The eldest princess brought the baby again

After traveling all the way to Nanyu and returning to Xinzhi, Weixi's mood changed a lot and became much heavier.

Jun Fan holds her hand, the former Nanyu Palace has now become a palace.

Even her former Nanyu king is not allowed to enter.

Said it was a sacrifice, but it was just a simple preparation, and it was not too extravagant.

Junfan looked at her dressed in sackcloth, kneeling in front of the former king of Nanyu.

This cemetery was built when Nanyu King was alive, and it is the joint burial place for Nanyu Queen.

Wei Xi slowly kowtowed to the two adjacent tombstones.

There is a layer of dark clouds above the sky, as if it will rain at any time.

The worship was over, Wei Xi stood up slowly: "Mother's teaching, Wei Xi will always remember."

Today's Xincheng is full of sadness. One year ago today, the entire Nanyu ushered in turmoil, and the country has never been a country since then.

Wei Xi and his group walked on the street, and the people on both sides were as silent as her.

Dongluo's army is maintaining order.

Weixi lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. Probably these people don't understand why she led the troops to quell the rebellion in Lousu.

Everyone thought that she was still staying in Xinzhi for a while, but in fact, Weixi left the next day and continued to be her idle king.

Of course, most people don't believe that she really gave up everything like this, such as Luo Sinian, such as King Dongluo.

But after more than a month, Weixi and Junfan are traveling together, visiting brothels and restaurants.

At this time, Yaskawa came to a genius doctor, who was recommended to the prince by Dr. Zuozhi.

It is said that this genius doctor is a disciple of the former genius doctor Rong Lian.

When King Dongluo heard Rong Lian's name, he sighed slowly. These old acquaintances disappeared one by one, feeling a little lonely for no reason.

In the Prince's East Palace, a man in a blue court uniform led a young man in a moon-white shirt into the East Palace.

Luo Qiran was drinking, but no one knew that His Royal Highness has been addicted to alcohol since Tianchen came back, drinking all day long, his health is getting worse day by day.

Even if the king of Dongluo reprimanded him, it was useless. The prince didn't care about punishment at all.

"Your Highness." Doctor Zuo Zhi knelt down respectfully.

The young man at the side looked at Luo Qiran and smiled.

"Bold, you don't kneel down when you see the prince." Huang Men on the side scolded.

Only then Rong Hao knelt down unhurriedly: "Cao Min pays homage to His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness is a thousand years old."

Luo Qiran squinted at them: "What's the matter?"

"His Royal Highness, this is the genius doctor Rong Hao, who may be able to heal His Highness well." Dr. Zuo Zhi replied unhurriedly.

Luo Qiran sneered: "Your Majesty, I am troublesome. The imperial physicians in the palace are helpless for this prince's illness. Do you think a mere countryman can cure this prince?"

"If it can't be cured, the crown prince will take the heads of the grass people." Rong Hao said it himself before Dr. Zuo Zhi answered.

"Oh? If that's the case, the crown prince will reserve your title first." Luo Qiran sneered.

Rong Hao straightened up slowly, not afraid of Luo Qiran at all.

"Then let's take a look." Luo Qiran stretched out his hand lazily, Rong Hao got up and walked over slowly.

And the recommended doctor Zuo Zhi still knelt on the spot, still a little worried about Rong Hao's words.

But it's not about Rong Hao, but about being implicated.

"Your Highness's illness is really troublesome." Rong Hao said slowly.

Luo Qiran squinted his eyes: "Why is this a plan to offer the head of the item?"

Rong Hao shook his head slowly: "Your Highness is joking, although it is tricky, it is not too difficult. Your Highness trusts Cao Min, and Cao Min will go to dispense the medicine."

Luo Qiran waved his hand: "Go."

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and filled himself with wine, but before the wine reached his lips, the wine glass in Luo Qiran's hand was knocked down.

Rong Hao bowed respectfully to Luo Qiran: "Your Highness, it's better not to drink alcohol. Alcohol turns medicine into medicine. If Your Highness wants grass people to heal you, it's best to listen to grass people's arrangements."

Luo Qiran's eyes turned cold: "Are you provoking the prince?"

"His Royal Highness, the grass people are only thinking of His Highness." Rong Hao still smiled indifferently, and Luo Qiran who didn't come saw Lou Weixi's feeling from him, and couldn't help being even more annoyed.

But in the end, he calmed down: "Go down, you stay."

"Tell me how you want to cure the prince's illness?" Luo Qiran looked at Rong Hao jokingly.

Rong Hao put down his medicine box, and looked at Luo Qiran with interest: "Your Highness is not sick, so why do you need treatment?"

Luo Qiran's pupils shrank slightly, but then he calmed down: "Did Lou Weixi call you here?"

Rong Hao shrugged: "That's right."

Luo Qiran waved his hand: "Forget it, it's boring."

Rong Hao played with the folding fan in his hand: "Your Highness, don't drink this wine, even if you are not sick, you may be sick if you do this every day."

Luo Qiran's face turned cold: "Don't think that Lou Weixi asked you to come, so the prince would not dare to touch you."

Rong Hao glanced around, found a seat and sat down on his own: "If I were a subject, I wouldn't want to assist someone like Your Highness."

Luo Qiran's sword touched Rong Hao's throat, but Rong Hao continued unhurriedly: "A person who only knows how to indulge in his own sorrow is really not suitable to be the king of a country."

"Your Highness, do you think so?"

Luo Qiran's sword pierced again, but instead, his sword lay across his neck.

Rong Hao returned the sword to him: "Your Highness' body has been hollowed out by alcohol."

Luo Qiran sneered: "She, Lou Weixi, also wants the prince to be a puppet king."

Rong Hao sneered, looked at Luo Qiran and shook his head: "That's all."

"Puppet, can she do it if she wants?" Sure enough, Rong Hao put away his folding fan: "His Highness has added a lot of things to his daily medicine, that is, His Highness will be safe if he doesn't drink it. here."

Luo Sinian wanted the throne, but Luo Qiran stood in the way of the throne.

In the face of power, family affection is worthless.

In addition, this prince is already ill, if one day he becomes terminally ill and there is no cure, it is not surprising, is it?

But now because the prince is weak, many things are left to Luo Sinian.

All the civil and military officials in the court are guessing whether His Majesty really intends to pass on the position of crown prince to this younger brother. After all, in terms of achievements and abilities, Luo Sinian is above Luo Qiran.

Luo Qiran's laughter echoed in the empty hall.

In those dead eyes, there was a deep hatred.

"No one wants to snatch the prince's things!"

The former Luo Qiran was submissive and did not dare to disobey his father's words.

But in the end, Luo Qiran only thought it was ridiculous, he was sent to Tianchen to become a proton, while Luo Sinian was flourishing in court.

Why, all of this is his.

Rong Hao entered the palace again, saw Luo Qiran tidy up, smiled, took his pulse routinely, and then boiled the medicine himself.

Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine, as for whether the heart medicine is too strong, Rong Hao doesn't care.

Thinking about Lou Weixi taking his sweetheart to visit mountains and rivers by himself, but getting him into the palace all the way, Rong Hao is not very happy.

Then you have to have some fun for yourself.

I heard that a genius doctor came to the East Palace, and the prince's illness gradually improved, and he was able to go to court.

Although it still looks a little weak, at least the spirit is much better.

After listening to Feng Jingshuo's report, Weixi smiled softly: "It seems that this genius doctor still has some skills."

Junfan shook his head slowly: "The general is also half a doctor."

Wei Xi was noncommittal, let Luo Qiran do this matter of fighting for power and profit by himself.

Luo Qiran is not stupid, but he has no fighting spirit.

As for her, just be a spectator.

King Dongluo naturally wanted Luo Qiran to inherit the throne, and he was a son he had single-handedly trained, but Luo Qiran was too cowardly and indecisive. When the storm was about to rise, Luo Qiran could not support Dongluo.

But if King Dongluo saw Luo Qiran's strength, there would be no problem.

As for whether Luo Qiran can understand King Dongluo's thoughts, that's another matter.

Wei Xi stretched her waist: "Do you want to play polo tomorrow?"

Junfan drank tea slowly: "Qiwen can't."

"I'll teach you."

Weixi was a little helpless when she saw the person who could come and go freely on the court, why did she believe that she couldn't?

"The general lost~" Junfan looked at Weixi innocently, and Weixi spread her hands: "The general has nothing to lose to Qiwen."

She can do such things as being a rascal, after all, she has learned something from following someone for so long.

Jun Fan curled his lips and smiled: "No hurry, the general owes you first."

Weixi complied helplessly.

In any case, Weixi at least bears the name of the king of Nanyu County, and he is treated well no matter where he goes.

It's just that she will always be dragged to drink and so on, Weixi has a headache.

And the story of Mr. Qiwen has already spread, so no one is surprised that Junfan followed Weixi.

Wei Xi slowly opened her eyes as the faint light came in through the window, Jun Fan was still sleeping with her arms around her.

He touched her hand with his fingertips, not as cold as in the daytime, he relaxed a little, and got up lightly.

Covering the quilt for Junfan, worry flashed across his eyes.

She is always so cold, but she can only feel the coldness, but even the coldness does not prevent her from using her internal strength.

For the first time, she was annoyed that she was not good at studying medicine, so she could only ask her senior brother.

Wei Xi got dressed, the sky was still not very bright, but Feng Jingshuo was already up.

Looking at the young man dancing sword, he nodded slightly, Feng Jingshuo's progress is still quite big.

The stone in his hand bounced towards Feng Jingshuo's calf.

Feng Jingshuo was in pain for a while, turned around and saw Weixi, and immediately withdrew his sword: "General."

"better."

Feng Jingshuo lowered his head in embarrassment: "Thank you, General, for your teaching."

"Have you ever thought about going back?" Wei Xi suddenly remembered, as if she had never had a good chat with him, and motioned him to sit down on the stone bench, but Feng Jingshuo still shook his head: "This subordinate dare not."

"As for going back? There, it's not worthy of the word "return." The young man's face showed indifference, and the Feng family was just a place he didn't want to look back to.

"Forget it." Wei Xi smiled clearly: "Go and change clothes."

Feng Jingshuo slowly lowered his head and walked back to his room.

Home is a warm word, but not all places are worthy of this word.