The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Chapter 157 Chapter 157: Nine Princes Embroidered Hijab

Yan Ling's hands were still shaking.

He knew very well that he couldn't write as good a character as Xu Zhida.

He could only freeze in place, without even a word of rebuttal.

People are reluctant to write for a long time, no matter who they are, they can see the problem.

Emperor Mu Wu was startled and angry, and growled, "Yan Ling! Who wrote your test paper? Hurry up and tell the truth!"

Yan Ling heard the roar and was terrified.

As soon as his body went limp, he knelt down on the ground and only shouted: "The emperor has mercy, the emperor has mercy!"

Lu Cheng and others showed contempt on their faces. How could they write this amazing test paper with such soft bones and lack of tolerance.

Prime Minister Lu asked: "My lord, is there really a ghost helping him?"

Ye Siheng nodded slightly: "That's right, he also wanted that ghost to help just now, but here is a magic circle set up in the imperial palace, and he failed to do so."

His eyes can now see some of these things.

Even Nan Li was surprised.

Emperor Mu Wu was already furious. He admired this person so much and wanted to make him the number one scholar, but he didn't expect that Yan Ling relied on a ghost to take the exam and write shocking articles!
He showed no mercy, and said, "Drag it on, cut it off."

Yan Ling's body trembled, and he kowtowed unceasingly, his forehead turned blue and purple, and soon became bloody.

He cried out: "The emperor, spare your life! The grass people know their mistakes! The grass people know their mistakes!"

Prime Minister Lu wanted to intercede, but was blocked by Emperor Mu Wu, who only said: "Cheating should be exile, and he still uses such evil means to deceive me and the examiners, it is simply abhorrent!"

Ye Siheng didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

After all, this is one's own fault, no one else's.

Before Yan Ling was dragged down, Ye Siheng had his jade pendant removed.

After Emperor Mu Wu was furious, his head hurt again. He summoned the imperial physician's order, and it was naturally difficult for Lu Cheng and others to keep talking about state affairs.

Ye Siheng frowned slightly, deliberately waiting not far away.

Not long after, I saw the imperial physician order coming out.

"Ninth Prince." The imperial physician Ling was a little surprised.

"How is the emperor's health? Why are the headaches so frequent these days?" Ye Siheng asked.

His face was normal, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

The Imperial Physician Ling sighed inwardly, whether it was inside or outside the palace, it was said that the brotherhood between the Emperor and the Ninth Prince was no longer there, but now it seems that may not be the case.

"Your Majesty is getting old, and he has been injured before. The lack of Qi and blood, coupled with anger, will cause frequent headaches." The imperial physician Ling said.

Ye Siheng snorted, "Well, then, you can take good care of your brother's illness."

"Yes." The Imperial Physician quickly agreed.

After Ye Siheng left the palace, he asked Qingfeng to find someone to find out what kind of medicine the Tai Hospital had prescribed.

He has several eyeliners in Tai Hospital.

However, it is a bit difficult to read the emperor's pulse case and prescription.

Qing Feng asked: "My lord, are you afraid of the emperor..."

He didn't dare to say the rest.

"I'm a little scared, but the emperor's temper is getting worse now, and this king feels something is wrong." Ye Siheng's face was calm.

Qing Feng understood Ye Siheng's meaning, "Yes, this subordinate knows."

Ye Siheng asked again: "How is Yang Zhaoyi's fetus?"

"Everything is fine." Qing Feng replied.

"She's amazing." Ye Siheng couldn't help admiring.

The three sons of the Yang family were all severely injured, but she was not affected at all, and she was able to carry the dragon fetus safely, which was beyond his expectation.

Qing Feng followed in Ye Siheng's footsteps, and said in a low voice: "The emperor still keeps the Jasper Palace very strict, and the medicine that is boiled every day is inspected by a medical woman, so it is very difficult to get rid of it."

"That's all." Ye Siheng said suddenly.

Yang Zhaoyi's fetus is also eight or nine months old, and he doesn't want to do anything, so as not to kill two people and cause murder.

Qingfeng was a little anxious, "My lord, although the eldest prince is no longer under confinement, the emperor has never given him any errands. If Yang Zhaoyi really gives birth to a prince, it will be a great disadvantage to us."

"It's okay." Ye Siheng was very calm, "Children of the royal family are the most difficult to raise."

He sat in this position and went to the battlefield again, his hands were already stained with blood. In order to protect the country and the people of Mu, he had to do a lot of things.

Qing Feng's eyes dimmed, and he replied again: "Yes."

After Ye Siheng left the palace, he went straight to the Anyang Marquis Mansion.

Nan Li is embroidering hijab under Xiao Wanyi's guidance.

Needless to say that appearance.

Xiao Wanyi suddenly felt that the sixth younger sister of her family was an ordinary person, not knowing everything and being able to do everything well.

But the mandarin duck hijab is for the bride to embroider for auspiciousness, even if Xiao Wanyi wants to help, there is nothing she can do.

Hearing that Ye Siheng was coming, Xiao Wanyi didn't stay in Qingliangyuan so as not to disturb their conversation.

Without the supervision of her sister-in-law, Nanli finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put the half-embroidered hijab aside.

After Ye Siheng came in, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw the red hijab.

It was too late for Nan Li to take it back, so she blushed and said, "Don't look!"

Ye Siheng looked at her face and smiled, making people feel like a breeze: "I've seen it all, I didn't expect my A Li to like pheasants."

"..." Nanli knew that he was teasing her, but her embroidery skills are so poor, she can't point at the pheasant and say it's a mandarin duck, right?
She pursed her lips, and could only stare at Ye Siheng, "If you have the ability, you can embroider."

"Okay." Ye Siheng agreed quickly, sat down with his robe lifted, and asked Nanli to bring the red hijab and needle and thread.

Nan Li was a little surprised, and asked uncertainly: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm not bad at sewing." Ye Siheng replied naturally, without any twitching.

Nan Li was dubious, and moved all the things to Ye Siheng.

Unexpectedly, Ye Siheng's needlework was really impressive.

In just a few stitches, the pheasant was changed to look like a mandarin duck.

Nan Li's eyes widened, and she was even more surprised: "You are not only good at writing and martial arts, but you are also so good at embroidery."

"I learned it when I was in the military camp. After all, the clothes are torn, so I have to mend them myself." Ye Siheng said, not feeling ashamed.

Nan Li smiled, "Sister-in-law said that the bride has to embroider the red hijab herself. I think it would be good for the groom to help with the embroidery."

"That is." Ye Siheng said.

He embroidered it by himself, which also means auspiciousness.

He embroidered mandarin ducks, and just casually talked about today's events.

Nan Li frowned slightly, "The ghost named Xu Zhida helped him?"

Ye Siheng took out the jade pendant and said, "He seems to be inside."

Nan Li could tell at a glance that there was indeed a ghost hiding inside.

She made a hand trick to force out the ghost inside.

Sure enough, a faint ghost appeared very soon, it was a young man, dressed in official uniform, looking refined.

(End of this chapter)