Riding the Pheonix Chapter 503: Ventilation

Seeing Wang An and Yang Shu walking away arm in arm, the prince sneered and curled his lips with disdain: "The third child is really promising! I'm hanging out with him."

Wen Yuan replied: "His Royal Highness Prince An does not please His Majesty and is ashamed of himself in front of you. Can't you get along with him?"

The prince was pleased by this sentence and laughed: "Yes, they are all like wild animals, but it is true."

"Brother." King Xin arrived over there and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Second brother is here!" The prince responded with a friendly smile.

King Xin then came over and chatted: "The weather is still so hot. Look at how sweaty my eldest brother is. Why don't you hold an umbrella? How can you get better if you have a fever? You have to rely on your eldest brother for household matters!"

The prince smiled fakely: "Look at what the second brother said, you have done a good job in the Ministry of Industry!"

"Where, where."

Daily respect between brothers and sisters.

The two talked all the way into Taiyuan Palace to see the emperor.

The emperor's illness has recovered, but his spirit is still very depressed.

When the two of them entered, King An and Yang Shu stood aside with their heads lowered, as if they had just been trained.

They immediately put away the smiles on their faces and greeted the emperor.

The emperor's expression was quite gentle: "You came quite early, have you all delivered your errands?"

The prince remembered what Fu Jin said before going out.

"Your Highness, compared to King Xin, apart from your status as the legitimate eldest son, there is one thing that you are inferior to him. You are the eldest son born in the hope of the Holy One, and your childhood love was extraordinary. You In addition to letting the Holy One see your talents, you must also remember to maintain your friendship at all times."

The prince smiled and replied: "It's all done. Are you feeling better today, father? I see that you are not in good spirits. You will pay homage to your ancestors later, so you can go and rest. I will leave all the matters here to you. Sons and ministers."

As expected, the emperor showed some relief: "I have been lying down for many days, how can I regain my energy? There are not many things, so it doesn't matter."

King Xin then replied: "My errands have all been handed over clearly. The main thing about repairing the river cannot be decided at the moment. I want to check it out first..."

The emperor's energy had not yet recovered and he didn't really want to hear about political matters, so he nodded: "That's fine, let them do things first."

The prince over there asked Wan Dabao again: "I remember, father should be taking medicine at this time, right? Have you prepared any?"

Wan Dabao smiled and replied: "I've prepared it and will send it over immediately."

The emperor took the medicine for many days, and his mouth felt bitter when he thought about it. He frowned and said, "Aren't I healed? Why do I still take it?"

Wan Dabao replied: "The court judge has changed the prescription. It is for health."

The prince answered: "My son also thinks that drinking medicine is a chore, and there is no taste in his mouth. I asked the princess to find some snacks a few days ago. They are simple and appetizing. I will call you later. The royal chef makes it?"

His eagerness made the emperor feel good, so he smiled and replied: "You are interested. Just ask Wan Dabao to handle such a trivial matter."

The prince was very happy: "I gave the food recipe to Eunuch Wan."

Then he took Wan Dabao and told him some precautions, very carefully.

Gloom gradually gathered on King Xin’s face.

This is not the first time. Ever since Mr. Fu went to the East Palace three years ago, his eldest brother suddenly became smarter. He would do this from time to time, and things that he had worked hard to prepare for a long time would often come to an end. There is no further content.

Fortunately, he is so stupid by nature. No matter how hard he teaches or how many times he tries, he will always get him.

King Xin came back to his thoughts and smiled again.

After waiting for a while, Xuanfei came over to ask for instructions: "Your Majesty, the auspicious time has come, do you want to start?"

The emperor nodded: "Let's begin."

So, a group of royal children followed the emperor and went to the main hall to worship.

After all, the emperor had just recovered from his illness. After the worship, he was a little tired. The prince stepped forward at the right time: "Father, please go and rest. I will pray for you on your behalf."

The emperor nodded: "That's fine."

……

The ritual ceremony finally started. Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief. He found an inconspicuous corner and sat down with Duofu.

As soon as she started to read it, she felt sleepy, so she simply closed her eyes to rest.

Because her posture was standard, her expression was solemn, and her mouth moved from time to time, no one suspected her.

I just got through the first day peacefully.

The chime was struck in the main hall, and the rituals were temporarily suspended.

Mingwei opened his eyes and waited for someone to pick him up.

Not long after, Concubine Pei sent someone to pick her up.

In the eyes of others with envy and hatred, Mingwei followed the waiter and left.

When they arrived at their destination, they saw Concubine Pei waving to her with a smile: "It's hard work after kneeling all day."

She had changed into ordinary clothes and had a hairpin on her head. She looked plain and clean, like an ordinary woman.

After Mingwei saluted, he replied: "It's not hard at all. You just need to meditate. You don't have to kneel all the time."

Concubine Pei nodded with a smile and said, "The men have gone to eat by themselves. You can follow me."

Mingwei will never refuse.

The two of them had dinner under the service of the palace servants.

After dinner, Concubine Pei didn't call her back.

He cleared the dining table and chatted with her while drinking Xiaoshi tea.

Mingwei knew that it was hard to talk too deeply on the first day they met, so he only talked about insignificant things.

For example, Concubine Pei was very interested in the war in the northwest, so she explained in detail how they had encountered a siege on the gravel slope...

Unconsciously, the night got dark.

Concubine Pei stopped talking and asked the palace servants to take her and Duofu to rest.

Not to mention a good night's sleep.

The ritual began before dawn on the second day~IndoMTL.com~.

Mingwei spent another whole day half asleep and half awake.

At dinner, Concubine Pei still asked someone to take her there, and then chatted with her about other things.

Three days passed in this way, and on the fourth day, Mingwei clearly felt that the surveillance around Concubine Pei had relaxed, so she intentionally or unintentionally brought up the matter of painting.

Concubine Pei naturally agreed and asked the palace servants to move a few paintings and led Mingwei up to the attic to view the scenery.

This is the highest attic of Taiyuan Palace. The two of them stood outside, and others could see clearly.

As soon as the palace man walked away, Concubine Pei had a strange feeling, as if everything had gone away, and the two of them seemed to be standing in the wilderness, with no one around them.

"Miss Ming?" She looked at Mingwei uncertainly.

Mingwei replied with a smile: "I can say whatever I want now."

Concubine Pei sighed: "Mysterious art is really wonderful and profound."

It was the time when there were the most Xuanshi in Taiyuan Palace. Even if Xuanfei was one of his own, he would be afraid of causing trouble again if others noticed him. Mingwei didn't dare to delay and asked bluntly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your health has been so bad recently. Is it your fault?"

Concubine Pei paused and nodded slightly.

As expected, Fu Jin guessed it right.

She then repeated Fu Jin's words: "...In this matter, you still have to put your own safety first."

Concubine Pei was silent for a long time and replied: "Don't worry, he won't die for the time being. What I did was not that direct. It just made him think more. His illnesses are inherent."

The emperor's headache was an old ailment, and his health was indeed deteriorating. What Concubine Pei did was add fuel to the fire. At this age, my health is not good, and if I think too much, will I get sicker?