Chapter 131 Regent

"Well, I brought it for you. I've been covering it in the car. It's still hot."

"What is it?" Liu Yusheng opened the paper bag in confusion, and a scent of green onion rushed to his face.

"Scallion biscuits." Qian Wanjin said, "A newly opened biscuits stall in town, the taste is not bad."

Wei Hong, who was not far from Liu Yusheng, had a stiff back. Did Wei Lan really go to sell sesame seeds?

Liu Yusheng tore off a small piece of the sesame cake, which was still warm in his hand. After tasting it, he nodded, "Well, it tastes pretty good."

"Do you like it? That stall is just opposite the restaurant. I'll take you there next time. This kind of biscuits tastes the best when it's just out of the pot." The woman in sight, "Is this your relative?"

"No, I forgot to tell you, this is Auntie Hong, who lives in my house temporarily." Liu Yusheng said lightly, "Why did it take you so long to come here this time, is there something wrong in Beijing?"

Standing not far away and pretending to be busy, Wei Hong immediately pricked up his ears.

"What can happen in Beijing, it's just that those high-ranking people are choking you to death and me, making the situation below tense." With a sneer, Qian Wanjin glanced at Liu Yusheng, meaning unclear, "I heard that today's dragon body I'm sick, I can't continue to take charge of the government, and I'm ready to canonize the crown prince. The sixteenth prince who is the most vocal is the sixteenth prince, the king of Nanling. Today, I have always loved him, Fu Nannan, do you think he has a chance?"

"Those things in the royal family are too far away from us. It's not something that ordinary people like us can talk about. We just have to live our own lives."

After nibbling two bites of biscuits, Liu Yusheng slowed down, "Little Master, do you think that the Sixteenth Prince returned to Beijing from a trip a few years ago?"

Qian Wanjin's eyes darkened, "That's what the news said."

"Then... do you know his name?"

"The sixteenth prince's surname from the country is Feng, Feng Qingbai."

Liu Yusheng's shoulders slumped a little, surnamed Feng, Feng Qingbai.

It won't be him.

Not long after Qian Wanjin brought the news back, the imperial court posted the imperial list, and the imperial edict was announced to the world.

The crown prince Feng Mohan was supposed to be the crown prince. Before the crown prince was able to manage state affairs, Nanling King Feng Qingbai acted as the regent, and the chief assistant of the cabinet, Mo Wenhai, and the prince's grandfather Feng Qian jointly assisted.

The world is in an uproar!

The entire royal family couldn't believe it.

Feng Mohan! If it wasn't for the name clearly written on the imperial list, they wouldn't even remember this person!

The posthumous son of the fourth prince! Birth day, that is, the birthday of the biological mother! two years old! Although there is no father or mother, it is a genuine royal bloodline!

They concentrated their hands and feet to deal with Feng Qingbai, and in the end, the crown prince actually ended up in another family?

So the emperor's favor that Feng Qingbai has won over the years is all fake? Is it blinding?

The emperor's most beloved son is actually just a shield?

The big joke of slipping the world!

In the harem, the ferocious-looking woman shattered the bronze mirror, "I'm going to die, he's still that scoundrel in his heart! Help him be the regent, so that he won't be bound by the palace! But he can still be the one who holds the highest authority! Good, good You must convince me of your chess game! Hahaha!"

In the Zichen Hall, the emperor was lying on the dragon bed, his face was blue and gray, his breathing was short, and he was already lingering.

"Qingbai...Xiu'er, the only thing I can help you is here, you...go on your own, don't hate me..." His throat was like a hole, and the emperor made a hoarse sound as he gasped, "You take these things. ...enough...to protect yourself, make good use of it!"

The old eunuch immediately took a locked brocade box and handed it to Feng Qingbai, Feng Qingbai took it, raised his eyes again, the end of his eyes was slightly red, "You hold on, famous doctors from all over are coming..."

The emperor shook his head, "No need... It's useless to come here. It's time for me to leave. Go earlier. Maybe, I can still see your mother. I want to... apologize to her..."

The emperor's eyes gradually became dazed, and he vaguely saw the ten-year-old girl, who came to him to recuperate his body. At that time, he was already old and standing.

This company has been with her for 20 years, and she has grown from a little girl who has never done anything to a gentle and graceful woman. And his temples also began to dye frost white.

In the end, he fell in love, and regardless of the huge difference in age and status, he wanted her.

He thought that she must hate him very much, so she went one step ahead of him, so that he would have no love for him in the years to come.

Now, he is going to find her.

He has to apologize to his little girl and ask her to forgive him.

If there is an afterlife... He doesn't want this country, he just... spoils her.

In June, the state of Nanling was mourned.

Emperor Hongyuan died, the whole country mourned, and no red affairs were allowed for half a year.

In the same month, the two-year-old prince Feng Mohan became emperor and changed his name to Hongjing.

Because the new emperor was still young, Feng Qingbai, the king of Nanling, acted as the regent by the order of the former emperor.

These two are well-known old officials in the court, the late emperor's loyal faction, with the protection of the two of them, the king of Nanling Feng Qingbai can control half of the court.

Most of these things Liu Yusheng heard from Qian Wanjin. Sometimes Yanhong would run around town, and when she came back, she would tell Grandma Liu the rumors she heard as gossip stories.

She likes to hear all kinds of gossip.

For these, Liu Yusheng all laughed after hearing it.

People come for benefits, people go for benefits.

Especially in the places where the imperial power is most concentrated, the battle is more brutal.

Everyone wants to climb to that position, but there is only one position. Then only the one who survives to the end is the king.

And the person who can become the king, which one, is not his hands full of blood. Which is not hard-hearted.

Liu Yusheng shook his head. That world was too far away from her life, and there would be no intersection at all. What did she sigh here?

Taking care of fruit trees, medicinal seedlings, developing prescriptions, treating patients, and accompanying her family, this is her life. Plain and full, simple and unadorned.

The white horses pass by, and time flies.

Another spring, in the neatly painted farmyard, there are branches sticking out from the courtyard walls, with fresh green, and a few budding pink flowers and bones on the branches exude a faint fragrance.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the farmhouse, and the tall and strong young man jumped out of the carriage and pushed the door in, "Grandma, I'm back, I'm exhausted, do you have anything to eat?"

In the kitchen room, the old woman with fair hair stuck her head out, holding a pot and spoon in her hand, and said in a loud voice, "Little Jinzi, did you run away from marriage again?"

"Hey, feed my grandma! Keep your voice down! What do you mean by running away again? It doesn't count as a marriage contract that I didn't nod!" Qian Wanjin lowered his voice and became anxious, his face turning red.

The old lady stepped into the kitchen, and her voice came out clearly, "You said that you are in your twenties this year, right? If you were married earlier, you would be a father now."