The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

After the truce between the two countries, Ming Feiqing was taken back to Xiqin Imperial City to recuperate.

He lay on the bed for two full months before he managed to save his life, but he couldn't do without the decoction in this life.

On the warmer day before winter, the Empress Dowager called him into the palace. This was the third time that Shoukang Palace had invited him. The previous two times, Ming Feiqing had escaped by reason of physical discomfort. The queen mother was afraid that she would be displeased, so she entered the palace and stayed for half an hour.

When I came back, there was a carriage full of rare treasures - all gifted by the Queen Mother.

"The empress dowager really likes the young master." Tianqing sat in the carriage, holding several boxes of exquisite pastries made by the royal chef in the palace, "I sent so many good things to the palace, that night pearl is big and beautiful. Liang, it's priceless at first glance, and these boxes of hawthorn cakes." He patted the box of pastries in his hands.

"Knowing that the young master likes to eat, the empress specially asked someone to prepare three boxes."

Xiqin's Empress Dowager Jing is very prestigious, if others valued her, they would have already had fun under the covers.

Ming Feiqing was not happy at all.

"A Jin doesn't like my association with the empress dowager, and I really couldn't shirk it before entering the palace today, Tianqing, you should restrain yourself."

Tianqing pursed her lips, and muttered: "Your Highness is really strange, wouldn't it be good for many people to feel sorry for you, Young Master?"

"Speak carefully." Ming Feiqing reminded him, "The Queen Mother ordered the death of Concubine Shu back then. Ah Jin was worried about this matter, so I naturally have to be with him."

"But this hawthorn cake is really delicious." Tian Qing opened the box, picked up a piece, and shook it in front of Ming Feiqing's eyes, "Young Master, your appetite has been very poor in the past two months. , but today I ate six pieces of haw jelly in one go."

He handed the hawthorn cake to Ming Feiqing's mouth: "Master, for His Highness, he has to look forward and backward even to eat like this. Madam knows how distressed she is."

Tianqing was abandoned by his biological parents because of his stupid looks. After Ming Feiqing took him in, he often taught him to read and write. Now he is also a little servant who can speak idioms. The words of his persuasion are actually very reasonable.

Ming Feiqing was a little moved by the words, but he was really greedy, so he couldn't help but took the hawthorn cake, and ate it in three mouthfuls.

While eating happily, the carriage stopped suddenly, the driver lifted a corner of the curtain and poked his head in and said, "Young Master Ming, the road ahead is blocked."

Ming Feiqing raised the curtain and took a look outside, and saw that acrobatics were being performed in the middle of the road, and the onlookers directly blocked the road, making it impossible for a carriage to pass.

"It's not difficult." The guards of the palace accompanying the carriage said respectfully to Ming Feiqing: "The carriage of the palace is passing by, ordinary people should avoid it and give way."

The acrobats in front were performing boulders on their chests, which was the most exciting moment. If the guards stepped forward to stop at this moment, it would not only lose the interest of the audience, but also cause the acrobatic troupe to fail.

"That's all." Ming Feiqing glanced at the boy with the huge boulder on his chest, and couldn't bear it, "Don't disturb them, I just want to get out of the car and take a walk."

The guard's gaze shifted to his knees: "Your Highness has told you that the young master's leg injury has not healed, so you should not be tired."

"It's not far from the palace, so you won't get tired after walking a few steps."

Ming Feiqing had made up his mind, and the guards couldn't persuade him anymore, Tianqing thought of something, and took a white veiled hat: "Master, put this on."

Ming Feiqing was puzzled: "Why should I cover my face?"

Tianqing can't lie, she can't tell the truth, and she can't make up a lie.

Ming Feiqing didn't take it seriously, and got off the carriage smoothly with the help of the guards.

After three years, he went to the streets of Kyoto again, only to realize that the prosperity of the imperial city was much higher than that of three years ago, and all kinds of tricks emerged one after another, which dazzled him. It seemed that this place was not in the same world as the poor Tuzhou.

Ming Feiqing first looked at the boulder on his chest, seeing the young boy get up from the gravel smoothly, everyone around applauded, the older leader turned the gong over and walked over one by one.

Seeing other people throwing copper coins into the gong, Ming Feiqing realized that this was the meaning of a busker begging for reward.

The gong was handed to him, and he hurriedly took the purse from Tian Qing, without even thinking about it, he took an ingot of gold and put it in.

The boss only felt that the gong in his hand sank, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be an ingot of gold. When he wanted to thank him in surprise, he couldn't find anyone.

"My lord, you are too generous!! Generally, you only need to give a few pieces of silver!"

Tian Qing didn't even stop her just now.

But Ming Feiqing said: "A Jin gave too much gold, I really don't know how to spend it, and it's not easy for those people to make a living."

Tian Qing and the two guards: "..." Give me this gold, and I can crush big stones in my chest!

There were so many new and interesting things on the street, Ming Feiqing was so excited about shopping that he forgot that the injury on his leg just happened not too long ago.

Suddenly, a few rumors reached his ears.

"Is he the one you're talking about?"

"Yes, yes, the picture in the story book is drawn according to his appearance. The things written in it are really unsightly. I don't know if it is true or not. How can a man be like that?"

Although these two sentences did not refer to a specific person, Ming Feiqing's good mood immediately collapsed when he heard them. He turned around and looked, and the two mutterings stopped immediately—— There is no silver 300 taels here.

"Young master, what's the matter with you?" Tian Qing noticed that his face turned pale suddenly, and was very worried.

"I... let's go home."

The injury on his knee suddenly became so painful that he couldn't bear it for a moment.

Ming Feiqing lowered his head, only then did he realize that it was necessary to wear the veil, because he was a shameful person.

Once the psychological defense is released, the pain on the body becomes extraordinarily existential.

It's not far from the palace, but Ming Feiqing walked away covered in cold sweat, his feet were weak, and he had to be supported by Tian Qing and the guards to prevent him from falling.

Just like that, he staggered to the gate of Prince Jing's mansion, and the coachman who had made a detour earlier was instructing his family to unload the carriage of gifts into the mansion.

A handsome man dressed in brocade clothes came out of the mansion, Ming Feiqing couldn't recognize who it was for a moment.

The guard at the side said: "That is Lin Ji, the only son of the Xiangfu."

"Lin Ji?" Ming Feiqing remembered that Lin Ji had been educated in the palace with him, and had been classmates for half a year.

Lin Ji also saw Ming Feiqing, and smiled with a handsome face: "Young Master Ming, I haven't seen you for three years."

Ming Feiqing knew that his complexion was not very good-looking, but he couldn't lose his courtesy, so he replied with a smile: "Long time no see."

"You just came back from Shoukang Palace?" Lin Ji took a look at the pattern on the gift box. It was a phoenix pattern woven with gold thread, and only the queen mother could use it in the palace.

Lin Ji often walked around in the palace, so he could tell at a glance: "Your Highness might not be happy to see these things."

Everyone in Prince Jing's residence knew that His Highness and the Empress Dowager were at odds.

"You seem to know Your Highness very well?" Ming Feiqing asked back.

The smile on Lin Ji's face deepened, he deliberately walked up to Ming Feiqing, patted his right shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "During the three years you were entangled with Yelu Nanzhi in the Southern Kingdom, you have always been I am by His Highness's side to help him solve problems. I know His Highness no less than you."

Hearing the hostility in his words, Ming Feiqing said in a low voice: "The most difficult time for Your Highness was when he was young in Tuzhou. He didn't have enough food and clothing. Why didn't Mr. Lin go to him to solve his problems? Now he has entered the Lordship. In the imperial city, Mr. Lin has come to solve your worries and problems after being named a prince? I want to ask, what kind of worries are you solving, and what difficulties are you solving?"

Lin Ji's smile was a little bit colder, and dissatisfaction welled up in his eyes, Ming Feiqing met his gaze calmly: "We share joys and sorrows, Mr. Lin only achieved the first two words, and he actually showed them off."

Lin Ji was so blocked that he couldn't speak a word, and left angrily.

After he left, Ming Feiqing showed some unconcealable pain on his face.

In the evening, Imperial Physician Qin came to change his medicine. Seeing that there was blood on his knee again, he had a terrible headache: "This injury is only getting better. Young Master, it's better not to go out for a walk."

Ming Feiqing was a little absent-minded, and after the wound was given medicine, he came back to his senses under the stinging pain, and murmured: "I really shouldn't go out to meet people."

The voice was too low, Qin Ran didn't hear him clearly, he was busy using the best medicine to stop the bleeding and remove blood stasis.

After taking the medicine, it's time for dinner, and Xichun is serving the meal tonight.

"Today, His Highness has something to discuss in the palace, so he asked his servants to serve you meals first. Today, the chef cooked a dish of fish head soup that the young master likes."

Ming Feiqing felt something was wrong when he heard the voice, he looked carefully at Xichun's eyes, they were red and swollen.

After being questioned, Xichun finally told the truth: "My younger brother caught a cold a while ago, and was given fierce medicine by a quack doctor. Last night, he suddenly didn't know about his personnel, and he couldn't wake him up. Slave... Slave is just such a relative. .." At the end of the sentence, Xichun cried out.

"That's how it is." Ming Feiqing called Tian Qing over, "Perhaps Imperial Physician Qin is still taking the medicine in the front yard, you ask him to take the medicine, go show it to Xichun's younger brother, if you want to use some precious medicinal materials, Just find me."

When Xichun heard this, she immediately knelt down and thanked Dade: "If my brother can escape from danger, I will repay you as a slave and a horse in my next life."

Ming Feiqing smiled, didn't take it seriously, and just said: "I don't need you to serve me here, you should go back and look after my brother first."

Xichun thanked her again and again, and then she and Tianqing retreated together.

There was a table of good food on the table, but Ming Feiqing couldn't whet his appetite.

Knowing that Huaijin ordered someone to make the fish soup, he forced himself to drink two bowls.

His mouth was still very light. Although the medicine prescribed by the doctor Qin had miraculous effects, it also temporarily blunted his sense of taste, and he could not taste the taste of many delicacies.

Only the hawthorn cake in the palace is delicious.

Ming Feiqing couldn't hold back, secretly found out the box of snacks given by the Queen Mother, and secretly ate it.

He ate so happily and so devotedly that Huai Jin walked into the room without making a sound and didn't notice.

"What delicious food to eat while hiding in the house?" Huai Ziyu asked casually.

Ming Feiqing was so frightened that he was so frightened that he coughed immediately. Huaijin was startled, handed him a glass of water, and patted him on the back, and Feiqing finally recovered.

The first thing he does when he recovers is to hide the box of pastries behind his back—it's almost a guilty conscience.

Huai Ziyu didn't notice this box of pastries at first, the more Fei Qing reacted, the more he wanted to find out.

In the end, it was discovered that this box was a gift box that was only qualified for the Shoukang Palace. Naturally, this pastry could only be rewarded by the Queen Mother.

Huaijin's face was a little displeased, and she was even more displeased when she saw only two mouthfuls of fish soup on the table.

Ming Feiqing immediately threw down the half-eaten pastry in his hand, and pushed the whole box of hawthorn cakes away: "I won't eat, Jin, don't be unhappy."

In fact, he almost ate up the three boxes of haw jelly.

The empty box showed that Ming Feiqing really liked the food sent by the Queen Mother.

"Feiqing, you said you would be of one mind with me. You are so close to the queen mother today, where do you put my late mother and concubine?"

Ming Feiqing lowered his head, grabbed his sleeves and rubbed them uneasily, and explained in a low voice: "The Empress Dowager sent someone to invite her three times, and the matter was only three times. If I decline again, I'm afraid she will mistakenly think that Prince Jing's residence is disrespectful to her. After entering the palace, I just sat down and left, not very close."

Huaijin said coldly: "If you really don't want to get close to her, you should throw away those three boxes of hawthorn cakes when they leave the palace."