After I feel sorry for the cannon fodder prince, I wear a book

"Isn't General Di guarding the northern border? How could he let people hit Ancheng?"

Yu Yi couldn't believe it.

Dicheng has guarded the frontier for 30 years, and there have been constant wars, but they have never allowed the enemy to cross the Beijing River. Those barbarians only dared to burn, kill and loot the few cities to the north, and did not dare to act recklessly.

But now there is no news at all, and he was suddenly beaten to Ancheng, not to mention those courtiers in the imperial court who feel at ease all day long eating vegetarian meals, even Yu Yi couldn't think of what to do for a while.The Jing Dynasty has been in prosperity for nearly a hundred years. One of the two major armies is in the south of the Yangtze River and the other is in the north. There are no soldiers near Ancheng, and there is not even a road to transport grain and grass.

"The emperor has dispatched troops from the nearest city, and said... that he will send a prince to lead the defense against the enemy." Yue Yang was a little worried. The prince was exiled, and now the oldest prince in the court is Yu Yi. His Highness is in good health recently, he doesn't even sit in a wheelchair very often, and he can even go to the south of the Yangtze River, so this Ancheng...

"Where's General Di?" Yu Yi's intuition was wrong, Ancheng was just in the middle of the route from Northern Xinjiang to the capital, if there was time to send a prince from thousands of miles away, why not just transfer an experienced general from Northern Xinjiang?

"General Di..." Yue Yang could not bear it, "when he was attacked last night...he died in battle."

Yu Yi was speechless for a long while, and slowly sat down beside the bed.

Xiao Tan was still sleeping, and was not woken up at all.He may have been really sick recently, either he couldn't sleep all night, or once he fell asleep, it was difficult to wake up.

Knowing that he couldn't hear, Yu Yi reached out and pulled the brocade quilt that had slipped off Xiao Tan's shoulders to cover his ears.

"Go, immediately send someone into the palace to report to the emperor, saying that the king is seriously ill."

"...?" Yue Yang scratched his head, "Your Highness, if you say so, the emperor will definitely send an imperial doctor to the mansion for diagnosis, and then it will be..." It was revealed.

No matter how much Yu Yinjiang loves Yu Yi, he will never be suspicious of this obvious "coincidence". There must be someone coming from the palace, and Jiang Han can't just make up a few nonsense to fool him.

Yu Yi waved her hand: "This king has his own calculations. Go quickly, so as not to miss the opportunity."

"...Yes." Seeing this, Yue Yang didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he turned around and arranged for people to enter the palace.

His Highness has never let his subordinates down, no matter what they want to do this time, they will definitely go all out.

The door opened and closed.

Yu Yi turned her head slightly, looked at Xiao Tan's frowning brows while sleeping, and couldn't help smiling wryly.

If he made such a bad move this time, he was afraid that this person would blame him again after he woke up.

But thinking of Xiao Qin's vague estrangement these days, Yu Yi suddenly felt that such an illness might not be a bad thing.

That's it.

Yu Yi stroked Xiao Tan's eyebrows.

As long as you can hide it, let it be as long as you can.

*****

It's not yet dawn.

Yu Yinjiang walked out of the bedroom quickly, with a very gloomy face.

"Your Majesty, the adults are waiting outside, and this servant will help you change your clothes." Li Fuquan stepped forward cautiously, while the maids standing beside him were silent, not daring to make a sound.

In a peaceful and prosperous age, they were beaten to the door of the house. Even women like them, who have been trapped in the palace for a long time, find it ridiculous.

"Well," Yu Yinjiang stood up, "how is Yu Yi?"

"Dr. Liu has just talked back and forth. The Second Highness may have been traveling for a long time. The climate in the south of the Yangtze River and the capital is much worse. It is inevitable that if you don't adapt, the old disease will recur." Don't be too anxious, Your Majesty."

Yu Yinjiang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "When did Yu Yi...be sick?"

Li Fuquan paused, and then replied naturally: "Oh, I can't remember clearly, it seems that since last night, I have been afraid that His Majesty will be worried, so I didn't dare to enter the palace to report."

"Yeah." Yu Yinjiang was slightly relieved.

Right.

Yu Yi's child has always been in poor health, and his face was not very good-looking when he entered the palace.

"Send more people to check... Are all the ministers here?"

"It's all here, Your Majesty please."

Li Fuquan lifted the curtain, and Yu Yinjiang came out. Seven or eight ministers were waiting outside with different expressions. Yu Xun's uncle, Fang Zhe, the former commander of the Ancheng Guard Army, was among them.

"See Your Majesty—"

"Pingshen." Yu Yinjiang's face was serious, "You all know the situation in Ancheng."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Liang Zerui, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, spoke first: "The old minister listened to His Majesty's intention... I want to send a prince over there."

As he said this, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his back.

After the case of the prince, he completely sided with Yu Yi, but now the master is lying unconscious on the bed, there are nine people in the room including Yu Yinjiang, only he is neutral and unbiased.

The remaining ones... who are not riveted enough to protect their master, and then take the opportunity to push another prince to do such a life-threatening job.

"That's right, I do have that intention. The soldiers have already been dispatched, but General Di died in battle, but there is no commander. Besides, Fang Aiqing's leg problems have become more and more serious in the past few years, and it is difficult to solve this urgent need."

Fang Zhe coughed lightly, and someone behind him immediately said, "This is a national crisis. In order to boost morale, we must send the elderly prince to stabilize the morale of the army."

Yu Yinjiang nodded slightly.This is what he thought.

"That's wrong," someone said on the other side, "The Seventh Prince has lived with Lord Fang in Ancheng for a long time since he was a child, and he has a better understanding of Ancheng's defenses. Besides, he has been taught by General Di for many years, so he is naturally a good candidate!"

"No," another person continued, "General Di is the mentor of His Highness the Seventh Highness, and his mentor died. His Highness is grieving in his heart, and his behavior is inevitably not calm. How can he be allowed to lead the army at this time? If something unexpected happens, Where is it that you can take on it!"

"But the Third Highness doesn't have any experience in leading troops to fight, what Ancheng needs now is a real general!"

"Because of the urgency of the situation, it is even more necessary for the elder prince to go to sit in charge. His Royal Highness has not yet reached the crown, how can he take on this important task—"

Fang Zhe coughed lightly, and glanced at the man.

The words are a little too much.

If it is said that Yu Xun is too young to lead the army to fight, will he be able to inherit the throne and serve as the leader of the court in the future?

This reason cannot be used casually.

"Okay." Yu Yinjiang listened in silence for a long while, and finally waved his hand.

"Everything you say is true."

"Let's send Yu Shu there. He is older and more stable, so I can rest assured."

The crowd fell silent.

"Li Fuquan, haven't you delivered the decree yet?"

*****

"Bangdang-"

It was the sound of the copper basin falling to the ground, accompanied by a crisp sound, as if something made of porcelain was broken.

Xiao Qin suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

It was still the memory of the original owner's youth, which tormented him all night for no reason, but did not help Yu Yi in the slightest.

He was silent for a long while, and only got up when his breathing slowed down. The quilt beside him had already lost its temperature, and Yu Yi might have been gone for a long time.

"Qingyuan?"

Xiao Qin pushed open the door, and at the door, Qing Yuan was kneeling on the ground in a hurry to pick up the tiles.

"My lord, my lord." Seeing him, Qingyuan was a little flustered.

Xiao Qin lowered his head, and there was a pool of black medicine at his feet, exuding a strong bitter smell.

"What is the decoction for? Who is sick?"

"Yes... I, I'm sick." Qing Yuan trembled, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Xiao Tan.

"... Seriously?" Xiao Tan frowned.

"I, I—" Qingyuan hesitated for a while, seeing that his eyes were getting redder, he finally threw away the porcelain in his hand and cried, "Master, go and have a look! Your Highness, He—he's dying!!"