It's hard to seal a fool

In the palace city of Ningjing, there were many lights, and Prince Zhao Jin stood in front of the dragon's couch without saying a word.

"His Royal Highness, my lord—"

Inside the veil, Zhao De fell asleep peacefully, and would never wake up again.The imperial doctor knelt beside him, trembling.The saints went there in their sleep, ignorant, but in the end they were incompetent, and they were terrified for fear that the prince would punish him.

Zhao Jin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"The order will be passed down, and the funeral will not be held in secret for seven days. Send a letter to Qian Ting and act according to the plan."

The imperial doctors suddenly raised their heads and looked at each other.

Seven days later, Zhao Xi and the others happened to come back from the hot springs. As soon as the car drove into the inner city, the whole city was under martial law.

The Jin Wuwei came on horseback, approached Zhao Xi's carriage, and said something in a low voice, Zhao Xi was slightly stunned, and even the jade pendant he was playing with fell to the ground and shattered.After a while, he regained his composure and said softly:

"I know."

Song Qingming watched him get off the carriage, and walked towards the county palace almost stiffly, while the Jin Wuwei was galloping down the street on horseback.

"The saint is dead! The whole city is under martial law! The saint is dead! The whole city is under martial law!"

The group of people almost immediately understood the reason for Zhao Xi's abnormality, and sighed their goodbyes. Song Qingming worriedly followed Zhao Xi all the way back, watching him change his clothes with a blank face, and went into the palace to cry in silence.

"Zhao Xi..."

He moved his ears and remained silent.

"Boom—boom——" Song Qingming sent him to the gate of the palace, watching his figure drift away between the long palace walls, the temples in Ningjing City began to ring mourning bells.The melodious and simple bells echoed everywhere in the city, gradually converging together, with the power of grief penetrating people's hearts, as if foreshadowing that the Great Wu Dynasty would turn from prosperity to decline from this moment.

The saint died, the bell rang [-] times, and he was doomed to have no sleep tonight.

Song Qingming stood at the gate of the palace for a while, walked back, and met Ning Rong on the way.

"The army has already stationed in Hexi."

Song Qingming was taken aback, "The news of the saint's death has only just come out, even if it takes a few days to get to Hexi, how could it be so fast..."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Ning Rong's face. "Seven days ago, the sage was buried in heaven. The crown prince ordered that the funeral be kept secret. At that time, Qian Ting's troops gathered in batches on the way to Hexi, and only waited for the king of Wu to raise the flag to lead the army to defend the city. The war is about to break out."

"Why are you telling me this?" Song Qingming frowned, feeling that Ning Rong's temperament was different from that of the birthday party, but it was still unpredictable.He hates dealing with people who don't know how many guts they have.

"It seems that you really don't know." Ning Rong laughed softly, "It's a pity that Qian Ting was able to pay homage to the general when he came back. You two were equally famous people back then, but now they are very different."

"I deserve it." Song Qingming pushed Ning Rong away, not intending to go around with him again, and went straight to the county prince's mansion.

Behind him, Ning Rong stared at him intently.

If the evidence presented by Zhou Chongguan is true, then the third son of Song Dynasty, who was in the frontier fortress and worshiped Han Zhonglang as a military officer in only four years, was framed by traitors and demoted.Now, in order to step on Qingyun Road again, he has become a pet of a man of seven feet, and bears the humiliation, but if he finds that Zhao Xi is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he can't protect himself——

I don't know what it should look like.

Ning Rong's eyes revealed a deep interest in Song Qingming.

Zhao Xi came back at dawn.

Song Qingming was falling asleep, and his suddenly warm body hugged him from behind. When he woke up, he rolled over and embraced.

"How is the palace?"

"Not very good." Zhao Xi's voice was exhausted and hoarse, "For some reason, the prince contracted smallpox."

"What?" Song Qingming woke up almost instantly, "smallpox?"

The smallpox in Shengzhi Village is obviously well controlled, and it is impossible for it to spread to the capital, let alone the prince of the current dynasty who was first infected. The smallpox is too strange and suitable.

It happened when the first emperor passed away and the crown prince ascended the throne.

"When did this happen?"

"last night."

"Is it just the prince?"

"The first one who showed symptoms was the servant who went out to buy. His parents' home was in Shengzhi Village. He concealed his symptoms, and the people who served the prince also got infected. The prince fainted in front of the hall last night. In the past, the imperial physician found out about this after checking the pulse."

Song Qingming frowned.

"This is not what you should worry about." Zhao Xi raised his hand to caress the center of his brow, "The smallpox in Shengzhi Village has spread, and your elder brother should be punished first. He will inevitably be imprisoned this time."

"Where's Qin Shou?"

"The imperial physician who worked with him recommended him, and now he should enter the palace to treat the prince."

Song Qingming sighed, Zhao Xi had been busy all night, and he also paid attention to the things of the people around him.He hugged Zhao Xi tightly, stroked his hair and kissed the corner of his lips.

Zhao Xi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Go to sleep, I'll go home later and have a look, if someone comes from the palace, I'll wake you up again."

"Okay." Zhao Xi smiled.

Zhao Xi soon fell asleep, Song Qingming got up cautiously, ordered the kitchen to heat the porridge, and went back to Wei Guogong's mansion to inquire about the situation.

As Zhao Xi expected, not long after Song Qingming went back, people from Dali Temple rushed to take Song Qingshu away.

Song Qianyuan was worried, and comforted Song Qingming: "The crime is small, and the control is not effective. It will only last for a while, and the penalty will be suspended. It's just that the Jinwu Guard has changed a lot, and the defense of the capital has changed."

"Father means—"

The old father sighed, "I'm afraid that the capital will change every day."

The author says:

Stop for a while.