Li Yong has a delicate face, no matter how naughty he is, he is just a child after all. He had been measuring him by a king's yardstick all along. All he remembered was Li Yong's good side.

After Li Yong went, the next day the imperial chef presented the bear's paw, and Li Yong must have looked forward to his happy expression when he saw the bear's paw and said a word of praise to him.

He has been reprimanding him for his stubbornness, when has he ever given him a warm smile, a word of appreciation. He doesn't remember, it seems that he never to.

"Father," Li Yong smiled as he stood in front of the bed.

"Yong'er," Wenzong was overjoyed that his son had returned.

His son knew that his father loved him, and he got up and went to pull Li Yong. Li Yongfang's face was still smiling, and in the blink of an eye, the seven orifices were bleeding and bruised.

"Yong'er, Yong'er," he cried.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Wenzong opened his eyes, his hand still stretched out in mid-air, and his face was already wet.

He waved his hand and motioned for the palace people to stand down. It's all his fault, the more Wenzong thinks about it, the more sad he becomes.

On the second day, Wenzong's face was red and his body was hot, and he fell ill with excessive worry. The imperial doctor ordered the pulse to be diagnosed, and the astringent pulse could not be touched in the middle of the floating, and it could only be felt by pressing it again, but it was still vague and unclear, and it appeared from time to time, and the pulse was weak.

The imperial doctor was horrified, the saint's mood was not successful, the qi was not smooth, the blood could not be filled, the qi could not be smooth, and the saint's illness was dangerous.

There were fine beads of sweat on the head of the imperial doctor, and Wen Zong squinted at the expression of the imperial doctor and smiled slightly.

"Although Aiqing said bluntly, life and death are fate."

The Imperial Physician Ling trembled and said: "Long live Your Majesty, Weichen, but please let Your Majesty relax in everything, everything will be fine." ”

Wenzong sighed and closed his eyes, no longer speaking.

Zhou Jingfu, the living room, and Wei Mo, the living room, followed the imperial doctor's order. Wei Mo was the fifth grandson of Wei Zheng, the most prestigious minister in the Tang Dynasty and even in Chinese history.

Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was happy when he heard it, and he fulfilled Wei Zheng from the grace of admonition. Wei Zheng bluntly admonished and became an emperor through the ages.

There were already beads of sweat on the head of the Imperial Physician Ling, and Zhou Jingfu and Wei Mo stared at the Imperial Physician Ling with anxious eyes and asked, "How is Your Majesty's condition?" Is the dragon body in the way? ”

The Imperial Physician Ling shook his head and said to the two: "Your Majesty's illness is dangerous, and the old man has diagnosed Your Majesty's pulse, and the pulse is sluggish and weak. ”

He told the two of them: "The two adults are more relieved of the saint, don't let the saint worry and be depressed, hurt the root, I'm afraid... Your Majesty is the person next to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is too worried, and your Majesty must remember to enlighten Your Majesty from time to time. ”

The two sent the imperial physician order to the door, and Zhou Jingfu whispered in his ear: "Adults should also be cautious in their words." ”

"The two adults can rest assured, they have their own measure."

The Imperial Physician ordered him to rush back to the Tai Hospital and gathered his subordinates to work together to formulate a practical and effective treatment plan.

Concubine Xian came to visit for a few days, but the palace people just said: "Your Majesty is recuperating, Niangniang should go back first." ”

Wenzong avoided it, and Concubine Xian ate closed doors one after another. When did Concubine Xian receive such a cold reception?

She has been Wenzong's favorite concubine all these years, even if she has no heirs, Wenzong's favor for her has not diminished.

Today, Concubine Xian came to visit Wenzong, and she also deliberately wore a pearl shirt, which was smooth and shiny, and made Concubine Xian bright and moving.

However, in the bright beauty, the lover loses interest in appreciating you, how to deal with yourself! Abandoned woman, the word comes to mind.

What does it mean to be an abandoned woman in the deep palace? Especially the abandoned woman who has no heirs, a poem "Xinggong" by Yuan Zhen

The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting idle and talking about Xuanzong.

This poem is a portrayal of the life of an abandoned woman in the deep palace.

Concubine Xian's body was cold, and she felt cold from the inside out. She took off her pearl shirt, handed it to the palace maid, and returned to the palace in a soft sedan chair.

Concubine Xian realized that she was now in an embarrassing situation, and she once advocated for the establishment of King An as the emperor's younger brother, but without success.

Once Chengmei becomes a treasure, not to mention that there is still a mother alive, the queen mother has her own person. said that she was strong in advocating King An, which was enough for her to walk around without eating.

Now it seems that there is no need to wait until then, Wenzong's current attitude towards her has taken a 180-degree turn, and she has already foreseen the situation of her autumn fan.

Wenzong's change of attitude made Concubine Xian nervous, and she began to reflect on what she had done.

She has a privilege that other women crave - the honor of Wenzong. As long as she is in the harem with peace of mind and is a little woman who is favored by Wenzong, she will not be in the embarrassing situation she is in today.

Why does she have the favor of Wenzong, and she wants more, and she still has to leave and right the previous dynasty? Why?

From the day she intervened in the battle for the storage position, there was no turning back when she opened the bow, she was destined to only advance but not retreat, and let go to become the king and defeat the king.

A man wearing a cloak and a hood covering his head and face came to the residence of Prime Minister Yang Sifu.

Yang Si retreated left and right, and personally greeted the visitor at the door of the study. Wang Shaocheng brought the letter from Concubine Xian, and Yang Sifu opened the letter.

Concubine Xian talked about the future situation in the letter, will the prince's side take King An's side as a target for exclusion, or even a target? There is no reason why the sword is unsheathed, and there is no reason to take it back. Euphemistically test Prime Minister Yang's attitude.

Yang Wang and the two had a secret conversation in the study. There are always some taboos in the interaction between the harem and the court, and it is a matter in the eyes of those who have a heart. The harem interferes in politics and the dictatorship of relatives is taboo for the emperor.

Yang Sifu immediately wrote a reply letter, in which he expressed his willingness to follow the virtuous concubine, the good birds chose the trees to perch, and the virtuous ministers chose the lord to do things.

has been immersed in officialdom for many years, since he has chosen a side, he is like a gambler, whoever has the last laugh is the winner.

Under the cover of the night, a figure dressed in black galloped out of Yang's mansion and disappeared for a while.

Wang Shaocheng quietly lurked back to the palace, the virtuous concubine stroked the piano in the dormitory, the mountains and rivers, where is the bosom friend?

"Mother, the old slave is back." Wang Shaocheng replied to Concubine Xian.

"You all go down." The palace maids and attendants all withdrew.

Wang Shaocheng took out the letter from his arms and presented it to Concubine Xian. Concubine Xian couldn't wait to open the letterhead.

Yang Sifu was heartfelt in the letter. Concubine Xian took a reassuring pill, after all, there are ministers in the court and the central government standing in the same line as herself.

Li Yong died, if it weren't for the throne of King An, whom she had promoted, everything she had done before would have been making wedding clothes for others. How big her head is, to make such a loss-making deal.

Huang Ying's parents finally spat out and agreed that their daughter would choose her own way out. Huang Ying followed Jiang Yao to the Xing Curtain in Wangwang Restaurant, and Huang Ying was in a state of excitement along the way.

In the past, when she went to the city, she sold her own local products, or female red crafts, and exchanged some silver money to supplement her family, and came and went in a hurry.

She was a passer-by in this bustling capital, and there was no place for her. Now, she wants to work and live here, and she has a good monthly income.

Dongshi, she rarely comes here, this is a place where rich and powerful people consume. And the apricot curtain is in the east city center, and the willow leaves are mobilized to come over one day to take a look, and Huang Ying is calculating.

She followed Jiang Yao into the store, not afraid of being startled by Ashina. When Ashina saw Jiang Yao come in, she ran out of the front desk with a bronze wine spoon with a crank on her face with a smile.

Jiang Yao stepped aside without a trace and grabbed the handle of the spoon. Ashina let go of the spoon, and she noticed the yellow warbler who was following behind Jiang Yao with the burden on her back.

Huang Ying was looking around curiously, turning her head, a pair of blue eyes were close at hand, staring at her without blinking.

The Tang people, who are accustomed to black hair and black eyes, suddenly have a blonde and blue-eyed, high-nosed and deep-eyed face in front of them.

"Oops." Huang Ying took a step back.

"It's always hairy, knocking out the front teeth when I see something." Jiang Yao gestured with a spoon.

"Who is she?" Ashina still glared at Huang Ying, and Huang Ying did not show weakness to look at her.

"Yellow Warbler."

"Ashina." Jiang Yao introduced the two.