His Royal Highness, he is plotting against me

Chapter 115 Money Bags

"not so good."

Qin Ao said in a calm voice.

Five days have passed, and although A Sizi is not dead, she is not much better.

But the weak breath is much stronger.

The beating of the heart is also more powerful.

Master Qi Yang said that the jade plaque is only for supporting purposes.

The key is to rely on herself.

His daughter is fighting against death with her tenacious desire to survive.

If he couldn't get rid of everyone who hurt her, he would be sorry for her at all!

The emperor also knew about this, and sighed, "This child is gifted."

Qi Yang, the old magic stick, has always seen the beginning but never the end.

Haven't even seen him in years.

I didn't expect to go back to the palace for this child.

It only showed up in the East Palace but disappeared without a trace.

The emperor said: "If she can survive this time by chance, there are some in the palace, and I have some, just open your mouth and take good care of her."

This child is born weak, and it is estimated that he will have to be raised for a long time in the future.

No matter how rich the East Palace is, how rich can it be?

Certainly not as good as his private treasury.

On the left and right are his own granddaughters, who are also the prince's first daughter, and he is willing to give them to her.

At this time, Chen Bianlin, who was still in the south of the Yangtze River, sneezed.

Liu Wenxuan smiled and said, "Is there a girl thinking about you?"

Chen Bianlin ignored him and closed his cloak.

The Liu family took advantage of this opportunity to gain a firm foothold in Jiangnan.

They just paid a deposit and took [-]% of the grain in the south of the Yangtze River for disaster relief.

It was first agreed that the follow-up silver is to clear the debt of the treasury.

But in fact, those firms that are well-ranked have either been purged, or they have been bankrupted and avoided disasters.

Some of those grain merchants simply disappeared, so naturally they didn't have to pay their debts.

Those who can survive alone, the treasury will return them the money stolen from their homes.

All in all, all in all.

This time, except for medicinal materials and other money, the national treasury spent nothing on the food and grass for disaster relief.

Not only that, but with the stolen money "seized" from Wang's side branch, the treasury also made a lot of money this time.

Therefore, there are only a handful of Jiangnan locals who can compete with their Liu family.

Of course, they didn't dare to fight.

The Liu family's game in the south of the Yangtze River, those who can't see it now are all fools.

The Liu family is clearly the Prince's dog, specially here to bite off a piece of their flesh.

This is an opportunity His Royal Highness gave them to the Liu family.

Become the money bag of the East Palace.

Dajing's future purse.

Different from Chen Bianlin who is stable and introverted, with a noble temperament.

Anyway, Liu Wenxuan is going further and further on the road of a romantic son.

In this cold winter, he also dressed up beautifully.

The silk industry in the south of the Yangtze River is well-developed and dazzling.

Liu Wenxuan, who used to always wear plain clothes, somehow fell in love with these low-key luxurious but comfortable clothes.

Not only that, but he also held a folding fan in his hand.

"Oh, I don't accept it anymore. Cousin, you have such a dead face, cold and incomprehensible style, and there are so many girls chasing you... It's really enviable!"

Gee tut,
This is really strange.

Chen Bianlin looked indifferently at this cousin who was going farther and farther on the road of becoming a "rich man who is not indecent".

Just when Liu Wenxuan was expecting him to say something, he said indifferently:
"Cousin, don't block the way."

Liu Wenxuan: ...

The second cousin is getting less and less cute!

It's still fun for the little cousin.

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On the seventh day.

Qin Ao specially asked for leave and did not go to court.

Instead, they stayed with their mother and son in Changxin Hall.

Chen Fulin took a pair of children to live in the side hall of Changxin Hall.

On weekdays, Nanny and Bi Luo looked after the pheasant slave, and she devoted herself to accompanying A Sizi.

Don't dare to miss a glance.

Seeing the gray color on the child's face gradually dissipate, although it is still pale to the point of no blood.

But she was also very happy.

As long as you can survive, you can survive.

When she was just born, her face was swollen and blue, and her crying was as fragile as a kitten, and she almost couldn't survive.

But she still raised her for four months, and even the imperial doctor said that the little princess was well raised.

No accident will be able to grow up safely.

It's the same this time!
"Our daughter is strong."

Qin Ao sat on the other side, looked at his daughter who was obviously angry and said softly.

Chen Fulin's eyes were red and bloodshot.

For the past seven days, she has been nonstop day and night, and if she couldn't hold on anymore, she squinted at the side for a while.

But he didn't dare to leave even one step.

Even when she was sleeping, she held onto the corner of the swaddle tightly.

The old god said that if she was with the child, it would make Ah Si more likely to survive.

Seven days passed.

The heart she was holding was finally about to fall to the ground.

Her daughter is not dead.

"Well, she's strong."

Her voice was hoarse.

In order to reduce the number of toilet trips, she drank very little water.

I don't even have the appetite to eat.

Bi Luo persuaded her: "The little princess wakes up and needs you to take care of her, you can't let yourself break down."

This is how she eats every day to keep herself from collapsing.

Qin Ao sat up, held her shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

"She'll be fine, don't worry."

He believes in his daughter.

He will not be disappointed.

The husband and wife waited quietly, even the nanny did not come to disturb her today.

In the past, the nanny would always hug the pheasant slave several times a day to show Chen Liangdi a look.

From sunrise to sunset.

From sunrise to dusk.

When the lights come on,

The Changxin Hall also lit up the lamps one after another.

"Hum... hum..."

There was silence in the shadowy room.

Chen Fulin leaned against the bed, a little sleepy.

Just now Eunuch Kang came in and called the prince away because of something urgent.

Now she was alone.

The maids are all guarding the door of the side hall.

No one can enter this room except her, the prince, Bi Luo and the pheasant slave.

So when he heard the baby's humming, Chen Fulin's first reaction was that he had an illusion.

Suddenly, as if she had realized something, she looked towards the middle of the bed.

"Hum hum……"

There was a soft hum that was clearer than before.

Chen Fulin found that his hands were shaking a little.

Ah Sizi didn't open his eyes.

She seemed to be in a dream, and she hummed when she encountered something uncomfortable.

Tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Ah Si?"

Chen Fulin's eyes were sore, and she gently touched her daughter's head to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is here..."

Ah Sizi's last memory was the sky full of flames, so it was only natural that she would feel terrified in her sleep.

The evil of human nature makes people hate it to the bone.

Chen Fulin has always been a good-natured person, and she always firmly believes that people will not offend me, and I will not offend others.

Always be kind to people.

But she didn't expect that someone would do this to her child.

If it weren't for Suyun's presence, A Sizi would never be the only one who had an accident this time.

Never had she hated someone so much.

I hate her even more than when she took her own life in her previous life!

It's her incompetence.

Only then did that person have the opportunity to hurt her child again.

Never again.

Never again.

Chen Fulin hugged his lost and found daughter, crying so softly that he couldn't help himself.

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　Second Uncle Chen Bianlin: Private treasury?How much money can the emperor's private treasury have?Comparable to me?
　　
　
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