Reborn as the crippled king's favorite

Chapter 51 Cousin, I’m afraid I can’t survive

Jun Yuyan's heart was shaken, and his eyes looked deeper at Murong Jiu.

He told himself that he didn't want to miss the woman in front of him who was carefully applying medicine to him.

"Ah Jiu..."

"What's wrong? Does it hurt you? It'll be fine soon."

Jun Yuyan shook his head, and the unspoken words were never spoken again.

He didn't want to pierce the window paper.

He was afraid that if he said something, their relationship would never be the same again.

When it comes to his children's personal affairs, he hesitates and hesitates, and is no longer as decisive as he was on the battlefield. The enemy is far less difficult to fathom a woman's thoughts. To this day, he still doesn't know what Murong Jiu wants to do.

I don’t know if she knew that she was the person that night.

Did she keep the child because she just liked the child, or was it because of the child's father?

These problems cannot be solved by him sending a few secret guards.

If he really said it now, it would probably affect her plan and change the status quo.

Murong Jiu quickly bandaged him up, and told him not to eat hair, not touch water, etc. He rambled on, not knowing whether he was more like a doctor or like a wife.

Jun Yuyan was afraid that the bloody smell on her clothes would suffocate her, so she went back to change her clothes and wanted to find another excuse to move back to Qiyun Yuan, so that if she had morning sickness again, she could help deliver water.

Zhou Chen appeared on his knees like a ghost.

"Master, as soon as you left, the princess vomited immediately. I wonder if it was because of the blood. The subordinates followed the same pattern and knocked out Zhenzhu and others."

Jun Yuyanjian frowned, walked a few steps, and then turned back.

Although he had changed his clothes and re-bandaged her, she could still smell the faint scent of blood. If he left her, her morning sickness would get worse...

"Go and ask Butler Lin to send you some preserved plums, and ask the chef to make some refreshing and appetizing food. It must not be fishy or fishy at all."

Zhou Chen went.

Jun Yuyan couldn't sit still at all. He walked and arrived outside Qiyun Courtyard. Listening to Chuntao's worried words and Murong Jiu's weak words, he was anxious, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

Fortunately, Butler Lin came right away and brought in preserved fruits, which relieved the nausea.

Jun Yuyan did not leave immediately. He did not go back until Murong Jiu turned off the lights and took a rest.

He did not enter the palace that day. On the next day, Jun Yuyan went to the palace before dawn to face the saint and report the suppression of bandits.

In the morning, the emperor praised him profusely and gave him many rewards.

It stands to reason that a prince with a disfigured face and injured legs like Prince Ling will only fall out of favor with the emperor day by day. But recently, first the remnants of the previous dynasty, then the flood control, and then the Minghua Mountain bandit suppression, one by one, they all Make him more popular.

On the contrary, the second prince, the legitimate son of the middle palace, who was intact, was made even more mediocre and useless.

The ministers in the DPRK have different thoughts, and recently no one is in a hurry to take sides with the second prince.

The second prince had a gentle smile in the palace, but when he returned to the prince's residence, his expression changed, becoming so gloomy and stern that it seemed like he was not the same person.

The maids and eunuchs in the mansion were unlucky. From time to time, corpses covered in blood would be carried out the back door.

"Your Highness, the Tianzhu people's fleet has arrived in Beijing and has arrived in Beishi. They have brought a large amount of spices and are looking for suitable merchants to barter with them."

A subordinate bravely came to report.

The second prince put down the bloody whip and waved his hand. Immediately, guards came in and carried out a bloody corpse.

He slowly wiped the few drops of blood splashed on his face with a handkerchief, and said with a sinister look on his face:

"Why are you so anxious? Which chamber of commerce in the capital can compare with ours?"

Nowadays, spices are the most popular thing in the whole country, used by everyone from emperors and generals to common people, in every household.

First, spices can be offered to gods and ancestors in order to purify the body and mind and enlighten spiritual enlightenment.Secondly, most of the rouge powders are made from spices, which is disliked by all the women of Yan.

<divclass="contentadv">Thirdly, literati love incense most, and sachets and incense are the most elegant and sought after products.

Cultivate one's moral character and cultivate one's sentiments.

Finally, many spices are also used to remove odor and add fragrance, such as spicy cornel and other spices, which are highly used in daily life.

Often, as long as there are foreign spice caravans, they will be sold out as soon as they enter the capital.

But this caravan from Tianzhu is different. They are not ordinary caravans, but members of the royal family of Tianzhu. They have traveled through many countries on the sea and brought the most expensive spices, such as ambergris, agarwood, and sandalwood. Incense, castoreum and other spices.

They will return from Dayan and bring back to Tianzhu the most valuable treasure.

The second prince is confident that no matter what this Tianzhu caravan wants, he has it here.

Once the spices are processed and resold, you will make a huge fortune.

This was good news, which cleared away the depression in the second prince's heart.

With money, he can secretly continue to train secret guards and recruit soldiers.

"No rush, let's hang them up and go to Crescent Pavilion."

Crescent Pavilion is the residence of his cousin Yun Weiwei.

The second prince was not in a hurry because he thought that those expensive spices were already in his pocket. However, he did not know that at this moment, Murong Jiu and shopkeeper Chai were already meeting with the manager of the Tianzhu caravan at the glaze workshop in the suburbs.

After seeing all kinds of colored glazes, the steward couldn't take his eyes away.

In just one hour, the deal was finalized.

In the evening, several ships of Tianzhu's spices were all put into the warehouse purchased by shopkeeper Murong Jiulingchai, and they were piled high.

By the next day, when the second prince ordered to summon the Tianzhu caravan, their caravan had already left the capital two miles away.

"How could it be! How could it be!"

The second prince was furious, unable to believe that this would be the result.

This was completely different from what he expected.

"His Highness calmed down, and his subordinates chased him out of the city and asked, only to find out that it turns out that colored glaze is extremely popular overseas. Our Dayan's craftsmanship is not available overseas, and the various colored glazes made in Princess Ling's colored glaze workshop are both luxurious and practical. Then The steward of the Chamber of Commerce was so happy that he actually bartered with Princess Ling on the spot!"

Jun Haoze said with a cold face and doubtful eyes: "How did she know that Liuli was in high demand overseas?"

"This...maybe it's just good luck and a coincidence. How could Princess Ling, a woman, know this?"

"Impossible, one thing is a coincidence, how can two things be a coincidence? Jun Yuyan must be helping her behind the scenes!"

Jun Haoze narrowed his eyes severely.

He must not let Murong Jiu and Jun Yuyan be tied together for their own interests. This would make Murong Jiu even more out of his control.

"Your Highness, my cousin is vomiting blood again!"

At this time, a maid shouted loudly outside.

Jun Haoze clenched his fists and stood up. As he walked out, he said urgently: "Quickly announce the imperial doctor!"

Crescent Court.

The servant was carrying the blood-stained water out. Jun Haoze frowned, walked quickly into the room, and held the hands of a pale girl on the hospital bed.

"Vivi, how are you doing?"

The girl cried: "Cousin, I'm afraid I can't survive."