The sky in the capital was dreary, and the dark clouds were pressing overhead, as if they were about to fall at any time, and a heavy rain was coming.

At this time, the shops on both sides of the pipe had been closed, and scattered women with needles and threads gathered at the door, talking to each other with great interest.

To say that the biggest talking point in the capital is now.

It must be the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the four alleys of South Street, Qi Yitong, who was only 16 years old, and died suddenly of illness when she was in the prime of her life.

In the second prince's mansion, in the small pavilion by the pool, the woman was wearing a moon-white tooth white phoenix tail skirt, a jet-black hair draped around her waist, and a jasper hairpin pulled her sideburns at will.

A little green on her head made her skin even paler.

Holding his chin with both hands, he stared at a pool of lotus flowers in a daze, not caring at all that the sleeves of his shirt slipped between his elbows, revealing a white slender arm.

In the distance, a maid in a turquoise dress walked briskly towards this side with a plate of food.

Putting down the food, he said with some embarrassment: "Mrs. Jing, the prince has just passed the word, no matter what, the lady will eat some, and the prince will come to check later." ”

The woman glanced at the food on the table, frowned slightly, and her stomach was tumbling again, and waved her hand to let her withdraw, saying, "No appetite, let's withdraw, I always want to vomit when I look at it." ”

The maid was about to say something more, but was interrupted by the woman's wave of her hand.

The woman asked again, "How is the Prime Minister's Mansion outside?" ”

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, facing the pond, and the smell of this meal was really unpleasant.

It was like this before, and his appetite was getting worse and worse day by day, until he starved to death the night before yesterday and inexplicably entered this body.

Qi Yitong, the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, has become the only concubine Jingwen in the Second Prince's Mansion.

In fact, she was not as depressed as rumored outside, but it was true that she admired the five princes, and she was coaxed by her aunts and sisters in the house when she asked to marry such a scene.

After being rejected, I was just a little disappointed in my heart, but then I didn't have that mind, and I wanted to wait for the good sons of other families to come and propose.

But after the five princes refused, her appetite became worse and worse, and at the beginning, her father persuaded her not to be too infatuated, Qi Yitong was really dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, and there were words of suffering.

She explained to her father that she was not on a hunger strike because the fifth prince refused to marry, but she really couldn't eat.

But her father didn't know what she was talking about, and he never visited her in the courtyard since.

Now that they have changed their bodies, why do they still want to vomit when they smell this food?

Just thinking about it, the maid Qingzhu next to her took back the meal that had just been placed on the table, and said: "Mrs. Huijing, someone went to the palace this morning, saying that it was the Holy Lord's edict, and rewarded the jade Ruyi and the ice jade bead and buried together with the third lady in the future." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qi Yitong frowned and rewarded her with something?

For so many years, she had never heard of a young lady who had died a saint.

Now that she's broken the case, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

Jing Wen was staring at a lotus leaf somewhere when she heard a low voice behind her: "Why don't you have an appetite?" ”

Hearing the sound, Jing Wen turned around and saw the man who had entered the pavilion, smiled, got up and saluted him, and said in a glutinous voice: "The concubine has seen the prince." ”

The other party hummed, which was considered a salute, took two steps, and sat down opposite her.

Dressed in green clothes, his long hair was pulled up, his face was pale, his lips were blue, his steps were vague, and he covered his lips and coughed lightly from time to time.

This is the famous sick prince of the capital - Yin Mingchen.

When she was the third lady of Prime Minister Zuo's mansion before, she heard that the second prince was frail and sickly, and he was rarely seen attending banquets in the palace.

I haven't seen him a few times, but I heard that he is silent and doesn't like to get along with people, but I didn't expect her to wake up again and become one of his concubines.

After getting along for the past two days, I didn't think he was too difficult to serve, but he didn't like to talk, which was true.

Yin Mingchen gestured to stop the maid from continuing to collect vegetables, and said, "You have recovered from a serious illness and have been stuffy in the yard, not eating or drinking, but your body is uncomfortable?" ”

Qi Yitong shook his head: "Maybe the weather is too hot and I don't have much appetite." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man opposite clenched his fists and coughed lightly, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "Anyway, eat as much as you want, I heard the maid in your room say in the past two days that you haven't eaten a mouthful of food, and if you go on like this, your body will always be wasted,"

Jing Wen pursed her lips and nodded.

It really can't go on like this, otherwise what's the difference from the previous life.

I listened to Yin Mingchen on the other side and continued: "In the past two days, you have always asked someone to inquire about the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I wanted to take you all the way through today's condolences, but now seeing that you can't swallow your food, it's better to rest in the courtyard." ”

As soon as Yin Mingchen said this, Qi Yitong was so shocked that he got up, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his tone trembled a little: "What the prince said is true?" ”

I was afraid that Yin Yichen didn't understand, so I asked, "I really want to take the concubine to the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

The man didn't speak, but looked up at her.

Only then did Qi Yitong realize that he had lost his manners.

hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "The prince forgives the sin, the concubine is rude." ”

Then he added: "The concubine eats, the prince takes the concubine." ”

Listening to the pleading in her tone, Yin Yichen waved his hand and did not reply.

I saw that the woman who was still covering her mouth and nose and looking at the food on the table with disgust just now really sat down and asked him for instructions to eat.

But seeing her frowning and having difficulty swallowing, Yin Mingchen lost the interest in continuing to sit here.

Holding on to the table, he got up and said, "After eating, go and change your clothes, and don't show up in the yard in the future." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

brushed her jade arm just now, and Chu Chu's face that was not powdered, and said in her heart: The person who the ninth brother stuffed in is really not simple, and his ability to provoke people is not small.

Until the sick prince came out of the hospital, Jingwen endured the churning in her stomach and ate a few bites of food.

was anxious to let Qingzhu help her to clean and dress up.

Half an hour later, they got into the carriage.

In less than a stick of incense, a luxurious and graceful carriage stopped at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

One was wearing a snow-white straight-placked robe, with a wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns around his waist, and only a piece of excellent jade jade hung on it, and his long hair was tied with a crown.

was helped out of the carriage by the little guy next to him.

Immediately after, the curtain of the carriage was lifted again, and out of it came a young woman, who was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but combed the temples of a woman, and was dressed in an emerald green and white dress, with a dark blue belt tied around her waist, which seemed to be more slender and slightly bulging on her chest.

Sweeping the eyebrows, the eyebrows and eyes are smiling, the skin is as fine as warm jade, pink cherry lips, and a peerless beauty.

The two of them were supported by their subordinates and just stood still, and the people inside ran out to greet them.

The person who came carried the hem of his clothes and walked down the stairs quickly, just bowed: "Weichen see Lord Chen." ”

Yin Mingchen waved his hand and said: "Lord Qi, there is no need to be polite, today this king came to mourn, hoping that Lord Qi will mourn." ”

After speaking, he was helped up the stairs and entered the gate.

At this time, Qi Yitong, who had just gotten out of the car, didn't know if he hadn't eaten for two days or other reasons, but when he opened the curtain and saw the gate of Qi's mansion, his legs began to weaken.

When he heard his father's familiar voice, he trembled even more, bit his red lips, and held back his eyes.

She is no longer the third lady before, let alone his daughter, at this time her identity is the second prince's concubine Jingwen, Mrs. Jing.

With such a humble identity, my father would not even look at him.

After adjusting her thoughts, Jing Wen walked forward quickly, took over the position of the little girl Qianran beside him, and supported him with both hands.

Today's duty is to serve with her, so naturally she can't forget her duty.

When those cold and slender little hands held his arms, Yin Mingchen's body shook slightly.

glanced sideways, and saw the woman who was seriously supporting him to look down at the road, pursed her lips, and did not speak.

Entering the ancestral hall, there were maids dressed in white on both sides, kneeling on both sides, as soon as he entered the door, he saw several people kneeling in front of him hurriedly let go.

stepped forward to kneel down and salute him, Yin Mingchen didn't speak, waved his hand in response, stepped forward to take the incense handed over by the slave, bowed, and inserted the incense.

He is a prince and should not kneel, but Jingwen is going to kneel, take the incense handed by the slave, and kneel on the mat.

I bowed to my tablet three times, my heart was full of mixed feelings, thinking of the torture of the first half month of my life, I couldn't help crying, and whispered to the corpse in the coffin: Good to go.