Fall In Love With A Substitute

The disaster brooks no delay. Having finalized the candidate, Song Pianzhen ordered Deng Bo to leave immediately the next day.

The king of Chu made good calculations, and took the money and food away to serve as the army's salary, first to accumulate strength for rebellion, and second to make the victims resent the court.

Therefore, there were hundreds of thousands of snowflake silver that accompanied Deng Bo to buy food for disaster relief nearby.

The next day, Yang Zhiming, Shangshu of the Ministry of Households, cried poorly on his face, and the problem of the emptiness of the treasury was placed in front of Song Pianzhen again.

"Prince, there have been two or three waves of disaster relief silver, and the national treasury is in deficit. This is only the end of spring. Taxes from various places will be collected in the beginning of summer, but it is less than a million taels."

"If there is anything else, Dali will not even be able to make money for disaster relief." Yang Zhiming was sad.

This group of bad debts.

Song Pianzhen pressed his forehead and recalled the plot in detail.

Officials in Dali have the habit of borrowing money from the treasury and making IOUs, especially high-ranking officials and princes. Not only do they borrow righteously, they are extravagant and large.

"Are all the debts borrowed from the Ministry of Households paid?"

Yang Zhiming whispered: "Not at all."

"Recovering the debts owed by the treasury can alleviate the urgent need." Song Pianyan raised his eyes to look at him, and said slowly, "What does Shang Shu think?"

"..." Yang Zhiming thought about the three thousand silver taels that he still owed the treasury, his mouth opened, almost unable to speak.

He boldly raised his head and looked at the prince, but saw that the prince was resting his gaze on him, his usual gentle and steady look, but at this time it was like a heavy mountain pressing on the top, thick and heavy, and he immediately bent his back a little:

"Chen...Chen thought it was time to check the accounts."

"Well, when you wait for the meeting, bring the IOU book with you and choose someone to settle the account."

Song Pianzhen's voice was faint, and his majesty spread to the courtiers, making people involuntarily follow her request.

Yang Zhiming subconsciously strained his mind:

"Yes."

The matter of Dali is very frustrating, but it has to be dealt with a little bit. Song Pianzhen buried his head in the Hall of Yangxin. The officials were sitting in the tea room, waiting to be summoned. In the Hall of Yangxin, officials kept coming and going.

Where she has no experience, 09 is responsible for finding supplements and arranging various affairs properly. Other officials only felt that the prince had not only gotten better and better in recent days, but also had a lot of dexterity and decision-making skills, and all of them had cheered up and were not so slack.

As for people like Xu Jing and Zuo who knew Song Pianzhen's identity, their eyes were staring, and they would not consciously look at Song Pianzhen from time to time.

This is the princess who can only act like a baby...?

Song Pianzhen couldn't, and between the gaps, pretending to be grateful:

"As soon as I sat in front of the case and picked up the memorial book, I somehow thought of Brother Huang in my heart."

Zuoxiang’s tears came down immediately: "His Royal Highness, this is the heart of the dragon and the phoenix! The ambition of the prince will definitely be carried out by the princess."

Seeing the suspicion of the two loyal ministers dissipating, and turning sentimental, Song Pianzheng smiled softly and softly:

"hope so."

"how?"

The door of the hall was pushed open, and a personal shadow stepped into the hall, but it was not the servant minister, but Feng Yuexian.

Fengyue wore a bixia cloud pattern green bamboo wide-sleeved gown with a silver ruyi tattoo hanging around her waist.

She combed her horse bun, and only wore a piece of gold inlaid with jade on the side of the cloud and swayed with moths and gold ornaments, which is already a shining thing.

Song Pianzhen and Feng Yuexian have been getting along for several days, and even she can't help but be amazed when she sees a courtier for a long time and suddenly sees Feng Yuexian, let alone other people.

In silence, Feng Yuexian's voice was slightly cold, like a cool breeze blowing over the mountains:

"Why is the prince troubled and worried?"

The staff officer waiting outside did not dare to look at Feng Yuexian any more, and there were a few heads of people moving behind the Linghua window of the tea room.

"Is it the prince?"

"Otherwise, who else can it be."

"Come here to bring body replenishment soup? The prince princess blames the prince." The king of Chu faction had a profound meaning and whispered to his colleagues.

Feng Yuexian's question faintly spread from the crack in the gate of Zhengguan Temple, followed by Zuoxiang's reprimand.

People from the two factions are at odds.

Another person smiled knowingly, and consciously saw through the secrets of other people's young couples:

"It's just that I don't worry, I want to take a look."

Inside the Hall of Nourishment.

Zuoxiang continued: "...I don't pay respect to the prince, so what a decent way!"

Feng Yuexian hadn't spoken yet, Song Pianzhen knew the truth about not offending the partner, and smiled:

"There are only a few of us in the hall, and there is no need for those courtesy."

Zuoxiang blew his beard, and he wanted to talk about it.

Song Pianzhen casually said: "Otherwise, you still have to salute your grandson and daughter-in-law according to the system? Your family doesn't have to do this."

"..." Zuo Xiangyan died down, picked up the tea bowl, and sips casually.

Song Pianzhen then asked Feng Yuexian:

"Why are you looking for me?"

Song Pianzhen sits in front of the table with a straight waist and a clear demeanor. She wears black uniforms, her skin is white and snowy, and her smile is especially hot.

Feng Yuexian didn't know if she was deceived by the demeanor, or the two very close "grand-daughter-in-law" and "self-family" made her heart beat.

I always felt a little unexplainable restlessness, as if being gently scratched by the soft cat's paw.

Her eyes flowed, and she gestured behind her, her tone as calm as possible:

"I'm just afraid that you will get tired and dizzy on the case, so I can give some meals."

Yinxue was holding a black lacquer plate with golden auspicious clouds in his hand, and a short and squat soup cup was sitting on it. Seeing the master's gesture, he put the soup cup on the case and put it down.

She has a dexterous mouth and makes up for the master:

"The prince concubine let the medicinal black-bone chicken simmered in the small kitchen for a whole morning, which is the most nourishing yin and dryness, nourishing qi and blood."

"Trouble." Song Pian said with a smile.

Turning to look at the hourglass, he said to the left:

"I was negligent. It turned out to be unitary time. Your kneecap is not good and the hall is shady, but can you bear it?"

Zuoxiang has been in officialdom for most of his life, and he doesn't know what his grandson meant.

He sighed and said:

"The minister retires."

"Xu Jing, you personally send the left photo."

After Zuoxiang stood up, he looked at Feng Yuexian head-on. He didn't know that Feng Yuexian had already learned the real body of the prince, and he was unavoidably worried.

After those people faintly saw the princess go in through the Linghua window, Zuoxiang frowned and came out, and he was convinced of the discord between the two factions.

After the left, Song Pianzhen said:

"Is there a problem?"

Feng Yuexian just chose a seat at the bottom and sat down, after hearing this, he sneered slightly:

"There must be something to come to the Hall of Nourishment?"

"Naturally not." Song Pianzhen immediately denied, her tone helpless.

Listening to Feng Yuexian's meaning, did she become suspicious again?

"Why not?"

Xueqing scooped half a bowl from the steaming white porcelain soup cup with great wintry, and handed it to Song Pianjiao.

In order to dispel Feng Yuexian's suspicion, Song Pianzhen was indeed a little hungry. He took two or three spoons and said:

"It tastes good."

Feng Yuexian then stopped.

She looked at the little princess obediently drinking soup, and finally brought some comfort between her eyes.

"There are so many things to be busy?" She said as if nothing had happened, "I just came in, there are still many courtiers in the tea room."

"It's been busy for two or three days."

For two or three days in a row, it was all in a hurry. Yesterday, I just rested in the Nuange of Yangxin Hall and never returned.

"No, there are too many official duties in front of me, and the folders everywhere are under pressure." Song Pian sighed softly after swallowing the fragrant chicken soup.

Why not let Chinese book save it?

This question went through Fengyue's mind, and she found the answer herself—

With Li Zi here, Song Pianzhen would dare to let go of it easily. There were many things and many people who wanted to come, and she had to see it with her own eyes to be relieved.

She looked at Song Pianju, her shoulders were thin and thin, how could she withstand the pressure of Dali, even a man like Song Yu—

"The princess is still the phoenix body."

She blurted out, and when she reacted, she picked up the tea bowl to block her expression, and said leisurely:

"Don't get tired, otherwise, no one in Dali can stand up again."

The first time Feng Yuexian cared about Song Pianzhen, Song Pianzhen was surprised. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she realized that she was indeed Dali's loyal minister.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Song Pian said with a light smile.

The quick pass must give her time to complete the task.

Feng Yuexian looked at her smile, gently closing her eyes.

She found a conversation and said, "Dun Bo, you can rest assured."

Then, she heard Song Pianzhen's warm voice: "You can take care of me, so feel relieved."

Song Pianzhen... speaks very nicely.

Feng Yuexian, who was like a big cat, was smoothed, ironed all over his body, as if basking in the sun, so comfortable that his bones were lazy.

She was burned by the sun, and it was easy to remember:

"Concubine Xian invited me to talk in her palace tomorrow."

Song Pianzhen stopped writing, leaving a small round ink dot:

"She can't sit still?"

Feng Yuexian sneered lightly, with a sharp look across his eyes:

"Deng Bo has gone to Surabaya. Naturally, Concubine Xian is worried."

Song Pian smiled and said, "Then take a lot of free time and comfort Concubine Xian."

Dealing with the concubine Xian was originally another purpose of closing the moon into the palace.

At this time, I changed someone else, and he must be a little humble, say something like "share the worries for your highness", but Feng Yuexian was confused by the laughter of others, and opened his mouth:

"This is my intention, and you don't need to say."

Song Pianzhen still smiled, like a pool of spring water drenched with silver shimmering waves, so beautiful.

The spring water was shining lightly like silver foil, and the movement of nodding was like a spring bud swaying, softly:

"it is good."

Feng Yuexian's heart was also wrinkled.

Concubine Xian lived in Yixi Palace, and Fengyue got out of the chariot, and saw that the gate of Yixi Palace was wide open, but there was no one to welcome him, only two small palace attendants standing down in front of the palace gate.

Xiaojiaqi dismissed his horse.

Seeing Feng Yuexian came, the little palace attendant was stunned before knowing to salute.

Feng Yuexian did not squint, and led the people straight in, his feet were extremely stable, and he took Yixi Palace out of the East Palace in a calm manner.

I even looked at the strange flowers and plants arranged on the left and right with great interest. These hard-to-find flowers and plants can be seen everywhere in the Yixi Palace.

In front of the window of the main hall, a tree burl flower was like a fire, and the phrase "the burl flower bloomed eagerly."

The implication also coincides with the position of the concubine in the palace.

Except for the first queen and the sons and daughters, only the concubine Xian is the symbol of the many sons of the pomegranate, and Song Qu and Song Duan are all princes under the concubine's knees, which is no worse than the first queen.

Due to the prince's congenital deficiency, frailty and sickness, there were not a few courtiers who placed their bets on the second prince.

The main hall of the Yixi Palace welcomed the Concubine Xianfei's personal palace lily, saluting:

"The crown prince Wanfu, the concubine Xian is waiting for you inside, and there are He Jieyu and Ningcai people who are talking together."

"Get up." Feng Yuexian said lightly, passing by the side of Daylily, leaving only a touch of cold fragrance.

She walked to the hall, and she saw three women waiting for herself.

In the upper seat was a sage concubine with a crimson flowered dress and a beaded head. Two other people sat in sequence underneath.

Look at the clothes, the one who is low-key, but you can still see the clothes on his body should be He Qiuchan. The other one who remained pure was Ning Yao, who had been sent to the palace by the Ning family, and was a talented person.

After each salute, a few people took their seats.

Hemerocallis brought a new tea.

Unlike others, these concubines entered the palace early, Feng Yuexian did not like to attend palace banquets, and it was the first time they saw Feng Yuexian.

Magnificent and unparalleled, sleek and unreasonable, but also with a cold beauty, which is the most tickling.

Ning Yaomeng even came up with an idea, if Feng Yuexian had entered the palace a few years earlier, it would have been a turn to be favored by the concubine in the sixth house.

She subconsciously glanced at the Xian concubine Xi's light eyebrows, and saw that her extremely beautiful face was difficult to hide in front of Feng Yuexian, and the corners of her eyes had fine lines that could not be covered by powder. She felt happy in her heart, and she blocked her expression with a fan. , Said:

"The princess is so charming."

"Isn't it? The concubines are stunned." He Qiuchan softly and softly.

Concubine Xian drank hot tea and said:

"The palace has never seen the princess, so I called her to meet the previous one. But your mouth is blunt, and when you see someone else's skin, you all praised her."

She glanced at Feng Yuexian, "Is it the newly married youngest daughter, she is filled with joy, and the color adds three points."

This was a compliment and derogation. On the surface, Feng Yuexian praised Feng Yuexian's good looks, and it alluded that her color Jiaoyan was because of the flattery and the newlywed buff, which was not worthy of the truth.

Feng Yuexian easily understood what she meant. Although the general population was simple, she didn't have the skill to lighten the house fight, but at all banquets, women's lip service was not less, and it was really boring.

But remembering the "Eastern Palace face" that was very important to the little princess, the princess had to take care of the overall situation.

Concubine Xian is extremely afraid of others saying that he is old and cares about his appearance.

As the crown prince’s eyes flashed, she was squeezed like shatters of gold leaf in amber wine, she slightly curled her lips, and she was very charming in a soft silver light Luo long gown:

"You praise me like that, I really deserve it."

The corners of Concubine Xian's lips raised, and before she could speak again, Feng Yue Xianyun said softly:

"The elders look at the juniors, and they are always good everywhere-I think I should be about the same age as Concubine Qi? I wonder why Concubine Qi doesn't serve in Yixi Palace?"

Concubine Xian shook her hand and almost poured out the tea. She stared directly at Feng Yuexian's face, her hand gripped the tea bowl tightly, and her joints turned white.

Feng Yuexian, this cheap embryo!

With a few words, Feng Yuexian first gave the "elder" this year to the concubine, and mentioned "I am about the same age as your daughter-in-law", and finally cue the concubine Qi.

Want to come to Qi side concubine, can't see anyone at this time.

A trace of irony flashed in Feng Yue's eyes.

He Qiuchan's voice is still soft and soft: "But I haven't seen Concubine Qi Side in the past few days."

Ningcai laughed lightly, with an inexplicable tone: "Xu Shi is copying the scriptures for the concubine Xian again."

In terms of rank, the crown princess' rank is no lower than that of the four concubines. In terms of ability, the concubine did not dare to impulsively and Feng Yuexian tear her face apart.

She had a gloomy face, her lips drooped, and she turned to exasperate with Ningcai, and scolded:

"Ningcai people, I don't know about it. Are you paying attention to the second prince?"

"You know exactly what Qi side concubine is doing?" She patted the red sandalwood table with a loud noise.

Ning Cairen was startled and got up and knelt down in the hall.

"My sister dare not, but I hope sister Xianfei will calm down."

Concubine Xian still wanted to kill the chicken and show it to the monkey, how could she let her go:

"Perhaps this palace is too kind on weekdays, your bones are loose, you almost forgot about the rules of the palace, eh?"

Concubine Xian has been accumulating prestige for a long time, and no one in the room dared to speak out with this anger.

Feng Yuexian put aside the tea bowl and let out a soft collision, breaking the dead silence.

"The concubine Xian calmed down her anger," she said leisurely, not at all deterred by the air.

The sage concubine raised her voice: "Prince princess, this palace is ordered by the emperor to rule the sixth palace. Why, can't you intervene?"

"Don't dare." Feng Yuexian smiled, already a little impatient in her heart, this kind of drama is really vulgar, it is better to go to Yangxin Hall to see the little princess.

But Ning Yaomeng seemed to have suffered on her behalf. She glanced at Ning Yaomeng on the ground and said:

"But in a word of familiarity, why should the concubine Xian be angry? I don't know, I think Ningcai made a mistake by mistake."

"What does He Jieyu think?"

He Qiuchan, who was watching the show, was cueed inexplicably. He looked at the scene and had no choice but to say: "My mother calms down her anger, gets angry and hurts her body, and her complexion will also change."

"My palace just said a few words about her, look at you one by one..."

Concubine Xian's complexion was slightly stiff, and the anger on the bright face was really reduced.

Thinking about Feng Yuexian's words, she felt a sense of crisis to be seen through. She worried about her expression and looked at Ning Yao's dream on the ground, slightly unwilling to say:

"Get up and be cautious in your words and deeds."

"Why don't you see the three princes?"

Feng Yuexian asked about the last thing about this trip. She could leave after seeing this person. Concubine Xian didn't want to stay too much for a moment.

"Go to the imperial garden to play with the second princess." Concubine Xian said, only then allowed Hemerocallis to bring all the children, which shows the frivolity of this meeting.

After talking some useless nonsense, Feng Yuexian didn't even have the interest to drink tea, and then waited until the third prince Song Duan and the second princess Song Yingguang.

It stands to reason that under the control of the concubine, few concubines can get pregnant with a dragon, let alone go through difficulties and obstacles to give birth and grow up smoothly.

The second princess Song Yingguang can be called the miracle of life in the dragon daughter of Dali's generation.

When the two people came in, Song Yingguang was obviously the one who had been bullied. There was a princess with a dignified gray face, her breast-length skirts were torn apart, and she looked for her concubine He Qiuchan eagerly.

He Qiuchan's eyes were full of pain: "What's the matter?"

"The third brother hit me with a rock and told me to hide, I can't avoid..." the second princess cried.

Song Duan is obviously a little bully with a bear kid. He was about eleven or twelve years old when he was in total. He was tall and strong, lawless, and yelled to the concubine as soon as he came in:

"Mother concubine, Song Yingguang is stupid and she runs so slowly. If she is smarter, can she be beaten by me?"

"Come on and have a cup of tea--" Concubine Xian said, turning to Song Yingguang's side, her voice a little impatient, "It's not a good time to fight between children, don't pamper her, it's unlucky to cry."

The bear child bears the parents wantonly and recklessly.

Feng Yuexian was watching coldly.

He Qiuchan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and it seemed as if he was about to cry with his daughter, but he didn't dare to go back to the palace with his daughter to call a doctor.

Song Duan, the bear child over there, had finished drinking a bowl of tea. He was so defiant at a young age that he looked at other women.

It must be the concubines of those accustomed fathers--

The moment Song Duan turned his head stuck at the moment he saw Feng Yuexian, his eyes glowed with coveting:

"Mother, who is this?"

Concubine Xian said casually: "Your sister-in-law."

"It's so pretty, she's much better than you!"

"..."

Concubine Xian's face was dark at the time.

Ning Cairen smiled in his stomach and held back his laughter very hard.

Feng Yuexian looked at the bear child, but his eyes were filled with disgust and coldness.

"...The imperial physician you sent, the princess, was rushed back to the hospital by the concubine Xian earlier. Concubine Qi has been hiding in the palace and has not seen anyone for three to five days."

In the early morning, Yinbing combed her hair for Fengyuexue, while Yinxue was talking clearly about the palace.

Song Pianzhen, who was on the side, had her hair tied and dressed, and she had packed up.

I have to say that men's robes are indeed much more convenient. When she turned around, Feng Yuexian's wandering bun had just gotten out of shape, and had not put on any hair accessories.

The palace attendant took out three or four jewellery boxes with golden snails, tints and flowers. The box itself, painted different flowers, characters, or interesting birds and animals, was already extremely exquisite.

When the box is opened, the golden hairpins and silver hairpins will shake Huasheng, the golden white jade jade bracelet, ruby ​​sapphire turquoise hibiscus stone, crystal amber agate opal, full of dangdang, extremely luxurious.

Although Song Pianzhen had seen these in her memory, she hadn't really come into contact with it. There was no woman who was not attracted to jewelry. She approached slightly and took a look. Especially the craftsmanship of the golden silk was extremely delicate.

However, with this rough sweep, she saw many golden moth ornaments in it, as well as inlaid butterfly hairpins, butterfly-patterned silver hairpins, gold-inlaid jade four butterflies and hanging beads swaying...

She was taken aback.

"What?" Feng Yuexian seemed to faintly see her look in the mirror.

"Nothing." Song Pian smiled, "Yue Xian likes butterflies?"

Feng Yuexian scanned her eye box: "Well, it looks comfortable."

Song Pianju picked up the gold-inlaid jade four-butterfly bead and shook the upper four butterflies into a flying shape. The underside was embellished with beads and jade, which was very delicate and delicate.

"Use this?" She handed it over.

Picking jewelry for yourself? Feng Yuexian is not a person who likes others to make decisions for herself, but perhaps she really likes butterflies. She does not reject using the steps picked by the little princess——

Maybe she wanted to wear this today?

With Feng Yuexian's acquiescence, Yinbing swayed into the black temple.

Song Pianzhen could only wear a robe and helped her make up. Seeing that Feng Yuexian had to put on gold tinsel, she took the thin gold tinsel and volunteered to deal with it.

Jin Tian is also called "Golden Cicada" because it is as thin as a cicada's wings. This golden tin is cut into a peach blossom shape. Drinking ice said to stick it on Fengyue's hair.

There is a layer of glue on the back of Jin Tian. You have to lick it with the tip of your tongue to make it soft and sticky before it can stick to your makeup.

Feng Yuexian ghost turned around in a divine manner.

Song Pianzhen stood in front of the window, half-open, with a Luan mirror beside her, and she was covered with thin golden light like woven gold.

She stretched out the tip of her wet tongue and tapped it on the thin peach blossom gold tin.

The crow's temples are like clouds, and the skin is whiter than snow, and the unpainted puff of autumn water is stained with the light pink and greasy color of peach blossoms.

She is more delicate than peach blossom.

The wind blew gently, blowing away the unswept flowers on the window lattice, and a petal rolled down on Feng Yuexian's hair.

Song Pianju's lips and teeth dexterously rolled, leaving only a trace of dampness.

She stretched out her slender, white fingers in front of Feng Yuexian, her fingertips adorned with peach blossoms, and her brows were light:

"Look, this is feasible?"