Fujin is not good

After resting for two days, Feng Wan's body has fully recovered, and Xuan Tian has also improved slightly, but he still can't get out of bed, so he still needs to take care of it carefully.

During this period, the palace issued an imperial decree targeting Miao Wan, depriving her of the position of side Fujin and demoting her to Ge Ge.

Miao Wan didn't cry or make excuses, she accepted it calmly.On the second day after the imperial decree came down, she invited herself to the Ganyu Temple near the outskirts of Beijing to pray for Xuantian.

Feng Wan was quite surprised by this, but Xuan Tian was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Miao Wan left Prince Yu's mansion that afternoon.

After Miao Wan left, Feng Wan met the woman who was brought back to the palace by Xuan Tian that day.

She came to pay homage to Feng Wan and Xuan Tian, ​​she was wearing a plain dress with only a few silver hairpins on her table, her demeanor was gentle and courteous, she was a pretty young lady.

She called herself Qin Bailu, and was born in Chuanchu. Due to the riots of the White Lotus Sect a while ago, she lost her parents, so she had to accompany her brother to go north to Beijing for the exam.

But she got separated from her brother on the road, and went all the way to the capital to reunite with her brother, but he couldn't find him, but she fainted on the street because of her penniless hunger.

Xuan Tian asked her: "I see, my lord, are you a Lianjiazi?"

Qin Bailu nodded, frowned and said: "Caomin's father ran a family of military officers in Chuanchu, so Caomin has been familiar with it since he was a child, and he knows how to fight."

Xuan Tian didn't say another word, but a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.He had already ordered the startled salamander to investigate Qin Bailu, and the situation was no different from what she said.

"My lord and Fujin saved one of the grassroots, and the grassroots will be a cow or a horse in the next life, and there is nothing in return." She said, bowing her head respectfully.

When Qin Bailu said so far, Feng Wan thought she was going to say something like 'promise with her body' next, but fortunately she just knelt respectfully, without any intention of overstepping.

So Feng Wan became more and more satisfied with her.

"Miss Qin," Feng Wan said, "Since you are separated from your elder brother and now you have no fixed place to live, why don't you stay here temporarily, if you don't dislike it, you can stay by Ben Fujin's side."

Qin Bailu raised her head in surprise when she heard the words, she looked at Feng Wan, and said joyfully, "Thank you, Fujin, for caring about Caomin. Caomin can be a servant by Fujin's side, it is the blessing of Caomin III's cultivation!"

As she said, she wanted to pray again, but Feng Wan helped her up herself.The reason why Feng Wan kept her was because she was neither the eyeliner placed by the Queen around her nor Xuan Tian's person.

Her family is innocent, and she was raised carefully before entering Beijing, and her sense of slavery is not very high.

"Ben Fujin will not force you to sign a contract of sale, and will send someone to find your brother. Ben Fujin only asks for one thing, and that is your loyalty." Feng Wan said.

Qin Bailu nodded, and blessed himself: "Don't worry, Fujin, this servant will be loyal and will never betray the master!"

Feng Wan nodded in satisfaction, she attracted Jing Zhe, "Wait for her to get acquainted."

"Yes."

After Jing Zhe and Qin Bailu retreated, Xuan Tian said: "Now we live together in Qutai Hall, and you can summon Jinyu and Lichun at any time. There is no need to accept another foreign woman."

Feng Wan walked to the bed, sat down, but raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, can the prince not support his concubines?"

Hearing this, Xuan Tian smiled and nodded her nose, "This king doesn't hesitate to fight with the princes, so he can't even afford you a small misfortune?"

After he finished speaking, the two laughed together.

In addition, Feng Wan also received news that her relatives, Ama, Hesheli and Dai, will go north to the capital and concurrently serve as Minister of the Ministry of Officials to organize this year's Spring Festival.

This means that Feng Wan will see him without looking up.

Feng Wan didn't have any feelings for this cheap Ama, but three months after he married her mother, he married Miao Wan's mother again, which somewhat made Feng Wan have a bad impression of him.

Therefore, regarding the fact that he will enter Beijing in a few days, Feng Wan did not say anything, and handed over all the preparations to Li Chun.

And she herself did something else.

That is to enter the palace to greet the emperor and Concubine Min.

Due to the palace regulations, the two old people are inconvenient to go out of the palace to visit, but they sympathize with Xuan Tian and Miao Wan, and they are not eager to call them into the palace.

Xuan Tian's leg disease has not healed, and it is inconvenient to move, but it is time for Feng Wan to enter the palace to pay her respects.Xuan Tian was still worried about this, he carefully watched some things about Jing Zhe, and asked Kou Yi to follow in disguise as a woman.

Feng Wan laughed at him: "When did you become such a mother-in-law?"

Xuantian shook his head helplessly, and his eyes were full of tenderness, "For you, it should be like this."

In a word, Feng Wan ran away in shame.

Feng Wan went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation first, and Li Fuquan greeted her in front of the hall early in the morning. When he saw Feng Wan, he greeted her with a smile on his face.

"The emperor has been waiting early in the morning, and even sent someone to watch twice in front of the palace gate. It just so happened that you came here."

Feng Wan smiled, entered the main hall, and saluted respectfully.

"I invite the emperor Amah to be safe."

The emperor went down to help her up himself, looked at her with a smile, and saw that she was fine and healthy, so he was relieved and said with a smile, "Seeing that you are fine, I feel relieved."

"It's my son's fault that Huang Ama is worried." Feng Wan said.

"Third sister-in-law, you grew up beside Huang Ama since you were young, and you are Huang Ama's favorite child. This time, you frightened Huang Ama."

Feng Wan heard the reputation and looked around, only then did she notice that Prince Xuan Cheng was still in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but he was sitting in the dark just now, Feng Wan didn't see it.

"Prince—" Feng Wan hurriedly saluted again, but was stopped by Xuan Cheng.

Xuan Cheng said with a smile: "My family, there is no need to be formal."

"Yeah," the emperor also smiled, it seemed that he was in a good mood, "how is Xuantian?"

"Returning to Huang Ama, the prince is recovering well, but his leg is sick and he still can't get out of bed, so he can't come to pay his respects to Huang Ama in person." Feng Wan said respectfully.

The emperor nodded, but the crown prince Xuancheng said jokingly: "It's fine for the third brother to be fine. Before that, I thought that the third brother's favorite was Shao Yi, but now I know that it is sister Feng Wan."

Hearing this, Feng Wan's crow feathers drooped slightly, making it impossible to see the expression in her eyes, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, speaks seriously."

Miao Wan is the granddaughter of the Yehenala family, that is, the cousin of Prince Xuancheng, but she has already provoked the emperor's dislike. Now that the prince mentions Miao Wan, Feng Wan doesn't know what his purpose is.

"Feng girl, you are lucky to have returned safely. The concubine is very worried about you. Now that you have entered the palace, go and say hello to her." The emperor said lightly.

Feng Wan nodded, and saluted with blessings: "Yes, I will retire."

After all, she is a married woman and the emperor's daughter-in-law. No matter how much the emperor dotes on her, she can't make it too obvious.

Feng Wan didn't see it, but when she turned her back and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a hint of evil flashed quickly in Prince Xuan Cheng's eyes.