"Song Hanzhuo! Come out here!" Ji Nanbei held his sword and ran to Jinxiu Tower angrily. Yintian couldn't stop him. This was the first time he heard Ji Nanbei be so rough... Song Hanzhuo walked out of Jinxiu a little tiredly.
Lou came out, saw Ji Nanbei, and said, "Ming Ting, you came just in time, show Rong'er quickly, she is injured..." Before Song Hanzhuo finished speaking, Ji Nanbei's sword had already been unsheathed.
"Ming Ting, what are you doing?" Song Hanzhuo stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Ji Nanbei coldly, "I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" As he said that, Ji Nanbei's sword had reached Song Hanzhuo's life gate.
Song Hanzhuo hurriedly dodged, "She hurt Rong'er, how can I tolerate her?!"
"Then do you know that that slap of yours killed her!" Ji Nanbei's body has not recovered yet, so naturally he is no match for Song Hanzhuo, and he gradually falls behind. Qingyun heard the news and came over, "Don't fight, Ji
Sir, the princess is vomiting blood again, please go quickly..."
After Ye Fuxun returned to Bieyige, he became infected with the poison, and this time the attack was fierce. Ji Nanbei finally controlled the disease. Not long after leaving, Ye Fuxun vomited black blood. Qingyun also heard that Ji Nanbei and
King Zi Ling started fighting and then came to Jinxiu Tower.
Ye Fuxun felt like she was floating in a white world. This scene seemed familiar. She was floating here, and everything was passing by her like floating clouds. She couldn't catch it or hear it. This was going to happen.
Where are you going? Hell? Are you finally going to hell?
"Princess...Princess...please wake up..."
"Xun'er... Xun'er...'" "Ah Xun..."
Who was calling her? Why was the voice so familiar? She kept following the voice until she saw a bright place. Just as she was about to step forward, her body sank and fell. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw herself.
There were many people around the bed, all with familiar faces. She smiled weakly and looked at Wen Yan's red eyes, "How ugly! I'm not dead, why are you crying?"
"You scared us to death." Wen Yan cried and laughed again. Ye Fuluxun was her only good friend in the world. The two of them had started a business and had their lives together. Wen Yan couldn't imagine herself in this world.
How lonely would she feel after her only true friend in the world left?
"It's so easy for me to die. I'm a person who came back from hell." Ye Fuxun said with a smile.
"Where's all the nonsense?" Ji Nanbei put away the worry in his eyes and put his hand on Ye Fuxun's veins, "With me here, the King of Hell really doesn't dare to accept you."
After everyone retreated, Ye Fuxun leaned on the bed. She had no strength now and her head was dizzy, but she still tried to stay awake. "Mr. Ji, how long do I have?"
Ji Nanbei paused slightly and said with a smile, "How long? Don't worry, I will make you live a long life."
Ye Fuxun smiled and said, "I don't know my body. Don't worry. I am a dying person, and I have lived for such a long time. Ji Nanbei thought that Ye Fuxun would talk about her poisoning again, so he didn't
Feeling that what Ye Fuxun said was true, looking at Ye Fuxun's pale eyes, he finally sighed and said, "I originally had one year to live, but now it's less than half a year..."
"That's enough." Ye Fuxun lowered his eyelids to cover up all the emotions in his eyes. When he looked up again, he was still the calm and refreshing Ye Fuxun, but he was no longer the same Ye Fuxun he saw for the first time.
Song Hanzhuo unknowingly walked outside the door of Bieyi Pavilion again and stopped to listen to the movement inside. After a while, the sound of a piano came from inside. This sound was different from the sound of the guzheng he heard in the past, but more ethereal and melodious.
After Wen Yan finished her song, she smiled and looked at Ye Fuxun, who was quietly listening to her playing the piano, and said, "How was it? Do you want to learn?" Ye Fuxun, who was leaning on the soft couch, coughed twice. "Aren't you afraid of losing your job if you teach me this piece?"
"Then you have to learn it." Wen Yan got down from the piano, looked at Ye Fuxun who was a little depressed, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and frowned slightly, "Why is your face so cold?"
"When did I get overheated?" Ye Fuxun said calmly, his eyes fell on the window lattice not far away, and he said for a long time, "Let someone put this piano in Mingyue Pavilion tomorrow. It seems that I can't learn it. Already."
The smile on Wen Yan's face faded slightly, then returned to its normal appearance, and said with a smile, "That relationship is great, I'm sure it will make you a lot of money."
Ye Fuxun smiled faintly, "Okay." He reached out and took a wooden box from Qingruo's hand and handed it to Wen Yan's hand, "This is the title deed of Mingyue Pavilion. I will give it to you now. In this world, At least you have a place to stay. The Jiangnan Wen family was previously afraid of Prince Ziling's Mansion and would not do anything to you. From now on...you have to be more careful. If anything happens, go to Shaoqing or go to Zhongjing Marquis Mansion... Cough cough cough.”
Wen Yan hurriedly patted Ye Fuxun's back and said, "Can you stop worrying about me? You haven't died yet, and you've already started leaving your last words." When Ye Fuxun recovered, Wen Yan put away the wood angrily. The box said, "When you die, I will definitely burn paper money for you every festival."
"Miss Wen." Qing Ruo looked at Wen Yan with some displeasure. Now everyone in Bieyige avoided the word death, but Wen Yan was the only one who said it when he opened his mouth or shut up. He was not afraid of violating taboos at all.
No one noticed Wen Yan's slightly red eyes. No one wanted Ye Fuxun to live more than she did. The more she talked about life and death, the more she cared about it in her heart.
The next day, Ye Fuxun was wearing crimson palace clothes. After dressing up, she felt more energetic, but she still couldn't hide her illness. She entered the palace early in the morning.
He went straight to Emperor Xuanrui's Qinzheng Hall, and kowtowed to the main hall three times. Wang Fulu, who was beside Emperor Xuanrui, hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Old slave, please pay your respects to Princess Ziling. Is the princess's health feeling better?"
Ye Fuxun slightly blessed himself and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have you worry about me. I'm feeling much better now. I'd like to inform you that Princess Ziling wants to see you." After saying that, Ye Fuxun kowtowed and knelt down at the door of the Qinzheng Hall. Wang Fulu was heartbroken. I have some doubts as to why Princess Zi Ling, who is famous all over the capital, came to the palace at this time? She walked up to the main hall step by step and bowed and kowtowed three times. She did not dare to neglect and went in to report.
Emperor Xuanrui had just finished discussing the matter with his ministers. When he heard that Ye Fuxun had asked for an audience, he hurriedly asked someone to come in.
"I, my concubine, pay your respects to Your Majesty." Ye Fuxun still knelt down and bowed.
"Princess Zi Ling, please get up quickly and someone will help you sit down." Emperor Xuan Rui said, "Are you feeling better?"
Ye Fuxun was still kneeling on the ground, raised his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have something to ask of Your Majesty."
Emperor Xuanrui was stunned and looked at Ye Fulun in confusion, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty still remembers that I once used a chessboard to win the Haiguo's hundred-year supply.
The late Emperor once promised to grant a request to my concubine. Now that the late Emperor has passed away, I wonder if this request is still valid for His Majesty?"
"The late emperor's promise is naturally valid with me? Does Princess Ziling want to use this request?" Emperor Xuanrui looked at Ye Fuxun on the ground and asked doubtfully. He just heard the queen mention that Ye Fuxun was poisoned by a strange poison. Ziling
Wang rushed to the south of the Yangtze River to seek medical advice, but a few days ago he heard that Prince Ziling's palace had accepted a concubine.
"I want to make peace with Prince Ziling!" As soon as Ye Fulun said these words, Emperor Xuanrui was shocked. Even the ministers on the side looked at this Princess Ziling on the ground in shock, who could always refresh their three views.
"Your Majesty, I have been married to Prince Ziling for more than two years and have not given birth to a boy or a girl. Furthermore, I am jealous by nature and not generous, which is not in line with Prince Ziling's character. Rather than spending my whole life wasting it, it is better to get together and get away. He
Choose a virtuous concubine, and a good son-in-law for your concubine!"
"Princess Ziling, this is the first noble prince in ancient times who has three wives and four concubines. What's more, King Ziling already loves you deeply. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"Your Majesty, I would rather have a simple life as a couple than live in a wealthy family and guard an oil lamp!" Ye Fuxun kowtowed again, "I hope your Majesty will give you permission."
Emperor Xuanrui looked at the ministers on the side with some embarrassment. Ye Fuxun moved out of the late emperor, and Emperor Xuanrui had to agree. However, he was afraid that his younger brother would blame him after he issued the imperial edict.
"Have you made up your mind?"
"yes."
"I feel that Princess Ziling is in ill health, and I am angry for a moment. How about you go back and think about it?" Emperor Xuanrui gave Ye Fuxun a step down, and all the ministers agreed. Unexpectedly, Ye Fuxun coughed a few times, "My lord,
I am seriously ill and have no life left. I have thought carefully about it and ask for Your Majesty's permission!" Seeing the stalemate, Wang Fulu sent two clever little eunuchs, one to invite Tang Fengchu and the other to Yunxiao Palace to invite Empress Dowager Dening.
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Ye Fuxun knelt in the main hall motionless. She had been relying on her own perseverance to hold on. She had to reconcile today! Because she didn't have much time.
Queen Mother Dening and Tang Fengchu rushed to Qinzheng Hall at the same time. As soon as they entered the hall, they saw Ye Fuxun kneeling on the ground with a pale face. Queen Mother Dening said distressedly, "Girl Xun, why are you kneeling on the ground? Your body is not healed yet."
?!" After saying that, he glanced reproachfully at Emperor Xuan Rui and waved to the palace maid to help Ye Fuxun up.
Ye Fuxun kowtowed again, "Your Majesty, please give me permission!"
"Girl, why are you so angry? Tell your mother, she will make the decision for you, and you can't make fun of your own body!"
"Mother, I have not suffered any grievances. I just want to understand some things." Ye Fuxun raised his head and smiled. He was full of gratitude to the Queen Mother Dening who truly loved her.
"You get up first, stop kneeling."
"Your Majesty, please grant your permission to reconcile my concubines!" Queen Mother Dening was shocked when she heard this, and then sighed. Ever since Song Hanzhao brought Murong back, she had a vague premonition that these two children would not be together for long.
Aunt Zhou came again to report that Song Hanzhao had hurt Ye Fuxun again because of Murong, and before she could raise an army to hold him accountable, the girl wanted to make peace with him.
Emperor Xuanrui, who had never frowned when faced with major national affairs, was really having a headache at this time. He really agreed that an upright official would not be able to deal with household affairs.