He teased me very much when he was treating illnesses [Quick Transmigration]

Filled with all kinds of bright yellow decorations, the gorgeous and delicate palace lanterns illuminated everything in the hall, Yu Wenjie raised his head from the table and put down the cinnabar pen in his hand: "How?"

"The Seventh Prince first went to Naimo River to release the Kongming lanterns, then went shopping for a while, and sat in the Tea Fragrance Garden until now." The man in black knelt in the middle of the hall, looking small.

"Sitting for so long?"

"Yes, I met a woman with good skills. She disguised herself as a man, but behaved exactly like the man. After we separated, I sent someone to follow the seventh prince, but we stopped him halfway. Judging by the other party's moves, it was very It may be someone from the General's Mansion."

"Oh, now that you said that, I remembered that Jiang Xianhong did have a daughter who just came back from the border town."

Yu Wenjie waved his hand to tell people to back off.

Soon there were only him and Fukang left in the bright hall.

Fukang rubbed the ink with an ink stick, looked at Yu Wenjie's expressionless face, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you think that Miss Jiang really pleases the Seventh Prince?"

"Then Jiang Lan should be fourteen now, right? I remember she is only a few months older than Xiaoqi."

Fukang said with a smile: "The emperor's memory is really good, he is indeed the same age as the seventh prince."

He said so on the surface, and he also had a guess in his heart, the emperor probably had the intention of referring to marriage.

"Jiang Lan's body should have been tempered well in the military camp. There are some things that Xiao Qi can't do well, so I have to rely on her. No matter what, Xiao Qi must have a successor."

And the most important thing is that Jiang Xianhong has real power in his hands, and he can protect his Xiao Qi when he can't care about it. Especially, his sons are getting older, and they should have the idea of ​​​​replacing him.

After Jiang Lan sent someone to track down Tang Song, she went back to the house with peace of mind, and just covered up with Jiang Ning who got off the carriage. She always looked down on Jiang Ning, and the identities of the two were very different, so they As if there was no such person, he entered the mansion without shaking his head.

What Jiang Ning likes most is that the other party doesn't like him, but he still forces himself to greet him with a smile: "Did sister come back from outside just now?"

That's no nonsense, Jiang Lan stopped in her tracks, secretly resenting that this Jiang Ning had clearly seen her in Chaxiangyuan, and now she still has to make this hypocritical gesture to scare her off.

The girl who followed her touched her: "Miss."

"Understood." Jiang Lan forced herself to twitch the corners of her mouth, turned her head and smiled at Jiang Ning, who looked at her, and said, "Could it be that I have to do this dress at home?"

She pointed to the men's clothes on her body.

Didn't you see her coming in from the outside?Anyone with long eyes can see it?

"Sister, it's not my younger brother who is talking about you. Girls who haven't left the court should not dress like this to go out. It's not good for your boudoir reputation."

"Okay, I got it." Jiang Lan was too lazy to pretend to be a snake with him: "It's getting late, I'm going to rest."

"Daddy will test me tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure quickly disappeared in place.

Jiang Ning was left alone, under the bleak moonlight, bright colors dripped from his hands.

Sooner or later, he will drag Jiang Lan into the mud, and he will never stand up again.

In the early morning of the second day, when the first light came in through the crack of the window, Jiang Lan turned over in pain and struggled to open her eyes.

The girl beside her had already prepared a neat white dress for her. The palm-wide red brocade outlined her slender waist. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and tied high behind her head, giving her a particularly heroic appearance. Sassy.

"By the way, yesterday's Tang Song, did you find out which family he belongs to?"

Zi Yuan paused for a moment with the hand that straightened her skirt, and then said softly: "Miss, that young master was not easy yesterday, our people were stopped."

"Oh? Stopped?" Jiang Lan pursed her lips slightly, her long and narrow eyes glistening: "Where are they going?"

Ziyuan knew what she was talking about, she nodded cautiously: "It's probably because the young master in there didn't escape."

"Tsk, I don't know which one it is."

Jiang Lan adjusted the wristband on her hand, thoughtfully, there are four princes in the current saint, she has seen the prince, no, the ninth prince is too young, it is impossible, there are four princes and seven princes left.

The age difference between the two princes is not much, so I don't know which one it will be.

"But miss, do you really like that young man yesterday? You only met for one night."

"Hey, that's not what I said. Fate doesn't matter how long you've known each other. That Tang Song can tell by just looking at his conversation that he has a good character and is gentle. He complements your lady perfectly!" Jiang Lan Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face.

"However, his body and bones should not be very good. On the surface, there is no major problem. In fact, the inside is already in danger, and he must be carefully maintained."

Jiang Lan walked out of the house while talking: "It is estimated that there are not many princes who are not in good health. You can find out who it is if you ask your father."

Jiang Xianhong had long been wearing a brown jacket and was sweating profusely on the training ground. When he saw her, he beckoned.

Jiang Lan didn't shirk it either, she flew onto the platform as soon as she stood on tiptoe, and her subordinates had already slashed at him mercilessly, using ten percent of their strength without mercy.

On the other side of the palace, Tang Song probably caught a cold when he came back at night, and suddenly contracted a cold, lying sickly on the bed.

Fu Dongsheng cried and wanted to stay and take care of him, but he drove him to the study to attend class.

Because the windows cannot be opened for the time being, in order to prevent the air from becoming cloudy, only Xiao Anzi and two other court ladies are serving in the bedroom.

"Master, drink this medicine soon?" Xiao Anzi helped him up, took the cushion and put it behind his back.

"It's too bitter." Tang Song had a bitter face, with resistance written all over his face, making his already pale face even more pitiful: "Put some sugar in it for me."

"But the medicinal properties of this medicine will be useless if sugar is added." Xiao Anzi held a porcelain bowl, the liquid inside was dark black, and the strong medicinal fragrance filled the entire bedroom: "Master, drink it quickly, Only after drinking can your body recover as soon as possible.”

"Little Anzi, please let me go, I think I'm fine."

Little Anzi held up the spoon, looked at his master with a pale face, and even his lips were as white as a piece of paper, and told him that he was fine.

But he can't use coercion either.

So the two of them were so stiff.

Until Yu Wenjie opened the palace door and came in.

"You wait at the door, don't come in." He closed the door and walked over at a faster pace: "What's going on?"

"Participate in the emperor." Xiao Anzi put away the spoon that had been handed to Tang Song's mouth, and explained: "Master refuses to drink medicine."

"Refused to take the medicine?" Yu Wenjie's voice became louder, and his brows frowned: "If he refuses to take the medicine, you won't think of a way?! Don't even look at the time! Give me the medicine."

Xiao Anzi lowered his head and handed him the bowl. The medicine was freshly boiled and still steaming.

Yu Wenjie scooped up a spoon, blew carefully, and then put it to Tang Song's mouth: "Be good, don't worry me."

Tang Song was already groggy, he didn't even have the strength to refuse, and there was still candy in his mind to persuade him, if this body didn't take the medicine, it would go away someday.

The spoon had broken his lips forcefully and reached between his lips and teeth.

He finally opened his mouth and swallowed.

The extreme bitterness made him almost vomit.

After the bowl of medicine was finished, Yu Wenjie let out a sigh of relief. He laid Tang Song flat, tucked him in the quilt, and said softly, "Go to sleep first, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

Once Tang Song fell asleep, he slept until it was dark. When he woke up, he saw the child's enlarged face, and there was a deep worry that was too late to hide.

As soon as Fu Dongsheng came back, he climbed onto Tang Song's bed and stared at him for almost half an hour. Xiao Anzi advised him to eat dinner first, but he refused, just stubbornly staying by Tang Song's side.

"Brother, you're worrying about me to death." The child blinked, and tears began to soak inside, falling drop by drop on the bright yellow brocade quilt.

"Don't worry, brother is fine." Tang Song smiled weakly.

After taking the medicine and having a good night's sleep, he already felt a lot better, his hands also had strength, and he was able to stretch out the quilt and hold the child in his arms.

Fu Dongsheng rested his head on Tang Song's chest, and he relaxed his heart a little after hearing the heartbeat there. He tightened the hand on Tang Song's waist.

"Brother, you will always be with me, right?"

Tang Song wiped his tears distressedly: "Yes, so Xiaosheng don't cry."

Half a month has passed since Tang Song's illness. During this period, the entire Tianji Palace was like a cold palace. Except for Yu Wenjie and Concubine Liang who often brought people to visit, no one else dared to take a look.

I'm afraid that the seventh prince's illness will get worse, and I will be angered by the emperor.

However, Yu Wenying also came here once, but his complexion was not very good, and he looked at Tang Song, as if he wanted to swallow him alive the next moment.

Tang Song didn't know why at first, but after Yu Wenjie found him, he could roughly guess the reason.

The weather was peaceful that day, the sky was cloudless, the sun was pouring down, and the imperial garden was fragrant. Colorful butterflies fluttered among the flowers and plants, and they would stop on the branches from time to time, interacting with small buds or blooming and swaying flowers. foil.

Yu Wenjie pulled Tang Song and sat in the gazebo in the garden.

A lot of exquisite snacks have been placed on the table in the gazebo. Tang Song is enjoying the snacks while enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared among the flowers, with a charming and graceful figure, her flexible and slender waist was outlined by a girdle, and her hair was scattered with black hair, which swayed slightly as she moved.

Tang Song thought it was one of Yu Wenjie's concubines, so he didn't think much about it.

After thinking about it for a while, the other party's searching voice came from his ear: "Xiao Qi, what do you think of this woman?"

"Very good." Tang Song took a leisurely sip of tea, but sprayed all of it on Yu Wenjie's face in the next second.

It's all because of the latter sentence: "How about I order you to get engaged?"