When she woke up again, Chayan was crying by the bedside.

Buxian sat up: "What are you crying about, I'm not dead yet?" ”

Chayan wiped the tears on her face, and said with a smile: "The princess is awake," and turned his face to the palace maid by the door and said, "Zelan, go and tell the concubine, the princess is awake." ”

Buxian stopped the palace maid: "Don't go, let me be quiet for a while." Go and wait outside the house, go out and close the door,"

The palace maid did so.

Buxian asked Cha Yan: "What's the situation over there in Fengluan Palace?" ”

"The princess fainted, and the emperor had a headache, so it was the queen mother who presided over the overall situation, and the queen mother punished the queen for March, appeased Xiao Meiren, and went back to the palace separately."

"What about the bodies of Cong Yu and Wang Ji?"

Cha Yan choked, and said with a crying voice: "The princess doesn't have to worry, these have their own attendants." The emperor said that Cong Yu and Wang Ji had meritorious service to protect the lord, and each rewarded five hundred taels of silver. ”

Bu Xian's expression was blank, and he muttered: "They are all dead, what's the use of rewarding silver?" ”

Cha Yan tucked the unenviable quilt: "Princess, they are dead, but they still have families." These bounties can give their families a rich life, and they can also bury their bodies. ”

I don't look out the window, the dark night is like ink, and the wind is blowing outside. The wind was strong and whining, as if someone was crying.

Buxian said: "Cha Yan, listen, does it look like someone is crying outside?" ”

Cha Yan stretched out his hand and probed his envious forehead: "Princess, don't scare me." ”

Buxian opened the hand of the tea cigarette: "I don't have a fever, I really heard someone crying." ”

Chayan listened carefully: "Princess, don't be afraid, it's the wind, it's not someone crying." ”

Don't think about it: "Really? Then you let Yang Liu'er go back to sleep, you don't have to guard it, you went back to Rong Guifei together, saying that I woke up, drank two sips of soup and fell asleep again, and let her feel at ease. ”

Waiting for the tea smoke to leave, Buxian climbed out of bed on his own and walked to the table again. There is a turquoise green tea bowl on the table, and when I look at it, it is a bowl of soup medicine. This body is weak, and it hasn't stopped since it came to the soup, but it was very resistant to drinking it before, and it was always poured out in various ways. But today, she looks at these decoctions like pearl milk tea. So she picked it up and gulped it down. When she put down the bowl, she saw that the tea smoke had already entered the house, and was standing by the door and staring at her blankly.

Buxian wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Why are you standing there, just close the door and come here, it's windy at the door." ”

Cha Yan came over and poured a glass of water for Buxian, who took it and drank it again.

"Why did the princess drink the medicine by herself, isn't she afraid of bitterness?" Cha Yan asked.

Buxian shook his head: "This is okay, bitter and sweet, what is this?" ”

"This is Bazhen soup, which contains ginseng, atractylodes, white poria, angelica, Chuanxiong, white peony, rehmannia and licorice, which is beneficial to qi and blood. The doctor said that the main body of the public is weak, and there is more tonic. ”

Bu Envy's eyes fluttered, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, I have to make up for it, this body is too useless, and I will faint at every turn." ”

Cha Yan was a little in a trance, and asked with concern: "Is the princess unwell, or sad?" If the princess is sad, she will cry, and the slave knows that you have suffered today. ”

Buxian shook his head: "Chayan, what time is it now?" ”

Cha Yan replied: "It's already three shifts." ”

Buxian put down the teacup: "It's the third watch, then I have to sleep, and I have to go to Taixue tomorrow." ”

Chayan followed: "Princess, don't panic, the Queen Mother said, I'll go two days too late." ”

Bu Wu climbed into bed and got into the quilt: "I'm going, I can't let those people see jokes." ”

The tea smoke was helpless, so he had to fold the quilt and blow out the light again.

The next day, when Buxian and Chayan arrived at Taixue, the prince and Taifu had already arrived first.

I didn't envy and looked around, but I didn't see Fan Qi. So he stepped forward and asked the prince, "Where is Fan Qi?" ”

Although the prince was sitting, he still looked at people with his fat big nose, and tilted his head and squinted: "Dead." ”

"Dead?!" Buxian said in surprise.

The prince said disdainfully: "Yes, he is sneaking around in my mother's harem, and he is secretly passing on news to you, what is the use of keeping him." Since it's useless, kill him. ”

"Wan Qi Youshi, do you still have a royal law in your eyes?"

The prince stood up, glared at him viciously, and said, "This prince is the king's law, and my mother is the king's law." We promoted his father Fan Shitong as the Zhongcheng of the Five Grades of Imperial History, and his father has to be grateful to us. ”

"You are a murderer, and your mother is also a murderer." I trembled without envy.

The prince shook his head and sneered: "What are you, Fan Qi was killed by you, it was he who mistakenly believed you, and if you are loyal to a useless princess, there is only one way to die." After speaking, he glanced at the tea smoke.

Seeing that the smoke of gunpowder was filling, Taifu was busy playing a round and asked the two of them to sit down and start lecturing.

Don't envy suppress your anger and return to your seat.

The more he thought about it for a while, the more angry he became, and he took a step back and died on the spot.

looked at the prince who was following the prince in front of him shaking his head and shaking his head to study, and thought of Cong Yu and Wang Ji lying outside the main hall of Fengluan Palace.

The blood of the envy surged, and the anger rushed to the top of the skull. Picked up the inkstone and quietly walked behind the prince. Holding the inkstone high with both hands, he slammed it down on the prince's head—