My Princess Has Been Reborn

The next day was the Great Dynasty Meeting, and anyone with sufficient ranks of Manchu civil and military ranks would participate.

Now that three years have passed, Lu Qipei has the convenience of being a concierge, and his official position has been promoted by two levels. He has been promoted from Dali Temple to Shaoqing. And Shaoqing, who used to be the old man because of Dali Temple, has now taken his place and has become the head of the film completely alone.

Hurrying to attend the court meeting, Lu Qipei went out early. On the contrary, Qi Yang got up after he had enough sleep. After breakfast, he settled some affairs in the palace, and finally set off before midday before entering the palace.

Of course, Qi Yang wouldn't go to the East Palace immediately after entering the palace, she went to the Xuanshi Hall first.

The emperor had just sent away his important ministers to relax, and he heard that Qi Yang had been asking for information. Now that Qi Yang has been out of the palace for a long time, he can't meet every now and then like when he lived in the palace, but the relationship between the father and daughter did not fade. It is all maintained by Qiyang.

When Qi Yang entered the palace, he accompanied the emperor to talk for a while, and specially explained Lu Sheng for Lu Qipei.

After hearing this, the emperor was noncommittal, and only said: "The emperor and the horse are not too young anymore. It is better to have two heirs. If there is anything wrong, there are many sacred hands in the hospital, and there is no need to avoid doctors."

This is still a question of the emperor's first heir before her, and as soon as he said it, he talked about the imperial doctor... Qi Yang pursed his lips, almost not revealing any more emotions. Fortunately, I finally held back, and only looked down and said, "I understand, thank you father for your concern."

The emperor nodded when he heard the words, and said nothing more about it. This sentence can be mentioned because Qi Yang's mother concubine is no longer there, and there is no queen in the palace to mention it. The father and daughter changed the subject immediately, and after chatting for a while, Qi Yang accompanied the emperor for lunch.

After lunch, the emperor did not leave Qi Yang again: "Today, when you enter the palace, you want to see the prince. He has recently become ill again. You can go and see it. By the way, I will persuade him, don’t take yourself The persecution is too much." After speaking, he sighed a little.

Qi Yang retired, feeling heavy, and turned to the East Palace.

In the East Palace, the prince did not rest and recuperate.

When Qi Yang followed the palace man into the front hall, he heard a coughing sound from a distance, suppressing his heart-piercing lungs. She couldn't help speeding up and walked in, and she saw the prince lying in front of the case, his face flushed with a cough covering her mouth.

This is not the first time Qi Yang has seen this scene, but every time he sees it, his heart can't stop beating wildly. She walked up quickly, patted the prince on her back and stroked her chest, and waited for a long time before the cough stopped.

The prince put down the veil covering his mouth and looked at Qi Yang with a smile: "Is the imperial sister here?"

Qi Yang couldn't laugh at all. She worriedly persuaded: "Since the emperor is sick, he should take a good rest. Why bother with these government affairs? I just came out of my father, and my father feels distressed when he sees you like this."

The prince still laughed when he heard the words, and looked like he didn't care much: "It's just a little bit of wind and cold, but the emperor's sister is too worried. After two days of warming, this little illness will naturally be cured, so don't worry too much."

That's how it is said, but only the prince knows his situation best-his body is deteriorating, and he is guarded by Liang Guo's best doctor, using Liang Guo's best medicinal materials, and he has been nurtured for three years. To no avail. He doesn't expect his body to get better now, but his pride doesn't allow him to live as a sickly invalid.

If government affairs were delayed because of illness, the emperor would feel sorry for him and Baiguan would forgive him. But that was all temporary. If he stays on the sickbed for a long time and nothing can be done, then the emperor's love will fade, and Baiguan will no longer have him as the prince in his heart.

The prince did not regard power as more important than life, but today, he seems to have no choice.

Qi Yang persuaded him more than once, and it was not surprising to get such a response. She sighed again, and had to say, "No matter what, I hope that the emperor will take care of his health. In addition, the husband visited two famous doctors outside the house a few days ago, and when they were taken back to the palace in a few days, he asked the emperor to show them. Look, it's best if you get something."

The prince was not a stubborn stubborn temper, his brows softened by two points, and he smiled and nodded, "Okay."

After a few words, the prince also completely slowed down, but his face faded from coughing, and he suddenly became a little pale. This made Qi Yang feel a little worried. After trying the tea temperature on the trial table, he handed over a cup of tea.

The prince took a sip of the tea, but what he had in the mouth was not the refreshing fragrance of tea, but the faint fragrance of medicine-he was sick this time, and even the tea he drank was changed to medicated tea. Although his condition is getting better after the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he still obviously feels that his body is getting weaker and weaker. I really don't know how long he can survive this long?

Thinking of this, my heart can't help feeling sad, and a little bit more worry climbs into my heart.

Various negative emotions were surging, and he was quickly pressed back. The prince’s gloomy eyes rekindled the starting point. He put down the tea cup and took out a book from the dark side at hand, looked at Qi Yang and handed it over: "Take it."

Qi Yang closed his eyes and took it with both hands: "Thank you, Brother Huang."

It was already half afternoon when Qi Yang came out of the East Palace.

Before leaving the hall, she looked back and saw the familiar thin figure still sitting in front of the case.

There are two high stacks of memorabilia on the case table, one has been reviewed, and the other has not been reviewed. The prince took a memo and read it for a while. After thinking about it, he seemed to have made a decision, so he picked up the pen and wrote down the instructions. After receiving another pile of approval, he went to take the next one.

This is the picture that Qi Yang sees most often in the East Palace. Since the crown prince was weak, the emperor has handed over a part of the memorial to the East Palace, and it has been ten years since the prince criticized the memorial. But today, looking at the scene again, Qi Yang was a little bit sad for no reason-since the prince returned to Beijiang three years ago, his right hand was half-worn and he couldn't stand a long pen, so he turned to practice left hand writing.

Qi Yang actually knew why the prince forced himself here. There are kings in the dynasty looking at him, his right hand is a handle, and his weakness and sickness are even more criticized. If he is not cruel to himself, how can he still have a foothold in the dynasty?

The position of the prince seems to be stable, but in fact it is already at stake!

But the prince could not fall, because too many people had gathered around him, and no one could bear the shock caused by his fall. What's more, none of the kings in the dynasty can take the burden of the crown prince. They are all ambitious.

Qi Yang stared at the prince's figure, before taking back his gaze for a long time, and finally stepped out of the hall with the book in his sleeve.

Not long after leaving the hall, and before leaving the East Palace, Qi Yang met a group of people again.

The leader was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy wearing a small crown and a light yellow robe. When he saw Qi Yang, he stepped forward and said, "Aunt Qi Yang. I haven't seen my aunt for a long time, but my aunt has met the father and the king. gone back?"

Qi Yang nodded, looked at the boy with gentle brows, and said to him: "Exactly, it's not early, I should leave the palace. Go to the front hall and watch, don't make your father too tired." Wei paused and said: "You are not young anymore. I think you can help."

The young boy bowed his head and said yes, and exchanged greetings with Qi Yang, before bowing to send her away.

Qi Yang nodded and left, and the young man behind him watched her disappear from sight, and then turned to the front hall. He was the eldest son of the prince and the eldest grandson of the emperor. Unfortunately, it was not the prince's concubine, but the prince always treated him. Not so kind. In the past two years, when he was a little older, the prince brought him around and taught him, and he finally appeared in front of everyone.

But in the final analysis, it was just an eleven or twelve-year-old grandson, and he had never shown talent, nor was he favored by the Sacred Heart as the eldest grandson. His appearance in the East Palace, in the court game, never had any influence.

Qi Yang's thoughts only turned halfway around the boy, and when he left the East Palace, he also let it go.

When she went out of the palace gate, she was still a little depressed, but when she looked up, she saw Lu Qipei standing by the carriage waiting for her. Qi Yang was immediately surprised, and quickened his pace to greet him: "Why is Ngapo here?"

Lu Qipei also took a few steps forward and smiled: "There is little business today, I will pick you up in a leisurely moment."

When Qi Yang heard the words, his depression for a long time suddenly relaxed. She stepped forward and took Lu Qipei's arm, then smiled and said to her: "Since it's rare to take a break, how boring is to stay home, why don't you just walk outside?"

When Lu Qipei saw that she was in a good mood, he didn't refuse—in fact, every time Qi Yang went back to the palace to see the prince in the past two years, his mood was not so good. Today, it is good to make her worry less for a while—she just looked down. The two dressed up and said: "You and me are inconvenient to walk outside, so let's go back to the house and change clothes."

This is natural, Qi Yang happily pulled Lu Qipei and got into the carriage.

The wheels rolled, ran over the streets paved with bluestone slabs, and drove the two towards the princess mansion.

On the way, Lu Qipei asked about the palace, and Qi Yang also told her. The prince was still the same, pale and weak but insisted on being busy at the desk, and refused to listen to anyone's advice. However, the emperor raised the issue of heirs today, which made people have to care.

"Hold it, what else." Qi Yang said casually, pulling the jade tassel on Lu Qipei's waist.

The two did not want to entangle on this topic. Fortunately, the princess mansion is not far from the palace, and it will be there soon. After returning home, the two changed their official robes and palace attire, changed into a regular suit, and simply packed up before going out.

Lu Qipei, who had been joking with Qi Yang, stopped just as he stepped out of the hospital. She turned her head and looked aside, and as expected she saw the tiny figure again under the flower tree—this time Lu Sheng was bolder than before, and there was no need for the two of them to greet each other. When she saw that Lu Qipei found herself, she took the initiative Ran out from behind the flower tree.

The two maids followed behind her, telling her to run slower, and carefully protecting her from falling.

In fact, Lu Sheng ran quite steadily, with his short legs leaping upside down, before running to the two of them in a moment. She raised her head and looked at the two with bright eyes. She still shouted in a milky voice: "Your Highness, Uncle."

The child's eyes are clear and pure, and when he looks over, he seems to have endless expectations.

Qi Yang felt soft and looked at Lu Qipei: "Or, take her with him?"