The eldest daughter of the Taifu and the sister of the crown princess can only be concubines for King Wu, so what kind of woman can be Princess Wu?

Not only Zhiying, but also the ladies in the entire Zizhang City, their parents and brothers, are also curious.

However, a month has passed, two months have passed, Emperor Jianyuan has forgotten about it, and he has not mentioned the matter of Cui Yi marrying a wife at all, and the necks of countless wealthy daughters in the capital have been stretched by an inch, waiting to fly up the branches and become phoenixes.

In the blink of an eye, Cui Xian, the little county lord of Wuwang's Mansion, has been 100 days old, and Cheng Fengyi also gave birth to a daughter safely, named Zhai Shujin, and the two families failed to get married, so they had to wait to give birth to a child.

"It's better not to mention it, so as not to come to someone who doesn't know the roots, in case of virtue like that Xie Yuchan, he doesn't deserve to die." Cheng Fengyi has always been straight, and she is happy to see Emperor Jianyuan's amnesia.

Cheng Fengyi was still in confinement, Zhiying came to visit her with the child, Xiao Cui Xian couldn't climb herself, so she wanted to reach out and touch her sister, Xiao Shujin was disturbed when she drank milk, and she cried as soon as she saw her, and she cried with Wow Wow.

Zhiying said with a smile: "Miss Xie is not like that, but the prince is really going to marry someone else, and he must give me small shoes to wear behind his back, the prince spoils her, she is pampered and proud, the prince does not spoil her, she hates because of love, just thinking about it, I feel cold sweat on my back." ”

Cheng Fengyi said jokingly: "At the beginning, I didn't know who was in a hurry to marry the prince all day long. ”

Zhiying wailed: "Sister spare me, I'm not ignorant." ”

Cheng Fengyi laughed again, the maid sent a decoction, she drank a few sips, and somehow remembered what happened when Zhiying was confined, so she asked: "By the way, has the traitor in the palace been found out?" ”

"I don't have a clue." Speaking of this, Zhiying couldn't laugh anymore, three months have passed, she and Bailizan have done their best, but the traitor has not shown any of his feet, although he is unwilling, he still has to say that this person is really calm.

Cheng Fengyi lowered his head and thought about it, and said, "Could it be that there are no moles in the palace at all?" The person named Shan Jian you mentioned may just happen to see Mr. Baili on the street, and then found out that he was working for the prince, so he came up with this counter-plot to make the prince suspect that he had other plans. ”

Zhiying said helplessly: "This possibility is not impossible, when I discussed it with my husband, my husband also thought that maybe we were suspicious, there is no mole in the house, but if this is the case, I can't explain how Shan Jian knew about Mr. sending me back to the main courtyard. ”

Cheng Fengyi sighed and patted the back of her hand: "I can't help you anything, you have a lot of heart, and you have to keep a distance from the prince's relatives in the future, Mo is too close, they all say that women are jealous, and how many men are not jealous?" ”

Zhiying agreed, and the two chatted about some short things in the parents, it was dark early in the twilight of autumn, and Shen Shi took her daughter to say goodbye just after Zhiying, and Cheng Fengyi was lazily leaning on the bed and yawning.

"Madam, a military master sent this, saying that it was for Madame." A maid walked in with a small wooden box.

Cheng Fengyi Nunu mouthed: "What is it?" Open me and see? ”

The maid opened the lid, and several orange-red maple leaves were like flames, lying quietly at the bottom of the black box, as if the splendor of the whole autumn was condensed in the palm-sized square, which was beautiful.

Cheng Fengyi spread a piece in his palm and couldn't put it down: "This should be the red leaves of Drunken Butterfly Mountain, I used to accompany my father to see it every autumn, but I don't know if I can catch up this year." Then he asked, "Who is so hearty, what does the person who gave this box look like, and does he say who he is?" ”

The maid replied truthfully: "The porter said that he was a military master wearing armor, and he didn't mention what his name was, so he asked him to give the box to Madame, saying that it was Mrs. Xie's life-saving grace." ”

"Oh......" If it is a life-saving grace, it is not surprising, Cheng Fengyi nodded, he saved the lives of thousands of sick soldiers in Xiying with a recipe last year, maybe it is not surprising that one of them heard that he likes red leaves, and specially picked them to show his gratitude.

"Find a place where I can see and put it up, and put it up."

The golden sun shines in from the window, illuminating the maple leaves more and more golden, like a warm flame.

Entering September, the wheat planted at the end of spring is also ripe, in order to catch up with the grain harvest and dry before the continuous autumn rain comes, the daily life of the soldiers of the Xiying camp for several days is occupied by farm work, cutting wheat, beating wheat, drying wheat, all the division of labor is orderly, to the middle of September, the flour handed over to the Wuwang Mansion has more than 1,000 catties, the soldiers are even more beautiful to eat a few meals of big white flour steamed buns, and there is the meat hunted in the spring, salted well and placed in the cellar, at this time it is just right to eat, The food in the barracks is better than it was before the cuts.

When he entered the palace to ask for peace, Emperor Jianyuan didn't mention the matter of marrying a wife for Cui Yi at all, so what Zhiying had to do every day was just to take the children, and then listen to the housekeeper report how much grain was handed over in each battalion, how much was sold into cash, and how much was kept for the winter.

Don't worry about your father forcing her to marry her daughter-in-law all day long, Cui Yi's life is also very leisurely, and what she does every day is nothing more than going to court, training soldiers, and teasing her daughter.

It's just that Zhiying is leisurely, because he knows that there is still half a year before the death of Emperor Jianyuan, Cui Jie's accession to the throne, and Cui Yi's exile, during this period, all he has to do is to dig more walls at the right time, and sort out and transcribe the grain planting experience of the soldiers in the hometown collected by Cao Qian, so that he can better guide the local military and civilians to reclaim the famine when he goes to Ganzhou in the future - unlike Cui Yi, who is so idle that he will be salt.

After the day came down, Cui Yi came back and said to Zhiying with great interest: "At the beginning of next month, the fifth father and emperor will go to Drunken Butterfly Mountain to enjoy the red leaves, let everyone follow, you haven't been to the Drunken Butterfly Mountain Palace, right?" Go and pick a beautiful piece of material, and ask someone to make a new garment to wear when the time comes. ”

Zhiying just put the child to sleep, beat his sore waist and stood up: "I made new clothes again, didn't I just make a suit last month, do you know that you are diligent and thrifty?" ”

Cui Yi puffed up his eyes and glared at her: "Make it for you to wear!" I won't think about adding some new clothes to myself all year round, and I go out to hang out in tatters all day long, and this king can't afford to lose this face! ”

Zhiying said funny: "Yes, yes, I am embarrassed by the prince again." "Thinking that he really hasn't made two new clothes in the past half a year, it's hard for him to think of it for himself because he is so coarse.

It's not for nothing that she is so provincial, Ganzhou is on the knife edge of the confrontation between Dachu and Beidi, a piece of land today is my family's house, and tomorrow it may become your family's, the people can't even save their lives, and they can't plant crops with peace of mind, if they don't save it now, they will be exiled in half a year, and the food will be tight, and it will be too late to regret it then.

But since he was going to accompany the emperor in front of him, it was still not okay to be too cold, so it was the princess...... Concubine Fang, thinking about it, took Xiaoqiu to the street in the afternoon to pick up materials and send them to the tailor shop to make new clothes.

On the fifth day of the first month of October, Emperor Jianyuan and his concubines and children drove the drunken butterfly mountain palace, Zhiying still accompanied him as the princess of Wu, sitting in the carriage and enjoying the beautiful scenery all the way, the maple leaves of the golden autumn were dazzlingly red, so thick that they almost dripped down, and they couldn't see the end at a glance.

Somehow, Zhiying has a vague premonition since she got up in the morning, like a dark cloud pressing on her heart, and her eyelids have been jumping non-stop, even if the scenery outside the car window is beautiful, she is a little absent-minded when she looks at it.

Xiaoqiu thought she was sleepy, so she said, "Madame, do you want to lie down and sleep for a while?" I was tired last night. ”

Zhiying glanced at her angrily: "Dead girl, I'll ask someone to sew your ears shut when you go back." Xiaoqiu didn't take her words seriously, spread the cloak in the carriage, and took a cushion to make a pillow for her.

The carriage staggered, and Zhiying was just about to fall asleep in a daze, when he was suddenly jolted by a sudden brake and almost flew up, and his head hit the wall of the car, knocking his eyes with gold stars.

"What's going on?" Zhiying was dizzily helped up by Xiaoqiu.

There was a commotion outside the car, Cui Yi shouted that there were assassins to protect the emperor, the horses were frightened and neighed in the sound of swords, and the screams of women were endless, Zhiying climbed to the side of the car and was about to poke her head out to look, when a feather arrow nailed the curtain to the door frame, only an inch away from her hand, and she was so frightened that she immediately retreated.

Zhiying is a person who has died once, and she is not calm, Xiaoqiu, a half-grown girl, was even more frightened, hugging her tightly and trembling, suddenly the carriage was slammed, and a stream of blood splashed on the curtain, Xiaoqiu hugged her head and screamed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be fine." Zhiying comforted Xiaoqiu, but she was unsure in her heart.

The forbidden army accompanying the escort was arranged by Cui Yi, there were as many as 1,800 people, the front and back hugged, the iron bucket generally protected the holy car, and Cui Yi was even more sword guard next to Emperor Jianyuan's carriage, how could anyone come to assassinate him?

The sound of fighting outside lasted for a while, and gradually stopped, Cao Qian rode his horse to the outside of the car, panting and asking, "Madam, are you okay?" ”

Zhiying hurriedly replied: "I'm fine, the emperor is okay, right?" What about the prince? ”

Cao Qian gasped and replied: "The emperor is safe and sound, the prince has been slightly injured, and now he is leading people to chase the assassins, and I will come back to protect my wife." ”

Cui Yi was unexpectedly injured, and he was more worried than just now: "Someone actually injured the prince?" ”

Cao Qian replied: "An assassin ambushed a tree and released a cold arrow, grazing the prince's arm and shooting it. ”

Zhiying frowned, the ominous premonition that had accompanied her since she got up hit her heart again, she was almost about to capture the black shadow, but it was just a little bit worse, and she couldn't see the truth behind it.

The assassins seemed to have failed to succeed so they retreated, Zhiying waited obediently in the carriage for a while, Cui Yi led people to capture all the escaped assassins alive, Emperor Jianyuan was frightened, and he was already in no mood to enjoy the red leaves, so the team had to return to the capital.

Zhiying and other female dependents were naturally sent back to the house, and the princes were all left in the palace, and they were not released until dark, and when Cui Yi returned home, he was already close to Zishi, and saw that the hall was brightly lit, and Zhiying and Bailizan were waiting, so they quickened their pace and jumped up the steps and walked into the door.

"The assassin is going for the crown prince," without waiting for them to ask, Cui Yi lowered his voice and said, "The crown princess is frightened, and the child is less than two months old, and there is no ......."

Zhiying's heart suddenly lifted: "What? Ling Fang is pregnant? ”