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Alan heartache tunnel: "slave know master a painstaking effort, but always so endure is not a thing, ah, in case of minor illness boil into a serious illness can do?"

Shen Xijun calmed his breath, shook his head and said, "it's just a cough. You like to make a fuss if it can become a serious illness. Besides, don't you still have sugar and Sydney Soup for me?"

"But it's not medicine after all. It's not good after taking it for so many days. You'd better pass it on to the imperial doctor. If the master is really worried, let's act quietly and don't spread it out."

"There is no impermeable wall in the world. The story of illness in our palace has been spread out." While they were talking, ah Zi came in with the newly stewed rock sugar and Sydney soup, scooped a bowl of it and gave it to Shen Xijun, who was still coughing from time to time. While the latter was drinking the soup, ah LAN pulled ah Zi to say a few words in a low voice, hoping that she could help persuade Shen Xijun to call a doctor to see it.

Ah Zi sighed, "you've been with the master for so many years, don't you understand? Once the master decides, things will never change, otherwise..." She lowered her voice and whispered, "the master will not be sitting here today. At that time, your Majesty would not marry him."

Alan thought about it, too, and said with chagrin: "it's all the Wei's magic, which makes your majesty lose his memory. Otherwise, it won't give huifei a chance to take advantage of it."

Ah Zi said curiously, "when did you have a huifei in the palace?"

Alan said: "even Zhao Zhaorong, I don't know what kind of soup she has given her majesty to make her a concubine. In addition to this, she has also encouraged her majesty to draft."

Ah Zi changed color slightly and said with a sneer, "she has a way."

Shen Xijun finished the last bit of Sydney soup, Yang Mou said: "what are you two whispering with our Palace on your back?"

Ah Zi took the empty bowl in her hand and said, "what can the maidservants say in secret is to hope that your majesty can think of the past days earlier, so that the one in Hanzhang palace will not always stir up the wind and rain."

"It won't be long." Shen Xijun got up and went to the long window. He pushed open the vermilion window and looked at Huang Ying, who was shuttling between peach blossom branches. He murmured, "as long as your concubine comes back, your majesty will be able to recover his memory and recall the past. Before that, our palace will try to hold down Zhao Pingqing."

"In fact, the master can ask the Empress Dowager to come forward and directly ask his majesty to dethrone the Zhao family. Why bother?" Purple asked her to bear the question for many days. Not only her, but also Alan was full of doubts. In the past, her master was weak and could not be favored by her majesty, but Zhao Pingqing could not. But now with the help of the empress dowager, how could she still work so hard.

Shen Xijun said with an astringent smile: "can you remember what happened in Jinling City after Wei's mother and son were killed and Dongling left with her concubine?"

Ah Zi looked at each other and said, "naturally, it's the Empress Dowager who posted up the imperial list and called the strange people and scholars in the world to explain the art for your majesty."

"One more thing." Shen Xijun brushed her broken hair at her temples, sprinkled gold and silk on her arms like flowing water. "On the third day of Dongling's retreat, Zhao Hou sold all his family property, filled it with silver and put it into storage, and called all Zhao's children together to donate silver and grain to support the imperial court's attack on Dongling and promote the great power of Zhou." At this point, she took a deep breath and sighed: "overnight, Zhao Hou became the representative of a loyal minister and a good general. If Zhao Pingqing was killed at this time, the people who did not know the truth would think that his Majesty was ignorant and harmed Zhongliang. Therefore, the Empress Dowager and the Palace did not dare to open this mouth rashly."

Ah Zi sighed helplessly and spat: "this Zhao family is all scheming. It's really annoying."

Shen Xijun hugged Yu Heng, who always wanted to come, and gave him a kiss on his tender cheek. Xu Sheng said, "fortunately, with this child here, our palace can still suppress Zhao Pingqing. I just hope The princess can come back earlier. "

Peach blossoms are blooming in the bright spring light. The warm wind blows and blows pink pieces. They fly over the palace, over the palace walls and to the other side of the distant sky

Xiangyue City, located in the west of the city of erwangfu, faintly heard the voice of a string of music mixed with singing girls, "if someone comes from the mountain, Xue Lixi will take her with her.". It's both good to see and to laugh, and I'm good to be graceful... "

In the middle of the night, Zhang Qi closed his eyes and sat in the chair, clapping her hands on her raised legs with the song. A graceful woman in a red cijinluo dance dress was leading several dancing girls with towering temples and Ding Dang. The tender and tender song came from her cherry mouth, which made people intoxicated.

A beautiful maid knelt down beside Zhang Qiye and poured wine to his lips from time to time. It was not too late, but Zhang Qiye was a bit drunk. She held the maid up and down together. The latter was so shy that she wanted to refuse to meet him, and soon she was gasping for breath.

"Your Highness, your highness." The little fellow walked in and called softly beside Zhang Qiye.

Zhang Qiye was interrupted and said, "what's the matter?"

"The five halls have come down. I want to see you," he said

Zhang Qiye shook his dizzy head, "what is he doing here?"

"I don't know. The fifth highness only said that he wanted to see you." Facing the boy's reply, Zhang Qiye thought for a while, pushed away the disheveled maid, and said in a loud voice, "you all step back."When the girls went out, he rubbed his temple and said, "let him in."

After a while, a thin man pushed the door and came in. It was Zhang Qishu, the fifth Prince of Dongling. He was just like his name. He was a nerd. He seldom dealt with people on weekdays. His biggest hobby was collecting books. He didn't have the ambition to control the world, so he gave up the fight for the throne early and became an idle man. Lingdi also knew that he was not the material for governing the country, So he was only given a leisure job of compiling history books, even in the court, which made people almost forget the prince.

After Zhang Qishu came in, he bowed and said, "I've met my second brother."

"No way." Zhang Qiye shakes his wine glass and says with a smile: "how can you come to me today? I remember the last time you visited, it seemed that What happened the year before last is really rare. "

Hearing the speech, Zhang Qishu said hurriedly: "Qishu is buried in the library all day long. He seldom goes out and neglects his second brother. Please forgive me."

"All right, all right, I just said it casually. Come and have a drink with my second brother." Zhang Qiye is most annoyed by his serious nature. He can't even make a joke. If he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, he will become a fool.

When Zhang Qishu saw the liquor in the glass cup, he was surprised and said, "why is this wine red?"

"It's a rare wine from the western regions." Besides the Central Plains, there are also some relatively backward places, most of which are deserts or wild places, and the western regions are one of them. ――

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