When Jiang Muyuan received the letter from Cheng Guogong, he was on his way to Shudi.

Previously, the war in Gyeonggi was hot, and Shu was far away in the southwest, so it was not implicated, but after all, it was not long after the Qiao Jing rebellion was quelled, and Shu had its own problems.

In terms of official scheduling, the officials have racked their brains.

When the new officials took office, all the prefectures and counties reluctantly straightened out their government affairs.

But the imperial court wants to settle accounts after the autumn and uproot those families and clans that support Qiao Jing, in addition to being suppressed by officialdom, it also needs military support.

At that time, the Marquis of Suning transferred Wang Lang to co-ordinate, and allocated troops to him, and liquidated it step by step.

How much was actually collected, how much was reported, and how carefully the concealment was made, it was all Wang Lang's work.

The matter itself was done very well, but it is a pity that Pang Deng entered the customs, and although Shu was not involved in the war, it also disrupted the pace of handling government affairs from top to bottom.

Worried that Pang Deng would enter Beijing as the emperor, the people of Shudi, who had already suffered from the scourge of war, would be uneasy.

At present, Pang Deng has been exterminated, but the instability within Shu has not been completely eliminated.

Especially this place is complicated, there are Miao Zhai ethnic groups in the south, Qiang people in the west, and Wang Lang's liquidation work is nearing the end, Jiang Muyuan simply took a trip.

Shocking rain handed the letter to Jiang Muyuan.

After reading the earnest content, Jiang Muyuan thought of Cheng Guogong's state of mind when he put pen to paper, and couldn't help but laugh and sigh.

He already knew the situation in Beijing.

The only one who will roast Sun Ke on the fire is Sun Rui.

Does Sun Rui really want to put Sun Ke on the dragon chair?

Naturally not.

Sun Rui's purpose is to intensify the contradictions between the saint and the eternal prince, the queen mother and the princes, to make the people more and more dissatisfied with the saint who has not returned, and to break the taut string between the government and the opposition.

Sun Ke's return to Beijing was his sudden move, and it was not in Sun Rui's plan, but it was just a matter of taking advantage of the situation.

What Sun Rui wants to do must be in Jiangnan Palace.

Cheng Guogong wanted to leave the palace, but Jiang Muyuan still pointed at him and stared at the palace.

From the saint to the princes, each has its own calculations, Sun Rui doesn't care about the three seven twenty-one killing moves, the situation in the government and the opposition will inevitably get out of control.

And at this moment, in the palace, the saint was lying on the dragon bed, pressing his swollen chest with his palm, and coughing heavily.

Han Gonggong stepped forward with a spittoon and waited for the saint to spit and rinse his mouth.

The saint's voice was hoarse from coughing, and he said, "Why do I feel that I have been so bored these days? ”

Han Gonggong said with relief: "Jiangnan coincides with the change of seasons, and it is the first time you spend the winter in Jiangnan, and the slave guesses that the saint may have some unsuitability.

I won't tell you the truth, the servants heard that among the officials who went south with the holy car, there were also a few who contracted the cold, so it can be seen that they are not suitable for it.

The imperial doctor will come to check the pulse in a while and ask him to adjust a prescription for you. ”

"The imperial doctor is not missing," the saint said dissatisfied, "the discomfort is temporary, and over time, the water and soil will be served." Besides, in the past, it was in the north, and in winter, it was rare to get sick several times. ”

Han Gong said fairly: "What you said is true. ”

It is already the north, and in the mouth of the saint, it is no longer the "capital".

The imperial doctor came over and said that the evil wind has entered the body, and it is good to recuperate.

But the saint couldn't recuperate, he coughed constantly, coughed in the middle of the night, and couldn't sleep at all.

The sleep that had been improved with great difficulty had become a big problem again, which made the whole person of the saint angry.

Han Gonggong held the bronze mirror to let the saint look at his complexion, and said: "It's just a temporary wind chill, and after this while, you won't be bothered by coughing." ”

Thinking about it, it is better to wake up with a cough than to wake up from a nightmare, and besides, the wind and cold will be better, and you can sleep when you are well.

Thinking like this, the gray face of the person in the mirror made the saint feel much more pleasing to the eye.

"Don't they all say that I am pretending to be sick, and they don't believe me," the saint leaned on the pillow, "just right, let them all come and see, I am really sick!" ”

The first to enter the dormitory was Sun Qi.

Although the saint didn't see them day after day, Sun Qi still insisted on fixing the province in the morning and dusk, and came to walk around the outside of the palace.

Even if he really can't persuade him, His Royal Highness's image of being positive, sincere and thinking about the people of Beijing can be regarded as standing.

Sun Qi came over in the evening, did not call the Imperial Forest Army to stop him, and was happy in his heart, and soon, Han Gonggong came out to greet him, and he quickly followed up the dormitory.

The curtain is hanging layer by layer, Sun Qi goes around to the innermost, the bed curtain is half hung on the golden hook, and the figure of Emperor Shunde can be seen sitting in it.

"Father." Sun Qi stepped forward and knelt down to greet him, but there was a coughing sound.

Sun Qi thought that the saint was pretending, and knelt down for a while, and waited until the saint finished coughing and screamed, and then got up respectfully.

As he looked up, his gaze shifted to the saint's face.

Chapped lips, sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and a complexion that couldn't be worse......

Sun Qi's knees weakened, and he almost knelt down again, but he was helped by Han Gonggong so that he would not lose his temper in front of the emperor.

He looked at the saint in disbelief, and the words in his throat that persuaded the saint to return to Beijing quickly couldn't come out, so he was stunned.

Father-in-law Han took advantage of the shield and patted Sun Qi on the back: "Your Highness......"

Only then did Sun Qi come back to his senses and said in a trembling voice: "What about the imperial doctor? How did the Imperial Physician treat his father? Father, you, you ......"

Gonggong Han helped explain the "unaccustomed to the water and soil" and "infected with the cold": "At first, it was really sick, and the Holy Lord didn't want His Highness to see his sick face, so he didn't let His Highness and the ministers come in. That is, today is better, let His Highness come down to visit. ”

These words were said with emotion, and Sun Qi was brought in in a daze, and even for a moment, he believed Han's father-in-law's words.

The saint had fallen ill before, not to pretend to be sick not to return to Beijing.

It's them, the hearts of villains.

Sun Qi said: "Father's dragon body is important, it is the time of winter, the winter in Jiangnan is different from the capital, but it is also extremely cold, you must take care of your body."

In the affairs of the court, the sons and younger brothers will take it seriously, ask a few adults for advice, and ask the father to rest assured.

When the sons came to visit their fathers every day, they also asked their fathers not to turn them away.

If you can't see your father, your son's heart will not be steady......"

The saint interrupted Sun Qi's words with a cough, and bowed his head slightly, indicating that he knew.

Sun Qi withdrew from the palace with Gonggong Han, and then immediately went to Liu Jieyu's palace.

After walking for half an hour, the cold wind blew in his face, Sun Qi shivered, and the whole person suddenly came to light.

Nine times out of ten, Gonggong Han coaxed him!

The Holy One should be pretending to be sick and pretending to be really sick.

But is a real illness better than a fake disease?

For the saint, for Sun Qi, who is eager to return to Beijing, it is simply bad news!

Waiting for today and tomorrow, the princes, courtiers and concubines will go around the palace like this twice, who will dare to persuade the saint to set off?

I'm afraid that if it's one or two, I have to write an excerpt to enter Beijing and report to the Queen Mother and others that the saint is really sick.