At the first glimmer of dawn, in the Princess' manor, Feng Xiangrong fell into a coma again. The doctor who stayed in the manor came to take a look, but shook his head, telling An Shi: "Third Young Miss' mental state is always being inexplicably agitated, if this continues, I'm afraid she won't be able to wait until Boss returns."
An Shi panicked, "Then what should we do? Doctor, think of a way, even if we have to forcefully drag it out, we have to drag it out until Second Young Miss returns! "
The doctor sighed and said: "Now is not the time to rely on external forces to prolong Third Young Miss' life, she still has to rely on herself. If she is unable to walk out from the shadow of His Highness the Seventh Prince's death, I'm afraid this illness … … "
When His Highness the Seventh Prince was mentioned, An Shi had no other choice. Did she want this child to walk out from that shadow? She had tried her best at the start, but after what happened last night, she no longer held any hope.
It was impossible for Xiangrong to walk out from that shadow, she even had a strange premonition about the Seventh Prince, a person who was still asleep knew that something must have happened in Chun Palace, and after Ren Xifeng went to take a look, the news sent back by the hidden guards, something really happened over there. Such an accurate premonition made her feel very afraid, if this continued, her daughter would definitely leave with His Highness the Seventh Prince! She also felt sorry for that Prince who was as good as a deity, but she felt even more sorry for her own daughter. Xiangrong was only 15 years old, she had just become of marriageable age, how could she disappear from this world so early?
Consort Yun's illness was concealed by the Sixth Prince, and he ordered everyone in Chun Palace and the Hundred Herb Hall's doctors to not spread the news, everything had to be the same as before, no one from the outside world could see any clues.
Dashun was already chaotic enough, the East border finally calmed down after much difficulty, but something happened to Old Seventh. Now that that strange force had appeared among the people, in this situation, if news of Consort Yun's matter was spread, if it reached his Father Emperor's ears, based on his Father Emperor's feelings towards Consort Yun … … he did not dare to think about the consequences.
Therefore, this matter could only be concealed, to outsiders, Chun Palace accidentally caught fire, and the reason was that the servants were burning joss paper for His Highness the Seventh Prince. It was still acceptable.
However, the atmosphere in the capital became even more oppressive.
From the capital of the original Zong Sui to the capital of Dashun, the fastest journey by foot would take more than four months. By the time Xuan Tianming and Feng Yu Heng's carriage finally reached the capital, it was already the twelfth lunar month.
Inside the carriage, Feng Yu Heng was wrapped in a down quilt and hugging an electric water bag as she leaned against Xuan Tianming. Huang Quan was tugging at a corner of the duvet to study it. "Are the feathers of ducks and geese? Can this stuff keep you warmer than cotton? "
Feng Yu Heng nodded. "It's definitely warmer than cotton. But to be precise, it's not duck feathers. It's called down. Down is a kind of fluff that grows on the abdomen of geese and ducks. It's called fiber, and it's more insulating than cotton. " She explained simply. Actually, down was not the only thing she was talking about. She had even experimented in Dashun a long time ago, changing the soldiers into down jackets. Huang Quan had actually seen down jackets before, but no matter what she said, the people of ancient times still could not completely understand what down jackets were. They even wondered why down jackets were warmer than cotton.
She stretched out her leg under the quilt and kicked Xuan Tianming. She said sullenly, "If we were to count by years, I'm already eighteen this year, so fast. This battle lasted a year, and the journey back and forth was long. Luckily, it was fought quickly. If it was any slower, we would all be old. "
Xuan Tianming smiled bitterly. "You don't say, in the past, there really was a battle that lasted half a lifetime. When Dashun was less than a hundred years old, the four continents were not very peaceful, especially the northern border, there were always incidents. The Emperor sent a general to suppress the rebellious people of the northern border, and he suppressed them for forty years. That general left when he was in his twenties, and when he returned, he was already in his sixties. His hair and beard were all white, but his grandson looked very much like him when he was young. The Emperor was moved and betrothed one of his princesses to the general's grandson, and allowed him to enjoy his old age in the capital. Although the process was lamentable, the ending could be considered happy. "
Huang Quan was stunned. "Forty years! Heavens, if he stayed at the border for forty years, wouldn't he go crazy? "
Wang Chuan was more rational than her. What he thought was, "Forty years of guarding the border, the general did not give out military orders. I'm afraid that the old general's temperament is also very difficult to tame. Other than letting him enjoy his old age in the capital, he probably also had the intention of imprisoning him."
Xuan Tianming nodded. "That's true. Every monarch has to guard against people with high achievements, so later on, Dashun's monarchs no longer delegated too much military power to their subjects, and most of it was given to the princes. This way, even if the princes rebelled, they would be rebelling against their own family, Dashun still has the surname Xuan. "
As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Yu Heng, saying helplessly: "You're distracted again, you're also distracted when I tell you a story. Heng Heng, some things have already happened, we should think of ways to resolve them, we can't keep immersing ourselves in vexation, that will not help matters. "
Feng Yu Heng also understood this logic, but she was vexed! "Tell me, was it Duanmu Anguo or the remnants of the Zong Sui imperial family who sent the news back to Dashun? Damn it, isn't this causing trouble? Father Emperor and Consort Mother would be very upset if they knew about Seventh Brother's matter, and that girl Xiangrong, I don't know if she can still hold on until I return to the capital. " While she spoke, she lifted the curtain of the carriage. It was snowing outside, and they felt warm inside the carriage, but Duan Mu An Guo just sat in the prisoner's carriage outside. The wind and snow covered him, and he was about to freeze stiff.
Unfortunately, no one pitied him, the hidden guards accompanying him even removed the outer clothes on his body. That old thief could still scold at the start, but gradually, as they got closer to the capital, the weather became colder, he was so cold that he did not even have the strength to speak.
"If not for the fact that I feel that it would be too easy for him to die immediately, I really want to stab him to death right now." Feng Yu Heng gritted her teeth, "I always wanted to hide the Seventh Brother's matter, but when we reached the capital, we still found out, the hidden guards sent back news that the entire capital is mourning for the Seventh Brother, how could Consort Mother not know. Xuan Tianming, you should not have sent a letter back to confirm that Seventh Brother has passed away, after all, he did not … … "
"But we also have no way to confirm that Seventh Brother is still alive, right?" He pulled his young wife back from the window, Huang Quan quickly lowered the curtain of the carriage, isolating them from the ice and snow outside. "Since there is no way to confirm it, it would be better to go with what the outside world says, otherwise, how do you think we should explain it? Just say that Seventh Brother is still alive, but, where is he? Went to Ren Xian Island? That reason might not even be able to deceive Consort Mother, how can we deceive the world? Also, there are too many people who know about the explosion in Tong City, no matter what we do, we cannot stop the mouths of the people. That's why, even if this matter was not done intentionally by anyone, the citizens should have spread it by word of mouth, it should have reached Dashun's capital. "
Feng Yu Heng had to admit, Xuan Tianming was right, the matter of the Seventh Prince could not be hidden even if they wanted to, she spoke until her mouth was dry, telling the people that Xuan Tianhua was not dead, but, where was the evidence? Under that kind of explosion, even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured, right? What about the injured?
In the end, she could not produce any evidence, Xuan Tianhua could only stay in her space now, using the special characteristics of the space to keep him in a state so that his condition would not worsen. Once taken out, it was very likely that his injury would worsen in an instant, and there would be no way to save him.
She could not take that risk, so there was no other way except to admit that Xuan Tianhua was dead.
She was worried about the capital, she had a bad feeling. Even though Emperor Tianwu, who was in a high position, was prepared to be alone, but what about Consort Yun? What would Consort Yun, who had always treated Xuan Tianhua as her own son, do?
"Can you go a little faster?" She was anxious to return to the capital, "It's almost the New Year. Last year, we spent the New Year in Jiancheng, so we should at least spend the New Year at home, right?"
Xuan Tianming nodded, saying a few words to Bai Ze who was driving the carriage outside, and the carriage sped up a little. But Feng Yu Heng was still anxious, Xuan Tianming could see that she was frustrated and comforted her: "This is the fastest, it's snowing and the horse's hooves are slippery. Don't worry, no matter what happens, when we return to the capital, we can just deal with each matter one by one. " He comforted his wife, but in reality, his heart was also in a mess, he also had that bad feeling, but he did not dare to say it, afraid that he would hit the mark.
In the capital, the small courtyard that Feng Fendai lived in was very lively, Xuan Tianyan had added quite a few servants for her, even though the entire capital did not celebrate because of the Seventh Prince's matter, even if it was the New Year, no one would hang red lanterns or add new tiles. But the atmosphere was not good, so some food had to be prepared, Dong Ying said: "His Highness the Fifth Prince sent two chefs from the Li Palace over, saying that they would prepare a good New Year's Eve dinner, he will also come over to our place to eat on New Year's Eve."
Feng Fendai nodded: "Alright, the Li Palace's chefs understand his tastes better, just tell the chefs to pick what he likes to eat and make it, I do not have any preferences in terms of food, just let him do as he pleases."
"Young Miss." Dong Ying advised her: "You cannot let the chefs control His Highness the Fifth Prince's stomach, you are his fiancée, what he likes to eat the most should be something you understand the most." Once Dong Ying became a chatterbox, she felt that there were many things that she wanted to say to Feng Fendai, thus she simply put down the embroidery in her hands and sat at Fendai's side: "When Young Miss first told His Highness the Fifth Prince about postponing the wedding, this servant really was worried. The two of you finally reached the time to discuss marriage, and His Highness the Fifth Prince's bridal chamber has already been prepared, but you pushed back the wedding, if His Highness the Fifth Prince gets angry, our losses would not be worth it. Fortunately, His Highness the Fifth Prince listened to Young Miss and agreed to push back the wedding. But Young Miss! You still need to be a little more enthusiastic. When you see His Highness the Fifth Prince, you need to at least give him a smile and understand his likes and dislikes. For example, what food he likes to eat, or what clothes he likes to wear, this is what you should do as his future wife. "
Fendai laughed, "You servant, you speak as if you have a lot of experience, but in truth, aren't you just a young girl that has yet to get married." She sighed and put down the wedding dress that she had been embroidering. Looking at the awkward stitches, she helplessly shook her head, "I think it would be best if I don't embroider it myself. I'll go to an embroidery shop and invite an embroiderer! Based on my little bit of embroidery, it would just be a joke if I wore it. "
Dong Ying nodded: "That's also good, His Highness the Fifth Prince also said that there is no need for Young Miss to do anything yourself, just leave it to the servants."
"In truth, after getting married this time, I really did want to embroider a wedding dress for myself. Unfortunately, I do not have that skill. Back when I was in the Feng manor, I did not have a good foundation. Now that I have not touched a needle for so many years, I am even more rusty." Fendai thought of the Feng manor and felt emotional, "I never thought that I would get married in such a simple courtyard. I once thought that at the very least, I would get married from the Prime Minister's Mansion of Zuo! But that's also good. At the very least, I can live more freely than before, but … "She lowered her head, her expression sad," That wedding, I have no choice but to push it back … "
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