Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Spring passed and autumn came, and the thirteenth year of Jinghe arrived as scheduled. Emperor Jinghe, who felt that he had done a great job, inevitably followed the old path of previous emperors and became obsessed with golden elixirs. There were more and more palace maids sleeping in Longling Palace, and none of them had any official status.

"Queen, do you know?" Queen Mother Luo Shuiyan stood by, looking at her eldest son's pale face, then looked at Jiuli who was sitting there, and sighed, "Ah,"

"You should advise His Majesty. After all, the golden elixir is an external force. You should not be obsessed with it." The Queen Mother said, and stood up. "The concubines will take care of the sickness, and the Queen will take care of the arrangements."

"I will follow my mother's instructions," Jiuli's eyes were filled with sadness, as if she was reluctant, but she was actually calm in her heart.

The empress dowager got on the sedan chair and left, her fingertips twirling on the bracelet more and more hurriedly. She no longer had any hope for her eldest son, and after persuading him once, she stayed in the palace and refused to leave.

In Fengyi Palace, when all the concubines were called over by Jiuli, they were all wearing light-colored clothes, but they could still be seen to have outstanding looks when they were young, but they all had the same confusion on their faces.

In the previous dynasty, Emperor Jinghe concealed the incident very well, and if it hadn't happened suddenly, it would have definitely not been noticed.

"Your Majesty, what did you ask me to come over for?" Concubine Hua rolled her eyes and touched her face. "I'm here to help the Sixth Princess maintain her beauty," she yawned.

"The Ninth Prince also needs me." Concubine Qi (Concubine Li) rubbed her eyes, "What can I do for you, Madam?"

"His Majesty is seriously ill, and the concubines are taking care of him. Have any of you taken the initiative to go?" Jiuli sat high in the first seat and looked at the women gently.

His Majesty is seriously ill, and the concubines are taking care of him? For a moment, everyone present looked at Jiuli, trying to tell whether it was fake.

"Your Majesty, are you serious? How could His Majesty do that?" There was a hint of excitement in Concubine Xian's (Concubine Zhu's) eyes.

What I was thinking was, has the opportunity come?

"Your Majesty, I won't go. My health has not been good since I gave birth to my second child." Concubine Miao refused.

"I'll go," Shupin spoke quickly, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch this opportunity from her. But what was in her lowered eyes was not joy, but hatred.

"I am old and in poor health, so I will not go," said the later Concubine Jing (Madam Qi, because there was already a Concubine Qi, who was given the title Jing).

"Then let Shupin lead the people to take care of the patient. The others, except Miaopin and Jingfei, will be put aside and each will take one day," Jiuli made the decision.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Concubine Miao and Concubine Jing, who did not have to go, had joy flashing in their eyes, but their faces were filled with sadness.

"Go down and get ready. Concubine Xian will take care of the patient tonight." Jiuli pointed with her fingertips, but her eyes were deep.

"I'll take my leave." The women left with sadness on their faces.

At night, Yin Zhen came to Fengyi Palace again. As soon as he entered, he saw Jiuli sitting by the window taking off her hairpins and rings. There was no one serving her in the palace.

"Waiting for me?" He hugged Jiuli from behind, inhaled greedily, and his hot breath hit Jiuli's ears.

"Of course not, how could I wait for you?" Jiuli took off the moon pendant on her ear and put it on the table.

"Don't be hard on the outside but soft on the inside. I know what you're thinking." Yin Zhen tightened his grip with a smile on his face, "My royal brother is seriously ill now. What are your plans?" His words were unpleasant.

"Then they are all your brothers from the same mother, and you are gloating over other people's misfortune." Jiuli patted her hands on her waist.

"Brother is brother, how can I not avenge someone who stole my wife? Besides, it wasn't me who asked him to eat it." Yin Zhen muttered.

"I don't understand much about the court, but I want you to stabilize the court," Jiuli said seriously, "You can handle it."

"It is my honor to serve the Queen Mother." Yin Zhen's lips curved a little wider, "Then can I have it?"

"Of course." Jiuli chuckled.

"Xiao Liu is really resourceful. I didn't even know he had a group of people in the court." Yin Zhen pulled Jiuli to sit on the couch beside him and tidied up her long hair.

"Did I trip you up?" Jiuli leaned on Yin Zhen's knees, her long hair loose, her expression no different from a few years ago.

"Can I let a junior trip up? That's underestimating me. He still needs a few more years of experience," Yin Zhen's fingertips shuttled through Jiuli's hair, "Qingqing," he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Who has wronged you this time?" Jiuli propped herself up slightly and put her hands on Yin Zhen's shoulders.

"Of course there is no one else except you. You have been busy with that matter these days, and I feel wronged." Yin Zhen said, but he hugged Jiuli tighter, enjoying this embrace.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he leaned against the soft pillow behind him, making Jiuli feel more comfortable.

"Aren't you the one I care about the most?" Jiuli tangled her hair with her fingertips and twirled around in circles, looking nonchalant and idle.

"How should I know this? But do you want to show your appreciation?" He picked up an orange and tossed it around. "He treats you well. You are the only one who has the tribute fruit."

There was jealousy in his tone, and he had the urge to stab someone.

"Isn't this what you sent over some time ago?" Jiuli raised her eyes slightly, let go of the hair in her hand, and raised her tone slightly.

"Oh, I really can't see clearly recently. I'm actually dazzled." Yin Zhen pretended to rub his eyes. "Do you think I will not be able to see clearly in the future?"

Jiuli lowered her eyes silently, thinking that this actor's acting was much more fake than hers, but her words expressed the emotional value well.

"I think you can't see clearly," Jiuli said maliciously, pinching Yin Zhen's soft flesh with her hands and twisting it gently, "Is it clear now? Hmm?"

"It's clear, our Qingqing is really a miracle doctor," Yin Zhen said with exaggeration, "You can cure diseases with ease."

"See if you're still in the mood to be naughty," Jiuli laughed out loud, still having the leisure to think, "Why are you still being naughty?"

"Isn't this a relief? Are you a little happier, Qingqing?" Yin Zhen straightened his expression and interlocked his fingers with Jiuli.

"I'm definitely feeling much better now," she rubbed the back of his hand with her fingertips, "I'll leave the clan's side to you, but I'm not sure who will be the heir behind the Dragon Wing Palace plaque."

"No matter who it is, only one name can appear on it. Everyone knows that the emperor loves his legitimate son the most. I think it is justified." There was a sharp look in Yin Zhen's eyes.

If it wasn't, he would make it be, there was no other choice, but based on his speculation, he was about 80% sure it was.

"That makes sense. My father will help you," Jiuli nodded with her fingertips, and finally she could send him down.

"Don't worry, my dear." Yin Zhen suddenly stroked Jiuli's long hair, his tone heavy, "If Xiaoliu succeeds to the throne and makes any unusual moves, you can abandon me and save yourself if necessary."