Red Mansion Rebirth: Ghost Phoenix

Seeing Aunt Meng hurriedly leave, Wang Xifeng looked at Jing Li:

"Go to Lizheng Palace right away and ask His Highness to borrow Changying and have him follow Brother Tao in Cheng'en Palace."

Wang Xifeng sighed softly when she said this, "In fact, I should have brought Tao Ge'er to live with me. But this child is very filial, and he won't be willing to leave his seriously injured mother at this moment.

"Jing Li, explain to Chang Ying that Brother Tao is now the only descendant of the Eastern Palace. With his mother's death, the protection around him has been weakened by half.

"So, I want Tao Ge'er to have at least two eunuchs, two maids, and that Nanny Weng by his side at all times, twelve hours a day."

Jing Li knelt on one knee, responded solemnly, turned around and left.

The last ones left were Xia Shouzhong and Fuguier.

Wang Xifeng's eyes wandered between the two of them for a long time, and finally looked at Xia Shouzhong: "Old Xia, go and find a way to get the rosters of the inner court and the back hall.

"Even if we are just following the rules, we still have to know what's going on."

Xia Shouzhong smiled and bowed: "Yes."

"Fugui'er, I have more errands and a reputation, but I don't have a seal." Wang Xifeng looked at Fugui'er and saw that he looked excited. She felt amused in her heart, but her face was extremely hesitant.

"If I were to use you, you would already have a sinful foundation.

"But nowadays, I am even more reluctant to let strangers in, so I have no choice but to pick the best among the short ones and assign you a task."

Fuguier knelt down with his hands raised high, and knocked his head to the ground: "Master, give me a chance, and I will never let you down!"

"Well said. In that case, go to Cheng'en Palace and tell Nanny Weng and Gan Lan that the Crown Prince has given me the power to assist the rear palace.

"At the same time, inform them that whether they like it or not, the four of us will take turns to take care of the patient.

“If the imperial physician has not left yet, ask the Crown Princess about her injuries.

"If the Crown Princess wakes up, you must report the above matters to her in person, respectfully and without any arrogance.

"Have I made myself clear enough?"

Fuguier listened with his ears pricked up, and immediately kowtowed again: "Yes! I will remember it. I will report everything back to the Crown Princess. But in order for the Crown Princess to have a good rest, I will definitely not let the Crown Princess talk too much, so as to avoid rib pain."

The sentence added at the end expresses one’s ambition and self-satisfaction.

After all, there are still some tails up.

Wang Xifeng curled her lips secretly: "Go ahead."

Fuguier stood up and ran away.

When Xia Shouzhong was the only one left, Wang Xifeng saw that he had not left yet and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

The old man meticulously straightened his hat, brushed his clothes, lifted his robe, knelt on both knees, and bowed solemnly: "Your servant Xia Shouzhong congratulates the master on his promotion to Liang Di!"

Wang Xifeng was a little dazed.

He hurriedly returned from the Daming Palace. The Crown Princess was seriously injured. Although the Eastern Palace was not gloomy, each palace held its breath and quickly fell into darkness.

Even when she was promoted to Consort Liang, a great event, no one dared to come openly and celebrate with great ceremony.

Everyone went to bed quietly and slowly thought about what had happened tonight.

Xia Shouzhong's greeting was actually the first serious congratulations she had received.

"It's already past midnight and it's New Year. I, your servant, wish my master a happy New Year and good fortune and success in everything!" Xia Shouzhong bowed his head to the ground again.

Yo!

It really is!

Yesterday’s incident disrupted my New Year’s Eve stay-up. I was so dazed that I almost forgot about the New Year!

Wang Xifeng had been serious all morning, but now she couldn't help but laugh: "You are really good at currying favor! While others are busy with their work, you come and wait for this Qiao Zong'er!"

He bent down and supported Xia Shouzhong's elbow with his own hand, "Okay, I appreciate your kindness! I wish you good health and a safe and smooth new year.

"Go and do your job quickly. I'll reward you when you come back!"

Xia Shouzhong agreed with a smile: "Okay! Then I'll go." He stood up and strode out of the back door of the West Palace of Yi Qiu.

Wang Xifeng looked at his joyful back, which seemed to have become ten years younger overnight, and could not help but laugh and scold: "Old man, you are full of fame and fortune, and now you have finally got what you wanted!"

Wu Jin had squatted down in the corridor without knowing when, and looked up at Wang Xifeng: "Meow."

Wang Xifeng also turned her head to look at it, then cast her gaze towards the direction of Lizheng Hall, and whispered to herself: "Oh? Seeing me at this time?"

Lizheng Hall.

A quarter of an hour ago.

The prince, who was persuaded to lie down and take a nap, fell into a hazy dream.

He seemed to be wearing a formal dress, with a royal robe and a crown on his head, which looked a little heavy.

But the place where they sat didn't look like the Lizheng Hall, let alone the Daming Palace, no matter how you looked at it.

Although the palace was brightly lit by candles, outside the palace, there was a dark fog and one could even hear crying and screaming from time to time.

Where is this?

The prince was a little confused and wanted to call Qinghai and Changying, but he seemed to think that he should call his own court officials at this moment: "Where is Cui Pan?"

"Your Highness." A pale, thin stranger appeared out of nowhere and looked at him in surprise. "Your Yang Soul is back?"

return?

Is this my place?

The prince's thoughts turned slightly, and he felt that this place was indeed very familiar.

The wide table in front of him seemed to be larger than the one my father used in the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace.

The piles of memorial books on top are similar to those in Lizheng Hall.

He skillfully reached out to take the red brush, but found it was not on the table: "Where is my brush?"

"Huh?" Judge Cui looked at him intently.

He looked a little annoyed: "How rude! Who taught you to look at me like that?"

Judge Cui did not retreat at all. He frowned and took two steps forward, almost lying on the table, looking at him across the table: "Your Highness, your yang soul seems to have seen someone's past life?

“This is not good!

"Didn't you say that this time you were going through this ordeal in order to borrow someone else's sword and axe to revise the book of life and death of this dynasty in one go?

"If you, the Yang Soul, are always on guard against others, then when you need to use her, you won't be able to let go. What should you do then?"

The prince vaguely felt that what he said made sense. He should have something important to do, but the progress was extremely slow. He could not help but become anxious and blurted out:

"She is a vicious woman! I have seen her!

"If she wasn't poisonous, why would I have given her the task of rectifying the Book of Life and Death?

“But this evil creature is so treacherous that it has dragged on for four or five years, yet it has only approved a few insignificant names.

"If I don't wake up, I'm afraid she will take advantage of others to fish in troubled waters for the rest of her life. Who knows!"

He was angry, but was afraid to face Pan Cui, so he left the case and walked around.

Cui Pan was behind him and sighed softly, "Your Highness, are you going to look in the Three-Life Mirror?"

What is San Sheng Mirror?

The prince was stunned. He looked up and saw a large dressing mirror standing before him.

In the mirror, I saw myself standing there wearing a crown and robe that I had never seen before.

No, I have seen this dress before.

This is... the attire of King Qin Guang, the first hall of the underworld in those sutra murals...

The prince looked at the face in the mirror.

It was his own face, but it looked much older, as if it was what he would look like ten years later.

Long beard, sword-like eyebrows, and deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and nose.

Am I not King Qin Guang?

"Do I need to look in the Three-Life Mirror?" He turned around angrily, "I am the King of Qin Guang, don't I even know this!?"