Yuan Lingjun noticed the figure kneeling behind the screen.

The previous teenagers were all executed by the Gong family, can this one save his life? I heard that they had entered the temple on the orders of the noble concubines, and when she showed her most terrible side, she ran through the door, and the guards nailed the boys to the door, and their blood flowed from the doorboard to the porch, from the stone steps to the soil, and never to penetrate.

Concubine Fan was immersed in thought. Is it that she is in a hurry, or is the problem not with herself at all, but Yuan Lingjun's illness has become so serious that he is delirious.

"If you want to go out for a walk, will my mother keep me here?" Yuan Lingjun looked at the silent woman on the banquet with a smile on her face.

The strange expressions and eye confrontation between the two made others shudder, as if they were not mother and daughter at the moment, but the two sides who were negotiating.

Fan Jiang wrapped the Buddha beads back around his left wrist: "Changshan is the king's territory, how can you use the word "prisoner", the king wants to go out for a walk or take a look, please take care of yourself, the concubine has no right to interfere." ”

"Can you go to a territory that isn't lonely?"

"The king has thought about it?"

"What else do you need to do, Mother just asks." The seal is in her hands, and she must only be able to use her own identity.

Yuan Lingjun walked through the screen and strode towards the outside of the hall, all the way unimpeded, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Isn't that a ridiculous thing? Even if she can get out of the main hall, she can't get out of the inner court, even if she walks out of the inner court, she can't get out of the palace gate, she is locked tightly by the damn doors, windows, and windows, and there are doors that seem to have no doors, just to trap a half-crazy king.

"Laughing to death, haha......"

Yuan Lingjun clutched her stomach and laughed loudly in front of the door of the hall, and her laughter made the quiet concubine Fan Guifei in the hall feel a chill on her back.

The boy came out silently, and stood there with his hands in his hands, not moving, as if in meditation.

"It's you again—Fu Lingding, hiding there and watching my jokes, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die." Juvenile Humanity.

"Shut up, who told you to talk."

Yuan Lingjun glared at him fiercely, turned his eyes to look at the white crane flying in the distance, and sat down cross-legged in place, her hands on her knees, and her mouth was long and spitting out the stuffy breath in her chest.

"But when I hear you, I don't want to die that much."

Fu Lingding looked at the crazy King Changshan and nodded slightly. They should belong to the same category of people – people who live in hell and are not strong enough to get up. This type of person never accepts his fate and is often prone to making covenants.

"What the king said is very true, it is good to live, and there is no need to seek death."

"Fu Lingding, you are really uninteresting. Okay, I'm leaving, remember to come and play with me when it's empty. Yuan Lingjun patted his clothes and stood up. When you're hungry, it's time to get something to eat.

Fan Guifei lifted the ban on Kunjiao and Jiuwan, and the two returned to the shelter that night.

Thinking that Fan Guifei said that one person would be allowed to enter the palace in the near future to see the disease, Yuan Lingjun was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

What role Fan Guifei played in this game of royal power struggle, she couldn't wait to find out.

Kunjiao felt sad about the inexplicable smile of the lord, the whole person of the lord's illness has changed a lot, often talking to herself, she doesn't care about the changes around her and the restrictions on her movements, she often plays against herself, and her silent appearance is frightening.

Yuan Lingjun was not what Kunjiao thought, she knew what she was doing. As she grew older and experienced this incident again, she forced herself not to be too freewheeling, but to keep her temper and stay calm.

"Kunjiao."

"The little maid is here." Hearing the call of the sovereign, Kunjiao leaned over and replied.

"The kitchen only sends millet rice soup every day, does Changshan Palace want to damage the food? Lone wants to drink minced meat soup, as well as dried meat, suckling pigeon, boiled beef...... Let CUHK adults prepare one for each orphan. ”

It had only been a short time since the meal, and she had used it a lot. Kunjiao was worried that Yuan Lingjun would overeat, which would not be conducive to recuperation, but it was a good thing that the lord could eat, after all, her silence was more terrifying than overeating.

Kunjiao used to follow her wishes, and found a maid to explain the lord's instructions, and after a while, the Gong family really asked people to send the chicken, duck and fish cooked by the cook.

If she had to die, she would also choose to die. Yuan Lingjun turned his grief and anger into appetite, and feasted on the delicacies on the food table, until he couldn't move, lying down on the banquet, and cried.

Kunjiao couldn't cry or laugh, and massaged her abdomen to relieve the swelling pain.

On the second day, Zhen Chuanting's nephew Banshi entered the palace to see the disease, and after passing five passes and six generals, he searched again, and when he did not find a "sharp weapon", an inner servant led Banshi in.

When autumn arrives, the weather is unpredictable, and the seasonal leaves fall in the open space in front of the court and float on the calm surface of the lake.

Yuan Lingjun wore a robe and sat cross-legged under the corridor, feeling the autumn breeze in his face.

As soon as Fu Lingding said goodbye and left, the attendant led the stone to this side.

The surroundings seem to be calm, and there is no abnormal situation, but in fact, there is the eyeliner of the Fan family, which may be one of the chamberlains or a palace maid.

In front of the door, there was a small table, which was filled with herb bags, an incense burner, and a large bamboo tube, and several white cranes with beautiful feathers paced leisurely beside Yuan Lingjun.

"Lord." He walked straight to her side and knelt down to pay respects.

Yuan Lingjun opened the bamboo tube, and a white crane stepped forward and picked out the grass stem in the bamboo tube.

"It should be very cold in the north this year, you see, October has not yet arrived, and most of the white cranes have flown here."

The two chatted for a while, and Ban Shi suddenly asked, "The sovereign's jade body is good?" Seeing that she was in good health, Banshi's face was slightly pale.

"Not once or twice, nothing. Little Stone, when I was a child, rode a horse and walked around. A white crane walked up to her lap, Yuan Lingjun stroked its graceful wings, and the white crane lowered its neck and wrapped it around her shoulders to express its affection for her.

Banshi said: "To the south or the north?" No, the lord wants to go to Longxi, and the lord has not been to Shu yet. ”

Yuan Lingjun was silent, the two of them were strangely quiet for a while, Yuan Lingjun put down the bamboo tube and fiddled with the sachet, "I'm not going anywhere, and when I arrive next spring, I'll stand at the gate of the palace and look at the apricot blossom rain." ”

She picked out a white plum sachet with a blue background and gold pattern, and when she saw the waiter looking at her suspiciously, she put the sachet back again, and while opening the sachet irritably, she frowned and thought, and inadvertently tore the gray-green sachet, and the spices were sprinkled on several and the ground.

Yuan Lingjun shook his sleeves: "Little stone, come and help Gu take a look, what kind of spice is this?" ”

He walked up on his knees and took a closer look: "It's Dogwood." "Pretending to be sick is an expedient measure, and you don't have to worry about it." With a light cough, Yuan Lingjun said very quickly.

The situation was grim that day, and she was in a hurry, but she didn't expect to really bluff Fan Guifei. Yuan Lingjun raised his sleeves to cover half of his face, and a triumphant smile rose on his lips. If she doesn't pretend to be sick, how can Concubine Fan let down her vigilance.

Banshi was a little surprised, but his uncle repeatedly reminded him that no matter what the lord said, he must remain calm, and Banshi remembered this, and did not show half of the unnaturalness, and the cover-up was also very successful.

Seeing that Banshi understood, Yuan Lingjun grabbed the dogwood and put it into the incense burner, the cigarette smoke rose curly, and the white crane slowly paced to the edge of the court steps, and suddenly waved its wings and flew up, hovering and chirping over the palace.

Yuan Lingjun put his hands into his wide sleeves, and his fingers stroked the piccolo thinly.

"It's cold. Little stone, you can retire. She hurriedly got up and chased after the cranes, and her figure gradually disappeared into the lush bushes and flowers.

Wang Shi and the others were waiting for him to deliver the news, but Banshi didn't dare to delay and immediately left the palace.