The emperor always wants to give me marriage

Lin Fang was furious, his face was gloomy, he spit out a mouthful of blood, but let out a long breath instead.

Only then did Mr. Bai Da's brows relax, and he hurriedly went to decoct the medicine for him again.

"Okay...what a Xia Zhi." Lin Fang leaned on the soft pillow, looked at the cloak on the chair with his head tilted, and sneered, "I said why I suddenly thought of coming to see me, and I really wanted something."

Qinglan understood, and handed the cloak to his hand.

His cold fingertips stroked the soft fur of the cloak, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth. The wind and snow from the inside out chilled him to the bone.

Suddenly, his fingertips paused, and his eyes focused on the dried blood on the chest of the cloak.It was originally a piece of snow-white fox fur, crystal clear, but now it turned into a messy dark brown.

Qing Lan asked softly: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Okay, how can I do it?" Lin Fang's eyes were dark, his pupils were dark, and there was a trace of jealousy in his speech. He threw the cloak on the ground and said angrily, "Burn it."

"master?"

Qinglan was surprised, usually all the things that the emperor rewarded were kept in the Treasure Pavilion with great care, why today...

She didn't dare to say much, and bowed back with the cloak in her arms, thinking about it, but she was still afraid that the master would think of it and blame him later, so she secretly hid it.

The window opposite the bed was open, and the withered winter scenery outside the window was unobstructed.

Lin Fang turned his body sideways, and there was a ball of jealousy in his chest that had nowhere to vent, and his thoughts were tightly entangled, unable to break free.

The thick quilt was draped over his body, and Mrs. Tang was lying on the soles of his feet. His body gradually warmed up, but the position of his knees was still slightly sore. Every winter or rainy day, the pain was so painful that he couldn't go down to the ground.

It was the bitter fruit planted when I was studying with Xia Zhi when I was young. There is no cure for it, so I can only live well.

Mr. Bai Da once advised him to keep a low profile and make a decision, but the world is like a chess game, so how can he have the time to waste it?Entering the camp of the Chinese army to train soldiers is just thinking about getting ahead as soon as possible and skyrocketing.

It's just that there are many serious diseases in the bitter cold place, and I was already physically tired. After two years of training in the military camp, it caused old diseases and almost killed me at the border.

Lin Fang shrank into the quilt, feeling that the wind from the border was chasing him from the far north, freezing his bones, which is why he was so cold.

He was feverish and drowsy, Xia Zhi's face flashed before his eyes, he drank wine, his face was flushed, he lay on the hard bed in the side hall, crying, "Lin Fang, don't go. "

Lin felt reassured, and murmured vaguely, "I won't leave."

When she turned around, she saw the magnificent Yongqing Palace in front of her. Concubine Mei was leaning in Xia Zhi's arms. The two were gentle and affectionate.

Lin Fang woke up suddenly, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, gasping for breath.

He was absent-minded for a moment, with a bitter smile on his lips, much bitterer than that bowl of soup.

For the case of Concubine Mei, Xia Zhi was willing to come over to have a look at him, and even brought over the cloak.It's just that the blood on the cloak is really chilling, and I don't know where it was thrown in the corner in the past, but now it is needed, so I took it out and sent it to him eagerly.

As if he was begging.

Lin Fang was depressed for a moment, and then felt a trace of regret.

What kind of thing is Concubine Mei, worthy of venting her anger for her and Xia Zhi?Wouldn't that flatter her.

"Qinglan."

He called out, and Qinglan stood beside the couch with her eyebrows lowered.

"What about the cloak?"

"According to the master's order, burn it."

Lin Fang pinched his fingertips: "It really burned?"

"Yes."

Lin Fang snorted: "I don't see you doing things so neatly on weekdays."

Probably because of the severe pain in the knee, the temper became much harsher than before: "Since you burned it, even if it was burned to ashes, you have to pick it up for me and squeeze it together."

"Yes."

When Mr. Bai Da came in with a medicine bowl, he happened to see this scene, and with a bluffing face, he said mockingly: "You worthless thing, you got angry elsewhere, so you take your anger out on Qinglan girl, let's see what you can do. Come, drink your medicine."

Looking at the big bowl of thick black soup in front of him, Lin Fang was a little apprehensive, but Mr. Baida was sitting in town with a ruler in his hand. He didn't dare to be presumptuous. He picked up the bowl and raised his head. The medicine was swallowed.

"You are really asking for trouble." Mr. Bai Da was rather annoyed, "Then what is so good about the emperor's son, is it worth your worrying about gain and loss?"

Lin Fang didn't argue with him, but handed him the medicine bowl, and only asked, "What's so good about my mother, that Mr. Wang can't forget it all these years?"

Mr. Bai Da was rarely speechless, blowing his beard and staring for a while, unable to explain why.

"Hey you bastard." Just as she was about to teach him a lesson, Qing Lan came in again, holding in her arms the cloak that Lin Fangnian was talking about.

Lin Fang's eyelids twitched: "Didn't it burn?"

Qinglan said: "According to the master's order, this subordinate picked up the ashes from the charcoal basin and squeezed them together again."

Mr. Bai Da laughed, took the cloak and shook it away, took it to Lin Fang and dangled it around twice: "Come on, let's see Qinglan girl's handiwork, can you pinch it to your liking? Oh, don't tell me, Qinglan is usually reticent, but she is very clever in her heart."

"That's right, don't treat me as a master."

Although he was taunting, there was a half-smile on his face, and he pulled the cloak over his body, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared a lot.

When Xia Zhi entered Dingguohou's mansion, he was full of spirits, but when he came out, he was frowning. He didn't find out half of the news, and he was secretly teased by Lin Fang.

He thought about it late at night, and felt that he had to let go of his figure if he wanted something from others. If he was too thin-skinned, he would definitely not be able to get things done. When he went to court the next day, he secretly stuffed the "Doctrine of the Mean" into his arms.

Fuxiu couldn't help being startled, and hastily persuaded: "Your Majesty must not, if the civil servants find out, don't you want to cause chaos?"

He only thought that the emperor was bored and wanted to watch this thing in the court hall.

"I have my own magic, you don't need to say more."

Xia Zhi went to the court with great interest, and it was the first time that he was looking forward to his confrontation with Lin Fang, but it was a pity that Lin Fang didn't give him half a chance, and he never raised his eyes to look at the dragon chair during the entire court meeting.

Seeing that he was facing down, the soles of Lin Fang's feet seemed to have been oiled, and they disappeared after a stab.

Fuxiu observed the words and expressions, and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Marquis Dingguo has not gone to court today, and the servant heard that he is ill."

Xia Zhi's eyes lit up: "Let's go, follow me to visit the Marquis of Dingguo, by the way, go to the Imperial Hospital to fetch two ginseng plants."

Fuxiu asked, "But it will take a thousand years?"

"What's a millennium?" Xia Zhi was displeased, "A hundred years is fine."

After thinking about it, he said again: "Take the millennium one too."

The servants of the Marquis of Dingguo's Mansion have been flattered recently, they don't know why their master is so favored, the emperor actually came to the door for two days in a row.

However, this time it was his Lord Hou who visited.

The housekeeper sent a servant to report to Lord Hou, but the servant was flustered and ran to the backyard in a hurry, there must be something hidden in it.

"Wait a minute." Xia Zhi saw a clue, and thought about it, "You lead the way, I will go directly."

The boy didn't dare to disobey, and led Xia Zhi all the way to the backyard. Before entering the courtyard, he heard a babbling sound, which seemed to be singing, but the voice was a little rough, which is really not flattering.

Walking to a side room, Fuxiu suddenly shouted: "The emperor is here!"

The drama in the room stopped, turned into a burst of noise, Xia Zhi sneered, Fuxiu kicked open the door, and saw Yingying and Yanyan fleeing in all directions.

"Marquis Dingguo?"

Xia Zhi called out, and saw a figure wrapped in kelp coming out from under the table, his face was covered with rouge and powder, and his body was a girl's sleeves, it was really funny.

Xia Zhi almost laughed out loud, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the laughter.

Ding Guohou was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground and wanted to kowtow.

Xia Zhi didn't stop him, and watched him kowtow his head firmly, quickly adjusted his facial expression, and severely reprimanded: "What a Dingguohou, I only think that you are worried about state affairs and feel unwell, but unexpectedly you are here with me. It really impresses me to be in the company of actors and actresses. Since you are addicted to this, you don't have to go to court in the future, just specialize in this way!"

"Your Majesty—" Ding Guohou looked pale and cried, "Your Majesty, old minister..."

"Step aside!"

Xia Zhi's face was gloomy, the muscles on his face were tense, and he quickly left the backyard.

Fuxiu asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you need to keep two ginseng plants..."

"Not a single one," Xia Zhi angrily walked towards Lin Fang's bedroom, "Take them all to the son's room."

"Yes."

Xia Zhi made all the preparations this time, and he was quite confident. As soon as he entered the room, he winked at Fuxiu.

Fuxiu hurriedly presented the ginseng, and then described the scene just happened with embellishment, straightly describing Xia Zhi's wise and powerful, and Ding Guohou's ugliness to the fullest.

At the end, Xia Zhi made the final conclusion: "Aiqing, you are my loyal minister, and you are only thinking of me. You were deprived of your position as the son of the prince that day because you listened to the instigation of Marquis Dingguo. Now I know that you almost committed a crime that day. You made a big mistake and wronged my minister."

Xia Zhi stepped into Dingguohou's mansion, and Lin Fang got the news. Every move that happened in the backyard had already been heard by his ears.

Just watching the master and servant singing together and cooperating tacitly, he listened boredly, noncommittal.

It's a pity that every time I listen to one more sentence, my heart will be swayed, and I can't help thinking, this Concubine Mei is so good, is it worth your effort?

What he didn't expect was that Xia Zhi actually did something more thoughtful than this.