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The eldest princess of Ruyang didn't believe it either.

Although Fu Xihua refused to say who the new emperor was, if Emperor Yan Cheng didn't live for ten years, who the new emperor was, do you still need to guess?

From the second prince to the bottom, there are all a bunch of milk dolls.

Ten years later, he is also a hairy boy who has not dried up.

Whichever one is supported, it means that the family behind the mother concubine will control the government. This is the last thing most of the courtiers want to see.

Only the one who is in his prime has the greatest chance of winning.

But the clan and the eldest princess were the first to tacitly exclude him.

He is not as good as Emperor Yan Cheng, he is ignorant and was pushed to this position. Originally, Emperor Yan Zhao wanted to support an emperor who had no foundation, so that the daughters of the clan could handle it.

But after a few years of tempering, Emperor Yan Cheng is no longer easy to control.

And even more so his eldest son?

The deceased emperor once privately admonished his daughters.

In the future, no matter which child of Emperor Yan Cheng ascends to the throne, don't help this child.

Although he has been benevolent since he was a child, he will pour water when he hears Emperor Zhao coughing.

But benevolent children are often more affectionate.

Will he forget how they forced his own mother to change from a wife to a concubine? Will he forget how he went from being the eldest son to the eldest son?

If he ascends to the throne, he will be born with a thorn in his heart, and the royal family will not want to have a good life.

Combined with the Stone Buddha Temple, which almost no one knows, the eldest princess of Ruyang actually believed Fu Xihua's words five or six points.

"Whether that girl is true or not, she has given us a wake-up call. At this time, it is the best time to start! ”

Looking at her cold eyes, the eldest princess of Deyang instantly understood.

It just so happens that it is closed over there now, and it is still in trouble, and it is chaotic. Isn't it normal to be dead?

At the beginning of February, the people sent out by the princesses were still on the way, and an urgent report came from the border gate.

His Royal Highness the King of Han has contracted the plague!

Wucheng. Night.

The spring cold is steep, wet and cold.

So the small stove in the house was still red, Aunt Qiu and Aunt Ge sat on the warm smoked cage, discussing the family plan in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the little beauty who was reading and writing on the other side.

Shangguan ordered to leave, but the homework for the female disciple was left early.

The little girl is very conscious, even if she is busy during the day, she will complete the homework prescribed by her husband seriously.

There was no warning.

In mid-air, a thunderclap fell. Shocked, the brush in the beautiful girl's hand fell to the ground, and a large cloud of ink stains fell.

Aunt Ge was afraid that her little person would be frightened, so she hurriedly came down from the smoke cage, and ran to pat her on the back with her shoes on her back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Spring thunder sounds, and everything grows. Little beauty, grow up quickly. This is a sting, the sky thunders, reminding everyone not to be a lazy. We're not a little girl, aren't we? ”

Listening to the old man's loving thoughts, the beautiful lady suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart and replied according to the rules of the countryside.

"Yes, yes, I'm not a little lazy, Grandpa Lei doesn't split."

Seeing that she was fine, Aunt Qiu calmed down, and then disdainful, "Tsk, you have such a small guts!" ”

As he spoke, the dog in the yard barked.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu's face also changed.

It's so late, who's coming?

"Little Xuanzi and little gold, don't make trouble!" Zheng Feiyang's voice greeted him, and soon, he welcomed the Taoist chief.

This is the apprentice of the Yunhe Dao Chief, the young man may not have experienced anything, and he is also a little pale, trembling with a crying voice, "Auntie, Dao Chief, they have an accident at the border pass!" ”

What the?

Everyone was shocked.

Aunt Qiu straightened her back and looked cold, "It's good to speak." What happened? ”

The little Taoist priest raised his hand and wiped his face fiercely, "I don't know! I heard that His Royal Highness the King of Han was infected with the plague, and the ancestor asked the government to bring a prescription, saying that there was a serious shortage of medicinal materials there, and asked us to send more to the past. My master sent me to tell me that he had already gone out with a few uncles to buy medicine. The master also said that the frost here is a girl, and he has told the senior brothers to keep an eye on it, but he is afraid that it will be shipped slowly. ”

Mei Niang said, "Of course it's a big deal at this time!" Only His Highness contracted the plague? Is there anything wrong with Mr. and Daoist at such an age? What about the others, did anything happen? ”

These little Taoist priests don't know about it.

The specific situation should be reported to the capital, and it is already very face-saving to be able to come to Wucheng to report a letter.

Otherwise, this kind of thing should be regarded as a military matter, and it will not be easy for the common people to know.

It is still Aunt Qiu who is the most stable, "As soon as this news is sent to the capital, the palace must have sent a doctor to bring the best medicinal materials." What the Changchun Taoist wants to treat is afraid that it is ordinary people. We don't understand the medicinal materials, so it's better to buy some food and send it. They are at the border, and I am afraid that they will not be able to come back for a while. ”

The little Taoist priest hurriedly said, "Uncle Fang Cai said the same thing. The prescriptions prescribed by the ancestor are also mostly cheap medicinal materials. ”

Let the little Taoist go back first, and the beautiful lady here will start counting the silver.

Leave the necessary silver, and she plans to use the rest to buy food!

Everyone has no opinion on this.

Even if he can't help His Royal Highness, if he helps more people and accumulates more benefits for him, will his illness be cured sooner?

Such a good-looking and sensible little highness, who is willing to let him die?

Zheng Feiyang hesitated, but had different opinions.

"Sister Beauty, I know you are kind. But I read the military book before, and I also consulted Mr. Shangguan, the three armies have not moved, and the grain and grass go first. But in the past of Wucheng, thousands of miles away, it would be good to have one or two bags of grain left out of ten bags, and you have to take care of the flowers that people come back to. Therefore, even if the army is marching and fighting, except for preparing some food and grass when you set out, you will collect food nearby. ”

The beautiful girl slapped her head, wasn't she in a hurry?

Even if she buys food, who will send it?

What a man!

Nowadays, the most convenient thing is to find someone to go out with a silver ticket, find some grain merchants nearby on the road, and buy grain to settle in the past, but it is the safest.

Meiniang settled down, "Now that the affairs of Yuanlin are on track, you can entrust it to Sister Tan to take care of, why don't I go to the border for a trip." ”

If you want to say that she is clever enough, but she can't ride a horse, and the little girl is weak, what if something happens along the way?

Even if His Royal Highness left, Jiao Guard, who still left behind to protect him, said, "The palace will definitely send people over, if you want to do anything, just entrust them." ”

Yang Gonggong also said, "The food outside the Sai is different from ours, and there are some people who are not used to eating, so it is best to send a few more young cooks." Let's make some good food and bring it to them. I'm afraid that His Royal Highness can get better faster. ”

The rules of the beauty girl here are not only to protect the shortcomings, but also to allow everyone to speak freely in the face of major events.

Even Jiang Wanwan Hazel made a suggestion, "No matter how good the tonic is, it is not as good as grains, let's pick some good rice for porridge, I'm afraid we can use it." ”

So everyone discussed what to do one by one, and gradually counted.

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