Song Yuanhuanzhi

Afternoon
When Fu Xuelin returned home, the group had already left.

Fu Xuelin was dressed in a short working style, carrying a hoe on his shoulder.

My body, which was a little weak due to studying, has gradually become stronger, and my face has changed from fair and tender to a healthy complexion.

Seeing that her husband-in-law was back, Mrs. Fan quickly poured out the tea.

Fu Xuelin took the tea and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Did anything happen in the village today?"

All the way back from the fields, the villagers looked at him with a strange expression, so he only asked this question when he returned home.

Fan didn't hide anything, "Yes. My father...he sent someone to take us back to Beijing."

Fu Xuelin's expression was as usual, and he just made a gesture of drinking tea.

"Ma'am, do you want to go back?"

Fan didn't answer immediately. Instead, she talked about another topic, "Fu Chuanlin is not dead."

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

Fan repeated, "Besides, I heard that Song Huan is not dead either."

Mrs. Fan saw Fu Xuelin's thoughtful look and continued: "This time, they are also charged with deceiving the emperor and colluding with foreigners."

"Based on our bloodline, we are still related to him. If we get involved..."

"However, it's not impossible if you want to go back. Since my father can send people to pick us up, he can protect us."

Fan said tentatively, her eyes fixed on Fu Xuelin, trying to determine what Fu Xuelin meant.

They were right, they didn't want to go back, but what about my husband?

He studied hard in a cold window, how could he be willing to spend his life here now?
Fu Xuelin sat down and said nothing.

Fan understood his dilemma.

Parents are dead.

Nowadays, they are the only ones left in their group. Unfortunately, she is not yet pregnant with any children.

That year, when her mother died, she was pregnant. It was freezing cold and there was no helper. In the end, she was so tired that she had an abortion. She thought she would be pregnant with a son and a half after being nursed back to health, but there has been no news so far.

Fan felt guilty.

Sometimes she wonders if this is the retribution given to her by God.

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

Mrs. Fan was stunned for a moment, then took Fu Xuelin's hand back and said softly: "Okay."

No matter what the outcome is when she returns to Beijing this time, she will stay with her husband.

No matter what he wants to do.

……

Palace
The emperor was still in a coma, but Concubine Qin also gave birth to the prince successfully.

While the imperial concubine's side was going smoothly, Yingluxuan on the other side of the palace had returned to silence.

After only a few days, the fallen leaves that fell in the yard have almost become a floor mat.

The child's front legs were sent to Qin Su's side, while Baolin, who was on the back legs, died due to heavy bleeding.

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

The reality is cruel, and they will not think of the next fate of a chess piece.

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

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

The young eunuch first bowed respectfully: "Good morning, your concubine."

Qin Su frowned and said, "Which palace are you from? Why do you think I am so unfamiliar?"

The little eunuch raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant: "Slave Xiao Jinzi, how can a mere servant trouble someone as valuable as the imperial concubine to remember this?"

"Your Majesty, this servant is here to speak to you." After hearing this, Qin Su no longer struggled with which palace he was from.

"Go ahead."

"There has been some unrest in the palace recently. Your Majesty has just given birth and her vitality has been severely damaged. You should take a good rest these 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 meet Qin Su's eyes and emphasized the little prince again.

Seeing this, Qin Su already guessed who asked him to come.

Qin Su waved his hand, "Take a message back and tell him to just be at ease. The little prince is the child of this palace who was born in ten months of pregnancy. No matter how hard you try, you will protect him."

The little eunuch frowned indifferently when he heard this, but finally smiled and saluted, and said: "Then take a good rest, I will leave now."

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 knew about it.

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

The palace maid Hongmu said respectfully: "The emperor has been unconscious, and the imperial doctors have moved into the Yangxin Palace."

Qin Su took a deep breath and said, "Send someone to continue to keep an eye on it and tell me as soon as there is any situation."

Hong Curtain: "Yes, empress."

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

Red Curtain: "Yes."

After the red curtain left, another palace maid hurriedly came out from the other side. Her tone was slightly hurried and worried: "My queen, the little prince has been crying all the time, but what should I do?"

Qin Su said impatiently: "Didn't you prepare the nanny early?"

Palace maid: "My dear, the little prince may have just left..., why don't you give me a hug?"

Qin Su sighed: "Then bring that child to the palace and take a look."

After all, he is her future son. She has a lot of worries now, so it would be a good idea to use it to divert her attention.

She had done everything she could, and now she could only wait in this palace.

When Qi Yuansang received the message, he knew that the Fan family would be unable 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 tightened his hands, hoping that Chao Yuan Ge would keep his word.

……

On the day when Fu Yuanzhi and Song Yi entered the capital, many people in the capital stood on both sides of the street to watch the excitement. The story of Fu Yuanzhi's fake death had spread throughout the capital. These people wanted to see what the former Tan Hua Lang had in store. The magical means were able to deceive many officials and the current emperor.

The people were watching. Although no rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves were thrown, the people were whispering 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 champions paraded through the streets?"

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

Fu Yuanzhi said after a long time: "They are indeed very similar."

Song Yi also thought of her sister, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that my sister's flowers are gone."

I just hope that my sister can recover quickly so that he can go to see his parents with peace of mind.

Fu Yuanzhi smiled, and both of them thought of going together.

In a wine shop on the street, two windows of the private room on the third floor were wide open. Marquis Wu An, who was drinking inside, looked at the two people in the prison car who had no consciousness of criminals. He couldn't tell his emotions, "These two people, It’s really…”

Marquis Wu An did not continue to speak.

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

Call me bold, people still know how to look for me, call me timid, I don’t have a decent appearance now.