Fast Travel: Those Years of Saving Destiny

Yes, the crime, I don’t know which side the emperor is on, but he actually wrote the whole story in the imperial edict. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional, or it was a special hobby that belonged to the emperor.

Rong Luo didn't quite understand, but he couldn't bear that the other party was trying to justify himself, so he could barely bring the emperor to his side.

"Princess, please carry the prince in first." Seeing Rong Luo looking at King Wen on the soft couch with red eyes without speaking for a long time, the housekeeper stepped forward to remind him in time.

Hearing this, Rongluo waved the handkerchief in his hand in annoyance, "Look at me, I'm just worrying. If someone comes, please carry the prince in. Butler, please ask the imperial doctor to come and wait."

"What the princess said is true. The prince's health is serious, so he needs to be treated with caution." Grandma Gong was very satisfied with Rong Luo's arrangement and immediately asked the housekeeper to enter the palace according to King Wen's order.

And Rong Luo's advance arrangement did work, because King Wen suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night and was talking nonsense.

Although Rong Luo didn't want to take care of him, seeing that King Wen's words were getting more and more outrageous, for the sake of his own life, Rong Luo could only stay and take care of him.

"Butler, you go down, I'll just come."

Despite the distrustful look of the housekeeper, Rong Luo just removed all the maids and women, and did everything himself.

Fortunately, the fever went away as quickly as it came, and King Wen's high fever subsided before dawn.

Looking at King Wen who opened his eyes in a daze, Rong Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, "My lord, you are finally awake."

"This...where is this?" King Wen Xu, who had just recovered from the fever, was a little weak and could not speak weakly. He leaned on the pillow with Rong Luo's hand, and weakly drank the soup in the bowl with Rong Luo's hand. , but maybe the medicine was too bitter. After a few sips, he frowned and said, "It's so bitter."

"Your Majesty, the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease. Please drink some more." If it weren't for the other party's identity, Rong Luo would have wanted to drink it while pressing her head. However, she gave up this dangerous idea for the sake of her own life. Feeding dutifully.

After a long while, King Wen finally drank a small bowl of soup, and he became a little clearer. He looked at Rong Luo, who was taking care of him, and wondered, "Why are you here? Why don't you let the maid come and take care of you. "

"That maid personally sent the prince back to the house yesterday, I..." Rong Luo directly put the maid out. King Wen realized, "Go down and let the servants come." He looked at Rong Luo's eyes. Qinghei's heart softened and he said, "You've been tired too all night, go back and rest quickly. When I'm ready, I'll take you to the palace to thank you. It just so happens that in a few days it's the day you come back, so we can give it to your sister." Prepare a gift."

King Wen looked calm when he said this, as if he had grown up a lot overnight.

Rong Luo glanced at him but didn't answer. King Wen didn't care about this and continued, "Yesterday your sister was named the crown prince's concubine. She will be carried into the East Palace soon. I will prepare a generous gift for her. of."

"As long as the prince is happy," Rong Luo said softly to King Wen's insincere words, "Since the prince is already well, then I will retire first."

"Rong Luo, you are my princess, my only true concubine." King Wen seemed to be swearing or guaranteeing, but the way he spoke without thinking made Rong Luo very disgusted, and he immediately stopped being polite and turned around. Just leave.

Behind her, King Wen leaned on the pillow and looked at Rong Luo's back without hesitation, smiling bitterly. It turned out that he was not so popular, but more of a kind of relief. After all, it was because of him that he was trapped. An irrelevant person, in this case, the only thing he can do is to protect this sensible girl and let her have a worry-free life. After all, everything always starts because of him.

However, this bitterness soon turned into hatred, towards the ruthless and unrighteous Rong Qing, towards the prince brother whom he had always respected, and of course towards the concealed anger towards the Rong Mansion. As a nobleman of the emperor, King Wen could not tolerate himself. Being played around like a clown.

After pondering for a while, King Wen called the housekeeper in and whispered a few instructions.

After hearing this, the housekeeper looked horrified, "Your Majesty, if this... this happens, then in the palace..."

"Father has issued an edict, do you think there is anyone in the capital who doesn't know about it?" King Wen's eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. "Everyone knows things, but I just asked someone to edit them so that the words are more precise." Be more graceful, what can Father do to me?"

"But, Your Majesty...", the housekeeper was still uneasy, but in the face of King Wen's insistence, he could only do it.

So within a day, the news about Princess Wen and the Crown Prince's concubine spread in the capital, even in the remote backyard.

When the incident reached the Rong Mansion, all the young masters gathered in the old man's yard. Looking at the panicked people, the old man nonchalantly hammered the ground with his cane, "What's there to exclaim about? It's just a matter of time. Anyway, now the eldest sister has been named the crown prince's concubine, and the second sister is also the serious Princess Wen. When the two sisters are allowed to have a good time and affection at the banquet in the future, the rumors of this disagreement will not be self-defeating. Is it broken?”

Hearing this, the second master Rong's mouth twitched, "Father, the emperor mentioned the marriage exchange in the imperial edict to the second sister, and King Wen didn't know what was going on, so he asked the second sister to bow to the eldest sister who was his concubine. , isn’t this going to step on King Wen’s face?”

The old man's face tightened and he said, "The eldest sister is the crown prince's concubine. If everything goes well, a noble concubine won't be able to escape."

"You also talked about the crown prince's concubine. There is also the crown prince's concubine. The concubine bows her head to her husband's concubine. Isn't this a slap in the crown prince's face?" The second master was not optimistic about the old man's arrangement. "What's the matter? It’s better to wait and see what happens and see what His Highness King Wen’s attitude is.”

"Dad, how can this be done? If it continues to be passed down, Qing'er's reputation will be ruined. If she enters the prince's palace, she will be overwhelmed by the prince's concubine." Mr. Rong was not happy at once, recalling the coming Shi Rongqing's instructions hurriedly said, "If this reaches the ears of the prince, what will Qing'er do if So'er is tired of it?"

"Otherwise, it's blatantly said that A Luo wanted to privately recruit King Wen, so he changed his marriage." Mr. Rong knew very well what his eldest son was thinking, "It can still work without His Majesty's decree, but now that the decree is below, if that The usual operation is to openly slap His Majesty in the face. It not only offends King Wen, but also offends His Majesty, the crown prince's concubine who offends His Majesty. Do you really think that you can be safe? Our Majesty's character is decisive and decisive. Don't do it just because of your own actions. I will privately bring you to the mansion to be buried with you."

After saying this, Mr. Rong shook his head slightly disappointedly, "This matter all started because of Qing'er, and she still needs to calm it down."

Compared with the slowness of Mr. Rong, Mr. Rong is more sensitive. He looked at the confident old man and shook his head secretly, fearing that his father's expectations would be disappointed.