Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

Falcon's room was still a mess, even because the Falcon family had been declining over the years.

From the original dazzling array of things, the items have gradually decreased to only the necessities such as tables and beds.

Falcon had his hair loose, and was waving his arms and legs crazily, with a ferocious expression that scared people away.

"Erkang, please wake up." Ziwei looked at the unconscious Fu Erkang pitifully.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give me flour!"

Falcon couldn't hear what Ziwei was saying at all and kept struggling to break free.

Ziwei knelt on the ground, crying and shaking her head.

"Erkang, wake up! I can't give it to you, I can't give it to you!"

At first, Falcon would give white flour when he couldn't stand it, but later Ziwei realized something was wrong, and everyone told her that it was a bad thing.

When Fu Erkang fell ill again, Ziwei insisted not to give him the medicine. Even when Fu Erkang hurt himself, Ziwei had no choice but to give him the medicine several times.

He Xi once told Ziwei seriously that if Falcon failed to quit this thing, there would be serious consequences.

Ziwei trusts Hexi very much. Although there are many unpleasant things between them, she still believes in her.

But too many people could not bear Falcon's pleading, so the phenomenon did not ease until half a year later.

Falcon looked at Ziwei viciously, as if she was not the person he loved the most, but the enemy he wanted to kill.

"you give me!"

"No, I can't give it to you. Erkang, please bear with it for a while. The medicine that Doctor Chang prescribed for you is already boiling."

Falcon was lucid for a moment, but soon fell into a daze again.

Medicine? Falcon didn't want to take medicine now, because it would only make him more miserable. What he wanted was some white flour that would make him feel comfortable and euphoric!

Seeing that Ziwei was in tears but still refused to give him the flour, Falcon immediately changed his strategy.

"Ziwei, can you bear to see me in so much pain?"

"It really hurts me! Your Erkang really hurts!"

Ziwei shook her head in despair, she didn't know what to do, but there was still a trace of clarity in her heart.

Absolutely not!

Seeing that Ziwei was not moved by his persuasion, Falcon could no longer maintain his gentle appearance.

"You don't love me at all!" Falcon shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ziwei wanted to hug Falcon, but was stopped in time by Jinsuo.

"Miss, you can't go!" Jinsuo was afraid that Falcon would hurt Ziwei.

After an unknown amount of time, Falcon seemed to have recovered. He sat on the ground sweating profusely, his eyes dull.

Seeing Ziwei so sad, I realized that my words had hurt her.

"Ziwei, I didn't mean it. You know, you're the one I love the most. I just... I'm in so much pain, really."

"Since you love me, why can't you make me less miserable?"

"No, Erkang, Hexi told you that you must give up white flour, otherwise your body will collapse."

"Hexi, Hexi, Hexi. Ziwei, you have changed. You used to have your own opinions, but now you only listen to Hexi."

"What benefit did she give you? You actually helped her to harm me!"

Falcon was skilled in turning the tables, totally ignoring the fact that Ziwei's original intention was for his own good.

Ziwei had never experienced the pain of an illness, and he really could not hold on any longer.

Did he really have to agree to her conditions? But was that something a small fry like him could do?

Falcon's expression was unpredictable. Ziwei felt nervous when she saw that Falcon looked dazed.

"Erkang, what's wrong with you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Don't be so hypocritical..." Falcon saw Ziwei's hurt eyes and changed his words, "Ziwei, I just haven't recovered yet, don't take it to heart."

Ziwei nodded woodenly, and her previously lively eyes became dull.

"Ziwei, please go out first. I'm sweaty all over and want to wash up."

"Okay." Ziwei got up and left obediently.

"Huh? Wait."

"Ziwei, has the Emperor still not forgiven us?"

When this was mentioned, Ziwei's face was full of sarcasm.

Who prevented her from returning to the palace?

It was the man in front of her who kept saying he loved her.

There are many things that she can't figure out, but she doesn't dare to figure them out.

She was afraid that all her efforts were just a bubble, a lie of self-deception.

"No, I can't go back to Erkang."

"Oh, it's okay, you go first." Falcon's tone was full of disappointment.

It seems I need to make some more plans.

Ziwei raised her lips sarcastically and left the room.

He Xi had no idea how dire the Fu family was.

Ao Dun was drinking tea calmly in the post station, while Bater beside him was already running around in a panic.

"Master, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Anxious? What's the hurry?" Ao Dun said calmly.

Mo Rigen, who was standing next to him, pressed Bater down on the chair.

"Bartel, the master has told me many times that I can't be so impatient."

"But......"

He was also worried about Ao Dun. They were all in the same boat. If he could successfully propose to the princess, then Ao Dun's position as Beile would be a sure thing.

How could this not make Bater anxious?

In his opinion, Ao Dun was wise and brave, much better than his three brothers who were brave but not wise.

I don’t know how Battelle has the confidence to say that others are brave but not wise.

"The master has his own ideas, so why do you need to worry? Isn't this what people in the Central Plains say: The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are." Bater rolled his eyes at Morigen who was gloating.

But he had no choice, because Morigen was a shady guy and he couldn't afford to offend him.

Mo Rigen can be said to be the military strategist among them, and he is considered to be a man with some brains.

So that Ao Dun won’t have to fight alone.

"Don't worry, even if this hadn't happened, I would have reserved this position!"

And he is not the one who should be anxious, otherwise Prince Ulash would not have brought him to Beijing.

It is true that Prince Ulash values ​​him, but he also values ​​his elder brother.

Even if that person is not worthy of his position, I will forgive him again and again.

Ao Dun is far from having such capital and has always been walking on thin ice.

Even so, Ulash would only think of him when he needed him.

If his elder brother wasn't so ugly, he wouldn't have gotten to do this.

But Prince Ulash’s plan may not come true this time.

Moreover, he had another important matter to attend to in Beijing, which was the most important purpose of his coming here.

But there is still no clue yet. Could it be that the Taoist priest is lying?

When he thought of this, the smile on Ao Dun's lips froze, and the hand holding the teacup kept tightening.

After a while, there was a slight breaking sound from the teacup.

"呲-"

Teacup: Family, I sent it!

Ao Dun put down the teacup, stood up, resumed his gentle and elegant demeanor, and walked out of the room.

Bater and Morigen looked at the teacup on the table.

The next second, the teacup broke into several pieces.