The prince dotes on his wife: a reborn peasant woman is not easy to mess with

The Lin family's reasons for supporting Prince Jing have always been extremely obvious. They were all aiming for the highest position.

Prince Jing had never revealed his ambitions before, but now everything was clear. Prince Jing himself knew that the matter of raising private soldiers could not be hidden for long, so he kept thinking about how to get involved with the Lin family.

Now that Concubine Jia said this, Prince Jing roughly understood.

Since you can't hide it yourself, it's better to make the matter bigger. Others naturally don't mean those insignificant things.

But there has to be a cover-up, especially now that he has the permission of the Lin family, Prince Jing also feels that he can be a little more courageous, and it is best to make this battle for the right to the throne a little more confusing.

Among them, King Fu, who has always been unwilling to show his weakness in the name of illness, is obviously the best choice. After all, he is the eldest son and has considerable prestige among the people.

Prince Jing had made a decision in his mind, and naturally his thoughts were running like water. He thought about it for a while, and in a great mood, he hurriedly bid farewell to Concubine Jia.

Concubine Jia stared at his back, her eyebrows darkened.

It's not just Concubine Hui that the emperor favors these days. Concubine Shu still hasn't relaxed at all. Even because Nini almost had an accident, and barely added to the death of Zhao Wu, Prince Rong's palace is obviously giving constant rewards these days. I'm afraid This is also the reason why Prince Jing wanted to start a struggle in advance.

It's just that he was too impatient. Although Concubine Jia was easily carried away by jealousy, her family was not that naive.

At the same time, in another prince's mansion in the capital, a man was lying on the bed, silently watching the man dressed as an imperial physician leave.

There was still a bowl of soup on the table, but he only glanced at it and pushed the bowl down. The porcelain bowl broke.

It broke into pieces, spilling the concoction all over the floor, and the bitter smell spread. He was completely unaware of it, and he even closed his eyes and wanted to sleep.

The servant outside obviously heard the commotion. He opened the door and was about to sigh, when he heard the person on the bed suddenly coughing again.

Even with bouts of retching.

The servant quickly asked another person to make the medicine again, and hurried in to help the man up, and said bitterly: "My lord, why are you suffering? When will these days end..."

Just as he was talking, a guard came in and stood silently beside him, not daring to speak. The man who had recovered his consciousness was thoughtful, covered his mouth and coughed again, and finally said: "Why are you so anxious? That proud man It won’t be long – and you, what did you find out?”

The man's topic changed suddenly, but his subordinates obviously knew who he was talking to, and the guard immediately stepped forward.

He explained everything in the palace one by one, and at the same time stated that King Jing was not a good person and made many small moves. King Rong had formed a conflict with him, and neither party seemed willing to let it go.

This seemed to be the first good news the man had heard for a long time. A smile appeared on his lips, but his face was still pale.

After the guard finished speaking, he was still there waiting for instructions, but the man said: "Nothing else? Then go back. It is also a good thing to let them fight with each other. I just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, even if I win in the end. It's not me... That's better than being involved."

To be more careful, there are only three princes in the capital currently. Prince Jing and Xia Yechen are fighting, and this one who calls himself the king is obviously the only one who rarely goes out, His Royal Highness Prince Fu.

Because of physical reasons, Fu

Wang spoke very slowly, coughing from time to time, and was so weak that he felt like he might faint at any time.

The guard was nervous and tried to persuade him again, but before he could speak, he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But looking like this, it doesn’t look like there’s nothing going on. The guard thought to himself, feeling embarrassed to leave like this. After struggling for a while, he thought of something and hurriedly said, “Besides these things, the young wife of His Highness Prince Rong, who has never been married, seems to be Interesting."

"Oh?" King Fu thought for a while before he remembered, "The third brother's private wife? What happened to her?"

Although it was a question, the man's face did not change at all, and it was obviously just a casual question. However, the guard's expression was quite determined, and he carefully repeated the words Zhou Xiaoyuan cursed in the mourning hall.

It emphatically explained the key point of her words, "The so-called equality of all people..."

Sure enough, these words aroused King Fu's interest. He narrowed his eyes, rarely signaled to the servant to help him up, and asked with interest.

"Are these all true words? Don't add any extravagant words. A folk woman actually has such an awareness. It sounds like she is imitating others... But if you think about it carefully, the third brother does not have such an awareness."

The guard did not dare to talk about what King Fu was saying. He only dared to shake his head and said, "I don't dare to speak nonsense. These are indeed Miss Zhou's original words."

"Then I have to change my mind."

King Fu clapped his hands, the smile on his face became more and more obvious, and he seemed to be ready to get off the ground. The servant next to him was panicked and asked quickly: "What does Your Highness want to do? I just told the servant to do it myself. Please rest."

After hearing this, King Fu looked a little unhappy.

He was happy, but the trace of displeasure was quickly covered up, and he nodded thoughtfully.

On the other hand, he said: "That's true. Although I am indeed interested, I can't show it too obviously, otherwise my second brother will be very angry."

The words sounded like worries, but seeing the ridicule in King Fu's eyes, several people in the room did not dare to answer. They just lowered their heads and waited for instructions, but they did not expect that the next moment, King Fu would actually ask someone to pick up the invitation.

The servant was puzzled when he heard this, and he was afraid of causing trouble, so he asked cautiously: "I wonder who Your Highness wants to invite?"

"I have to cover it up no matter what..." Prince Fu seemed to be talking to himself, and the next moment he said calmly, "In this case, let's invite everyone from Prince Rong's residence. The words "can bring family members" must be written down.

Not to mention how surprised the servant was, Prince Rong's palace was equally surprised when he received the invitation.

Xia Yechen ordered a few days ago to stop all invitations from the outside world. After all, Zhou Xiaoyuan has not yet officially married into the palace, and there is no hostess in the palace. Whether it is flower viewing or tea party, Xia Yechen cannot go there, and there is no Reason to go alone.

But now it was a post sent from Prince Fu's Mansion... It was obviously different from the invitations from the female family members, so after thinking about it for a while, the housekeeper personally took the invitation to the study and handed it over to the master for his decision.

Looking at this invitation, Xia Yechen was even more surprised than the housekeeper. He had the impression that King Fu's reputation among the people was pretty good.

Otherwise, there was no need for the old beggar to talk about those three people to Zhou Xiaoyuan.

But to Xia Yechen, King Fu was really a strange name. He rarely heard about it, and the most he heard was rejection. Various versions of

"Weak and sick, unable to come."

He never expected that one day he would receive an invitation from his nominal brother. It was obvious that the two of them were more like strangers.