Chapter 1832: The villain in the spoiled text 33
Rebellion is a serious crime, and Fengyi County Master strangled the flames of rebellion in the cradle, which was the first credit.
No one wanted to get involved with the criminal minister who was trying to rebel, and those who originally intended to intercede for Marquis Wuying also gave up this idea that would easily lead to fire.
In the court hall, His Majesty appointed Fengyi County Master as Minister of Officials.
The minister of the Ministry of Officials is not of great rank, but the sensation caused by the court is far more profound than that of Fengyi County's master as an imperial commissioner.
The imperial envoy was ordered by the emperor to inspect places, and the minister of personnel was a well-deserved court-appointed official. Fengyi County Master set a precedent for women to be court officials.
In addition, Fengyi County Master also proposed on the Golden Luan Palace that he should leave the Xie family and follow his mother's surname.
Whether it is to follow the mother's surname or the emperor's surname, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom.
All in all, from today onwards, no one dares to underestimate Princess Fengyi, and there is also one more candidate for the crown prince.
"Ridiculous! Your Majesty is old and faint, why did the other ministers not say anything to stop him?!"
Prince Xuan was furious, his face tensed, his teeth clenched tightly.
The people of Qishalou are so useless. He paid so much money that the other party couldn't even kill a small county master, and even let her return to the capital.
"Prince, I heard that Fengyi County Master has restored the imperial surname, and she has fully demonstrated her ambition."
Fan Yanran was a little jealous in her panic. In her opinion, how noble the Xie family was, Fengyi County Master gave up lightly.
After losing the surname Xie, she directly had the surname of the emperor. Why would His Majesty answer such a ridiculous request.
"Heh, this prince underestimated this woman. Yanran, Zhou Zhaohua wanted to be emperor, she deliberately expressed her admiration for me, just to numb this prince."
Thinking of this possibility, Zhou Yongcheng was full of anger and wanted to smash Fengyi County Master into ten thousand pieces.
"Prince, Fengyi County Master competes for the crown prince position as a woman, and is destined to face numerous obstacles. Don't mess around, just deal with it carefully."
Compared with Zhou Yongcheng, Fan Yanran hated Fengyi County Master for being in a high position and standing in a place she couldn't reach.
Three days after returning to Beijing, it snowed heavily in the capital. Snowflakes swept up the sky and covered the sun, as if to cover everything.
Prince Wu's body was ill, and he did not go to court because of his illness.
Shu Ange had a good relationship with him, and he came to visit him later.
She is now the hottest person in the capital, and wherever she goes, there will be a storm, so she goes lightly.
The mansion of Prince Wu's son was not far from the mansion of the county master. Shu Ange, wearing a crane cloak and a fiery red hood, entered the mansion with the welcome of the servants.
Zhou Yongqi was seriously ill. Lying on the bed, his round cheeks had lost a lot of weight, and he had no energy.
"So much snow, why is Zhaohua here? Quickly bring a chair over here."
Since the surname of Fengyi County Master changed to Zhou, Zhou Yongqi has also tasted a little bit.
This Zhang Yangmingyan's sister, the princess, may have some ideas about the throne in her heart.
Zhou Yongqi didn't think that Fengyi County Master had such an idea that it was outrageous. As long as she could care about the people of Limin and seek blessings for the common people, it would not be a good talk if the Empress of the Ages appeared in Daxia.
"Come here by carriage, why are you suddenly ill and cold?"
Shu Ange did not avoid suspicion, sitting outside the bed, carefully looking at Zhou Yongqi's complexion.
His complexion was deteriorating, his brow bones were slightly raised, and his whole person seemed to be drained of energy.
"Perhaps the wind blew at night a few days ago, just in time for the heavy snow."
Zhou Yongqi only felt that his body was weak and weak, and he could barely even smile.
"What did the doctor say?"
Before returning to the capital, Shu Ange heard that Prince Su had broken his leg.
She was still thinking at the time whether this was an accident or the calculation of Prince Xuan.
Unexpectedly, there was a problem with Prince Wu, and if it was a coincidence, she would never believe it.
"I asked the imperial doctor to see it and said it was typhoid fever, but it didn't help after a few days of medicine."
Zhou Yongqi, the son of King Wu, showed a wry smile on his face. Although he looked weaker, his body was still healthy, but he couldn't do heavy work.
Now that he is in a sick bed, he has the illusion that his death is coming.
When it snowed again, the world was extremely depressed, and Zhou Yongqi felt even more chest tightness and shortness of breath.
Shu Ange looked at Zhou Yongqi carefully, then glanced at the arrangement in the room, his eyes fell on the light green sachet hanging on the hook of the curtain.
"what is this?"
She reached for the sachet and sniffed it in front of her nose.
Zhou Yongqi's face was slightly red, and he was about to speak when he coughed, and the maid immediately handed him a handkerchief.
He coughed on the handkerchief for a while, and when he moved his lips, he found that the handkerchief was stained with blood like red plums.
The young man coughing up blood is not a good sign. Zhou Yongqi shook his head, his eyebrows darkened a bit: "The sachet given by a friend has a calming effect."
"Ah."
Shu Ange sneered, squeezed the sachet tightly, then untied the knot, and took out a handful of spices from it.
"Brother Yong Qi, who gave you this sachet? There is something wrong with the spices in it."
Zhou Yongqi looked stunned and stared at Shu Ange blankly, as if he didn't understand what she meant.
"There's a problem with the spice, what's the problem?"
"The things in the sachet, if you wear it close to your body for a long time, will not only make people unmotivated, but also poisonous after a long time."
Zhou Yongqi always felt that his illness was strange, and after Shu Ange pointed out that he was poisoned, his heart was filled with infinite coolness.
"You said that I was poisoned?"
"Besides the sachet, what gift did you receive from that friend?"
Shu Ange didn't ask who Zhou Yongqi's friends were. Prince Xuan had a plan to figure him out, and he could always find the omissions and take advantage of them.
Zhou Yongqi lowered his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, ordered someone to open the box and take out some folding fans, handkerchiefs, purses and other items.
"It's all here."
Perhaps it was because of doubts in his heart that Zhou Yongqi discovered that almost all the things she gave him had the same fragrance.
Shu Ange picked up the folding fan painted with landscapes and smelled it carefully: "These things have been infused with poisonous spices."
"But...she uses the same spices. Zhaohua, could it be that she was also used."
"This is a chronic poison that needs to be worn for several months to work. It has no effect on the body when used at intervals. Moreover, this spice comes from the Western Regions and is rarely seen in the Central Plains. It is difficult for imperial doctors to identify the symptoms of poisoning."
Zhou Yongqi finally gave up, closed his eyes and smiled sadly.
In front of him, the woman with a peaceful smile, fluttering white clothes, who doesn't seem to eat the fireworks of the world, appeared in front of him.
On a rainy day, her carriage broke down on the road, and she shyly asked him for help.
When she went to the temple to pray for blessings, she devoutly prayed for her family, and when she looked back, she inadvertently met his eyes.
He thought he had met a beautiful woman who could be with him for a lifetime, but he didn't expect...
"How long can I live?"
Zhou Yongqi's heart was as cold as ash, and he only felt ashamed of his parents who were far away from home.
"Although this poison is strange, it is not incurable. My brother is young and strong, as long as he stops contacting these spices and supplements it with acupuncture and acupuncture, he will be cured."