Tomorrow

When Fu Xuelin went home, the gang had already left.

Fu Xuelin was a short worker, and he was carrying a hoe on his shoulder.

The body, which was originally a little weak because of studying, gradually became stronger, and his face changed from white and tender to healthy.

Seeing that his father-in-law was back, Fan hurriedly poured tea and came out.

Fu Xuelin took the tea and asked as if he had no intention of it: "Is there anything going on in the village today?" ”

When he came back from the field, the villagers looked at him with strange expressions, so he asked this question when he went home.

Fan didn't hide it, "Yes." My dad ...... He sent someone to take us back to Beijing. ”

Fu Xuelin's face was as usual, just a gesture of drinking tea.

"Madame wants to go back?"

Fan didn't answer immediately, she instead said another topic, "Fu Chuanlin, not dead." ”

Fu Xuelin turned around and looked at Fan: "What?" ”

Fan repeated again, "Moreover, I heard that Song Huan is not dead." ”

Seeing Fu Xuelin's thoughtful appearance, Fan continued: "This time, they are still accused of bullying the monarch and colluding with foreigners. ”

"From the bloodline theory, we are still close to him, if it is involved......

"However, if you want to go back, it is not impossible, since my father can send someone to pick us up, he should be able to protect us."

Fan said tentatively, her eyes kept looking at Fu Xuelin, trying to judge what Fu Xuelin meant.

They are right, they don't want to go back, but what about Xianggong?

He studied hard in the cold window, how could he be willing to spend his life here now?

Fu Xuelin sat down and didn't say a word.

Fan understands his struggles.

Mom and Dad are dead.

Now, they are the only husband and wife left, but unfortunately she has not yet conceived an heir.

That year, when her mother died, she was pregnant, the weather was cold, there was no helper, and finally she was so tired that she lost the baby, thinking that she would be able to conceive a son and a half daughter after recuperation, but there has been no movement so far.

Fan felt guilty.

Sometimes she wonders if this is God's retribution for her.

Fu Xuelin held Fan's hand, and after a long time, said, "Let's go back to Beijing." ”

Fan Shi was stunned for a moment, shook Fu Xuelin's hand back, and said softly: "Okay." ”

This time when she returned to Beijing, no matter what the result was, she would be by her husband's side.

Whatever he wants to do.

……

In the palace

The emperor is still in a coma, and Qin Guifei also gave birth to the prince smoothly.

And the concubine's side is smooth, but Yingluxuan on the other side of the palace has turned back to emptiness.

It's only been a few days, and the fallen leaves in the yard have almost become mats.

The child's front foot was sent to Qin Su, and Bao Lin on the back foot was choked because of heavy bleeding.

The Fan family's plan has changed, and it is no longer necessary for this child to be sent to the Qin Su Palace.

The reality is cruel, and they don't remember the fate of a pawn next.

Qin Su is now sitting anxiously in confinement while planning the next things.

Just when Qin Su was frowning and thinking about getting some news from Qi Yuansang, a strange little eunuch suddenly came in from outside.

The little eunuch first saluted respectfully: "Concubine Niangniang." ”

Qin Su frowned and said, "Which palace are you from?" Why does Hongu feel that the noodles are very raw? ”

The little eunuch raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant: "Slave little gold, how can a slave be bothered by a person as precious as the concubine Niangniang to remember." ”

"Guifei Niangniang, the slave is ordered to talk to you."

When Qin Su heard this, he no longer wondered which palace he was from.

"Say it."

"Recently, there has been some unrest in the palace, the mother has just given birth and suffered a big injury, so it is better to recuperate in recent days, if there is any movement outside, don't go out, just take care of yourself and the little prince."

The little eunuch raised his eyes to Qin Su's gaze, and once again emphasized the little prince.

Seeing this, Qin Su had already guessed who was letting him come.

Qin Su waved his hand, "You take the words back and tell him that he just needs to put a hundred hearts, the little prince is a child conceived and born in October in this palace, and he will protect him even if he tries his best." ”

The little eunuch frowned without a trace when he heard this, and finally saluted with a smile and said, "That lady has a good rest, and the slave will retreat." ”

After the little eunuch disappeared, Qin Su raised his right hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

It seems that the Fan family has other plans.

She didn't receive any news from her side, and she didn't know if the queen's side knew about it.

Qin Su called the personal palace maid in and asked, "How is the emperor?" ”

The palace maid Hongmu said respectfully: "The emperor has been unconscious, and the imperial doctors have already lived in the Heart Cultivation Palace. ”

Qin Su took a deep breath, "Send someone to continue to keep an eye on it, and immediately tell the palace as soon as there is a situation." ”

Red Curtain: "Yes, mother." ”

"That's right. Send the news to the Queen. Qin Su admonished.

Red Curtain: "Yes." ”

After the red curtain left, another palace maid hurriedly came out from the other side, and her tone was slightly hurried and worried: "Niangniang, the little prince has been crying all the time, but what is good?" ”

Qin Su said impatiently: "Didn't you prepare your grandmother early?" ”

Palace maid: "Niangniang, the little prince may have just left ......, why don't you hug it?" ”

Qin Su sighed: "Then bring that kid up to the palace to take a look." ”

Anyway, it's also her future son, and now she has a lot of troubles, so it's good to use it to divert her attention.

She has done everything she can, and now she can only wait in this palace.

When Qi Yuansang received the message, he knew that the Fan family would not be able to sit still.

The emperor is now unconscious, and it is the best time for the Fan family to take this opportunity to subvert the imperial power.

Qi Yuansang's hands tightened, hoping to speak to the side of the pavilion.

……

On the day when Fu Yuanzhi and Song Yi entered the capital, most of the people in the capital stood on both sides of the street to watch the excitement, and the matter of Fu Yuanzhi's fake death had been spread all over the capital, and these people wanted to see what kind of immortal means this former Tanhualang could deceive the officials and the current emperor.

The people watched, although they did not throw rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves, but those people were talking to each other, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Song Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, do you think this scene looks like the day when our champion paraded the streets?" ”

Fu Yuanzhi raised his eyes and looked around, and finally looked at the blue and cloudless sky, on the day of the street parade, the sky was also like this, Song Huan stood at the window on the second floor, dropping the flowers, and the scene seemed to have happened yesterday.

Fu Yuanzhi said for a long time: "It is indeed very similar. ”

Song Yi also thought of her sister, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, there is no flower for my sister." ”

I only hope that Sister A's body can recover quickly, so that he can rest assured that he can go down to see his father.

Fu Yuanzhi smiled, and the two of them thought of going together.

In a wine shop on the street, in the box on the third floor, two windows were wide open, and Wu Anhou, who was drinking inside, looked at the two people who were unconscious of the criminals in the prisoner car, and couldn't tell what emotions they were, "These two people are really ......."

Wu Anhou did not continue to speak.

He didn't know how to describe these two people.

Let's talk about being bold, people still know how to find themselves, let's say they're timid, and now they don't have a decent appearance.