"What!" Gongzi Chengyi sat up suddenly, "What's wrong with Shuo'er!" How can I have a fever! As he spoke, he immediately began to dress and put on his shoes, without delaying for a moment.

Huanyu was waiting for this, and sat up with her clothes on, and asked "anxiously", "My lord, what's wrong?" What's wrong with Shuo'er? With that, she prepared to get out of bed, "Is Shuo'er sick again, I will also go and see." ”

"Don't go, it's windy outside, it's still snowing, you're fine in the house, you've been in poor health, don't go." Gongzi Chengyi got dressed, pressed Huanyu back to the bed, and said, "Shuo'er will be fine." ”

After Gongzi Chengyi left, Huanyu's maid whispered while putting a soft pillow on her, "The slave maid heard that the little gentleman Shuo is fine during the day, but at night it is a little noisy, but when does the little gentleman not cry before going to bed?" I didn't expect to start a fever at night, and now I'm crying a lot. ”

Huanyu nodded and said to the maid, "You go and pour a glass of water." When the little maid turned around, a sweat towel covered her mouth and nose, and the little maid only smelled a strong fragrance, and then she was unconscious and fainted.

Huanyu hid the little maid in the quilt, lowered the curtain, and the quilt was bulging, as if someone was asleep. She changed into night clothes, heard three cat meows on the roof, and knew that Fang Wei and others were outside to answer her.

She came out of the window, walked from the unoccupied place in the backyard to the base of the courtyard wall, knocked on the wall three times, and a rope fell in front of her, she grabbed the rope, and someone pulled her out of the courtyard wall.

"It's hard for you, you're still busy working when you're a nobleman, eh, you won't go wrong." Fang Wei seemed to be a little disgusted with Huanyu.

"Because no one is more familiar with the Prince's Mansion than me, I don't have time for you to be poor, let's go." Huanyu glanced at Fang Wei and put on a human face mask, which was plain, but it looked extremely natural, and it was really made of human skin.

Huanyu took Fang Wei all the way to the direction of the banquet hall, and the target was the secret room. Although Gongzi Chengyi guarded against Fan Miaoshu day and night, and was cautious and cautious in everything, he never thought that the biggest betrayer would lie on his pillow every day. As for Shuo Xiaojunzi's illness, the packet of medicinal powder handed over by Fang Wei is the culprit, the onset is fast, and it looks like a wind cold, it is a witch medicine prescription from the palace of the king of Chu, and the pharmacist in the Meng Mansion alone cannot diagnose the reason. Shuo Xiaojun is the only surviving son of Gongzi Chengyi and Ji Shu, he regards this child as a treasure and loves him very much, and he can't wait to take care of it himself.

Using Shuo Xiaojun to procrastinate is simply the best choice.

Here, Huanyu rushed to the secret room, and Gongzi Chengyi also walked all the way, obviously worried, and the slaves and maids behind him all trotted to follow, and they were also worried in their hearts. Shuo Xiaojunzi's residence is not far from Huanyu's courtyard, go out from the front door, and pass through a water corridor, but on a cold and snowy night, the cold wind blows the piercing bone marrow, even such a short distance, and I feel that I am going to freeze. At this time, Gongzi Chengyi was extremely sober, and he was no longer half drunk.

Gongzi Chengyi hurried to Shuo's little gentleman's yard, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he could hear the hoarse cry of the young son, he entered the inner room in three steps and two steps, Ah Shuo's nurse was holding him and asking the doctor to check his pulse, a little face was red from crying, and his body was constantly struggling.

"Shuo'er!" Gongzi Chengyi hugged his son and touched his son's head, it was really hot, and he scolded, "How can a good one burn!" A bunch of rubbish! He looked at the doctor again and asked anxiously, "Doctor Zheng, how is Shuo'er?" ”

"The little gentleman's high fever is caused by the cold entering the body, so I will go and prescribe a recipe and fry it immediately, as long as the fever subsides, it will be fine. Now you can wipe yourself off with hot wine, but don't get a little wind. ”

"Go, go!" Gongzi Chengyi put his son on the bed, wrapped it in layers of quilts, and brought the slave handkerchief dipped in hot wine, and personally wiped his son's forehead.

The banquet hall has just ended, and there are many people who are sprinkling and sweeping, but there is only one place, no one will come, it is the bedroom of Cheng Yi, the son of the back of the hall, and there is a small study in it. This place has always been locked, and no one is allowed to enter and leave at will. Huanyu took out a key, which she secretly printed when Gongzi Chengyi was not paying attention.

The bedroom looked ordinary, but when I lifted the futon on the bed and knocked on the bedboard, the sound was really hollow. Removing the bed board, a swarthy secret passage was exposed, and Fang Wei took out a nocturnal bead, and the secret passage reflected in the faint blue pearl light became more and more black and hollow.

The smell of the closed secret passage cannot be dispersed, and when you walk in it, you can still smell the smell of alcohol that has been brought in. The secret passage was not long, and soon a secret room was exposed. The room was small, with shelves on three walls, and books were placed on it. In the middle is a bookcase with a extinguished oil lamp and several letters.

Inevitably, these letters cannot be stolen directly, according to the wishes of the lady, these letters will be extended as they are.

Everything went according to plan, everything went smoothly, half an hour later, when Fang Wei was about to leave with a pile of letters in her arms, Huanyu wanted to snatch these letters back for a moment, but she didn't, from the moment she came to Quwo, these were all doomed.

In the courtyard of the little gentleman, Gongzi Chengyi personally fed his son with the medicinal juice, but the medicinal juice was very bitter, and the child didn't drink a mouthful, and vomited out.

Just as he was at a loss, a soft and warm hand took his hand, "My lord, I'll come." ”

Gongzi Chengyi was stunned for a moment, he could hear Huanyu's voice, turned around and frowned, "Why are you here, you are still pregnant, didn't you tell you to lie down." ”

"Shuo'er is sick, how can I sleep, I can't sleep after tossing and turning in bed, I'll come over, adult, take care of the child, let me come." Saying that, Huanyu took the medicine bowl and sat on the edge of the bed, held the child wrapped in a dumpling in his arms, gently wiped Shuo'er's forehead with a handkerchief with one hand, patted it lightly through the quilt with the other, and gently coaxed out, "Shuo'er is good, my mother brought you your favorite pine nut candy, you drink a sip of medicine, and I will give you a piece of pine nut candy immediately, it'......s not bitter at all."

Just tossed until dawn, the child finally sweated, gradually subsided his fever, and fell asleep deeply, Gongzi Chengyi was also relieved, holding Huanyu's hand, he didn't speak, just held his hand tightly, let Huanyu know that Gongzi Chengyi was surging in his heart at this time. The child, who was born in the winter and will turn three last month, has always been thin and has little flesh on his face, so his eyes are extraordinarily large. The big-eyed Xiao Qimu, it was as if he had been dug up from his biological mother's face, every time he looked at it, Huanyu could always think of the woman named Ji Shu, would think of her death, and think of how she died, and her heart was like a copper bell that reminded her that she had stood on the top of the peak, and her advance and retreat were all broken.

And Gongzi Chengyi was indeed thinking about the child's biological mother at this time, perhaps saying that he had never forgotten his Ji Shu for a moment. And the more he mourns Ji Shu, the more he loves this child, and the more he hates Fan Miaoshu.

He will never forget the love and scene of that day. His beloved woman, his Ji Shu, was in front of him, his throat was sealed by Fan Miaoshu's arrow, and he didn't even leave a word before he died, his former bright eyes were round with the fear of death, and the red blood stained her apricot pink dress. He clearly remembered every detail of that day, the aroma of the wine and food at the banquet, the crisp sound of the bell on the dancing girl's body, the aroma of daffodils on Ji Shu's body, and the sound of Fan Miaoshu's arrow breaking through the air. That sound replayed in his head countless times, and the sound became sharper and sharper over and over again, making people desperate over and over again.

Sometimes when he closed his eyes, the voice came, and Ji Shu's eyes, which were difficult to blind before his death, also appeared in his dreams day after day. Ji Shu Ji Shu, his Ji Shu, his favorite Ji Shu!

Ji Shu is his mother's niece, born from Quwo's small family, the Lu family, the reason why she is called Ji Shu is only because she is the third in the family, and familiar people call her so. He is a son, with a noble status, although he has no real power in his hands, but those small families still like to let the beautiful daughters of the family get close to him, Ji Shu is also one of them, and the Lu family often has the opportunity to see him through his mother's relationship. Every time they meet, he also knows it.

Ji Shu is not the prettiest or smartest of these girls. At first, he didn't look down on her, but somehow, he couldn't let go of her being bullied, he unconsciously and uncontrollably cared about her every move, and slowly fell in love with this girl with a pair of sweet dimples. When he was a teenager, he wanted to marry a woman who would go back to Gongzi's Mansion for the rest of his life, but only Ji Shu was the only one.

But in the end, he married Fan Miaoshu, the eldest daughter of the powerful minister Fan Ying, which was a political marriage that could not be refused. Everyone can see clearly that Fan Ying took a fancy to his honest and soft personality and wanted to support him to be an obedient monarch. But even though everyone understands it like a mirror in their hearts, no one dares to stand up against this makeup marriage.

At that time, Fan's almost single-handedly covered the sky.

He and Fan Miaoshu have not raised eyebrows, and they have been in love for a while, when did the two become strangers? He couldn't tell, but before they knew it, something changed between them, maybe it was when she started to win people's hearts, maybe it was when she started to kill his concubines, maybe it was when her Fan family began to prey on his people.

In the past few years since Fan Miaoshu got married, she has used Fan's strong financial and material resources to attract countless people, not to mention his son's mansion, that is, the entire Quwo, and now most of them have spoken to the Fan family. Fan's power is great, and he has worked hard to cultivate and expand his power, but five years ago, Fan's still implemented Fan's mu system and tax system in his territory, and the small tax per mu was high, and it reached a tax system of one out of five, which was simply a tyrannical expropriation! The people of his land were overwhelmed and miserable.

The family is as powerful as this. As the son of the royal family, he was held to death by the Fan family. He hated this marriage, neither happy nor dignified!

He once thought that the two of them would be able to live with respect for each other until that happened.

He and Fan Miaoshu, he and Fan, are destined to live and die.