Seeing that the old ministers were silent and had no good plans or suggestions for this, Lu Yaoxue raised her tail and vigorously knocked on the Yin Xi, turned around and pushed open the frosty doors and windows.

There are white cranes flying over the winter one after another in the sky, the large begonias planted in the atrium are blooming brilliantly, which are particularly dazzling in the bushes, and the cold autumn wind blows from under the eaves and pours into the house, making Lu Yaoxue tighten his neck and close the window urgently.

“…… Before Concubine Fan noticed it, let Fu Piao rush to Lin'an to report the news, and let him go to the Wangshi's Mansion tonight. I only heard Zhen Chuanting say.

The well-behaved court has become as smoky as the Lin'an court, and the important ministers led by Zhu Yan and Fan Jin have blatantly supported Fan Guifei to continue to govern Henan, and they have had a lot of trouble with the old ministers who supported King Changshan at the beginning.

The first crack in the Changshan royal court is getting bigger and bigger.

Concubine Fan didn't expect things to evolve into the current situation, and her overall plan had the biggest accident and mistake with Yuan Lingjun.

"Auntie, as long as the actions of the sovereign are restricted, Lin Xiang and the others are helpless."

Fan Qian learned the art of scheming from her aunt, but she was far from the wisdom of her aunt Fan Guifei, but she was always self-righteous and smart.

"Even you think she's a straw bale? Fan Qi, do what you have to do, don't be too presumptuous, the throne of King Changshan

In the past, Fan Guifei had never given birth to an heir, and she had a preference for her niece with good qualifications, and she had been with her since she was a child, supplemented by upbringing, learning power and government affairs, and never scolded her harshly, but this time she scolded her loudly in front of Gong and other maidservants.

"Yes." Fan Qi said yes, but she was not convinced at all.

"Don't try to embarrass the king, once you think about it, you will have to endure endless hardships." How could Concubine Fan not see that her niece was stronger, she patted her niece on the shoulder and reminded her very quietly, "You are still a maid to be married, enough is enough, understand?" ”

Fan Qi's face turned red.

In the main hall ahead, the imperial physician and the goddess of medicine withdrew in a panic.

Fan Guifei stopped, an ink-colored plum bottle flew towards her, and the quick-eyed Gong flicked his sleeves to block it, and the plum bottle smashed on the pillar and fell into pieces under the stone steps.

"Whoever fears anything more will have your heads cut off. Hurry up and hold the king, and don't let her scratch herself. Fan Jiang was displeased.

The medical women did not dare to slack off, and immediately rushed inside, holding down the person who looked like a mad demon in unison.

"Give me the medicine bowl."

Gong handed over the medicine bowl, Fan Guifei took it and brought it to the man's mouth, pinched his cheeks tightly with one hand, forced the other party to open his mouth, and forcefully aimed the bowl at it, pouring in a bowl of thick black and astringent decoction. "If you don't drink medicine, you'll become crazy, okay, listen to your mother." Fan Jiang hissed.

"Let me die, let me die." The woman in custody screamed, her eyes widening in despair.

Three or two white cranes flew up leisurely from the low-altitude mountains.

The white crane has come from the north, and the northern country may have entered the cold season.

It is said that King Changshan likes to raise cranes, and the cranes she raises can still understand people's words and play with her, whether it is true or not, God did not give him too much time to prove, originally thought that the palace was the smallest cage, in fact, the smallest cage is the state of mind, if the mood is not open, no matter how far away you can't get to the edge.

Qu Yi lowered his head and no longer looked at the leisurely birds.

Tianbao on the side frequently raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, his tears seemed to be endless, and every time he wiped them, he couldn't stop falling.

Yuan Lingjun has been sick for half a month. The hall is airtight and filled with a strong smell of herbs, and every morning, the chamberlains will open the door of the hall to let the warm sunlight shine into the hall and expel the darkness.

Yuan Lingjun sat up from the couch and asked the maid to bring clothes to change.

"It's autumn now, isn't it?" She saw yellowing leaves in the treetops.

"Yes, it's almost August."

Fu Piao should have sent the distress letter to the monarch's father.

The maid continued to add clothes to her, and Yuan Lingjun said to the Gong family who came in from outside: "It's too hot, let's call two maids to fan the wind." ”

Gong Shi had a cold face and did not act, not sure that this was Yuan Lingjun's intention to play tricks on people, she would not be careless.

"Looking at your battle, Lone believes that he has few days to count on, where is Lone's mausoleum?"

When Fan Guifei, who came in later, heard this, she twisted her hand and paused: "Don't worry, your illness will be cured soon, you will continue to live, and no one can take your life." ”

Not necessarily. The corners of Yuan Lingjun's mouth twitched, and his godless eyes were closed.

In the most confused days, she would always dream of a frieze. A's son was forcibly poured with potion by the Gong family, just like himself who was sick, struggling, no one helped her, she was picking up her life, but A's son didn't know the truth that his mother didn't save him until he died. In this world, human life is really regarded as a mustard.

After losing her son, she said to her, "You don't need to ask why. "Ah Lin said the same thing when he was seriously ill.

Yuan Lingjun finally enlightened at this time, how desperate Ah Ling was to say such powerless words of apology, once the reason behind the death is asked, more people will be involved, and they will die in vain.

"When killing innocent mothers and sons, do mothers also have compassion? If it is compassion, why doesn't Mother end my suffering with a single sword? ”

If every bead that strings up the Buddha beads is stained with bloody Buddha hearts, the Buddha Lord also raises the butcher's knife. Will this merciful sin of demonic deeds be retributed to her children? She thought.

Yuan Lingjun stared at Concubine Fan to cover her perfect belly, spread her arms, and the maid tied her belt.

"What did the Lord say?" She was bent on dying, whether it was the torture of illness that made her desperate, or the hopelessness of losing the power of her own government, or the fact that she was just talking childishly, or whether she was thinking about how to make fun of herself. Concubine Fan looked at Yuan Lingjun with a disappointed look.

Yuan Lingjun slowly put on his robe, and the maid brought the mirror, she frowned in disgust, and pushed it away.

Since she is going to die, why let her continue to live, the incurable disease is the justifiable way to die. When is she going to kill her? Or, she can live for a while longer, after all, the identity with use value is still here, and the Lin'an old ministers of the royal court have not been cleaned up. "I mean, Father Jun is still alive, and his eyes are always on this place, on his mother." She said word by word.

Yuan Lingjun, who enjoys the world all day long, is clearer than anyone else, sees things accurately and sophisticatedly, and hits with one blow, slamming Fan Jiang's fatal throat.

Fan Guifei came back to her senses, quickly looked around, and lowered her voice and said, "Hugh wants to say such ridiculous things. ”

"Ridiculous people naturally speak ridiculous things." Yuan Lingjun clasped his hands in his sleeves and looked at Fan Guifei, "Mother, I'm just talking about playing, why take it seriously." ”

Fan Guifei's face changed suddenly, and Yuan Lingjun turned his gaze: "The weather seems to be very good, it's good to go out and get some wind." "Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves to the front of the bed, reflecting the shape of the leaves and treetops.

Yuan Lingjun took the waist fan from the maid's hand, put his palm on his chest, smoothed the jade deer he was wearing, swept away the haze on his face, and replaced it with an indifferent expression, making people wonder whether Fang Cai's words were intentional or unintentional.