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3.17
Concubine Qi returned to Prince Qi's mansion full of thoughts. Facing Prince Qi's inquiry, she just told her that she had identified the wrong person, which caused Amin's child to enter the deep palace. The relationship between the defendants is not mentioned at all.
Prince Qi was also taken aback when he heard it, but he could only sigh in embarrassment. Now that Song Yuxing has entered the palace, he belongs to the palace for the rest of his life, so he can never come out again.
On the same day, he ordered someone to take back the house given to the Song family, and let the group of people fend for themselves. The thought of offending Jiu Qiansui, who has power over the ruling and opposition parties, in order to help a despicable, shameless and treacherous person, made Prince Qi very angry.
What should I do in the days to come?
However, on the second day, when he saw Shen Yanfei again, he saw that Jiu Qiansui had a bright smile on his face, and he no longer had the cold face that left yesterday.
Prince Qi was shocked, and when Shen Yanfei came up to greet him, he was completely stunned.
Could it be that the nine thousand years old took the wrong medicine? He was full of doubts, panic in his heart, swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and followed behind Shen Yanfei step by step. He would go along with whatever Jiu Qiansui said. He was absent-minded in the morning, and he was worried that Jiu Qiansui's attitude would change suddenly. Sudden onset.
"According to our family, it's better to leave this matter to Lord Qi." Shen Yanfei touched the jade finger on his finger, hooked his lips, and made a final decision.
Prince Qi was too busy worrying, and didn't hear what the ministers were discussing at all. When he heard Jiu Qiantui's words, he subconsciously felt that it would not be a good thing, and immediately shook his head and waved his hands, saying that he was not competent. I didn't see the surprised eyes of my colleagues. Is there anyone pushing such a good thing? You don't want it, okay, give it to me!
"Prince Qi doesn't need to be humble. After you become King Qi, it would be overkill to welcome the tributes from the subordinate countries to Beijing. I heard that the son is in good health, so let him assist you. It is a test."
Prince Qi's son fell from his horse half a year ago, and he could only lie on the bed to recuperate. It doesn't matter, he even lost his errand, and became an idler with no title. Year-old hand-picked.
King Qi paused when he waved his hand, and his mouth was so big that he could swallow a whole fist. Did he hear correctly? The errand of the courtiers fighting for their heads actually fell on him? !
Needless to say, everyone knows how many benefits there will be in this errand.
Since the death of his father, their Qi Wangfu has gradually been marginalized in the past ten years. He can only stand on the throne because of the hereditary throne, and he can only play a trivial thing at ordinary times, let alone nine thousand years old. Love, who would have thought that today he would reach the sky in one step, and the blue eyes of Nine Thousand Years are unexpected!
In the days that followed, at the beginning of the dynasty, Nine Thousand Years' favor for King Qi was obvious. Everyone was envious and jealous, and King Qi's mansion might take off again.
King Qi is an honest person, he doesn't know how to judge words and feelings, and he doesn't have much thought. He just thinks that his hard work and heart for the country and the people are appreciated by Jiu Qiansui, so he will be reused. Clearly, he sighed and sighed all day long, telling King Qi to be careful.
No one can guarantee how long the nine-thousand-year-old love will last. If they make mistakes in the Qi Palace, it will be Song Guifei who will be implicated at that time.
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In the blink of an eye, one and a half months passed, and it was cold and cold in late autumn. In this short period of time, many things happened in the palace. The first thing to bear the brunt was Song Guifei's complete fall from favor.
At first, when the imperial concubine was moved to the Chonghua Hall, the emperor would visit her from time to time, but since that day when the concubine De concubine sent someone to report that she was unwell, she never set foot there again.
Of course, it wasn't that Huangfuhan really forgot about Song Yuxing, but that he didn't dare approach Chonghua Hall at all. The location of Chonghua Hall is remote, and it happens to be close to the place where Jiu Qiansui lives. As long as he passes by there, he will meet Shen Yanfei nine times out of ten.
Jiuqiantui was either reprimanding him or testing his academic knowledge, no one could stand it. He came to look for his concubine for fun, but now that he didn't find the fun, he was full of anger, especially when he saw the people around him groveling and respectful to Shen Yanfei, his chest felt uncomfortable. Simply, don't come to Chonghua Palace anymore, so as not to make yourself unhappy.
What's more, in his opinion, the biggest purpose of his doting on Song Yuxing is to set up a shield for Xiao Fei'er and the First Prince. Now that the woman he really loves is already sitting in a high position, it is inevitable to be envied and poisoned Naturally, there is no need to continue pampering Song Yuxing.
However, every time he thinks of Concubine Song, Huangfu feels cold in his heart.surprise. Like, how not like! Just now they thought it was written by Nine Thousand Years himself!
"That's good." Song Yuxing pursed his lips and smiled, and he just took a look, the handwriting had been imitated ten to ten by him, how could that person find a reason to teach him to write.
? Shen Yanfei had a lot of work to do every day, and he was even more busy when he came in, but he refused to give up sharing the bed with him at night, so his whole complexion was not very good, so he wanted to help share the burden, and offered to help the man review the memorial. But that person insisted on saying that the handwriting was not the same, so he had to teach him well, either by holding his hand and touching it, or by hugging his waist from behind to take advantage of it. Even more tired.
He is a god, and he is naturally gifted. With a little practice, anyone can imitate his handwriting, so there is no need to teach him.