The night is shrouded, and anything is possible.

The two days in Kyoto City are also restless, the court is looking for the Song banquet all over the world, the Yanwang Mansion that used to be infinitely beautiful, has now been sealed, and it will no longer be glorious in the past, the common people passed by the door before, and almost did not dare to look up to take a look, for fear of causing disaster, and now they are gathered in front of the door to see the excitement.

It's really feng shui in turns, this time and that time.

Song Yan has no news, although Jin Yue is comfortable living in the palace, she is always worried about Fu Jiuqing's injury, and she doesn't know how he is now? Is the injury getting better? Do you take medicine obediently?

After thinking about it, it is impossible to be well-behaved with the temper of my father-in-law......

Indeed, Fu Jiuqing's hand holding the medicine bowl leaned, and the black decoction was directly overturned in the flower pot, which made Jun Shan on the side hurriedly step forward, but he didn't dare to stop it, so he could only watch the decoction being poured away.

"Childe, you ......" Jun Shan's brows furrowed.

If I don't take medicine, how can I get better?

Since the young lady entered the palace, the son has become more and more willful, and he simply doesn't even take medicine.

"I've eaten a lot of decoctions over the years, and if it's useful, it won't be like this!" Fu Jiuqing put the empty bowl on the table, and walked to the door.

The literati and writers love to write about the spring rain, and the text inevitably reveals the joy of the rain, but when it really rains, the cold and humid weather, who can really like it?

The drizzle continued, and the thick rice could not stop the oncoming cold.

"Childe!" The housekeeper hurriedly came, "The people in the palace are here!" ”

Jun Shan suddenly raised his eyelids, and immediately understood what this meant.

"What should come is what will come after all." Fu Jiuqing coughed lightly in a low voice, and had already walked forward as he spoke.

Outside the gate of the Fu family, the carriage in the palace was waiting outside, and under the eaves of the main gate stood Hai Sheng, who was holding a whisk, and when he saw Fu Jiuqing coming out, he stepped forward with a smile and respected, "Master Fu, the emperor has a decree to pass you into the palace!" ”

"Grandpa Hai, please!" Fu Jiuqing is not a person who does not understand the rules, in the whole world, the only one who cannot be offended is the emperor.

Who is the Emperor?

Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will see blood.

The dripping rain fell on the carport, making a rustling sound, probably because of the wind, Fu Jiuqing coughed from time to time along the way, and Hai Sheng couldn't help but worry about it, such a weak body made people feel very worried.

Fu Jiuqing was born well, with a very handsome face, a sickly pale, such a color, even a person like Haisheng who came out of the palace couldn't help but praise in his heart, fortunately Fu Jiuqing is a man, otherwise this skin will fall on the woman, and if you don't keep it, it will bring disaster to the country and the people.

After getting out of the carriage, Fu Jiuqing gathered the big on his body, and Junshan carefully held an umbrella for him.

"Childe, watch your step!" Junshan was full of worries.

Hai Sheng settled on the side, and couldn't help frowning as he watched Fu Jiuqing walk forward in vain.

The little eunuch below asked in a low voice, "Father-in-law, do you want to ask for a doctor?" ”

"For the time being...... Isn't it? Hai Sheng's eyebrows condensed slightly, this kind of appearance is really embarrassing, if something happens in the palace, it is really difficult to explain to the princess and the queen mother.

Hopefully, it will be fine.

Inside the Imperial Study.

Song Xuanqing's face was slightly gloomy, and there was an open picture scroll on the table, the portrait on it, he had seen it many times in the past few days, and he was already familiar with it, and he felt more and more ......

There was a shout outside the door, it was Hai Sheng's voice, "Your Majesty, Fu Jiuqing has been summoned to come to meet you!" ”

"Come in!" Song Xuanqing was a god.

The door opens, and the man enters.

It was raining outside, the sky was gray, and the inside of the study was brightly lit and warm.

Fu Jiuqing took off his thick coat and wore a moon-white robe, lining his sickly face, which became more and more gorgeous, less delicate with red lips and white teeth, and more sick and weak, bewitching like a flower on the other side of the Nine Shades.

"The grass people knock to see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live!" Fu Jiuqing saluted.

Song Xuanqing was stunned, "Get up, you are Yuanhe's husband, and you can be regarded as your own family." ”

"Emperor Xie!" Fu Jiuqing got up.

This time he raised his head, Song Xuanqing froze in place suddenly, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Resemble!

It's really too much of a look!

...... with the woman in the painting Especially between the eyebrows and eyes, it is too similar!

Fu Jiuqing covered his lips and coughed lightly, his thin lips were strangely pale, "The emperor summoned the grass people, I don't know what to order?" ”

"Fu Jiuqing, you are Fu Zhengbai's old man, but as far as I know, the Fu family has always been secretive about your mother, what is the reason for this?" Song Xuanqing asked this, in fact, it was the same reason as asking Fu Jiuqing bluntly, "Are you Fu Zhengbai's son?"

Fu Jiuqing pretended to be confused, "The grass people are stupid, I don't know what the emperor means, please make it clear?" ”

"I don't want to embarrass you, after all, you are Yuanhe's husband, even if I don't look at Yuanhe's face, the queen mother's weight is not light!" Song Xuanqing handed him the scroll, "Take a look at it yourself, do you recognize it?" ”

How could he not recognize his biological mother? It's just that...... The question of whether you want to admit it or not.

"Your Majesty, this is ......" Fu Jiuqing frowned.

Song Xuanqing pulled the corners of his lips, but his eyes stayed on Fu Jiuqing, trying to find a trace on him, and in the end, he was disappointed.

Fu Jiuqing's skin is good, and his temperament is also very cold, as soon as he stood in front of Song Xuanqing, Song Xuanqing felt that the temperature around him had plummeted, and he was a little chilly all around, not to mention what emotional fluctuations he saw in Fu Jiuqing.

This man's coldness is cold to the bones.

But didn't the people below say that Fu Jiuqing was like a jewel to Jin Yue, and he couldn't hold it in the palm of his hand? What did Jin Yue do with such a man? How did it warm his heart?

This life is cold and thin, but only one person is warm.

"Beilan Prime Minister Wu Cen, before leaving, give this thing to me, saying that this is the favorite concubine of Emperor Beilan, Imperial Concubine Yushu!" Song Xuanqing opened his mouth unhurriedly, after all, he was the one who became the emperor, and he looked like an understatement.

Fu Jiuqing coughed lowly, his voice was weak, "The emperor got the picture scroll of Princess Yushu, and specially summoned the grass people into the palace, such twists and turns, it is nothing more than because the people in this painting are somewhat similar to the grass people!" ”

"Don't you think so?" Song Xuanqing asked, "I look at you, and then look at the portrait, the eyebrows and eyes are similar, at least eight-point likeness." ”

Fu Jiuqing raised his head and looked at the current saint with a gentle face, "The emperor said that this is the Yushu Imperial Concubine of Beilan, and he still thinks that the grass people are similar to him, does he think that the grass people are the prince of Beilan?" ”

Song Xuanqing smiled, it was true, tacitly.

"The grass people look at it, it seems that there is really something similar." Fu Jiuqing opened his mouth meaningfully.

Song Xuanqing thought that he was going to argue two sentences, but who knew that he would admit it so easily, and he was immediately stunned for a moment, his expression flickered slightly, "Fu Jiuqing, do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"Whatever the emperor wants to hear, the grass people will say!" Fu Jiuqing was calm as usual, his expression was bleak, "Like this, is the emperor still happy?" ”

Song Xuanqing was instantly blocked and speechless, and looked at Fu Jiuqing for a long time without saying a word.

"Your Majesty!" Fu Jiuqing coughed lowly, "The grass people have a saying, I don't know if I should ask it?" ”

Song Xuanqing's face was slightly gloomy, "But it doesn't matter, no matter what you say today, I will forgive you for your innocence!" ”

"Do you want the prince of Beilan, or your people?" Fu Jiuqing asked.

No one dares to ask this, it's a big rebellion, and the crime deserves death, but Song Xuanqing himself opened his mouth to forgive him for his innocence, so what if Fu Jiuqing said it? The emperor is the Son of Heaven, and he should have no jokes.

Song Xuanqing took a deep breath and stared at the sick seedling in front of him with a deep expression, "I am the emperor of the Great Zhou, so I naturally want my own people. ”

"That's it!" Fu Jiuqing nodded.

……

The door of the imperial study was closed, Hai Sheng stood outside the door, and he didn't know what to say inside, but he was still a little worried in his heart, although their emperor was not a murderous lord, but the emperor was the emperor, and sometimes he ...... Very means, indispensable!

"Father-in-law?" The henchman asked in a low voice, "Will the emperor ......?"

Seeing that the little minion made a clicking motion, Hai Sheng's heart was slightly nervous, and he was really not sure what the emperor would do for a while?

The rain was pouring down, Jin Yue held an umbrella, carried the skirt and rushed to the imperial study, and the embroidered shoes stepped on the bluestone slab, and the splashes of "da-da-da" were numerous......