Time Travel Savior

Chapter 197 The Subjugated Princess’s Restoration Policy (22)

Could it be that the former Song princess was really tempted by her enemy, and even the national humiliation was forgotten.

Without Zhao's military support, Song would not have perished so quickly.

It's just a pity for his younger brother.

Thinking of this, Nangongli has already walked out of the imperial garden and walked outside the palace.

……

There is a waterside pavilion in the imperial garden, surrounded by eunuchs and guards, and there are maids and nurses standing inside.

Just because Nangong Painter is here today to paint Concubine Rong.

Concubine Rong was leaning against a corner of the pavilion, wearing a purple smokey skirt, layered on top of each other, making her look like a fairy.

The beauty overlooks the garden full of flowers and colors, but she doesn't know that she is the most beautiful scenery in the garden of flowers and colors.

Song Ninglu turned around and told the little maid beside her to fetch some fruits.Then she sent Hongzao to change a fan for herself, because she found that the round fan in her hand had been included in yesterday's painting.

"Master, this slave should stay here!"

Hongzao glanced at Nangong painter who was so absorbed in painting that he didn't even lift his head, and looked at his master in embarrassment.

Lonely men and widows, always avoid it.

"If you are told to go, you will go. With so many people, can your master lose it?"

Looking at the bottom of the pavilion, a circle of little eunuchs.

With so many people watching, nothing will happen.

As soon as Hong Zao left, there were only two people, Painter Nangong and Concubine Rong, on the third floor of the small observation building.

The guards and eunuchs standing below can see everything in the small building clearly as long as they look up.

"Nangong Si is your younger brother. You should find an opportunity to tell him and gain the trust of the Marquis Zhongyong as soon as possible. This princess is waiting for him to make great achievements on the battlefield and become famous."

Song Ninglu's voice was very low, but Nangongli could still hear it clearly.

With a shake of his hand, the ink on his pen splashed on the picture quality, but he calmed down quickly.

"I don't understand what Concubine Rong is going to say, I don't have a younger brother."

Song Ninglu smiled lightly.

"Nangong Si is the younger brother of your mother and compatriot. He was sent to the State of Zhao when he was three years old. This princess knows that he has always been loyal to the State of Song and has great trust in his ability. This matter is completed. From now on, this princess will never treat your Nangong family badly."

Nangongli didn't expect Song Ninglu to know so much?

Could it be that the previous Emperor Song had already doted on this princess to the point where he would tell her everything.

In fact, these are the memories of the original owner before his death. The former Princess Song committed suicide several times.That Nangongsi is now renamed Nansi in Zhao State.But he has always been devoted to Song Guo's sake.

In order to save the only royal princess of the Song Kingdom, she foolishly entered the Zhao Kingdom's harem to rescue Song Ninglu. After some twists and turns, she was finally killed by the Zhao Emperor.

During this period, Nangongli also tried to save his own brother, but was also killed by Zhao Huang.

The original owner found out about this before the incident, and all loyal ministers and good generals died. Song Ninglu, who was even more desperate, succeeded in committing suicide for the last time.

"You don't have to doubt, the father does not have an outstanding son. Although this princess is a daughter, she is also of royal blood."

"What do you want to do?"

Song Ninglu, who was looking at the scenery outside the pavilion, turned her head slowly, and met Shang Nangongli's inquiring eyes.

"Recovery."

……

Hongzao came back quickly, got a round fan somewhere on the way, and ran back.

When she went up to the attic, she didn't notice anything unusual.

The master was bored, lying facelessly on the railing of the small building, staring into the distance in a daze.

Nangong painter was still painting with his head down, and he saw that the brush in his hand was not stopping, and the painting was more than half completed.

"Master, can you look at the embroidered fan?"

Song Ninglu just glanced lightly. The embroidered fan is beautifully embroidered, but it doesn't look like new. Smelling the faint fragrance floating on the fan, Song Ninglu frowned and asked in a cold voice: "Where is this fan of yours?" Where did it come from?"

"It was given by Concubine Yun."

Jujube replied in a low voice.

"She offered it to you?"

Seeing the serious expression on the master's face, Hong Zao was shocked, knowing that something might happen, so he hurriedly explained.

"It was Concubine Yun who stopped the slave to ask questions. Knowing that the slave was going back to the Dragon King Palace to get a fan for the master, Concubine Yun gave the fan in her hand to the slave. The slave came back in a hurry and didn't think much about it. Seeing the fan It looked good, so I took it back.”

Song Ninglu didn't take the fan at all, but stood up waving her long sleeves.

"Let's go to Fengluan Hall."

"what……"

Didn't the master never go to Fengluan Hall?

"The Nangong painter will stay here to finish the painting, and send it to the Dragon King Hall after it is mounted."

Song Ninglu turned around and took Hongzao and a group of servants aggressively to Fengluan Hall.

When Eunuch De received the news, he was already standing outside the hall waiting.

"What brings you here? His Majesty is waiting for you!"

"An evil wind."

Seeing Concubine Rong's complexion was not good, the father-in-law closed his mouth wisely.

What happened to Concubine Rong who always had a faint smile on her face?Did you eat the firecrackers?

This is actually not the first time Song Ninglu has entered the Fengluan Palace. The main hall has unique decoration features of the royal family, and it is resplendent and luxurious everywhere.

"Your Majesty, I have come to complain."

As soon as Song Ninglu opened her mouth, she was taken aback by Eunuch De who had just entered the door.

It was the first time he had seen such an angry person complaining so stubbornly.

Zhao Hanzhi put down the memorial in his hand, the Fengluan Hall was originally his office, but somehow, it became a place for his licentious drinking and sex.

"Oh! Let's hear it."

"Red Date, tell me what happened just now."

Although Hongzao didn't know what happened until now, he said it again honestly.

Zhao Huang looked at Concubine Rong, as if waiting for an explanation from her.

"Your Majesty, you can ask the imperial physician in the palace to check this round fan. It took a lot of effort to make this round fan. First, it was soaked in the flower juice of the butterfly flower for seven days, so that it exudes a faint fragrance. Then use Soak the prepared broken soul for 49 days for seven or seven days, so this fan becomes a sharp weapon."

Although Hongzao couldn't understand what the master was talking about, she could also hear that the round fan might be very poisonous.

Jujube let go of her hand in fright, and the fan fell to the ground.

The sound of the fan falling on the stone bricks was not loud, but all eyes were on the fan.

"Because it has been soaked in the flower juice of Midi flower, it has a pleasant aroma, so it is difficult to smell other smells, and it can kill people invisible."

Zhao Hanzhi obviously knew what a broken soul was, and his complexion was already blue at this time.

Anyone who dared to use such vicious poison in his palace was absolutely not allowed.

"Tell the doctor."

The result after the inspection was exactly the same as what Concubine Rong said.If the imperial physician hadn't been informed in advance and made a special inspection, they would never have found anything wrong with this ordinary fan.

When the Fengluan Hall was quiet again, Song Ninglu finally raised her head to meet Zhao Hanzhi's stare.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"It's not just Zhao Huang's palace that has such dirty things. The concubine used to be a princess. I haven't seen any kind of scheming drama."

(End of this chapter)