MTL - Full-level Medical Repair Returns To True and False Thousand Gold Texts-Chapter 350 fall down

After    a stick of incense, a red lacquer-painted gold food box sent by Li Yunxuan was delivered to Mrs. Shoufu at the fastest speed.

  When the food box was opened, there was only a small plate of golden cakes inside.

   nothing else.

   "Master, what do you mean?" Mrs. Xiao, who was sitting on the Luohan bed, was over half a hundred years old, and there were strands of silver threads between her hair in a round bun.

   She looked at the plate of unfamiliar dim sum, and gently rubbed her hand on the string of Jiang Zhenxiang beads, frowning slightly.

  Xiao Shoufu, who had changed into Tai Shiqing's uniform, sat next to him, staring down at this plate of dim sum for a long time, as if he had never heard of it, with a contemplative look on his face.

   Long before he came to the imperial mausoleum, he made an agreement with King Kang that Princess Kang would test Fengyang today to see how Fengyang was in the state.

  If Fengyang's phoenix is ​​healthy, Princess Kang will send a plate of yam and jujube mud cake.

  If Fengyang is not right, Princess Kang will send a plate of other dim sum over.

   Xiao Shoufu's right hand formed a fist, and unconsciously tapped lightly on the coffee table next to him.

   The plate of dim sum in front of him means that Fengyang is seriously ill and his time is short.

   The sky outside has completely darkened, and night falls, and the night in the mountains and forests is particularly quiet.

   At this moment, there was no one else in the room except the couple, and the servants had already been screened out.

   "Master, what's wrong?" Mrs. Xiao asked again cautiously.

   She is not young anymore, she has been tired all day today, and it is inevitable that she is a little tired when describing it.

  Xiao Shoufu shook his head slowly, Nianxu continued to look at the plate of cake in the food box, I don't know what he was thinking, and he was fascinated for a long time.

   There was a slow dripping sound from the pot leak in the corner, gently dripping into the bronze unicorn-patterned water tank, making the house especially quiet.

   After a while, Xiao Shoufu let out a long sigh, and his turbid eyes were bloodshot because of exhaustion, and said, "Madam, I just think things are going too smoothly."

  Everything went according to their expectations, there was no deviation, it was really smooth.

  Since the eldest prince came back from Yue Kingdom, they have never been so smooth, which made Xiao Shoufu feel a little uneasy in his heart, and always wanted to scrutinize the details again.

   "Is it going well?" Mrs. Xiao stared straight at Xiao Shoufu, raised her hand and rubbed the sore between her brows.

  Although Xiao Shoufu's tone was very calm, but after a couple of decades, she could naturally hear the unease hidden in her master's tone.

   This matter is of great importance and there is absolutely no room for error.

   The corners of Mrs. Xiao's eyes jumped, she took two deep breaths, and quickly stabilized her emotions.

   The couple only said a few words, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn, and even their breathing seemed to be a little suppressed.

  Xiao Shoufu frowned, nodded first, and after a while, shook his head again, and said in a low voice, "If it's going to be smooth, it's actually not smooth..."

   said, Xiao Shoufu suddenly stood up from the Luohan bed, walked slowly back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, and thought carefully about what happened in the last month in his mind.

   As he walked, he muttered to himself: "First, the emperor repeatedly prevented us from entering the palace to visit the eldest princess Fengyang, and later, Fengyang, who had been ignoring the government for a long time, suddenly went to the court and asked the eldest prince to be crowned prince..."

   "Even when Dou Zixiang proposed a marriage between the two countries, Fengyang never showed up."

Except for the last time he invited the crown prince for Chu Yi and the sacrifice of the emperor's mausoleum, Fengyang has never appeared in front of people these days, and he has not even raised any objection to the marriage between the two countries. This is really not like Fengyang's usual style.

   Unless, Fengyang is helpless.

   Mrs. Xiao took a sip of tea gracefully and her eyes flashed.

   It wasn't until she put down the tea cup that she said, "Eldest Princess Fengyang has a temper like that of the Great Ancestor. She has always been the only one who respects me. It seems that she is afraid that her longevity is coming. Master, what do you think?"

   Xiao Shoufu stopped and nodded in agreement, the candlelight reflected in his eyes.

  The evening wind was blowing from the window, and the candles were on and off, making his eyes dark and strange.

   He turned around abruptly, facing the night wind blowing in his face, looking up at the full moon in the night sky outside the window, as if remembering something, his eyes became deeper.

   He snorted coldly: "Back then, the late emperor took great pains to suppress Feng Yang, although it was still a chess move... But on this day of life, it should not be wrong."

   "Before the emperor died, he specially warned King Kang..."

   Xiao Shoufu's words stopped abruptly, his lips pressed together tightly.

   Yes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Xiao Shoufu withdrew his gaze and turned to meet Mrs. Xiao's eyes, with a determined smile on his lips, and continued: "Fengyang's time is running out, so she has to set up a prince before her deadline. ."

   "Fengyang is in a hurry, and the emperor is in a hurry. They are more anxious than us, so we can push the boat step by step... the water will come naturally."

   His tone became more and more certain, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes, and he was very ambitious.

   Mrs. Xiao smiled relievedly and leaned on the big welcoming pillow behind.

   The expression on Xiao Shoufu's face gradually turned relaxed, he walked back to the Arhat bed and sat down, patted his palm lightly on the coffee table twice, and sighed with emotion: "I'm still getting old after all, so I'll worry about gains and losses."

   When he was young and middle-aged, he was decisive in killing and killing, and when he broke it, he broke it, so that they could return to the prominent position of the Xiao family, and have a position side by side with the Yuan family.

   And last night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He pondered and pondered over and over again, and he hardly slept all night.

   Mrs. Xiao, as a bedside person, knows how difficult it is for her master.

   She added tea to Xiao Shoufu herself, and gave the tea cup to him, and said softly and comfortingly: "Master, you made a plan and then broke it up. For the future of the family, it should be like this."

   "It's always good to be cautious."

  To say something disrespectful, the late emperor was too impulsive back then. In order to take down Fengyang first and foremost, he planned the whole thing on his own without discussing it with the aristocratic family. In the end, he ended up being held back by Fengyang.

  If the late emperor had done it twenty-one years ago, why would they have to take another risk!

   Xiao Shoufu drank two sips of tea, calmed down, and closed the red lacquered wooden food box again.

   He had already made a decision in his heart: the arrow was on the string, and it was time to let it go.

   "Clap!"

   Xiao Shoufu gave two high-fives, neither light nor heavy, and Mrs. Xiao temporarily avoided behind the screen.

   Soon, the door curtain leading to the outside was opened from the outside, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue-faced straight robe walked in quickly.

   He has a lean physique and ordinary face, and there is a kind of light weight in his steps.

   "Master." The middle-aged man respectfully clasped his fists and saluted Xiao Shoufu.

   There was a faint sound of insects outside the window.

   Xiao Shoufu lightly raised his sleeves, gritted his teeth secretly, his heart tightened, but his face was calm and calm, and he commanded lightly: "A'Fu, you go back to Beijing immediately."

   Said, he took out a unicorn-shaped bronze token from his sleeve and handed it to the middle-aged man named Ah Fu, his eyes were meaningful.

   This little token was as heavy as a rock at this time.

  A'Fu raised his hands high and took the bronze token quite cautiously. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Shoufu in front of him. His eyes were as sharp as sharp swords, and he answered succinctly, "Yes, sir."

   Ah Fu collected the token, bowed again, and then turned around and left.

  The curtain was lifted and dropped, Mrs. Xiao walked out from behind the screen, and only the couple were left in the house.

   Looking at the swaying curtain, Xiao Shoufu's eyes flashed a hint of coldness, but more determination.

   Mrs. Xiao slowly twisted the string of beads in her hand, looking at the bright moon that seemed to have a haze in the night sky outside the window, and felt a fishy smell lingering on her nose.

   "Master, it seems to me that it will rain tonight?" Mrs. Xiao frowned, looking extremely tired, and choked off the sigh that almost overflowed her mouth.

  It all depends on tomorrow!

"Don't worry." Xiao Shoufu said elegantly, twitching his beard, the tight lines around his body slackened a little, and a smile slowly floated on his lips, "Jin Tianjian has long since passed, these three days have passed. It's good weather!"

   His tone was a little eager, a little impatient.

  Outside the window, a bird fluttered its wings, and its wings brushed the treetops inadvertently, and the branches swayed gently in the night wind.

  The night gradually deepened. This night, the huge palace was very peaceful, but it was very unsettled. The mountain wind was strong, and the sound kept blowing all night, and many people stayed up all night.

  The whole palace was brightly lit, and the lights didn't go out until dawn. The rising sun rose in the mountains, and a new day began.

   As the Qin Tian supervisor calculated, today is a sunny day!

  The sky was white with fish belly, and all the ministers came to the imperial mausoleum again in the gentle breeze. Under the guidance of the officials of the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple, they stood according to their grades inside and outside the Long'en Gate.

  When the auspicious time came, the solemn music and music sounded, and the bright yellow canopy swayed from a distance.

   A group of high-ranking officials, surrounded by the emperor, stepped on the red carpet on the ground and walked unhurriedly, and everyone held their breaths.

  The emperor quickly came to the outside of Long'en Hall under the guidance of the ceremonial officer, and then he was served by the servant of the ceremonial supervisor and washed his hands before entering the main hall and went straight to the incense table.

The incense table in the Longen Hall not only enshrines the tablets of Emperor Taizu, the first emperor and several queens, but also the tablets of the ancestors of the four generations of the Chu family. Ancestors are emperors.

   The chief incense officer knelt down and put in incense. After the emperor took the incense, he knelt down on the futon, respectfully faced the ancestral tablets on the incense table, and knelt three times and nine times.

   If it is an ordinary person's ritual after this step, it is only necessary to burn paper money, but the royal ritual is much more complicated and grand.

   Next, there are three more offerings, and the Zhu Zhu Guan will kneel and read the Zhu Wen.

   Every time a gift is given, the emperor must kneel three times and nine times before the ancestral tablet.

The emperor wanted to kneel down and worship, so the nobles and civil and military officials outside were naturally unable to stand. They also knelt down and prostrated again and again under the instructions of the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Dare to be lazy.

  The people outside the Longen Hall had no futons to kneel on, so they could only kneel directly on the cold, hard and rough ground.

   After kowtowing again, Li Yunchang only felt that her knees were hurting from the ground.

  Li Yunchang quickly straightened his upper body, and looked at Fengyang kneeling behind the emperor in the Longen Hall again.

  Fengyang's status is detached, even her princess makeup is different from ordinary princesses, and only she can wear the pattern of five-clawed golden dragons on her body like a prince.

  The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread shone in the sunlight and candlelight.

   This is a supreme honor.

But…

   An old saying appeared in Li Yunchang's mind: The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

   People like Fengyang should not belong to this era.

   A strong shadow flashed in Li Yunchang's eyes, his eyes were deep, and he lowered his head to see the changes in the shadow below, and calculated the time based on this.

   Soon, soon.

   She whispered to herself in her heart, her heart beating faster and her heart was beating like a drum.

  The loud voice of the ceremonial officer came from the front: "Send the fire."

   As these two words fell, the solemn ritual music sounded again, resounding throughout the imperial tomb.

   Immediately after, the reading Zhu Guan served the blessing version, and the Si Silk Guan served the silk making. They walked out of the central door of the main hall of the Longen Hall in turn and sent them to the incinerator for burning.

   "Complete!"

When the words    sounded, the people kneeling outside the hall all breathed a sigh of relief.

The    ceremony is half completed at this point. Next, they have to pass through the gate of the mausoleum to mourning in front of the Ming Tower.

   While getting up, some officials could not help but wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads with their cuffs.

   At this moment, an exclaimed voice of a ceremonial officer came from the Longen Hall in front: "His Royal Highness!"

  The officials outside the hall, whether kneeling or standing up, all heard the reputation.

  In the main hall, Fengyang fell straight forward, accompanied by a muffled sound...

   All this happened too quickly, the ceremonial officer next to him only shouted out, and there was no time to support Feng Yang, she had already fallen to the ground crookedly, motionless.

  The luxurious Jiu Zhai crown on her head also fell to the ground along with her.

  Li Yunchang opened his eyes wide to watch this scene, without blinking, his pupils shrunk to a cold point, his hands tightly clenched into fists in his sleeves.

  The clan princes next to Fengyang were all in a mess, and they went to check on Fengyang, who fell to the ground, and the voices were one after another:

   "The emperor passed out!"

   "Aunt Huang, Aunt Huang..."

   "Could it be that my aunt has lost her strength? Hurry up and pass it on to the imperial physician!"

  “…”

  The emperor got up with the help of the big eunuch, looked at Feng Yang who was unconscious, and shouted with a pale face: "Quick... Quickly help the aunt to get up! Where is the imperial doctor?"

  The original solemn and solemn atmosphere inside and outside the hall disappeared. Civil and military officials whispered in whispers, and the surrounding chaos became a pot of porridge.

   Outside the hall, Li Yunchang stood up slowly, brushed off his dress, and smiled.

  Chenhui cast a faint halo on her face, reflecting her smile and her eyes as bright as the sun.