's existence."

"Do you know what Lin'an lacks most?"

"What?" Fan Qian thought about it and suddenly realized, "It's money!" ”

"Yes. The military resources of the imperial court must rely on Changshan. "It's only temporary, though.

What puzzled Fan Jiang was how could Empress Xu allow this kind of thing to happen. Under your own nose, let another child become the possibility of succession.

Yan Jieyu in Lin'an Palace is pregnant, and her belly is full of three months, and it takes half a month to send the urgent letter to Baling, which means that Yan Jieyu has been pregnant for nearly four months.

Yan Jieyu lived a noisy life for a while after being grounded, and then died down, and seemed to have been tempered by the long wait and loneliness to become a woman who kept to herself. This is not a good thing, when an arrogant and inappropriate woman learns to forbear, it means that she is fearless and no longer needs the kindness of a woman, and now, whether it is Lin'an or Baling, they are facing serious changes.

In the face of the powerful diehards, if the prince is born, how the princess can gain a foothold, how to block the mouth of Youyou, is the test of the princess and all the Xu family, and what follows is the shaking of the status of the queen of Changshan, and even uprooted.

This unexpected child set off huge waves in the imperial court and Baling.

The common test of Fan Guifei and Empress Xu has finally arrived.

"The boys sent by the Xu family in Lin'an, don't let them step into this place for half a step." You can't trust anyone anymore, not even the bees that fly from Lin'an, you can't let it collect nectar under your eyes. Fan Jiang turned his head to the Gong family behind him and gave an order, and walked into the conference room alone.

General Hu Yanao, Hussar General Cen Mian, Guanglu Doctor Huang Daoqi, Prime Minister Lin Jin, Prince Taifu Liu Ciqing, Auxiliary General Zhu Yan, Taichang Ji Huan, Zhennan General Fan Jin, Zhongshu Ling Yu Kang and other important ministers of the royal court have been waiting in the palace.

"It's really defeated, in order to avoid losing the etiquette before driving, you should be patient with all the big things, and you just faint, and you drowned."

After hearing about the incident of the Linguang Palace, a certain boy in the Qitang felt ashamed for Song Linglong, he glanced at everyone who was preoccupied, and brandished the sword in his hand with confidence.

The boys, who had no force to be around, sighed: "What if the lord plays with us like this?" ”

"It's extremely important to say that it's hard to protect against bad luck, and it's yourself who gets your head cut off."

"It's good that Fu Lingding has been replaced...... I didn't go there, and I don't know where I went to sleep. ”

"I can hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth, so worry about myself first, and don't care what an outsider does."

The servants of the Yuqitang don't have much contact with Fu Lingding, they think that Fu Lingding is lonely and high-minded, and he doesn't like to deal with people.

The wind is light and the sun is shining. Fu Lingding lay in the grass pile behind the rocks of Taihu Lake, snoring softly and evenly. Fu Lingding seemed to be asleep on the surface, but the conversation of the boys reached his ears word for word.

For a long time, those poor teenagers who were arranged by fate left this place one after another.

Fu Lingding slowly opened his eyes and stared directly at the sun without blinking.

Nearby, it was broken by the sudden sound of beating, and if you listened carefully, it looked like someone was singing with snapping fingers. Fu Lingding shook off the soil and grass clippings, and followed the sound out, the young man who had been hiding in the dark all the year round was very pale, and it was incompatible with the gorgeous spring color.

There is a delicate pond not far from the Taihu Lake Stone, and there is a pavilion built next to it, and the singing comes from the rockery on the side of the pavilion, such as crying.

Fu Lingding looked up and saw the girl on the top of the rockery, her long hair hanging in the air, her hair was lightly raised, her hands hung on both sides of her head, one hand held the Pingguo that was about to be gnawed, her mouth was stuffed and her cheeks were bulging high and she continued to knock her knuckles and sing, as if she couldn't remember the next words, she paused, nibbled a few mouthfuls of Pingguo, and continued to sing.

"Who are you?" The girl's eyes turned to the top of her head, staring at Fu Lingding, who was standing upside down, for a long time, and snorted coldly.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll gouge out your eyes."

"Is it just because I passed by here and stumbled upon you, or did I see you crying?"

Yuan Lingjun had already discovered that there was someone, and when she heard Fu Lingding's calm and precise answer, she sat up cross-legged, chewed the flat fruit peel and spit it in the lake, and a few small red fish quickly surrounded her.

When he saw himself crying, he would sue other people, and spread it to ten, ten to hundred, to Chongyang Palace, and trouble followed.

"Hmph, you're dead."

The other party's domineering powerlessness made Fu Lingding feel a little tired, and he tried his best to calm down and restore his usual cold and disdainful expression. He changed his mind and wanted to play tricks on her.

Fu Lingding unscrupulously glanced at the girl's whole body, and flattened her mouth: "The figure is mediocre, and the posture is not more than Er'er, and you haven't come to Tianqi yet, right?" ”

"Yes, so what?"

"The woman was seven years old, her kidneys were vigorous, and her teeth were longer. Twenty-seven and the day is to, Ren Tong Pulse, Tai Chong Pulse is prosperous, and the moon is in the present, so there is a son. Seeing the girl's ignorant and preoccupied appearance, Fu Lingding then added, "The maid has her first period at fourteen, and it is the water of the sky. The stinky female doll doesn't look very good, but her temperament is not small, didn't Lingtang teach you that when you see someone older than you, you should salute first. ”

Yuan Lingjun slowly opened his mouth wide, and glared at the other party dissatisfied: "Full of nonsense." Hey, put your name on it. ”

Fu Lingding slightly gave a salute, "Under the surname Fu, the double word Lingding." If the lady wants to seek revenge, she will come to the court. ”

Another one who eats by mixed rice.

"Humph! Remembered. Yuan Lingjun got up and wanted to leave, his legs were numb and weak, he sat down with a sigh of surprise, a stream of heat reached his lower abdomen and rushed to the top of his head, and his round cheeks suddenly became hot and red, and then, his nose was hot, and the red splashed on the placket of his clothes. Yuan Lingjun was dumbfounded.

The ministers gathered to discuss the matter of strengthening the defense of the southern border. For the imperial court, the danger of the North Saiyue clan is the greatest, but for Changshan, not only to guard against the sneak attack of the Wu Kingdom in the East China Sea, but also the threat of Hetuo also keeps people awake at night. The generals were very sensitive to this, and Tsuruto's every move meant to take advantage of the chaos to invade Changshan. The ministers built yì, sent more troops, and strictly defended, and must not let Hetuo take advantage of this chaotic period.

Fan Jiang hesitated, and some of her confidant generals understood her worries, and once she sent troops to Hetuo, her plans would be delayed.

After a heated discussion, it was almost twilight, and spring rain began to fall outside the hall.

Lin Zhen came out of the chamber and stood under the porch with his hands in his hands, waiting for the rain to stop.

The old prime minister looked at the rain falling from the eaves and fell into deep thought. The rain in Changshan is always so gentle, but in fact, the cruel war has just begun.

"Lin Xiang."

The old prime minister turned his head, and a haggard young man came from the cloister.

"Yu Zhong Shu Ling."

It was Yu Kang, the Chinese secretary who had not been in office for a long time. A few days ago, Lin Xiang went to the south to solve the silver, has not been able to visit, at this time I was fortunate to see the exemplary of a virtuous minister, admiration overflowing, can't help but bow to the old prime minister.