The old man in the imperial city

The scorching pain in the abdomen has not completely faded away, and the pain of esophageal spasm has become the last memory before dying.When Yinhu's spiritual consciousness had not fully awakened, the tip of his nose could already smell the faint fragrance of pear blossom mixed with faint sandalwood.

In the dilapidated courtyard of the clan's mansion, the winter is cold, moldy and humid, and the heat is sweltering like a steamer. Not to mention the high-quality sandalwood, even ordinary incense won't work.

He has vomited so much blood and yet he is still alive. God treats him so unfairly and still refuses to take his life.

He opened his mouth to drink, but only got a hoarse and dull voice.

Someone had already recognized his appeal at the first time, and an arm supported the back of his neck and lifted him up slightly, a stream of sweet and clear spring poured between the lips and teeth, and slowly slid into the mouth.It's just that the owner of that arm was a little impatient, and sprinkled a lot between his jaws.

At this time, a young man's voice rang in his ears: "Wan'er, what my master said about you before... If you care about it... just don't say anything about it in the future."

Yinhu has opened his eyes, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Very good, Bannerman, dignified, very young, with tiger eyes and back, looks familiar.

Seeing that the person in his arms was silent, the man concluded that she was still with him, and said eagerly: "Wan'er, I was a bastard before, so I shouldn't force you to suspect you. You should be punished when you are angry, but you can't take it like this anymore." You're kidding yourself, my mother doesn't like you in the first place, so I've kept it a secret this time, so don't be willful again."

Yinhu had come to his senses, and he calmly analyzed the information revealed by this sentence.

This man called him Wan'er?

This man's mother doesn't want to see him?

This man is reckless rather than careful. In just a few words, he has gone from guilt to impatience to final impatience. He can't even be coaxed. If he was really a woman, he might die of overthinking.

Wait, Yinhu's spiritual consciousness was fully recovered, and he finally remembered where he had seen this person - this was the appearance of Prince Xiangzhao, the No.11 son of Emperor Taizong, and he had seen it in the Zongren Mansion.

It turned out that Prince Tangtang and Shuolian died in the cell of the clan's mansion for nothing when he closed his eyes and died in the cell of the clan's mansion. A woman with a bad reputation.

Yinhu slowly recovered from his illness and gradually found out the situation in the mansion.

After only one year of marriage, the newly opened Prince's Mansion is full of the empress dowager and noble concubine's eyeliner, but there are no concubines, it is very clean.

Yinhu didn't speak or smile for several days, Boguo'er patiently persuaded him to take medicinal food at first, but after three or five days, he only showed up in the morning and evening, obviously losing his patience.For a man of his age, it's normal, no matter how much he likes someone, it's just a skin, and it doesn't go deep into the bone marrow.Presumably the prince thought that being able to serve and feed medicine with his own hands was an honor that even noble concubines could not enjoy, Dong E was somewhat hypocritical.

Yinhu Chuchu believed that when he turned into a female body, he really wanted to die back, even if he was still in the clan's mansion with his eyes open.But a few days later, the idea that it would be better to live than to die came back again—now that Dong E’s just married his great-uncle and became a Fujin, apart from being weak and favored and having a reputation, he is not hopeless, if he can use some means to give My own... Grand Uncle marries a whole backyard full of Manmeng girls, and his virtuous reputation will definitely not escape.

Did the imperial father give birth?Counting the years and months, Er Niang has not landed yet.It's certainly aggrieved to stay in the backyard, but it's better to be able to walk around the world with a pair of eyes by chance, than to die in a dead end.

The only difficulty is sleeping.

She is the only woman in Prince Xiang's mansion who has a strong status, and the harm outweighs the benefits. He doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the Guo Luoluo family, let alone the risk of sleeping on his head every night.

As soon as Yinhu was able to get off the ground, she asked the mother in the mansion to ask carefully whether there were enough people to serve the prince.

Aunt Zhang Jia belonged to the noble concubine, and she had long been dissatisfied with Fujin's special favor. Hearing this, she immediately hinted that these days when Fujin fell ill, the Ma Jia family in the study was the most favored by the master, and she must serve him properly.

Yinhu virtuously smiled generously, and said on the same day that Ma Jia's face should be promoted to a concubine, and then he would be promoted when he has a body, and by the way, he also let another Empress Dowager Xi Tara's face be put in the lord's room .

Zhang Jia's puzzled expression kept Yinhu in a happy mood until the next court.When he guessed that his great-uncle (囧) was about to return home, he ordered someone to lay out paper and pens, and stood alone in the courtyard facing the autumn wind and mourning the scroll.

Boguo'er entered the courtyard, seeing Dong E's becoming weaker and more silent after his illness, he hesitated for a while.

When I first entered the mansion, I heard Dong E's self-assessment to take over the house for him. The guilt and anger came back to my stomach. He is a reckless man who never understands and despises the Han people's coyness. But Dong E's exception.

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't go up until Yinhu finished the painting: "Who is gossiping in your ears? Why did you suddenly mention Ma Jia's position?"

Yinhu tilted his head to look over, and he was really a person who would not be around the corner. He had stood in the wind for so long, and he couldn't even say a word of thoughtfulness. It should be. What's more, this mansion is really too deserted. It's outrageous that there is no one in the backyard for a prince."

During the conversation, the servants collected the paper and pen, and waited for the two to go back to the room.

In a few words, Yinhu quietly expressed the helplessness of Prince Fujin and the affection of the imperial concubine.His selfishness is obvious, if he wants to persuade the great uncle to favor the newcomer without any pressure, then the noble concubine will not trouble him.He still can't see himself as a woman, but it's better to have fewer people to find fault with than enemies.

It's just that such virtuousness naturally moved the young grand-uncle. After returning to the room, he tried to get close several times and couldn't help himself.

Yinhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be out of breath and her heart hurts, and drove him back to the study.He is so good that he is in his 40s, and he is easy to deal with a young boy. The trick of pretending to be weak is twice the result with half the effort.I wanted to imply that Ma Jiashi would serve boldly for a while, but I was afraid that I would show signs of being too impatient, so I simply let nature take its course.

After another month of illness, Ma Jia married two or three times, Xi Tara really opened his eyes, and Yinhu still lay on the bed under the pretext of chest tightness and shortness of breath at night, and only got up and walked around during the day.

Just when he was hesitating whether to continue pretending, news came from the palace that the noble concubine was slightly ill, and she was invited to serve her.

Only then did Yinhu think of an important event, and wondered if Dong E's family had seen Emperor Shizu when he entered the palace in this life?