I became an exiled convict after we got married

Chapter 94
In the Taiji Palace, Emperor Jian'an had already woken up.

Concubine Lai sat beside the dragon couch with a worried expression on her face.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Emperor Jian'an coughed and his face flushed.

"Emperor physician, imperial physician..."

Emperor Jian'an grabbed Concubine Lai's hand, "I'm fine, my concubine will go back to the palace first."

Concubine Lai has been submissive all her life, and she left the Tai Chi Palace after listening to Emperor Jian'an's words.

After King Rui left, her heart was ashamed. Even if the eighth princess was still there, she wished she could go with King Rui. Now the blood left by King Rui is the hope in the future.

"How is my health?" Emperor Jian'an asked without waiting for the imperial physician to answer, and ordered forcefully, "I will be safe within three years."

In his life, Emperor Jian'an had worked hard to win the love of the late emperor when he was young, but he never got it. Later, he and the queen mother lived in exile, and came to the capital to sit in the capital and consolidate the power of the emperor's business. Suffering persecution in the middle school and restraining himself for many years, he wholeheartedly wanted to leave Dawei to his son with his beloved daughter, but an accident happened. Even though he knew that it was extremely inappropriate for Jiang Shan to be left to the young master, he made up his mind to pay attention.

All his life, he couldn't help himself, and he always had to accomplish one thing.

The imperial physician has concluded that the concubine's womb is a male fetus, and within the next three years, he must clean up everything that has been dealt with, leaving no hidden dangers.

The Prince Qi's mansion was empty, and overnight, it suddenly became lifeless.

Apart from Chuntao who had to come back with Wan Jinlan, Steward Wang, and a cook and a servant left by Steward Wang yesterday, there were not many servants left.

Things are already like this, Wan Jinlan can only eat and drink calmly and wait for the result.

"Master, the silver charcoal in the house is only enough for two days." Chuntao said worryingly as she fiddled with the charcoal basin.

Fortunately, there was enough food in the kitchen for several days, and there were only a few servants left. It was cold in winter, so they could eat for a few more days.

Wan Jinlan was packing her jewelry box, and found a needle and thread to sew a lot of light things on her inner coat.

She didn't know if Xiao Feng's plan would work, anyway, it was always right to hide some money.

"Wear more, save some charcoal fire, you can cook for a few more days, if it's not enough, it's time to boil the medicine, you go."

Chuntao responded, patted the dust off her hands and went to the kitchen.

Dazed from sitting there, Wan Jinlan simply got up and went to find Xiao Feng.

She walked very lightly, and when she heard the voice from the inner room, she snorted in her heart, and quickly went in and snatched the "Wife Release Letter" from Steward Wang's hand.

"May my lady comb her temples again after she leaves, sweep the Emei beautifully, show off her slim posture skillfully, choose a high-ranking official, and play the shadows in front of the court, emulating the beauty of the piano and the rhyme."

Wan Jinlan finished reading slowly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Feng, "Although there is no official seal yet, I will accept the wife's letter, and it will take effect for me."

She folded it and put it in her purse.

Butler Wang couldn't help explaining: "Princess, the prince is also doing it for your own good."

Wan Jinlan nodded, "I know it, and I accept it. Even if your lord has a conscience, when the situation becomes clear in the future, I will just find a good man to marry."

Steward Wang glanced at Xiao Feng cautiously, and seeing his eyebrows twitch, he shook his head and left the inner room.

Wan Jinlan snorted coldly and walked out.

Since yesterday, the atmosphere between the two has been a little weird, sometimes they are harmonious, they can sit at the same table for dinner, sometimes she feels uneasy for no reason, and seeing him is not happy, like now.

"Jinlan"

The shouts behind her didn't stop her.

Xiao Feng looked at her back and rubbed his eyebrows.

It was a foregone conclusion between him and her, since she could not be left behind now, she could only be his wife in the future.

Three days later, the silver charcoal in Prince Qi's mansion was still used up, and the mansion only had gray charcoal for servants.

Although ash charcoal is used by servants in the palace, it can only be used by middle-level people in ordinary people's homes.

Compared with silver carbon, a little smoke still made Wan Jinlan unable to sit still in the room, and it was not as comfortable as boxing in the courtyard to generate heat.

Five days passed, and the court came to a conclusion on how to deal with King Qi.

Xiao Feng has handled many major cases for the emperor over the years, and he has made quite a few enemies.Although the case and his family were all dealt with, many of the remaining in-laws were expecting him to be unlucky, and they were not stingy about making a step at this time.

In the end, it was the emperor who was "magnanimous" who spared him the death penalty and sentenced him to exile.

After a few days, the gate of Prince Qi's Mansion was pushed open again, which was extremely ear-piercing, and everyone in the mansion heard it immediately.

"Qi Wang Xiaofeng had evil intentions, assassinated the emperor, had close contacts with the rebel leader, intended to disturb the court, and used his position to embezzle 10 taels of gold. The evidence of the crime is convincing, and he should have been executed. For the death penalty, he was demoted to common people and exiled to Fangling."

Hearing that it was exile, Wan Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't get trapped in Kyoto, you can always have something to do in the future.

But this Fangling, I don't know if it should be said that the emperor is still affectionate.

The person who came to pass the decree was Li Fu, the chief executive of the imperial court, and Wan Jinlan saluted and said: "The servants in the mansion are innocent, and the convict women have already returned their deeds to them, and I hope that the father-in-law will accommodate them so that they don't have to go to the exile with me in the future. "

Li Fu had served the emperor in the palace for most of his life, and he could understand the difficulty of servants the most, but they were insignificant servants, and it would be a good thing to fulfill them.

"Tomorrow the dispatcher will come at Maoshi, and the official dispatcher will also come to count everything in the palace. Those who should leave will leave today. Our family has something else to do. You two can handle it by yourself."

Li Fu waved his whisk and turned around.

There was still more than half a day of processing time, and she drove away the servants, the cook, and Wang Butler Chuntao.

The house was getting more and more empty, and it was so cold tonight that there was not even a charcoal cooker to be found.

Xiao Feng boiled the medicine by himself, cooked shredded chicken porridge, and cut some beef.

The two of them were too lazy to bother, so they simply sat at the low table in the kitchen and ate by the candlelight.

It was cold and windy outside, drinking the steaming soup, Wan Jinlan was warm and sweaty all over her body.

After eating, the two walked back to the inner room silently on the snow, Xiao Feng lit the charcoal basin, and she went to the study to pull out a map and came back.

The candle light flickered, Wan Jinlan sighed.

Xiao Feng sat across from her after cleaning her hand, "Do you think Fang Ling is not good?"

The two have a silent tacit understanding, and they know what the other is saying without having to say it out loud.

Fangling is located in the southeast of Kyoto, less than a thousand miles away from Chang'an City.

The place of exile is also particular, less than a thousand miles, one thousand five hundred miles, two thousand miles, and three thousand miles.

The farther you go, the bitterer the cold.

Compared with the miasma-ravaged and bitterly cold Ninggu Pagoda in the southwest and the barren northwestern frontier, Fangling can be called a treasure land, and not everyone can go there if they want to.

Xiao Feng said: "He not only wants to show his benevolence, but also wants to hold me firmly in the palm of his hand and stay in the capital. He feels like a stick in his throat, and there may be a trace of guilt in his heart. He may be relieved when he is exiled in Fangling, or his murderous intentions are still the same. .”

So, enough.

(End of this chapter)