Cui Jiu was right, until April, Lu Yan was about to give birth, and there was not a single shadow of a female student.

He Zhichun didn't care about this matter for the time being, she had morning sickness for a whole month, she vomited whatever she ate, and she lost a lot of weight, so she was wearing orchid radish, and she could barely drink a few mouthfuls of gruel.

The officials who came to the East Palace to discuss matters were all related.

Especially the first man who met He Zhichun's morning sickness, the waiter of the Ministry of Works, was almost frightened at that time.

The water of the Yellow River has risen recently, and the ministers are worried that there will be floods in the spring and summer, and originally this matter was arranged by Li Daliang, the former secretary of the Ministry of Industry, Li Daliang is thrifty, and he can spend ten coppers, and the money asked for by the household department every year is very small.

That is, the legendary spending of small money and doing great things.

If you say who is the favorite person of Hubu Shangshu, it must be Li Daliang!

It's a pity that good people don't pay for their lives, Li Daliang died of illness!

At this moment, the new Ministry of Works, Shangshu, and the waiter of the Ministry of Works, were dumbfounded.

They went to the household department to ask for silver, and the group of guys who detained and searched the household department actually said that they would give as much as they used to give, and they would give as much as they wanted, and there was no more, after all, the Yellow River was still fine, and the water had not yet risen.

Li Daliang can do it, why can't you? This only shows that you are incompetent!

What is incompetent, Li Daliang can starve himself to death without eating, they can't, they don't fish for a day, and their hearts are uncomfortable!

"Your Highness!" The waiter of the Ministry of Works rubbed his hands and said with a sly smile: "It is said that His Royal Highness is a good money boy who goes down to earth and deceives people of money...... Phew, especially good at making money, now the Yellow River is flooding, the group of stingy ghosts in the household department don't give money to spend, ask His Highness for guidance! ”

"We are the lost boat, Your Highness, you are the shining light! We are the lost path, and you are the sun that leads the way, Your Highness...... Your Highness, ......"

Before he could speak, he saw He Zhichun covering his mouth and vomiting......

The waiter of the Ministry of Works was shocked, a certain drop of mother-in-law, the prince dislikes a certain sycophant who is too disgusting, and she is so disgusted that she is about to vomit?

The waiter of the Ministry of Works thought about it, and changed his way, he thought, pretending to touch his tears, "Your Highness is merciful, the people on both sides of the Yellow River are waiting to be fed, and the ministers are ...... in their hearts."

"Wow!" He Zhichun couldn't help it, trotted out of the study all the way, and found a place to vomit.

The waiter of the Ministry of Works really wants to cry now, what should I do, a certain prince said that he vomited?

Shouldn't you go home and pack up right now, ready to run away?

It seems that he has become a waiter in the Ministry of Industry in this life, and it has come to an end! It is clear that the prince doesn't like him!

He thought, first covered his mouth with his hand, sighed, and sniffed it himself, there was no smell! When I went out in the morning, I still had a piece of incense in my mouth!

If your mouth doesn't stink, isn't it too ugly?

The waiter of the Ministry of Works thought, took out a small bronze mirror from his arms, and secretly took a photo, it was very beautiful, he wiped his hair oil before dawn, and hesitated for a quarter of an hour whether to make hairpins......

Definitely not because of looks! Thinking about it like this, he wanted to cry even more, it must be because he couldn't speak too much!

Just when he was about to die, He Zhichun wiped his mouth, walked in with a pale face, and said with a smile: "You go on...... I was comfortable when I finished throwing up...... It's really ...... Wow...... Excuse me! ”

The squire of the Ministry of Works couldn't hold back any longer, hid his face and wept, and rushed out of the East Palace.

He Zhichun vomited and looked, what about people? It's gone.

There's something wrong with this person's brain, and he hasn't finished explaining everything, so why did he run away?

Besides, I vomited so much that I didn't cry, so you sat down and drank tea, what are you crying about?

Could it be because I was so diligent that I moved people to tears?

He Zhichun was confused, but the wind rose in Chang'an City the next day, hey, have you heard of it? The prince molested the waiter of the Ministry of Works in the East Palace, and the waiter of the Ministry of Works was ashamed and angry to death, and he would rather die to keep his innocence, and escaped in tears......

What the heck!

Later, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, the waiter of the Ministry of Industry was thin-skinned, and he didn't go out for half a month, but He Zhichun was very thick-skinned, and he continued to go to the court when he should go to court, and he would discuss the matter when he should go.

The time has just entered April, and He Zhichun suddenly discovered, hey, okay, don't throw up!

Cui Jiu was so happy that he almost had to name the child April! But without waiting for He Zhichun to object, Cui Jiu kept silent about it.

Because the saint suddenly fell ill, and this disease is menacing, who would dare to call April good?

The hall of manna was smoky and burning, and the sound of Taoist priests could be heard from a distance.

He Zhichun walked with King Wei, and the brother and sister were sad and helpless.

Speaking of which, on the day the saint fell ill, it was the time when Sun Fuyu and King Wu plotted against him, and rebellion was naturally a capital crime.

Sun Fu was able to sit firmly in the position of Dali Temple, naturally he understood the holy will, and the saint didn't want King Wu to die.

"King Wu conspired against him, and his crime should be punished." Sun Fu arched his hand, and roared ten thousand angrily in his heart, it is estimated that it will be written in this history book, Sun Fu has to kill King Wu, and Uncle Sun Guo should be killed and killed by helping on the side! It's time for a thousand cuts.

The history books are on the clouds, and Sun Fu, the Qing of Dali Temple, is a famous cool official in Daqing, who has killed countless people; Uncle Sun Guo's small-bellied chicken intestines can't accommodate King Wu, who is not his own nephew.

But......

The wise and martial saint valued his feelings, cried softly, and begged the ministers to raise their noble hands, but the cool officials and villains did not allow it.

Before Sun Fu could finish thinking about it, he listened to the sage's mouth.

"King Wu is my own son, although he is at fault, can he spare his life?"

You can pretend, who called you the emperor?

"The state has national laws, the family has family rules, and the prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people. How can a saint forgive him because he is your son? Sun Fu said with a straight face and without any waves, he has said this sentence countless times in his life.

The saint wailed and cried, and then fainted.

He Zhichun and King Wei hurriedly stepped forward and exclaimed, "Daddy, Daddy! ”

Sun Fu sighed, this family can simply set up a troupe, and they can play without a stage.

The saint did this every time, wailing, fainting, and then lazily for several days without going to court early, which was simply a smooth flow of water, all in one go.

However, if you eat the rice of the Li family, you will have to do your part.

Sun Fu thought about it and shouted loudly: "Pass on the imperial doctor." ”

Father-in-law Bao was stunned, Doctor Sun, this is a certain job......

But after waiting for a long time, the saint has not woken up by himself, and now the people in the room are dumbfounded, could it be that the saint is not pretending to be this time?

Fortunately, the imperial physician also knew that Sun Fu was going to talk about King Wu's case today, so he had already found a corner near the Ganlu Hall and squatted, waiting for the summons.

Do you think, as soon as the saint called, he immediately appeared, didn't it seem that he cared about the saint.

But as soon as he took the pulse, the imperial doctor was immediately frightened and the three souls and six spirits flew together, because this time the saint was not pretending, he was pretending, and he really pouted.

With this disease, I can really only stay in bed.