Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 570: Their New Year’s Eve

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On New Year's Eve the next day, Emperor Tianwu finished his last morning court session of the year, and then he couldn't wait to drag Zhang Yuan to Yuehan Palace.

Behind Zhang Yuan were four little eunuchs, all holding trays with brand-new palace clothes on them, all in white. As he walked, he muttered: "It's the New Year. If the emperor wants to get a good deal from Concubine Yun, he should also give you something festive. Who wears white clothes during the New Year? Red ones are so nice and pink. OK."

Tianwu waved his hand: "No, no, Pianpian is not that kind. When have you ever seen her wearing red, green, and heavy makeup? She is rare in white, and the white is clear and beautiful, which best suits her watery temperament. "When Tianwu thought of Concubine Yun, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he asked Zhang Yuan: "Today is New Year's Eve, do you think Pianpian will see me?"

Zhang Yuan wanted to say no, but he didn’t want to hit his master too hard during the Chinese New Year. He thought about it and said seriously: “Let’s give it a 50-50 chance!”

"Then you might as well not say anything." Tianwu rolled his eyes at Zhang Yuan and stopped talking to him. He just quickened his steps and almost ran to the door of Yuehan Palace at a trot. When he stood still, he gasped loudly and said straightly: "It can't be done, it can't be done. I wouldn't have been breathing like this a few years ago. In the past two years, my body has obviously not been as good as before." He said this in a loud voice, almost as if he was using his internal strength lightly. Go shout.

Zhang Yuan felt really embarrassed. He was so exhausted and could still shout so loudly. Are you a liar, Your Majesty? It's too insulting to Concubine Yun's mind.

He couldn't help but remind: "It's not that exaggerated. The princess left you so many tonics before she left, and the slaves are watching you take them every day."

Tianwu felt that this **** **** was talking too much. He raised his hand and banged on the door of Yuehan Palace many times, shouting as he did so: "Pianpian, open the door! It's Chinese New Year, I... I'm here to give you new clothes, all newly made. , a watery white, I’m sure you like it! Please open the door for me quickly, let’s stop making trouble, okay?”

The door was knocked loudly, making the palace people in Yuehan Palace feel frightened. Ordinarily, they are used to seeing this kind of scene. They come here every New Year's Eve at Emperor Wu. But if they didn't open the door in the past, they still have confidence. After all, Concubine Yun is there to support the scene. However, this year, Concubine Yun was not in the palace at all, and all the people in the palace were frightened, fearing that Emperor Tianwu wouldn't be able to hold back and would burst in through the door. Once the news about Concubine Yun's leaving the palace comes to light, none of them will survive.

The people outside were still shouting, and the banging on the door still continued, but it was slower and less energetic. Finally, Emperor Tianwu stopped knocking, but the whole family leaned against the palace door, sighing heavily through the door. Everyone heard Tianwu say: "Every year, the two children are getting older. You are not in Beijing either, Pianpian, I know you are bored, am I not here to play with you? Can you please open the door?"

Unfortunately, the door of Yuehan Palace is like an ice wall, not only as hard as ice, but also unkindly cold.

Tianwu smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and motioned to the **** behind him to put the clothes at the palace gate, and then said: "That's all, I come here every month to call this out, and you have never been soft-hearted. It's okay, see you. Even if we meet each other, as long as you are still in this palace, my heart will be warm." After saying that, he turned back to Zhang Yuan and said: "Wait here for a while, and if anyone comes out to get some clothes, just ask them. How is Pianpian lately? I want to go on my own, so you don’t want to follow me."

Zhang Yuan looked at Tianwu walking away alone with his hands behind his back. His background was no longer as tall and straight as in previous years, and he was slightly hunched over. His steps were no longer as strong as in previous years, and he was slightly staggering. . His nose felt sour, and he quickly turned away and stopped looking at Tianwu. It wasn't until Tianwu was far away that he reached out to pat the door of Yuehan Palace and shouted: "Sisters, open the door and take your clothes in. The emperor has already Gone far."

The door of Yuehan Palace opened a small crack, and two palace maids squeezed out. They quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and went back to the door without paying any attention to Zhang Yuan. Soon, the door of Yuehan Palace slammed shut again. Zhang Yuan sighed heavily and waved to the four young eunuchs around him: "You guys should go back first, I also want to walk by myself."

As soon as he left, he walked to a quiet place, and then said to the air: "Come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a secret guard stepped out and stood in front of him. Zhang Yuan asked the man: "Is everything okay in the east?"

The secret guard nodded, "His Majesty Seventh is protecting me, so it's okay. It's just..." The secret guard paused and then said, "Father-in-law, you still don't want to tell the emperor?"

Zhang Yuan nodded solemnly: "We must not tell the emperor! Now that we know about Concubine Yun's leaving the palace, we must keep our mouths shut and never talk to anyone again. At the moment, the two highnesses are not in the capital. , if the emperor pursues Concubine Yun again, will the country of Dashun still be there?"

On New Year’s Eve this year, people are destined to be running around.

Xuan Tianhua's team is already approaching Fuzhou, and it only takes half a day to enter Fuzhou City. The prefect of Fuzhou had already sent people to meet him outside the city, and people from both sides met three days ago.

"You lose. The emperor loves the little **** Zhang Yuan the most. He is not His Highness Ninth Prince at all. Drink!" Under a dead tree beside the path, a group of followers sat around, with a fire burning in the middle. with a half-roasted duck. The speaker was a woman, wearing a white winter robe and a bamboo hat on her head. She was holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine bowl in the other. She carelessly pushed the wine bowl towards a young man beside her. "Drink."

The young man expressed dissatisfaction: "Everyone in the world knows that the emperor's favorite is the Ninth Prince. Even our Highness is not as good as him, so why did he lose?"

The woman waved her hand: "I said if you lose, you lose. What I have here is first-hand information. You know, I have spies in the palace. The old man, the emperor, doesn't care about you all day long. The **** follows him everywhere he goes, and even the little **** has to watch him outside when he sleeps. When have you ever seen him take the Ninth Prince with him wherever he goes?"

The man was speechless and paused for a while before adding: "The one who follows the emperor anytime and anywhere must be a eunuch."

"That's different." The woman said again: "The old emperor and the little **** have been hooking up for a day. Their relationship is not ordinary. They are not ordinary eunuchs. Just drink."

The young man had a black line on his face and thought to himself: Where did the Seventh Highness find such a god? How dare you say anything?

Someone next to him stabbed him: "If you are told to drink, just drink. There is so much nonsense. It would be nice to have a few more sips of wine on this cold day."

The woman nodded, "Yes, it's a bit cold. I heard that the east border is better than the north border. I wonder if the snow in the north border has reached knee-deep now." She said, turning her head to look. She glanced at Xuan Tianhua, who was sitting far away, and the other person was looking at her helplessly. The woman herself took a sip of wine and sighed: "If you come out with His Majesty Seventh Prince, you will suffer. You won't be given more meat."

A soldier quickly cut off a leg of a duck that was almost roasted and handed it to her. At the same time, he said: "That Bu Cong has been in the Eastern Border for many years, and the soldiers here are basically his old troops. Although Bu Cong has fled in fear of crime, generally speaking, people in the military camp value friendship and friendship. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to integrate this time."

When the woman heard this, she became angry, "It's difficult to integrate. Does that mean those people don't listen to His Majesty Seventh Prince? Then let's vote together. At worst, we will kill everyone who opposes. I don't see who dares Say no!"

As soon as she said these bold words, everyone looked at her. After being stunned for a while, they all clasped their fists with admiration on their faces: "Brother Tian is domineering!"

Xuan Tianhua finally couldn't listen any more. He stood up and walked over here. When he got to the woman's side, he grabbed her arm and took her away from the place almost forcefully. He walked back to where he originally sat and then let go. When the woman was dragged away by him, she turned around and shouted to the young people surrounding the fire: "Let's continue drinking after we enter Fuzhou City at night!"

At this moment, Xuan Tianhua's heart was so broken that he could not collapse anymore. He looked at the woman and said helplessly: "Mother, what did you say to them? Brother Huantian, Brother Tian today Where did you come from?"

That woman is none other than Concubine Yun. When Xuan Tianhua asked, she proudly told him: "My surname is Yun, and clouds are in the sky, so I told them my surname is Tian. As for them calling me Brother Tian, ​​that's because they think I am easy-going, cheerful and loyal as a buddy. Also, Hua'er, today is New Year's Eve, and it's quite hard to have to travel on New Year's Eve."

Xuan Tianhua spread his hands, "It's already hard work, who asked you to follow me? It's so good to stay in the palace honestly. If you don't do anything good like a good empress, I have to be my brother today. What do you want me to say about you?"

Concubine Yun also followed his example and spread her hands, and told him very seriously: "The palace is not good, and the empress is not good either. The happiest years of my life were when I was in the village and had nothing to do with the palace. Son."

In one sentence, the words Xuan Tianhua wanted to persuade her were blocked in his mouth and turned into a silent sigh. Yes, Concubine Yun is not happy in the palace. He is her son. If he were given a choice, he would rather Concubine Yun leave the palace. Even if she brags and drinks with others, it is better than being locked up in the cold moon palace.

He stretched out his arms to hug Concubine Yun, held her tightly, and then let go, "As long as you are happy." He said, "As long as you are happy."

In the yard of the only illusion hall in Fengxue Songzhou, seventeen girls stood in two rows. The oldest of these little girls was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest was only about ten years old. They were dressed in various colors and were obediently listening to the words of a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties or eighteen years old.

"The so-called illusion is a form of performance in which the performer uses constant changes to achieve an elusive and surprising experience for the viewer. Some people call it a miracle. Each of you has something in your hands. An ice flower, below, just follow the method I taught you before and let the flames rise from these ice flowers!"

The voice of this woman is so captivating that it makes people feel like they are in a fantasy world, so much so that they all believe that fire can rise from the ice.

The girls kept changing their gestures based on the superficial knowledge they had learned before, intending to make the ice flowers catch fire. It's a pity that the time for a stick of incense has passed, but there is still no fire.

The woman shook her head in disappointment and whispered to a middle-aged man next to her: "This kind of random people just can't do it. That's it for this year. Next year, we must look for qualified people." Cultivated from an early age."

As soon as she finished speaking, all the girls suddenly exclaimed. She looked intently for a moment, and saw a beautiful girl in Tsing Yi holding her ice flower in both hands. On top of the ice flowers, a cluster of flames suddenly ignited——