Bringing the courtyard through [delicate] lady killed like crazy

Qi Yunting sat in the sedan chair, pinching his brows in annoyance.

For some reason, he felt particularly irritated today.

"Your Highness, we're here." The sedan chair stopped at the palace gate and the guard's voice was heard.

Qi Yunting shook the Buddhist beads in his hand, took a deep breath, and lifted the curtain in front of him.

He was obviously the emperor's legitimate son, but he had to get off the sedan at the palace gate and walk to court like everyone else!

He half-closed his eyes to look at the ministers on the palace road ahead. They were diligent...

In the hall, Qi Yunting and Qi Yunyu were at the front, one on the left and one on the right, but one was standing and the other was sitting.

"Royal brother, did you not get enough rest last night? You have dark circles under your eyes today." Qi Yunyu's gentle voice sounded, full of love for his elder brother.

With a warm smile on his face, he sat leisurely, looking at his slightly manic brother opposite him and greeting him enthusiastically.

Qi Yunting's face darkened a little, but in front of all the ministers, he couldn't obviously offend his brother, "Thank you for your concern, second brother. I rested well.

But my second brother has been looking good lately, coughing less often, and the court has become unusually quiet."

He swept Qi Yunyu's legs again, and finally couldn't help but taunted: "It would be better if the second brother could stand up one day."

"Thank you for your concern, my brother. If that day comes, I will definitely treat you to a drink." Qi Yunyu still smiled gently, as if he could not hear the hidden meaning of his brother's words.

The onlookers lowered their heads and pricked up their ears.

half an hour.

Just when everyone thought that today's show was over.

The Second Prince seemed to have just remembered something, and spoke quietly, "My Royal Brother, if the people in the mansion are useless, replace them as soon as possible. It is really hard to deal with so many people so early in the morning."

Qi Yunting's body, which was held high and chest puffed out, froze, his expression instantly turned ugly, and he could no longer suppress his anger. He said in a gloomy voice: "My second brother, are you stretching your hand too far?"

Qi Yunyu lowered his head and fiddled with his court dress, then turned his wheelchair to face the dragon throne.

The voice was cool, and the listeners felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on their faces, which made them feel much more energetic: "Your Majesty, you misunderstood. I got up a little late this morning, and the carriage took a shortcut. I happened to pass by your house, and I heard the ups and downs of the board and many muffled groans."

He laughed as if at himself.

He continued, "You can't say they are useless. I took a curious look and saw the bloody board hitting them, but they only groaned. The emperor's men can still withstand the beating."

"Oh~~" The onlookers looked at their noses and their noses focused on their hearts, but their ears perked up.

It seems that the second prince is better today.

It’s probably since the Second Prince recovered from his cough that the morning court sessions have become much more lively.

"Qi Yunyu!..."

Qi Yunting's gnashing of teeth was interrupted by the eunuch who came out, so he had to hold it back silently.

Qi Yunyu lowered his eyes, pretending not to notice the person behind the dragon throne.

……

Morning ends.

Emperor Qing asked several ministers and the second prince to stay in the imperial study to discuss matters.

He didn't even glance at the eldest prince.

Qi Yunyu passed by Qi Yunting and smiled, "Brother, remember to have a good rest when you go back, and don't let father worry too much. Only when you recover well can you help father share his worries."

The wheelchair went out into the sunlight, making the whole body glow with golden light...

Qi Yunting, who remained in the hall, looked even uglier.

Is the old man crazy? He actually embarrassed him in public?!

And that damn cripple, what the hell is wrong with him?!

With a thousand thoughts in his mind, he tried his best to maintain his image in front of others. He turned around, bowed to the empty dragon throne, and then left...

The secret guards who were beaten with sticks must not have any more accidents for the time being.

He actually forgot about it, inside the imperial city.

His good father has the most eyes!

The court officials who walked slowly could not help but have more thoughts when they saw what the eldest prince did.

Tut tut...

I didn't realize before that this person is so flexible...

The court officials have all fought their way through the imperial examinations and have been immersed in officialdom for several years. Which one of them is not a shrewd person?

Who doesn’t have some hidden agenda?

…………

What's happening in the mountains?

Songhua wine, spring water sencha.

The mountains are dark green in the distance, the morning light is long, how free and easy life is among the mountains and waters.

Old Man Lan was lying on a recliner under the ancient tree, swaying leisurely.

The chair beneath me was arc-shaped, with armrests covered with soft fur, soft cushions underneath, and an arched headrest to support the weight.

They say the S-curve design is good for the waist and spine and makes it convenient for the elderly to use.

So thoughtful, girls are still better!

The old man stopped shaking and stretched his hand to the side.

Lanlan handed over the teacup resignedly.

He was the chief disciple of Blue Moon Villa, but now he has become an errand boy for the old man...

"Lanlan, when do you think Jiaojiao will come back?" The old man took two sips of tea and squinted his eyes comfortably.

The granddaughter-in-law offered him many kinds of tea, but he still liked Longjing the most. Combined with the well water drawn from the granddaughter-in-law's yard, it was just to his liking.

"Master, I don't know." Lan Lan took the teacup handed back by the old man and sat on the small stool listlessly.

It’s okay to let him accompany him. He doesn’t ask for the same recliner as the master. A smaller one will do.

This icy stone pier, I didn’t feel anything when I sat on it before, but now my butt always feels cold…

Old Master Lan glanced at him and said unhappily, "How come you don't know anything?"

He smacked his lips twice. It had been several days since he had eaten crystal shrimp dumplings.

"You didn't ask me to keep an eye on my junior brother. Besides, even if I wanted to, you should let me go. I haven't seen my sister-in-law yet."

Lan Lan muttered softly, making sure every word fell into the old man's ears.

"Well, the weather is so nice and comfortable. The girl's vegetables have sprouted and she should be back soon. Well, no rush, no rush." ​​The old man pretended not to hear and continued to rock the rocking chair.

"Hey, where's the blanket? The girl said I should cover my legs with it in the morning and evening, otherwise my joints will ache when I get old. Cover me with it quickly."

Glancing at his eldest disciple who was about to fall asleep, the old man immediately called out to wake him up.

Lan Lan opened her eyelids, resigned herself to her fate and stood up to get the small blanket.

Don't you ever think about the fact that with your kung fu skills, you can't get frostbitten by the temperature difference between morning and evening?

The old man looked at the back of his eldest disciple and sighed softly after a while.

Girl, you have to come back soon, otherwise this kid will really have to stay with the old man all the time.

…………

On the mountain road.

A gentle breeze blew the curtains.

Birds chirped on the roadside.

Li Jiaojiao stuck her head out of the carriage and asked, "Aren't we going back to the city?"

After settling the women down, she rested for a while in the carriage, or actually in the space.

When they came out, they found that Lu Liang was not driving the carriage back to Beijing.

"No, go to the farm. There's someone who needs you to see." Lu Liang turned around and touched the head that popped out from the side with his hand, his tone gentle.

Li Jiaojiao opened the curtain, sat down next to Lu Liang, the carriage shaft, and swung her legs gently: "Oh, who are you looking at? Don't you need to go back and wait for the results to be announced?"

The list of candidates for the imperial examination should be out soon.

If you rank at the front, you still have to take part in the palace examination.

"No need, someone will come to see it."

Lu Liang turned his head to look at her profile and said calmly, "The person you want to see is the senior brother, he has been poisoned by a strange poison.

If he can’t cure this poison, all his martial arts skills will be wasted. Because if he uses martial arts again, he will only live for a year at most.”