The eldest princess of Wei and Empress Cao sat side by side on the couch, with a small table between the two and some refreshments on the table. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The eldest princess entered the palace this time, still wearing a rose-purple standard dress, her long black and thick hair was neatly tied, and the hairpin was decorated with the fresh glass ball head jewelry of Victoria's Secret Angel Underwear Workshop, surrounded by several stars and sizes of rhinestones, all of which were inlaid with gemstones, without bright colors, and looked very dignified.

Leaning on the side of the eldest princess of the Wei Kingdom, Xu Xizhen, who was standing solemnly in the hall, looked cautious and respectful.

The eldest princess of Wei can be said to be Xu Xizhen's nobleman, when Zhao Zhen suddenly fell into a coma, it was his aunt, the eighth daughter of Zhao Guangyi of Song Taizong, the eldest princess of Wei Guo, who was convicted of murdering the emperor, and recommended Xu Xizhen to be acupunctured in Zhao Zhen's heart, which made Xu Xizhen famous overnight and stabilized the status of the holy hand of a generation of Chinese doctors.

Xu Xizhen is best at always doing acupuncture, practicing medicine for many years, and acupuncture in the heart is a danger in the eyes of the royal family, but for Xu Xizhen, it has already been carried out thousands of times, the so-called one minute on stage, ten years off the stage, opportunities are always left to those who are prepared, probably this is the truth.

Naturally, Xu Xizhen, who is now famous, cannot forget the promotion and recommendation of the eldest princess of Wei State.

Therefore, the eldest prince of Wei asked him to come again and again to ask for peace for Empress Cao, beware of his henchmen, Xu Xizhen could not help but obey.

"Weichen has already followed Niangniang's instructions to say that the death of the little princess was due to the cold poison of mercury. Now that mercury has been found buried in His Majesty's bedchamber, this matter should pass slowly, and no one will suspect Niangniang. Xu Xizhen's tone couldn't hear joy and sorrow, and there was only a cautious helplessness in her heart.

Queen Cao took a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren, and cut it open with scissors, and the white reeds in it floated down.

"If you are loyal, why did you leave this, didn't you say that all the things of the little princess were burned for burial?" Empress Cao had a gentle and virtuous face, and said this cold sentence gently.

"Wechen is derelict in his duties. Please forgive me. Xu Xizhen is still so unwavering.

The eldest princess of Wei helped Xu Xizhen up, and said on the side: "It's all my own people, and Imperial Doctor Xu is also negligent for a while." That Zhang's aphrodisiac is flattering, and his body and bones can't support a child, but he is not on this quilt. ”

As she spoke, she gently threw the little quilt into the charcoal basin, and the flames jumped up, quickly burning the problematic quilt to ashes.

Xu Xizhen kept the quilt, and she really wanted to keep a handle.

Originally used to wrap the baby's hundreds of sons and grandchildren, it should be filled with silk cotton and cotton flowers, and the reed wadding filling, which seems to be a piece of white flowers, is actually very light, and it is easy to shake off and fly out, drill into the child's respiratory tract, and at the same time the warmth is poor, easy to cause children's wind chill.

And this hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren is a gift that Empress Cao carefully prepared for concubines like Zhang Guifei who have no mother's support and are from a small family, and do not know what to do with them.

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Wang Ziyue lifted the thick cotton curtains on the carriage and looked at the snowflakes outside the window with a heavy heart. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said to the coachman in front of him: "Go to Fangfu." ”

The coachman was a little surprised, after all, it was not early, but listening to Wang Ziyue's instructions, his tone was very straightforward and firm, so he didn't hesitate, turned the head of the car, and walked around to Fang Mansion in the wind and snow.

When she arrived at Fang's mansion, Wang Ziyue gave an order and asked the coachman to send a letter to her brother Wang Anshi when she went home first, saying that she would be sent back later and arranged for it.

Only then did he enter the door of the Fang Mansion with familiarity, and the officials and servants in the mansion all knew each other, and naturally there was no obstacle all the way, and they came to Fang Zhongyong's room step by step along the red lantern of the water.

Wang Ziyue knocked on the door gently, and before Fang Zhongyong's voice sounded, the door had suddenly opened, and the little white cat jumped on Wang Ziyue's body with a whoosh, rubbed Wang Ziyue's body desperately with her head, and licked Wang Ziyue with her little thorny tongue.

Ma Erya behind him smiled, as if he was discussing something with Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong was originally talking to Ma Erya about the famous characters of the troupe who could talk to Wu Yu, Ma Erya had already bought a script for several works, and he had some dealings with the corners of these troupes, and he was also actively coming up with ideas.

At this time, Wang Ziyue came at this point, even if Ma Erya was stupid, he knew that there might be something important, so he rubbed it a little and went out with the little white cat in his arms.

Wang Ziyue sat down and was about to speak, but saw Fang Zhongyong walk to the door violently, snapped open the door, and Ma Erya, who was lying on his stomach at the door and was about to eavesdrop, was caught off guard, and stumbled into Fang Zhongyong's arms with the little white cat.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Ma Erya with a see-through gaze, stretched out a finger, pointed outward, and stretched out his hand to make a blocked posture on her ear, signaling her not to eavesdrop after she went out.

Ma Erya pursed her lips, unwilling in her heart, in her eyes, if she and Brother Zhongyong were one, where could Wang Ziyue and Brother Zhongyong be alone? But Brother Zhongyong had already issued an eviction order, and he didn't want to rebel after all, so he still went out with the little white cat in his arms and closed the door casually.

Fang Zhongyong returned to the table and said to Wang Ziyue: "What's the matter, is there something going on on Concubine Zhang in the palace?" ”

Wang Ziyue lowered her head, shrunk her hand slightly into her sleeve, and raised her head a little timidly: "No, I'm afraid, I can't do what you explain." ”

Fang Zhongyong pulled the chair next to Wang Ziyue, stuffed a water-filled "hot woman" hand stove into her hand, looked at Wang Ziyue with a deep gaze like water, patted Wang Ziyue's shoulder with his hand, and said encouragingly: "The coming day is long, you don't need to put so much pressure on yourself." ”

"However, now that Concubine Zhang Guifei regards me as a confidant, on the queen's side, I naturally have nothing that may affect her decision. Brother Zhongyong, you said that you should persuade from everyone's different positions and perspectives, but I feel that many words, in my capacity, are not suitable to say. Wang Ziyue's face flushed slightly, as cute as an apple.

"For example?" Fang Zhongyong's voice was warm.

"For example, for all the mothers who are fortunate enough to have children, show the intention of helping them give birth smoothly, and at the same time, inspire the people around the queen to influence her, so that she feels that even if she does not have a child of her own, she can snatch the child of another mother, and it is better to give up the mother and keep the child as her own child than to support an adopted son who does not have His Majesty's blood......"

Wang Ziyue said this, her eyelashes kept shaking, and she looked up at Fang Zhongyong: "I always feel that you asked me to do this in multiple aspects, not for any mother, it seems that you put yourself in the shoes of every mother, in fact, you just hope that Your Majesty can have your own children." ”

Fang Zhongyong listened to Wang Ziyue's words, and he didn't have a look of surprise, he helped Wang Ziyue's shoulders very frankly.

Wang Ziyue raised her cheeks and met Fang Zhongyong's eyes, and Fang Zhongyong's eyes once again reflected Wang Ziyue's outline.

"You're right, that's what I thought. I hope Your Majesty will have your own son-" Fang Zhongyong's voice was like a babbling stream, flowing quietly under the moon. (To be continued.) )