Chapter 311

Seeing that he often talked about important things, fan would cough wildly. The princess of Jin was not happy and frowned again.

"I think Cheng Zixiu is just fishing for fame." The imperial concubine of Jin said with displeasure, "didn't you just feel the wind and cold? Why can't you even cure such a small problem? "

Then, she said to the marshmallow beside her, "go, take my brand and invite the Tian Yuan envoy of Tai hospital. Good people will be dragged down by this disease!"

After hearing this, fan Shifu naturally shirked: "mother, it's really no more trouble than that. Doctor Cheng also told me that my disease is coming like a mountain and going like a silk. I need to keep it slowly. I can't be in a hurry."

Hearing this, the princess of Jin said, "this is how he deals with you! It's just cold. How can it be like a mountain? If it's spinning? I think you'd better change your doctor as soon as possible. "

"Since you are really unwell now, let's put aside what I told you before," Princess Jin thought for a moment. She felt that fan's appearance was not the time to stand up and share with herself

"Wait," take care of a disease quickly, I can still point to you! "

Then she patted fan's hand and left with her own people.

Seeing the princess of Jin leave, red lines full of excitement to fan's ear and said: "second grandma, just now the princess is to let you housekeeper? Why don't you take this opportunity to take care of your illness... "

Don't wait for red grain to finish saying, but Fan Shi coldly looked at her, scared red grain quickly silence voice.

"Have you forgotten what I told you before?" As soon as fan's face changed, he looked at Hongwen coldly and said, "if you want to be safe and stable in this mansion, don't make a fuss."

I've never seen the second grandmother's red lines. Although I was surprised, I could not help but worry and said, "but second grandmother, if your illness can't be cured for a long time, will the princess send you to the temple?"

When she was with her second grandmother in the fan family, she saw Mrs. fan who was in charge of the family more than once and ordered people to lift those who were dying of illness out.

"Not yet." But fan said with a smile, "anyway, I'm always married by the matchmaker in the palace of King Jin. Even if there is anything, it will only confine me in this yard, and I won't go anywhere."

"Ah? In that case, aren't you under house arrest? " Red lines stunned said.

"I have my own plan for this. You don't have to say any more." Fan shook his head at Hongwen and urged her to serve breakfast for him.

Yesterday's snow did not stop all night, outside has already become a world of silver.

In the face of this snowy scene, Xiao Ruixuan made people set up a big iron pot under the eaves of Zhixiang residence, in which there was red silver frost charcoal.

A group of them were laughing and laughing around the iron pan, warming the cold Baijiu on the side of the stove.

For a moment, the wine was fragrant.

Wearing a scholar's robe, Mr. Jin sat there with a worried face. Looking at the snow falling from the sky, he sighed: "this year's snow is coming fiercely. I'm afraid it will crush many field houses."

"If so, the number of refugees going to Beijing to beg this year will not be less than last year, will it?" It was the uncle who was sitting next to Mr. Jin. He also sighed.

In fact, the harvests in the fields in the past two years are still good, but the taxes of the imperial court are getting heavier and heavier. If it is not for the officials who are exempt from paying taxes, the harvests produced in the fields every year are really not enough to be handed over to the imperial court by ordinary farmers.

Cheng Zixiu, however, was sitting on the chair with an idle face. He put his hands together in his broad robes, smelled the faint aroma of wine, and sighed: "there is wine but no meat! At this moment, if you can sit by the fire and bake a large basin of Swertia meat, it will be pleasant! "

"This point?" Mr. Jin looked at the sky with some doubts, "isn't it good to eat too greasy in the early morning?"

"What's wrong?" Cheng Zixiu is white his one eye, "eat good or bad come, I am responsible for."

With a smile, Xiao Ruixuan asked Linyuan to move things in the small kitchen of Zhuyuan: "I heard that they asked people to buy a lot of good venison yesterday. It's better to cut some!"

Yesterday, in order to create a jam for the princess of Jin, Xiao Ruixuan specially asked someone to search all the fresh and good venison on the market two days in advance. Later, the people of the princess of Jin did not know where they bought the venison. The meat was rotten and moved into the house.

Linyuan, who got the order, ran away like smoke.

Cheng Zixiu took the opportunity to lean over, lay beside Xiao Ruixuan and said, "they are going to build a shed for porridge again this year. Someone asked me to ask, is that right

Isn't it the same as in previous years to leave a piece of land beside the gate for your king Jin's residence? "

In previous years, when it was snowy like this, someone organized Gongqing's family in the capital to set up a porridge shed outside the gate of the city to help the refugees who came to Beijing to beg but were stopped outside the city.

There is no hostess in charge of the house of the king of Jin. This matter is in charge of the house affairs.

But this year is not the same. Not only Xiao Ruixuan got married, but also the princess of Jin, who has lived in the Northwest for a long time, went back to her home. She is in love and reason. At this time, it's no longer the turn of the financial uncle. So Cheng Zixiu asked Xiao Ruixuan directly.

After hearing this, Xiao Ruixuan said with a sneer, "since the princess has returned to the palace, I definitely don't have the need to be strong. Let her go first."

It turned out that he didn't want to talk much.

Cheng Zixiu stopped talking and didn't ask any more. Instead, he lay there and began to complain about Linyuan.

Unexpectedly, when Linyuan came back, he not only carried back a leg of venison, but also brought back a man.

"Nighthawk!" Sharp eyed Xiao Ruixuan took the lead to stand up and greet him with a smile, "why did he come back at this time?"

The Nighthawk was still dressed in black as usual, when he came to Xiao Ruixuan's body

A moment ago, a lunge knelt down on one knee, then clasped his fists and said, "I'm lucky to live up to my life!"

Xiao Ruixuan nodded with a smile and asked him to get up. He sat around the iron pot with them and talked about the Yanshan camp.

Liang Yuan, the commander of Yanshan camp, is also a member of Wuying Pavilion. In recent years, Xiao Ruixuan quietly raised a group of private soldiers there under the name of Yanshan camp.

Liang Yuan in order not to let people know how many people under his command, in the name of military training, called all the flags in the camp to and fro, but he didn't help for so many years.

Half a month ago, news came from Tongzhou that Aaron had made a new batch of muskets, and Xiao Ruixuan sent a nighthawk to escort the muskets to Yanshan camp 60 miles away from the capital.

"This kind of thing is amazing!" The Nighthawk sitting next to Xiao Ruixuan sighed, "anyone who has no basic martial arts skills can use a small bullet size ammunition to directly break his opponent's chest and take his life. If this kind of thing can be used in the future, our people and horses will be invincible."