Fall In Love With A Substitute

Feng Yuexian had made a temporary intention. She really didn't think about what the bet was.

She pointed to the chess piece unconsciously, rubbed the side of the arc of the chess piece with her fingers, her eyes fell on Song Pianqi's smooth forehead.

Feng Yuexian remembered the golden tinsel that had fallen to her forehead.

The rubber that was disintegrated by Song Pian, the Yingying peach blossom with perfumed dew —

Don't open her eyes, her throat is slightly hoarse:

"Just bet..."

"Ok?"

"I gambled, and the ones who lost tried the new clothes sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs one by one.

Feng Yuexian asked me to make up for it: "Drinking snow urges me to try on summer clothes. I am impatient. If you lose, you will just do it for me."

Song Pian was startled, then laughed.

Feng Yuexian does not value clothing and jewelry very much, but the foundation is there. Even if he doesn't bother to wear it, everything he wears is stunning.

No matter how you jump, you can't urge the master to try on new clothes.

Thinking of it, Feng Yuexian knew that this bet was no more than a joke, so he made a joke-like bet, which was suitable for both sides.

"Okay." Song Pian said with a smile.

Feng Yuexian was about to say something more. The Xue Xue that she had used as a reprieve came, holding a square tray of snails and peony in her hand, with a Ru kiln dish on top, and her voice was clear:

"My lord is blessed."

"Before the small kitchen made a butterfly noodle dish and it won the Prince's Award, but it made them happy. Today I presented a snack again, this is to ask for a reward."

There was only one sick master in the East Palace before, and he relied on a light regimen for everything. After Fengyue came free, he didn't stop coming.

After Feng Yuexian ate for a few days, she seemed to lose her appetite and ate less.

After Song Pianzhen noticed it, he asked Xueqing to go to the small kitchen to inform him, and by the way, he found a pastry called butterfly noodles from his memory to eat, and asked them to do the same.

The butterfly noodles were brought up with a thin skin. I don't know what vegetable juice to dye with. The butterfly wings have green patterns on them, which is very delicate. When floating in the steaming soup, it flutters and flies like a butterfly.

Feng Yuexian used two bowls on that day and didn't miss half of the butterfly. Obviously, he liked it very much.

Seeing that she liked it, Song Pianzhen gave the small kitchen a reward. I want to come to the small kitchen to estimate the owner's preferences, and I developed it more carefully, and it is what I have today.

"What is it?"

Yinxue put the dish on the table. It was originally a crisp spot, but it was also made into a butterfly shape, which is similar to the butterfly noodles.

That crisp is a palm-sized, layered crispy, close to it, you can smell a touch of milk.

Song Pianzhen suddenly remembered that she had seen similar pastries in another world.

There is one person who really likes to eat.

Love to eat until the fans know it clearly. The agent Luo Chun regards it as a big enemy, and the assistants of other homes help buy coffee every day, and the one that Liu Lele goes to most is West Point House——

"You try it first? I don't know what the slave maid is called—the maid told them that you don't like sweets. The small kitchen might not like you, so it won't take much effort to name it."

Yinxue's voice was as clear as a bird cry, interrupting Song Pianju's thoughts.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheeks.

Song Pianzhen suddenly became a little tired.

Maybe this body is really easy to get tired.

She opened the book and got up to go back to the bed and take a nap.

That Xiang Fengyuexian is already trying snacks.

"It tastes good." Feng Yuexian took another bite. Xu was that the snack was so crispy that even Song Pianju could hear the thin cracks exploding between his lips and teeth.

"Eh? You don't like sweetness?" Yin Xue was stunned, "I think it's the look of this snack that matches your eyes."

"You'll find a reason." Feng Yuexian didn't explain anything, only smiled and cursed.

The conversation on the other side reached Song Pianjue's ears. Without disturbing Feng Yuexian's interest in tasting the delicacies, she turned and left quietly.

"If your Royal Highness likes it, you don't need to change your taste, but you can get a reward directly."

"The name hasn't been decided yet?" Feng Yue said idlely. It sounded that his voice was a little bit crisper with the snack in the entrance.

"Yes."

"It's called Butterfly Crisp."

Song Pianzhen missed the shot, stopped subconsciously, and looked back suddenly.

In front of the table, Feng Yuexian had a slender figure with slender fingers, only a small half of the dessert in her hand, and crumbs fell between her fingers like jade.

Song Pianzhen could only see her beautiful and charming side face, but soon, Feng Yuexian looked around and turned her head around, her eyes were shining, and stars fell in her eyes:

"Do you want to try it?"

Song Pian stood there, her lips pursed slightly.

Yinxue over there smiled: "His Royal Highness is afraid that it is not along the butterfly face that made the name of such a butterfly cake? It is a series of people."

"Does it deserve the name?" Feng Yue said lazily.

She also didn't know why she saw this appearance, she thought it should be called Butterfly Crisp. It is not certain that it is the reason why Yinxue said that there is a butterfly face in front, which looks like a butterfly, and it is normal to call it butterfly cake.

Song Pianyu understood.

That is the case.

It was a coincidence.

Song Pianzhen said, "I don't need it anymore, some of you are tired, take a nap."

Feng Yuexian was about to ask carefully, and the ice-drinking box came quickly, seeing that things had progressed.

Sajin Qingluo put down the curtain, but she couldn't sleep for a long time.

"09."

"Host." 09 responded quickly.

Song Pianzhen calmed down before asking, "People in the small world will not appear in another small world, will they?"

"Yes." The 09 voice resolutely said, "The small worlds we come to are all of the same level, belonging to different time and space, and there is no way to open channels between small worlds."

"Hmm." Song Pian paused, her voice lighter, "Can I check the status of the world's quest objects?"

Isn't this just asking Lin Qinglu?

09 Automatically translated, I was a little unclear, as if a great talent had emotion, but unfortunately, she said in a low voice:

"After leaving the world, I cannot inquire."

09 waited, did not wait until the host continued to speak. She inexplicably intuitively felt that the host was not asleep, held her head for a while, and said busy:

"But the last world ran very healthy, and no follow-up notification of abnormality was received here. The host can rest assured that Lin--the quest object must be doing well."

It was silent for a long time.

"Thank you, 09."

After Song Qu left Yixi Palace, he invited a cronie to ask: "Feng Yuexian can be in Qianqing Palace today?"

"Back to your Highness, no."

The cronies know what the master thinks, and he eagerly said:

"In the past few days, the princess did not work in the Qing Palace. It is rare for the prince to be angry and hurt in the Hall of Yangxin.

"Today, the princess was caught in the foot. Perhaps it is the best time. I hope your Royal Highness will act decisively!"

Why didn't Song Qu understand this, especially the loss he suffered in the Palace of the Qing Dynasty before, which made him suffer a bitter lesson.

Moreover, the longer the rumors spread, for the Xi family and the prince who was born in the Xi family, there will be all harm but no benefit.

The rescue of Xi Qingyan was for the Xi family and for himself.

Song Qu made up his mind: "Get up and go back to Wude Hall."

"His Royal Highness—"

"There is still some preparation to be done." Song Qu's eyes were dull, like gray clouds of wet tides, "This crisis is serious, and Feng Yue is waiting to watch. You can't take it slowly, and make sure you hit it."

The cronies seem to feel something.

When Song Qu returned to the Wude Hall, he immediately ordered a stew from the Imperial Dining Room.

The Wu De Hall did not have a small kitchen. After a short stay, he changed his robe and prepared to go out.

Qi Baozhu personally served him and attached a jade pendant to him: "His Royal Highness... are you going to the Qing Palace to fulfill your filial piety?"

"Yeah." Song Qu answered casually.

"Your Highness has worked hard."

Qi Baozhu said, the jade pendant on his hand hadn't been fastened for a long time, Song Qu was a little impatient, and just about to wave her hand open, the wind was brought to Qi Baozhu's face, he suddenly remembered something, his hand stopped abruptly.

He stroked Qi Baozhu's side cheek, pinched her chin, and forced her to look up at him for a moment.

"His Royal Highness..." Qi Baozhu looked at him without blinking.

"You go to the palace with this palace." Song Qu smiled, especially gentle, "Go to your father's couch and do your filial piety."

"Yes." Qi Baozhu pretended to hesitate before responding after a pause.

Song Qu let go of her with satisfaction, turned and left first.

Qi Baozhu's palm was wet and slippery, only then took a breath.

Song Qu actually let her go!

A trace of madness flashed in Qi Baozhu's eyes, and the corners of her lips were raised silently. Thanks to Song Qu for giving her the opportunity, she was really looking forward to it——

I look forward to seeing Song Qu's fate with my own eyes.

When the cronies saw Qi Baozhu in the chariot together, they were a little confused.

Song Qu had his own ideas.

Although he had done this many times, no one could detect the abnormality, but Fengyue entered the palace like another wolf, jackal, tiger and leopard. The situation was very different from the past.

He piggybacks Qi Baozhu to add another layer of protection.

In case a month of idleness makes a person bad, or other accidents, just gently push Qi Baozhu out——

Thinking of this, Song Qu glanced at Qi Baozhu, with hypocritical pity and tenderness in his eyes.

Qi Baozhu seemed to be ignorant, sitting by his side obediently.

It's so pathetic, Song Qu thought interestingly.

When it was time for Qianqing Palace, Feng Yuexian was not there. Song Qu took Qi Baozhu and made up the soup, and inside was He Jieyu, who was attending the illness.

Seeing that the prince was coming, He Jieyu hurriedly gave up her place to wait on her bed.

He Jieyu has always been weak, Song Qu did not put her in his eyes, only glanced over, and then turned his attention to the emperor.

"Father, how well? Your son and concubine Qi has come to serve you."

"It's OK." The emperor tried to make a sound.

He Jieyu on the side whispered softly: "I was still saying that Donggong wanted to celebrate the emperor's birthday and add some joy. The emperor's dragon body must be getting better and better."

It's the East Palace again.

"The emperor's brother and sister-in-law are interested." Song Qu turned, "Although the son and minister did not have a good wife to work, but Qi side concubine is still ingenious. She is good at making soup and cooks for your father.

The emperor raised his eyes to look at Qi Baozhu, his face twitched twice: "Well, not bad."

There was a flash in Song Qu's eyes, and he ordered: "Clan Qi, don't hesitate to personally serve the emperor father with soup."

As expected, Qi Baozhu obediently filled a bowl of soup and sat on the side of the bed.

The rich chicken soup flavor floats in the Palace of Dry Qing, the fragrance is tangy, the emperor is obviously a little moved, and his eyes fall on the soup bowl.

However, Qi only stirred the chicken soup and did not feed it to the emperor.

Song Qu urged: "Wanmo let go of the cold, and carefully hurt his father's spleen and stomach."

Qi Baozhu stopped the porcelain spoon in his hand and looked back at Song Qu, his lips squirming slightly, his eyes filled with different emotions, like bitter hatred and joyful expectation.

Qi Baozhu is different!

Song Qu almost immediately noticed that he hadn't been able to figure out what the anomaly was between the electric light and the flint. Qi Baozhu had already knelt on the bed with a trembling body, his knees slammed on the ground, and the crying was worse than the impact.

"No...I can't do...Father, the second prince poisoned your dragon body with medicine! You see his true face!"

Song Qu stared openly: "Clan Qi! What are you talking nonsense!"

With tears on Qi Baozhu's face, she did not look behind her at all. She looked up at the face of the old emperor and said anxiously:

"The second prince is the daughter-in-law and the husband, the daughter-in-law's god, he has a fate, and the daughter-in-law dare not obey. But you are the true son, the **** of all people. The daughter-in-law came from the same family, and was taught by his father since childhood. Father, daughter-in-law can't do it!"

As soon as this statement came out, all the servants of the Qianqing Palace knelt on the ground, and He Jieyu was no exception.

There was dead silence in the hall.

The old man on the dragon couch has a dead face, but his eyes can still convey emotion. Unbelievable, angry and painful leaked from his muddy pupils, and a trace of doubt—

But no matter what, if the son and daughter-in-law caused such a thing in his illness, it was an offense to his Tianwei, an unforgivable sin!

The old emperor fixed his eyes on Song Qu.

Song Quzheng shouted, "Come here, the Qi family is crazy, take her for treatment!"

The emperor raised his hand with difficulty. When he fell, he felt weak when he fell, and made a dull sound. His voice was more like a muffled thunder, short and powerful:

"Come, call, call the royal doctor."

"Yes."

The **** commander stood up tremblingly and separated Song Qu and Qi Baozhu from the front of the dragon bed. At this time, his eyes were not cordial and pleased, and he was clearly on guard:

"Which is right and wrong, you have to wait for the imperial physician to examine the decoction."

Song Qu was in chaos, and he didn't even have time to think about why Qi Baozhu learned of his secrets. The current predicament has occupied all his mind——

Destroy the exhibits!

He turned his head, but saw the **** leader take away the soup bowl in Qi Baozhu's hand, and on the other side, the soup pot full of criminal evidence had been held firmly by the palace attendant.

Song Qu felt cold from under his feet.

This round is finished, and he is the turtle in the urn.

Finally, his eyes fell on Qi Baozhu's face.

How similar Qi Baozhu looked at her, it was so pitiful, she wrote in her eyes, and more, it was monstrous hatred.

I thought Qi Baozhu would use it for himself, but in the end, it was Qi Baozhu who pushed himself into the bottomless abyss.

Song Qu raised his neck and swallowed hard, but wildfire was burning in his belly, raging and suffering.

He can only hope now that the people at Pantai Hospital cannot find out the medicine.

There was also a previous time when he overdosed his father's emperor with an overdose, which caused a little abnormality, and the secret medicine was not easy to investigate. Many imperial doctors had never seen it. Those who came that time didn't know it. He only said that his father was worried about the country and was overworked.

After the father's body gradually disappeared, the matter was gone.

This time, let God take care of yourself once again——

The imperial doctor came very quickly, which was unreasonably fast, and the person who came was still too hospitalized.

Song Qu was in a trance, his head lost.

The court sentenced: "The emperor Wanfu, the Weichen was going to the East Palace to ask for a pulse. Hearing that the emperor's dragon body was ill, he turned around."

The leader of the **** hurriedly led him to see the soup pot. The court judge carefully checked it, and did not know how many methods were used, so that Song Quxin raised it again and again.

Finally, the throat has been mentioned, hanging high.

Finally, the court judge closed the lid of the soup pot, looked at the emperor on the dragon bed, and stooped deeply:

"Your Majesty, this soup contains Zhuolin seeds, which is the secret medicine of the previous dynasty. It can make people confused, dizzy, and desire what the people in front of them want."

"This secret medicine endangers the five internal organs. You are now bedridden, the emperor. If you take this medicine again, the consequences will be disastrous. Fortunately, you did not take it. This is the blessing of Dali!"

Song Qu's high-hanging heart fell down, and his body was broken to pieces, and his blood was cold.

He finally struggled:

"Your mouth is the secret medicine of the previous dynasty, this kind of thing is rarely known, so you can tell with nothing?"

He looked at the old emperor, begging and pleased: "Father, how can your children hurt you!"

The emperor did not look at him at all.

The emperor stared at the soup pot, his voice hoarse: "How did you recognize it."

The court judge Shen Ning and firmly said:

"Originally, the Weichen also didn't know. It was ten years ago when the Weichen met the great scholar Sun Qing in Xishan. By coincidence, he talked about medicine. He gave the Weichen the notes of the former imperial doctor."

"Everything is the same as the cognition of the current court, and Weichen believes that Zhuo Linzi is no exception."

The judge's voice was sonorous and powerful: "If the second prince doesn't believe it, you can pick up the executed prisoner from prison to test the medicine, and there will be a conclusion."

Sun Qing...

Sun Qing is Feng Yuexian's master!

Song Quru was severely hammered, his expression no longer calm, his body shook so badly that he was about to vomit and bleed.

In the end, everything is a round of idleness!