Prince Jin's Mansion was closed and isolated from the outside world for two days, just so that Song Zhancheng could have an absolutely quiet and beneficial environment to recuperate.

On the night of returning home, Song Zhancheng had a high fever, and Cheng Jingyun and Foshan followed and tossed all night. Fortunately, Song Zhancheng came to his senses at dawn, but the other two were not so happy and had sad faces.

On the third day, Song Zhancheng completely recovered, although he couldn't walk on the ground, Cheng Jingyun could sense that he had recovered from that depression.

"How does it feel to be closed by the ghost door?"

Cheng Jingyun hugged her arms, leaned aside and asked with a sneer, Song Zhancheng obediently drank two large bowls of medicinal soup by himself, and turned the clean bottom of the bowl upside down to show Cheng Jingyun.

"It feels good, reborn. Miss Cheng, your medical skills are really powerful, this king admires you! Thank you very much. ”

Cheng Jingyun wanted to put the medicine bowl on top of his head, but she was angry and asked people to clean up her things and take out a small cloth bag again. The meridians of Song Zhancheng's legs have not been completely dredged, and she has a great responsibility.

"Oops! This king will pay you, can Miss Cheng be a little lighter? Otherwise, be careful not to pierce the wrong place~"

Song Zhancheng smiled bitterly, and neither of them said anything about it. However, Prince Jin suddenly learned to beg for mercy, and he deliberately brought out a sense of joy when he spoke, which made the heavy atmosphere a little inexplicably funny.

"Lord Wang, there are people outside the door asking to see you!" Foshan came in and closed the door, not letting a trace of cold wind blow in, and almost took care of his steely master as a porcelain doll.

At this time, who will visit? Cheng Jingyun saw a trace of solemnity in Song Zhancheng's eyes, and instantly remembered something, and it was clear.

"Go and call someone in."

Foshan exited, and when he came back in, he was followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a vegetable vendor, but this person had a little more elegance.

This person is none other than a strategist under Song Zhancheng, who is quite valued by Song Zhancheng. Cheng Jingyun shook her head, pretending not to be! glanced at Song Zhancheng, and it was obvious that the prince also felt the same.

"Mr. Wood? But what's the urgency? ”

The man took off his hat and said with a solemn face: "Lord, the prince is going to kill you." Since the night before yesterday, after hearing about the palace, I was planning to visit the palace, but I noticed that someone was following and obstructing it. ”

Stalking? It seems that things are not so simple. Cheng Jingyun frowned and asked, "Can someone have an accident?" ”

"Life is worry-free, but Lao Xue was beaten with his head covered, and those people were also afraid of arousing public anger, so they didn't dare to make a killing move."

Song Zhancheng nodded lightly, and listened to the strategist continue: "Now we can't come to the palace at will, and we also need to dress up when we go out, so you have to be more careful, prince." Every few days, we send someone to deliver the news. ”

The vegetable seller couldn't stay longer, so he hurriedly discussed the strategy with Song Zhancheng, and left quickly.

In the strange atmosphere in the capital, the New Year Festival came as scheduled without being affected.

Although Song Zhancheng was injured, he couldn't go to court without the emperor's permission, and Cheng Jingyun didn't lose his hair in order to let him recover quickly.

The atmosphere was tense, Foshan did not show up for several days, and Song Zhancheng had almost no time to rest, so he was vigilant against the princelings and the conspiracy that followed the prince.

Cheng Jingyun couldn't help most of the time, so she had to bury her head in all kinds of wound medicines, all kinds of life-saving pills, and no detoxification was indispensable.

After a few days of stuffiness in the pharmacy, the weather was fine and the sun came out for the first time in a long time. Cheng Jingyun was pulled out by Qingming to bask in the sun, otherwise she was really worried that she would be moldy with those medicinal herbs.

Cheng Jingyun was worried, but she couldn't help Song Zhancheng too much, and she was also in a hurry, so she forced herself to have two dark circles under her eyes, and she couldn't see Qingming at this time.

"Alas! Let's go for a walk~" Sighing helplessly, the two circled around the yard twice.

"Qingming? Did you notice? Cheng Jingyun suddenly spoke, and Qingming was confused by her question, "What did you find?" ”

"Why hasn't the princess disappeared recently? Also, Luo Jiu hasn't come out to cause trouble for a long time. ”

Qingming glanced at her angrily, "Aren't they honest or good?" At this time, who dares to make trouble, the prince has to drive people out of the palace. ”

Is that so? Cheng Jingyun doesn't believe it! After finding an excuse to coax Qingming away, she went to the backyard by feeling the corner.

Ye Xushuang's Ning Xiang Pavilion is already being rebuilt, and it is almost finished. Now it still looks as gorgeous as usual, and Qiu Li is watching a few maids clean up the house.

What about Ye Xushuang? Cheng Jingyun looked at it for a while, but didn't notice that Qiu was leaving her master.

After thinking about it, forget it, let's go to Lanju first. Compared with Ye Xushuang, what Cheng Jingyun was most worried about was Luo Jiu's woman.

Rumeng cleans the yard diligently, and does not dare to be lazy anymore, let alone slack off in the slightest.

On a cold day, Rumeng wiped the sweat from his head and quietly looked at the room behind him. My aunt said that she was about to finish her cultivation, and not long ago she came out of the house violently, but she saw the wild grass growing in the courtyard and punished them severely.

Now, no one dares to be lazy and slacking off.

There were people in the courtyard, Cheng Jingyun didn't plan to startle the snake, so she had to leave Lanju, turn around and go to the place where Ye Xushuang lived.

Qiu Li had already returned, and was strolling outside the house with Ye Xushuang, Cheng Jingyun had good ears, and she could vaguely hear the conversation between the two, but she was horrified.

Ye Shangshu was disgusted by the crown prince, and he was unwilling in the court, let alone provoke Song Zhancheng, so he had to use neutrality to protect himself.

This indirectly led to Ye Xushuang, the princess, not having a good time. Qiu Li brought a cloak to put on her young lady, and asked casually: "Wasn't Miss quite happy yesterday?" Why are you worried again today? ”

Ye Xushuang lost a lot of weight, and the robe was empty, making it even more weak.

"My father asked someone to come and send a message in the morning, warning me to stay in the palace honestly, between the words, I feel that my father seems to be going to do something, and he will never be willing to let the Ye Mansion fall."

So Ye Shangshu wants to regain the trust of the prince? Why is he in such a hurry, it is said that the prince does not accept his overtures, and this Lord Shangshu will not pull down his son so easily to beg for help......

Unless...... At this time, the master and servant walked towards Cheng Jingyun, and in order not to be discovered, Cheng Jingyun hurriedly gathered her mind and left.

Back in the front yard, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Ye Shangshu, and Song Zhancheng's recent situation...... Thinking about it, I couldn't help but mutter, "Prince! Prince! Don't? ”

Could it be that the situation in the court is now very critical? Why didn't Song Zhancheng tell her anything about the situation, or did he not know it himself?

This thought came to mind, and Cheng Jingyun couldn't calm down anymore. Immediately cleaned up, covered his face a little, and went out of the house and ran to East Street.

She had to make sure that the ministers of the DPRK and China had defected to the side of the crown prince in the majority. If it is true, then the prince must have made a move elsewhere.