Chapter 259 The Prime Minister is sick
The empress has no harem, and the palace is very empty. The Silver Armored Guards have a special martial arts arena here.
Lou Xiang and Song Junzhan went there together, picked out the weapons they had, and started fighting without saying anything.
"Clang clang clang!"
Swords flashed, sparks flew.
After a while, the two separated. They both had a sense of propriety, and they could not kill each other without making a deadly move. However, this tone meant that they could not do it without fighting.
After two breaths, he attacked the opponent again.
The battle lasted for a full hour, until Song Junzhan was exhausted and the alcohol had completely evaporated.
Lou Xiang calmly put away the knife: "I agree."
Song Junzhan is good at writing, but his martial arts skills are not as good as Lou Xi's, so he is bound to lose. It is already very good to be able to hold on for an hour in Lou Xi's hands.
Lou Xiang didn't feel happy when he won, and Song Junzhan didn't feel depressed when he lost.
They all knew in their hearts that winning or losing this fight would not determine anything, it was just to vent the sullenness in their hearts.
The real decision-making power always lies with the empress.
So I just vented my feelings, didn't ask any questions, and didn't even mention a word about being intimate with the empress.
After Song Junzhan calmed down, Lou Xiang said: "What is the Prime Minister going to do with those two people tonight?"
Song Junzhan coughed lightly to relieve the discomfort in his throat: "Lock them up and keep them under strict supervision. We will not give them a chance to appear in front of the empress again."
After saying this, he explained: "Your Majesty has no idea of war for the time being, so you cannot kill them, otherwise it will give the two countries an excuse to go to war, but they are not that important, and Your Majesty doesn't care, so as long as they don't die, that's fine."
Lou Yan's eyes were cold: "How can the Prime Minister guarantee that they will not appear in front of His Majesty again?"
Song Junzhan said frankly: "I can't guarantee it, but isn't there Mr. Lou? You and I are destined to be enemies, but in this matter, our goals should be the same."
Lou Xiang said no more and turned to leave.
Song Junzhan walked in the other direction until he walked out of the martial arts arena, then slowly leaned against the wall.
Lou Xiang didn't kill him, but he didn't let him go either. This meal was really overloading for him as a civil servant. It was uncertain whether he would be able to go to court normally tomorrow.
However, in the past two years, he has been turning around and has never slacked off for a day. He occasionally takes a day off. Your Majesty will not blame him.
The next day, the prime minister failed to go to court, which instantly shocked the court.
The empress of the court may not come, but the prime minister cannot be missing for a day.
Many people went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to inquire, but they didn't get in. Only the housekeeper told them that the Prime Minister was unwell today and needed to rest.
Is the Prime Minister feeling unwell? Is this something strange?
The Prime Minister has never been in good health. When we first met, he was carrying a bowl of medicine every day. Later, the Empress became better after she ascended the throne. Although he didn't need to drink it every day, he still prepared the medicine. Occasionally, he would have a cold and cough, but he still insisted on it. On duty, rain or shine, why did I feel unwell and lay down this time?
Isn't this a serious illness?
Seeing several officials coming to the empress to seek medical advice, Lou Xiang's face was so gloomy that it dripped water. He was so frightened that the officials left much faster.
Finally, the empress decided to show her care for her courtiers and took the imperial doctor to see the prime minister in person.
Lou Xiang subconsciously wanted to follow, but Xiao Li raised his hand to stop him: "You don't have to go."
Lou Xiang's feet were frozen in place, and he could only watch Xiao Li leave.
Again, as long as the opponent doesn't die, it doesn't count as a win.
But he couldn't kill Song Junzhan!
Hong Yue and Lan Yue looked at each other and quickly covered their faces.
I want to laugh, but I can’t, for fear of retaliation. This father-in-law looks so scary~~~
Foxes never rely on force to win. Wisdom and charm are synonymous with foxes.
Because Cen An could not cure the empress, he could not bear the attack from both sides by his beloved girl and his good brother, so he became autistic and wandered around the world. The biggest boss in the imperial hospital now is Ning Chong, an old man. However, Xiao Li knew what was wrong with Song Junzhan, so he didn't bother Ning Chong. Instead, he found a young imperial doctor whom Cen An had personally taught to take him there.
When the Empress arrives, the Prime Minister's Mansion naturally opens its doors to welcome her.
Shopkeeper Jiang is the chief steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion and went to the door to greet him personally.
"The villain welcomes Your Majesty on behalf of the Prime Minister."
A tall young man saluted beside him and said with a cheerful smile: "See you, Your Majesty."
Xiao Li's eyes fell on him, looked at him a few times, and shouted uncertainly: "Zi Yue?"
No wonder Xiao Li was surprised. In fact, this person was completely different from the previous Zi Yue. The previous Zi Yue was a half-year-old boy, but he was still a child.
He has yellow hair, a thin body, and a green appearance with some small spots.
He used to be half a head shorter than Xiao Li, but now he is more than half a head taller than Xiao Li.
My figure has grown taller, but it's not like a bamboo pole. Instead, I look very healthy and strong. My appearance has grown longer, and the small spots on my face have disappeared.
His facial features are very three-dimensional, with thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and his skin is not white, but a light wheat color.
He's not that amazingly handsome, but he's still a handsome boy.
Sunny, healthy, tall and handsome, the ceiling for high school students in the physical education department is nothing more than this.
Especially his big and bright eyes, his grin when looking at Xiao Li, pure and naive.
More like it!
Shopkeeper Jiang smiled and said: "Just now Ziyue made a bet with the villain, saying that His Majesty would not be able to recognize him."
Xiao Li smiled and said, "I really didn't recognize him. The man has changed a lot. Now that he's out and about, I don't know how many little girls he's going to charm."
"You have saved enough money to marry a wife. If not, I will add more to you."
Ziyue blushed instantly when he was teased: "Your Majesty, sister, that was all in the past. Now I am not in a hurry to get a wife."
"Hahaha"
Xiao Li smiled brightly. Why do adults like to mention embarrassing things about children? It's so fun to tease children.
Xiao Li's good mood lasted from the door until he saw Song Junzhan.
Song Junzhan got up from the bed, looking a little pale. When he saw Xiao Li arriving, he raised a smile and was about to salute.
"Your Majesty."
Xiao Li supported him: "What are you doing when you feel unwell?"
Song Junzhan: "Your Majesty is here. It is a sin for me not to go to the door to greet you. How can I lie in bed and not move?"
Xiao Li looked at his bloodless lips, and then at his face. Although this was a trick by the fox, the disease was real: "Okay, don't bother."
"Zi Yue, come here and help your young master to the bed."
Zi Yue said with a positive attitude: "Follow your orders!"
Song Junzhan couldn't speak. He took the quilt back to the bed three or two times. A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old didn't understand the slightest tenderness at all.
Ziyue: Your majesty, sister, has an order and the mission will be fulfilled.
Song Junzhan: He raised this child Ziyue in vain.
Lou Xi: The defense of the tower was not going well and the defense was broken.
Song Junzhan: We are using all means to continue attacking.
Zi Yue: Hee hee, your majesty sister, I am the most obedient.