In the Taiji Palace, Emperor Jian'an had woken up.

Concubine Lai sat on the edge of the dragon couch with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Emperor Jian'an's face was flushed with cough.

"Doctor, doctor..."

Emperor Jian'an grabbed Concubine Lai's hand, "I'm fine, Concubine Ai will go back to the palace first." ”

Concubine Lai has been submissive all her life, and she listened to Emperor Jian'an's words and left the Taiji Palace.

After King Rui left, her heart was like ashes, even if there was still the eighth princess, she couldn't wait to go with King Rui, and now the blood left by King Rui is the hope for the future.

"How's my body?" After Emperor Jian'an asked, he didn't wait for the imperial doctor to answer, and ordered strongly: "Within three years, I will be guaranteed to be safe." ”

Emperor Jian'an in this life, when he was young, he worked hard to win the love of the first emperor but never got his wish, and later he was displaced from the queen mother, and entered Kyoto to sit on the authority of the Great Wei Dynasty to consolidate the imperial power, in order to prevent the beloved woman from being persecuted in the harem, he restrained himself for many years, he wanted to leave the Great Wei to the son born with his beloved daughter, but there was an accident, even though he knew that it was extremely inappropriate for the country to be left to the young master, but he made up his mind.

He has been involuntary all his life, and he has to do one thing to accomplish.

The imperial physician has concluded that the concubine's womb is a male fetus, and in the past three years, he must deal with everything that should be dealt with cleanly, leaving no hidden dangers.

The palace of King Qi was empty, and overnight, it suddenly lost its human taste.

Except for Chun Tao, who had to follow Wan Jinlan back, as well as Steward Wang, as well as a cook and a servant left by Steward Wang yesterday, there were no more people.

Things are already like this, Wan Jinlan can only eat and drink calmly, and wait for the results.

"Master, the silver silk carbon in the house is only enough for two days." Chun Tao fiddled with the charcoal pot and said worriedly.

Fortunately, there was enough food in the kitchen for several days, and there were only a few servants left, and it was cold in winter, so they could eat for a few more days.

Wan Jinlan was packing up her jewelry box and found a lot of light things sewn on her underwear.

She didn't know if Xiao Feng's plan could be successful, anyway, it was always right to hide some money.

"Wear more, you can always survive for a few more days if you save a little charcoal, it's not enough to say it's time to boil medicine, you can go."

Chun Tao answered, patted the dust on his hands and went to the kitchen.

Sitting dazzled, Wan Jinlan simply got up and went to find Xiao Feng.

She walked very lightly, and when she heard the voice from the inner room, she snorted in her heart, and quickly walked in and snatched the "Wife Release Book" from the hand of the steward Wang. ”

"May the lady be separated from each other, recomb the cicada sideburns, sweep the eyebrows beautifully, skillfully and slenderly, select the lord of high-ranking officials, and make the shadow in front of the court, and beautify the piano and rhyme."

Wan Jinlan finished reading it slowly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Feng, "Although there is no official seal yet, I accepted the wife release letter, and it took effect with me." ”

She folded it up and put it in her purse.

Steward Wang couldn't help but explain: "Princess, the prince is also good for you." ”

Wan Jinlan nodded, "I know, and I accept it, even if your prince has a conscience, when the situation is clear in the future, I will find a wishful husband to marry." ”

Steward Wang glanced at Xiao Feng very cautiously, saw his eyebrows jumping, and shook his head and walked out of the inner room.

Wan Jinlan snorted coldly and walked out.

Since yesterday, the atmosphere between the two has been a little weird, sometimes harmonious, they can sit at the same table and eat, sometimes she is inexplicably uncomfortable, and she is not happy to see him, just like now.

"Jinlan"

The shouting behind her didn't stop her.

Xiao Feng looked at her back and rubbed her eyebrows.

It was a foregone conclusion between him and her, and since she could no longer be separated from her, she would only be his wife in the future.

The silver silk carbon of the Qi Wangfu was still used up after three days, and there was only gray charcoal for the subordinates in the mansion.

Although ash charcoal is used by people in the palace, it can only be used by middle-class people in the homes of ordinary people.

Compared with silver silk carbon, a little smoke still made Wan Jinlan unable to sit still in the room, and it was not as comfortable as boxing and heating in the courtyard.

Five days have passed, and the court has reached a conclusion on how to deal with King Qi.

Xiao Feng has handled many big cases for the emperor over the years, and he has made a lot of enemies. Although the head of the case and his family were all disposed of, there were many in-laws who were left behind who hoped that he would be unlucky, and he would not hesitate to contribute at this time.

In the end, it was the emperor's "magnanimity" that spared him the death penalty and sentenced him to exile.

After a few days, the gate of the Qi Palace's Mansion was pushed open again, which was particularly harsh, and everyone in the palace heard it for the first time.

"Xiao Feng, the king of Qi, had a bad heart, assassinated the emperor, had a close relationship with the rebels, intended to disrupt the court, and took advantage of his position to embezzle 100,000 taels of gold, the evidence of the crime was conclusive, and he should have been executed.

Hearing that it was exile, Wan Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't get stuck in Kyoto, there is always something to be done later.

However, in this tomb, I don't know if it should be said that the emperor is still affectionate.

Wan Jinlan saluted and said: "The servants in the palace are innocent, and the sinners have already returned the deed to them, and I hope that my father-in-law will be accommodating, so that they don't have to go to the penal colony with us in the future." ”

Li Fu has served the emperor in the palace for most of his life, and he can understand the difficulties of servants the most, but they are insignificant servants, and it is a good thing to fulfill them.

"Tomorrow the mission will come at the end of the day, and the official will also come to count the things that should be in the palace, and those who should leave will leave today, our family still has something to do, you two can deal with it yourself."

Li Fu waved the dust and turned around.

There was still more than half a day's processing time, and the little maid in the house, the cook and the Wang housekeeper Chun Tao were all driven away by her.

The house is getting emptier and emptyer, and it's cold tonight, and I can't even find a charcoal cook.

Xiao Feng boiled the medicine himself, cooked shredded chicken porridge, and cut some beef.

The two of them were too lazy to toss, so they simply sat at the low table in the kitchen and ate against the table by candlelight.

It was cold and windy outside, and Wan Jinlan drank the painful soup, and her whole body was warm and sweaty.

After eating, the two stepped on the snow and returned to the inner room silently, Xiao Feng lit a charcoal basin, and she went to the study to pick up a map and came back.

The candle flame shook slightly, and Wan Jinlan sighed.

Xiao Fengjing sat opposite her after passing his hand, "Think Fang Ling is not good?" ”

The two have a silent tacit understanding, and they don't need to know what the other party is saying.

Fangling is located in the southeast of Kyoto, less than a thousand miles from Chang'an Castle.

The place of exile is also exquisite, less than 1,500 li, 2,000 li, 3,000 li.

The farther you go, the more bitter cold it gets.

Compared with the southwestern miasma-ravaged and bitter cold Ningguta and the northwestern frontier, where there is no land, Fangling can be called a treasure, and not anyone who wants to go can go there.

Xiao Feng said: "He not only wants to show his benevolence, but also wants to hold me firmly in the palm of his hand, stay in Kyoto, he is like a fish in his throat, there may be a trace of guilt in his heart, exiled Fang Ling, he may be relieved, or he may still be murderous." ”

That's enough.

(End of chapter)