Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 502 The princess is happy
Li Chengqian's sonorous words were clearly intended to clear up the atmosphere of the government and the opposition, but rather to express his position and beat those dishonest officials, such as Zou Yinglong.

After leaving a speech with the imposing manner of the prince of the Eastern Palace, Li Chengqian, supported by Xiaohuangmen, walked down the Jiulongkou step by step, leaving only the civil and military stunned.

"What? The prince is helping Fang Jun?"

"It's not so much helping Fang Jun, it's better to say helping Princess Xiangcheng."

"Yeah, we made a big fuss about the nursery rhyme before, and we really forgot to leave the golden face for Princess Xiangcheng."

Amidst the discussions of the censors, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui walked out of the Chongjiao Hall first, but there was a familiar figure beside them, Changsun Wuji.

If it weren't for Changsun Wuji's failure to go to court due to the pain of losing his son, Li Chengqian might not be able to suppress the officials so smoothly, let alone appoint a good old man to review Fang Jun's concubine matter.

After Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui left, Wei Zheng and Ma Zhou followed closely behind, but Yang Bo, who was the secretary of the Ministry of War, grabbed Shen Nianxing and congratulated him over and over again. In fact, everyone could clearly see those little things in his chest.

Yang Bo is upright and upright by nature, and his love for talents has never been concealed. He always treats Fang Yiai as his nephew, especially after tasting the fine Yaotai wine that is better than imperial wine.

"Old Shen, you've come a long way. It's easy to handle this matter. It's not a problem to add a young master and a young master in the future. Maybe you can get the title of Grand Master."

Shen Nianxing sighed, and glanced at the officials and censors beside him who had burning eyes and nostrils, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Brother Yongnian, I'm old and I'm about to retire soon. Wealth and glory are nothing for me to miss. But now His Royal Highness is throwing such a hot potato to me, it's very difficult."

Shen Nianxing was usually influenced by the "Four Books and Five Classics", and his speech was straightforward, but now he was frightened by Li Chengqian's love, and he spoke in a non-stop manner.

"Brother Shen, this matter must be handled according to the prince's intention, so that you will be safe and sound." Yang Bo cast a sympathetic look at Shen Nianxing, and was about to make more points, but was interrupted by four or five little yellow gates thoughts.

The four small yellow gates lined up in twos, carrying two loads of rewards, walked quickly to Shen Nianxing, cupped his hands and said, "Shang Shu, this is a reward from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. There are also imperial wine and brocade, which will be sent to you later." The mansion. Here are three jade belts and a pair of jasper court wats. I will send them back to your mansion first."

"Huh? Jade belt and Chaohu." Shen Nianxing looked at it carefully, but seeing that the things in the bamboo sticks were very important, he couldn't help asking curiously: "I'm afraid there are other things in it?"

Xiao Huangmen smiled coyly, and said softly: "There are two altars of wine brewed by the son-in-law. The crown prince specially ordered it to be tasted by Shangshu."

"When will Fang Jun start making wine?" Shen Nianxing stroked his gray beard and was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Bo.

With a smirk on his face, Yang Bo murmured: "If so, please go and send it to Shangshu's residence."

After finishing speaking, Yang Bo grabbed Shen Nianxing and said with a smile: "I have always heard that brother Shen is not good at drinking, why don't you treat me to a few glasses of these two fine wines?"

Shen Nianxing was well aware of Yang Bo's drinking capacity, although he felt a little bit reluctant, but thinking of the current situation, he couldn't help but ask him for advice.

Thinking about it left and right, Shen Nianxing agreed generously, "Okay, so foolish brother, please go drink with Yongnian!"

After finishing speaking, the two walked side by side, followed by a group of censors. If it weren't for the high prestige of Yang Bo, the minister of the Ministry of War, these Taoists would have blocked Shen Nianxing from talking to him.

In Zhuangyuan's mansion, Fang Yiai copied three books of rites and sent them to Du Ruhui's, Wei Zheng's and Yang Bo's mansions respectively. After finishing all these, he took the time to enjoy tea.

"It's so quiet today, I don't know what's going on with the baby?" Fang Yiai took a sip of herbal tea, recalling Gao Yang's auspicious dream the day before yesterday, and three big characters immediately appeared in his mind, "Mr. Fang."

Fang Yiai belongs to the kind of temperament who can do whatever he says. Although he has experienced two accidents in Henan Road and Wuma Road, his nature has changed little.

Pushing open the door and walking into the main room, seeing that the green curtain on the embroidered couch had not been put away, Fang Yiai frowned, walked slowly to the side of the couch, and stretched out her hand to push aside the curtain, but saw that Gao Yang was drowsy and lethargic, his delicate face was a bit haggard , as if sick.

"Shu'er?" Sitting on the edge of the couch, Fang Yiai stretched out her hand to touch Gao Yang's forehead, seeing that he didn't have any fever, her heart sank.

Gao Yang woke up leisurely, saw her husband sitting on the side of the couch with a concerned face, forced a smile, and murmured: "Brother Jun'er."

"Is Shu'er uncomfortable?" Seeing the beauty's haggard face, Fang Yi blamed himself in his heart, "It's Fang Jun's fault for neglecting the princess these few days."

Gao Yang shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Brother Jun'er is busy with business, Shu'er won't mind."

"Have you had breakfast yet? Shall I get you some wontons?"

"Shu'er wants to eat. Vinegar fish fillet."

"Vinegared fish fillets?" Fang Yiai frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, she was puzzled and said, "Shu'er wants to eat sour food? Don't you usually like to eat sour food?"

"These days I've always wanted to eat some sour food to appetize. I asked Baduan to buy a lot of candied haws, and I've finished eating them now." Gao Yang sat up and leaned against Fang Yiai's arms, holding his belly and cheeks full of bruises. tenderness.

Smiling close to Fang Yi'ai's ear, Gao Yang imitated her husband and blew softly, whispering softly, "Brother Jun'er, Shu'er seems to be happy."

"Ah?" Fang Yiai murmured, "If there is, then there is."

After mumbling, Fang Yiai's temporarily short-circuited brain recovered instantly, "What! Shu'er! I'll go find Mr. Guan Mu Tongguan!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai carefully told Gao Yang to lie down, then strode out of the main room and knocked open the east and west rooms.

Qin Jingniang, Xiangcheng, and Xie Yaohuan stood in front of the main hall, looking at Fang Yiai who was giggling nonstop, all showing anxious expressions.

"He Lang, don't scare the servants."

"Fang Lang, what's the matter?"

"Officer, official?"

Fang Yiai smiled slightly, like a child urchin showing off his new acquisitions with his friends, and said softly and mysteriously: "Shu'er may be happy."

"Go and accompany her quickly, don't let her get pregnant!" After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai hurried all the way, found Fan Jin who was weeding in the backyard, and asked him three times to invite Guan Mutong, Then there was a bunch of lengthy nonsense, and in the end, for fear of neglecting the old imperial doctor, he simply asked someone to go with Fan Jin in a sedan chair, and then he gave up.

In this way, in the main room, Xie Yaohuan was holding a teacup, Qin Jingniang was fanning a Suzhou embroidered fan, Xiangcheng was peeling sour tangerines, and Fang Yiai kept leaning back and forth in the room, muttering as she walked, "Mr. Fang? Mr. Fang? Haha!"

Although Gao Yang was born in the imperial family, but considering how considerate he is today, and the person he serves is either a princess or the daughter of a prince, plus the "confidant of the eldest grandson empress", needless to say, the stars will be all over the moon for a while.

After a long while, Guan Mutong finally arrived for Fang Yiaipan, and along with his companion, there was also that good old man who couldn't get off the tiger, Shen Nianxing.

Under Fan Jin's guidance, an official and a doctor walked slowly to the main room. Just as they stepped over the threshold, they bumped into Xiangcheng who was peeling oranges.

"Princess."

Seeing Xiangcheng's calm demeanor, Shen Nianxing stuttered, even Guan Mutong was extremely surprised.

"Huh?" Looking at Shen Nianxing, Fang Yiai cried inwardly, she hurriedly stepped forward and cupped her hands, and said, "Uncle Shen, when did you arrive?"

"The old man and Mr. Guan came here together." Shen Nianxing turned his head to the side, no longer looking at Xiangcheng, and said to Fang Yiai with his hands together: "My son-in-law, can you and I speak?"

"Okay." Fang Yiai nodded slightly, and turned to Guan Mutong: "Mr. Guan, my wife is slightly ill, please do your best."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai and Guan Mutong walked out of the main room slowly, and walked side by side towards the main hall.

Guan Mutong put down the medicine box worriedly, looked at Gao Yang in the tent, and felt uneasy, "The son-in-law called me here in such a hurry, could it be that the princess is suffering from a sudden illness? The son-in-law's medical skills are ten times and a hundred times better than mine, why is it superfluous?"

Even Guan Mutong couldn't think of it, the concubine of the famous Xinglin, apart from using Jiuyang Jinzhen and Zhenqi to cure diseases, he couldn't even feel the most basic sliding pulse.
Guan Mutong took the stool brought by Fan Jin, sat on the side of the couch and cupped his hands: "Princess, please remove the jade arm."

As soon as the words came out, Gao Yang stretched out his left arm slowly, while Guan Mutong covered Gao Yang's wrist with a plain handkerchief, and only then cautiously felt his pulse.

After a while, Guan Mutong's face turned from cloudy to clear, and under the gaze of everyone, he murmured: "Princess. You are happy."

(End of this chapter)