newbobooks Chapter 706 Undercurrent
Chapter 706 Undercurrent
The prince also cleaned up the mess of that war, and no one in the court has noticed it until now.
But then things got a little different.
If the prince is really poisoned, some people will take the opportunity to clip his wings.
Fang Yin is not considered to be the prince's man, but he is related enough, and behind Fang Yin is General Meng Yi.
Meng Yi has not clearly taken sides in recent years, but he has a good impression of the prince.
When the time comes, those people will investigate everything in detail... who knows what they might find.
In this world, when a wild goose passes by, it leaves traces. No matter how well you cover it up, the traces will always be there.
The water behind is too deep, and Fang Nanzhi can only think of this. She looked at the prince deeply and nodded seriously.
"Thank you."
Qing Yan smiled faintly, this girl is still so smart.
Fang Nanzhi left the Eastern Palace without any change in expression. After returning home, she told him about the prince's reminder.
Fang Yin scratched his head: "The last time I broke through the city gate, I used something Zhizhi gave me, which can hypnotize people."
Fang Nanzhi guessed it.
"Ancient texts record that music can harmonize yin and yang, calm the mind, and can be used to treat illnesses and improve sleep, for example."
Fang Tong looked at his daughter.
"You mean?"
"This music score of mine is said to help you sleep."
"There is also a strange object that can be made to amplify sound."
That is, a homemade loudspeaker.
Fang Nanzhi gave the two pieces of paper to his second uncle.
Fang Yin glanced at it and accepted it.
"Don't worry, Second Uncle will do it well. But you, do you have other worries?"
Although the little girl looked calm, her family members could still see that she was in a bad mood.
Fang Tong also felt that something was wrong with his daughter: "Did he get bullied in the palace? You must tell your family, Dad... Let your second uncle take charge of the matter first, and then Dad will put him in the sack later."
Fang Nanzhi held her little face in her hands and sighed heavily.
"Dad, I'm grown up now. It's time for me to have some little secrets. Not everything in this world can be solved by putting a sack on someone."
After saying that, she looked at her father with an expression that said you are too childish, then stood up and left.
Fang Tong: ...
Hey, how old is this girl? What secrets does she have that cannot be told? And putting her in a sack can't solve the problem? It's impossible. It must be that the right sack is not prepared.
In the evening, when Qin Yan came back, he found that the atmosphere at home was not right. After dinner, he went to find his sister. Seeing that his sister was concentrating on reading a book, he thought about it and decided not to disturb her.
Fang Nanzhi fell asleep very late.
Fang Tong tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and kept nudging Qian Fengping.
"Wife, I feel bad."
"Wife, tell me, is my daughter estranged from me?"
"Wife, what's up with my daughter? She's basically been in the palace during the day lately..."
"In the palace... Shi Junyan, something happened to the Crown Prince?"
Fang Tong simply rolled up the quilt and sat up.
Qian Fengping couldn't sleep because of him, so she just got up.
"Our daughter has always been sensible, you don't have to worry too much."
"If she encounters something, or something related to her family, she will never not tell you."
Fang Tong clapped his hands violently.
"In that case, it's more likely to be the prince's business. Did the prince say something to Zhizhi?"
His face turned from red to purple and finally to blue.
My daughter goes to the palace every day, and even to the Eastern Palace. The Eastern Palace is the prince's territory. If he wants to do something...
"No, no, we can't go on like this."
Fang Tong's face turned dark. He jumped out of bed and ran away.
Qian Fengping...
The next day.
She personally woke her daughter up and tied her hair.
Qian Fengping has always been dexterous and has good aesthetic taste. She tied her daughter's hair up and simply inserted two head ornaments, which made her look energetic and different.
Fang Nanzhi looked in the mirror and felt happy.
"Mom, I love you the most."
Qian Fengping also looked in the mirror. The yellow-haired girl had grown up a lot, but her personality had not changed at all.
"You."
"Zhizhi, I won't ask what happened to you. I believe that after years of studying and learning medicine, and being smart, Zhizhi has the courage to face difficulties and the ability to solve problems on her own. But don't forget your family who supports you."
Qian Fengping gently touched her daughter's hair.
Fang Nanzhi nodded heavily.
She knows it all.
Qian Fengping sent her daughter onto the carriage and did not look away until the carriage had gone far away.
The carriage first went to Zhou's house to pick up Mr. Zhou.
The master and apprentice discussed the needlework techniques again in the car, and became more confident.
After entering the palace, Qing Min was actually waiting there in person, with a look of anxiety on his face.
He lowered his voice and said something.
"The prince fell ill last night and was in excruciating pain all over his body. Imperial Physician Xing has already come to see him, but he's helpless."
Fang Nanzhi's heart sank and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
After passing through two palace gates, I saw a few people walking towards me.
The leading woman wore an orange palace skirt, a gilded hairpin on her head, and a white jade ring around her neck.
She also saw the person coming, and with a slight curl of her lips, she stood in the middle on purpose.
Qing Min had to stop.
"Cousin."
"I greet the Ning Wang Crown Princess." Old Zhou bowed.
Only Fang Nanzhi looked at her calmly.
This was the first time I met my fake cousin Su Qingya since I came to Beijing.
Seeing that she didn't move, Su Qingya was a little displeased.
"Are the people brought by cousin Qingmin so ignorant of etiquette?"
Su Qingya was not very happy. After not seeing her for a few years, this little girl looked more and more like a vixen.
A country girl, who works all day in the fields, shouldn't she get tanned and ugly?
"Su Qingya, a good dog doesn't block the road." Fang Nanzhi spoke mercilessly.
"How dare you! How dare you speak to the Crown Prince's Consort?"
The maid behind Su Qingya scolded.
"Cousin, you should discipline your servants properly. Doctor Fang is a guest of the Eastern Palace."
Qing Min's face turned slightly cold.
"Can the Crown Prince's Consort bear the responsibility for delaying the affairs of the Eastern Palace?"
"Cousin, you're so arrogant. I was just passing by and saw you guys walking so fast, so I wanted to ask you a few questions. It was this girl who bumped into me, and I haven't blamed her yet."
Su Qingya is not someone who can be frightened.
As early as Fang Nanzhi's family arrived in Beijing, she wanted to do something. But at that time, the Ning Palace was in a bad situation, and the old witch Ning Wangfei kept an eye on her every day and didn't allow her to go out.
It was only in the past two days that things in the palace changed, and she became pregnant, so she was able to come out.
"Cousin, please be careful with your words. The affairs of the Eastern Palace concern the foundation of the country and are not for the women of the inner court to ask. In addition, Doctor Fang holds the Crown Prince's personal jade pendant. Meeting her is like meeting the Crown Prince. There is no need to perform the usual formalities."
Qingmin wasn't very polite in his words.
What jade pendant?
Su Qingya was puzzled and looked at the girl opposite.
At this time, a nanny came out from behind her and whispered in her ear.
"This Doctor Fang does have the prince's jade pendant. The news has spread throughout the palace."
Su Qingya's face changed, and she glared at her fiercely. Why didn't you tell her about this earlier?
The nanny retreated respectfully without much fear.
She was the Empress Dowager's person and was only escorting the Crown Princess out of the palace on behalf of the Empress Dowager.
Su Qingya held her breath, turned slightly, and moved to the side.
Fang Nanzhi stood straight and passed by her without forgetting to leave a word.
"Excessive heart fire is not conducive to pregnancy, so the Crown Prince's wife should be more careful."
Su Qingya, who was already holding her breath, felt as disgusted as if she had eaten a fly after hearing these words. Was it necessary for her to meddle in other people's business?
The East Palace has been placed under martial law.
The imperial guards surrounded the main hall in three layers inside and outside.
Qing Min had to wait until everyone was informed before he could bring them in.
This time, Fang Nanzhi did not meet the emperor.
When they arrived at the main room, Qing Yan was drinking porridge behind the screen. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless, but he still looked calm and silent.
Only when he saw Fang Nanzhi did he smile.
"Mr. Zhou, Zhizhi, have you had breakfast yet?"
Fang Nanzhi glanced at his bowl and asked, "Is the breakfast in the East Palace better?"
Qing Yan thought about it seriously and shook his head: "It's not as good as Aunt Qian's craftsmanship."
Fang Nanzhi puffed out her chest proudly: "When you get better, please come to my house for dinner."
"Okay."
The two chatted in a meaningless manner, and Qingmin was anxious. If he didn't hurry up to treat the disease, what was he doing? But he couldn't interrupt.
Qing Yan slowly drank a bowl of porridge. After the eunuch moved the seat away for a while, he half-leaned on the bed and stretched out his wrist.
Elder Zhou was already prepared. After taking the patient's pulse, he said, "We need to prepare century-old ginseng and wolfberries..."
Qing Min wrote down a long list of things and immediately went to do them.
Fang Nanzhi asked seriously, "When did the pain start last night? Did it start in the heart? What kind of pain was it? Was it intermittent or continuous?"
Qingyan was a very easy-to-care-for patient. Not only did he answer all the questions in detail, he also added some experience.
"The pain lasted about two and a half hours, then subsided."
"Are you still in pain?" Fang Nanzhi frowned.
Qing Yan nodded.
Fang Nanzhi thought about it and went straight to work, pulling open his clothes on his chest, which frightened the eunuchs and palace maids around him.
This young doctor is too bold. How could he touch Your Highness's body at will?
But when His Highness didn't say anything, they all fell silent.
Fang Nanzhi stared at his strong and tight body, and a dark spot appeared in his heart.
"You seem to have a strong tolerance for pain."
Last night the pain was like digging out bones. Even if it has eased now, it is still heart-wrenching. However, the prince just looked pale and did not react much.
"His Highness has been taking medicinal baths since he was young. I have helped him improve his physical condition." Old Zhou said.
If the prince is weak, the poison will probably break out earlier.
"When I was young, my father didn't like me, and the palace maids often bullied me. I was often beaten and got used to the pain." Qing Yan spoke in a calm tone, as if he was not the one experiencing all this.
"Compared to Zhizhi, who has never lost a fight since childhood, I am very weak and nowhere near as good as you."
There seemed to be a lake in his eyes.
"I was weak at that time, and I relied on my momentum to win the fight, but I relied more on my father. My father loved me very much and always supported me. You just didn't meet a good father." Fang Nanzhi was proud.
Some palace maids broke out in cold sweats. What kind of words were these? How dare they openly speak ill of the emperor? This young doctor Fang must be ashamed of his own life.
Mr. Zhou coughed twice and glared at his apprentice, reminding her to pay attention to the occasion.
Qing Yan nodded: "My father is indeed not as good as your father."
All the palace maids in the hall wanted to kneel down. After hearing such words, they thought their lives would be over, right?
If this news gets out, people will think that the prince is dissatisfied with the emperor, which would be extremely unfilial.
There have been unfilial emperors since ancient times, but there cannot be unfilial princes.
Besides, Doctor Fang’s father is better than the emperor. If we misinterpret it a little, wouldn’t it mean that Doctor Fang has rebellious intentions?
Otherwise, how could a minister dare to compete with the emperor?
Fang Yin, who knew nothing and felt betrayed, followed his boss into the palace with his head down.
He didn't have a jade pendant, and he had studied at the Ministry of Rites so he knew what it was like to enter the palace.
I finally persuaded my superiors to bring him into the palace, but I can't let him get into trouble.
In the imperial study, the emperor was reading a memorial, but he didn't turn the page for a long time. It was obvious that he was in a trance.
A palace maid came in quietly, found the chief eunuch and whispered a few words to him.
The emperor frowned. "Are you from the Eastern Palace? Just speak directly. Why are you being so sneaky?"
"I know I was wrong." The palace maid was startled and knelt down immediately.
The chief eunuch stepped forward and saluted twice: "I am afraid that I may disturb your majesty's thoughts on worldly affairs."
The emperor glanced at him, old man.
"Go ahead."
"Old Divine Doctor Zhou and Doctor Fang have already arrived at the Eastern Palace and requested some medicinal herbs... Doctor Fang even chatted with the Crown Prince for a while... Doctor Fang said that His Royal Highness...didn't have a good father... The Crown Prince said, 'Your Majesty, you're truly not as good a father as Lord Fang.'"
The eunuch said this cautiously, not daring to look up.
There was no anger on the emperor's face, but instead an indescribable emotion.
"Over the years, this child never opened his mouth, and I thought he had no complaints, or rather, that he didn't care about this matter given his personality. I didn't expect... he would still blame me."
The eunuch was startled and knelt down as well.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is still ill. He was just chatting with a close friend. Don't take it seriously."
The emperor ignored him.
How can it not be taken seriously? If it is true, then the prince should be resentful.
If he hadn't made a mistake, how could the prince have suffered since childhood and been poisoned?
It was his father's fault.
"Let's go, have all the ministers arrived?"
"Yes." The eunuch got up in fear, feeling more and more that serving the emperor was like living with a tiger.
Unfortunately, he was a eunuch and could not, like Mr. Zhou, find an excuse to retire and return home and stay away from the palace.
There's nothing we can do about it, it's his own bad life.
In the front hall, more than a dozen ministers had been waiting for a long time and bowed in unison.
"Your Majesty, I have met you. Long live Your Majesty."
"Stand up." The emperor sat high on the dragon throne and raised his hand.
"My dear ministers, are you asking for an audience with me? Is there something you want?" The emperor cast a stern gaze over them.
Several people felt a chill, but did not retreat.
One person stepped forward first.
"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell ill again yesterday. I wonder how he is now?"
"The doctor on duty last night was Dr. Xing from the Imperial Hospital. Why don't we ask him to come and talk about the prince's condition?"
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has been ill several times, demonstrating his frail health. I'm afraid he's unable to handle the chores of the Eastern Palace... If the Crown Prince is unstable, the nation will be unstable... If the nation is unstable, this is a grave disaster."
Several people expressed their opinions one after another.
There are two meanings: asking how is the prince's health? If he can't be the prince, the emperor should make plans earlier and put state affairs first.
"Oh? My dear ministers, you are well-informed?" The emperor's voice was gentle but with a strong sense of oppression: "Could it be that you are trying to spy on the palace?"
He had sent people to block the news of the prince's illness last night early in the morning. How did these old guys know about it?
Could it be that the East Palace has become as leaky as a sieve?
"Your Majesty, we dare not, but the Crown Prince's health is of great importance and we cannot take it lightly."