After the morning court session, several important officials and princes were invited to the study room. The desk was filled with memorials from all over the country. First there was a flood in the south, then a plague, and the Zinu in the north were approaching step by step. Now the people of Dayong were living in misery.

"Your servants have seen the emperor. Long live the emperor." Everyone saluted.

"No need, stand up." Emperor Yongkang waved his hand to let everyone sit down. He coughed violently after he finished speaking.

"Your Majesty, you..." Qi Xiang was about to stand up, worried about your majesty's health.

"I am not in any serious condition, please do not worry." Emperor Yongkang raised his hand and asked the people to sit down, saying, "I think... you also know why I asked you to come."

Natural disasters and man-made disasters continued to occur in Dayong, and one problem after another came. Emperor Yongkang could not sleep well every night, and his head hurt more and more.

As for the plague in the south, several important ministers proposed to close the city. Losing the people of a city can stop the spread of the plague and prevent more people from dying. The opinions and views of the left and right prime ministers were different, but their goals were the same.

The discussion in the study room did not get a result that satisfied Emperor Yongkang.

"Let's stop here today. You all go back and think about it." The emperor saw that everyone was tired of him. He himself had been busy since he got up early in the morning and his body was a little exhausted, so he asked everyone to go back first.

The elderly emperor did not have no answer in his heart, but he hoped that his ministers could find a better way to deal with it.

"Your subjects, take your leave."

They got up at three o'clock in the morning to attend the morning court. After a morning, the legs and feet of these elderly people were aching. When they got up, their feet were shaking. They needed someone to help them walk when they went out.

After everyone left, Emperor Yongkang kept only his fourth prince.

"Fourth son, are you still blaming me in your heart?" Emperor Yongkang looked at the prince who was standing here straight, with his head lowered, and stood in front of him, and asked.

"I dare not." Feng Lingxiao's voice was steady.

"Fourth son, you are blaming your father in your heart." Emperor Yongkang looked at his fourth son with a pair of cloudy eyes. His eyes were very sharp and deep, revealing that he was watching everything. Nothing could escape his eyes.

Feng Lingxiao knew that his father would definitely not keep him here just to talk about whether he blamed him or not. He probably knew in his heart what the reason for keeping him here was, so he did not say anything. There was no need to continue arguing with his father on this issue.

What if he blamed him? What if he did not blame him? Some things happened and they happened. No one could change it, not even himself.

"Tell me, what do you think about the plague in the south?" Emperor Yongkang had noticed that his fourth son hadn't said a word from the morning court to the moment when everyone was in the study.

With his intelligence, it was impossible for him not to have any thoughts.

He knew that his fourth son resented him in his heart, resenting his father for not letting him take the reinforcements to Zhenmen Pass, resenting him for letting the entire Li family sacrifice for Feng Dynasty, and even General Li died in Zhenmen Pass in the end. Going further, he resented his father for letting his father die tragically in the harem.

It had been so long since the events of the past. Of all the beauties in his harem, none of them had left a deep impression on him. Even the dead Li Qingtang had not left any impression on him. Emperor Yongkang

admitted that he wished the Li family would disappear, but when the day came, he found it hard to believe that General Li was gone, and the Li family was gone.

"I think everyone has their own reasons." Feng Lingxiao finished his words in a serious tone, and then he said nothing.

It was because everyone had their own reasons that it was difficult to conclude who had said it better and how to deal with it better.

There have been several plagues in Dafeng. The biggest one killed people in several cities in succession. Later, those cities became deserted and disappeared from the history of Dafeng. Therefore, when it comes to plague, no one is not afraid. Emperor Yongkang was also afraid. That's why he couldn't make a conclusion on this matter. He was afraid that if he handled it carelessly, it would cause the whole Dafeng to fall.

"I'm asking you." Emperor Yongkang said.

"Your son agrees with everyone." Feng Lingxiao said.

"Cough cough cough...you, you..." The angry emperor coughed violently again, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and his face suddenly turned pale. The palace servant standing next to him hurriedly asked someone to invite the imperial physician over and stepped forward to serve him carefully.

Without waiting for his father to chase him away, Feng Lingxiao took his leave and left without looking back.

Emperor Yongkang threw the paper of punishment on the table, but unfortunately, all he had left was a departing back.

When he asked for permission to go to Zhenmenguan, his father had some reservations and sent Feng Lingrui there, otherwise how could he have come to this situation? Just because he has half Li family blood in his body, his father has been wary of even his own son over the years. Feng Lingxiao's mouth curled up, feeling that this prince was very pitiful.

He would not follow the old path of the Li family. Being a good son of his father, he risked his life for Dafeng, but the throne had nothing to do with him, and power had nothing to do with him. I am afraid that after the future things are settled, his father will wish that he could "accidentally" die. This idea is a good one. What he, Feng Lingxiao, wants is this world. No one can stop his determination. This world will belong to him, Feng Lingxiao!

"Your humble servant has seen His Highness." The imperial physician quickly rushed over and met His Highness Prince Yi who was leaving. The imperial physician saluted His Highness Prince Yi, nodded to His Highness, apologized and left in a hurry.

Seeing the imperial physician hurried away, Feng Lingxiao knew that Xiaoren was going to Yu's study. With the imperial physician there, he believed that his father would not die for a while.

Halfway through the journey, His Royal Highness Prince Yi waved his hand and asked the person behind him to come forward. The little servant came forward and put his ear close to him. Prince Yi whispered an order, and the person nodded and said "Yes", then walked in the opposite direction of his master.

After leaving the palace, he got on the carriage, and the carriage went back to Prince Yi's mansion.

"Hehe..." The crisp laughter of a child came from the yard.

The little fat baby was wearing a bright red bellyband, revealing his white and tender little arms, his legs hopping, his face round, his eyebrows thick and his eyes big, he must be a handsome boy when he grows up. Several servants were playing around with the child, making the child giggle.

Ice cubes were placed in the corner of the house. It hadn't rained for a long time that day, and the weather was hot. Rich people would use ice on the ground at home. Princess Yi's yard was never short of these things. The young master is afraid of heat and cries when it is hot. A few days ago, it was hot and he had prickly heat, which was red and itchy, making the young master cry all day.

After the young master's prickly heat was finally cured, this room was also used to cool down every day.

The servants were more careful. Last time, the servants in this room were punished. The reason why they were spared a beating was that they owed it to the young master. Who would be injured to appease the young master? But if they fail to take good care of the young master, it will not be as simple as a beating. Their lives may be in danger.

Liang Xijun, who was sitting on a recliner, was reading a book leisurely. The sun was shining outside, and he didn't dare to take the child outside. It was better to take the child in this mansion. It would be cooler to put ice cubes in the room.

The child was right in front of him. He could look up at his little baby while reading a book. This made him feel more comfortable than anything else.

"Master, the king is back."

After hearing the report from the people below, Liang Baojun put down the book in his hand, stood up and asked the servants to help him tidy up, and went out with a smile on his face to welcome his husband. The child in the house knew that his father was back, and twisted his head to look at the door, babbling and it was unclear whether he was calling his father.

Soon, voices came from outside, and the returned King Yi and his princess were talking.

"Tian'er is in the house. It's too hot outside. Tian'er is very afraid of the heat. It's cooler in the house. I dare not take Tian'er outside." Liang Xijun's face was full of doting when he talked about his child. He really held the child in his hands for fear of dropping it, and held it in his mouth for fear of holding it in his arms. He went in to see the child. The child was in his arms and babbled, and no one knew what he was saying. Feng Lingxiao held the child for a while, and when he saw that the child was feeling better with his master, he went back to his own courtyard.

"Shua——" A white pigeon flew over the high wall of the Yiwang Mansion and landed on the ground in the courtyard. The standing guards stepped forward and grabbed the white pigeon and brought it to the master. Feng Lingxiao took the pigeon, pulled out the note tied to the pigeon's feet, unfolded it and took a look, a smile appeared on his face.

Maybe God helped him and sent him whatever he needed. He almost forgot that there was a Cao Xiangnan in Caojia Village. How could this kid have such a thing in his hand? If this recipe is feasible, he will have one more chip in this game. He

must win this game.

I took a quick look at the child that time, and I don't know how old the child is now and what he looks like. Thinking of the lovely second child raised in the mansion, a little face similar to his Ye'er appeared in front of him. The child's eyebrows and eyes were exactly like his mother. Feng Lingxiao's heart was suddenly filled with tenderness. So even if his child was not raised in front of him, every time he thought of such a little face, he liked the child in his heart. This may be the so-called love the house and the dog.

The child has been raised in Caojia Village. He has always had news about the child from there, so he also knows that the child is well raised. Cao Xiangnan is also a capable boy, but I don't know where a country boy got all these skills. Even His Royal Highness King Yi is puzzled.

But as long as he can be used by him, he doesn't care about his origins, as long as he can be used by him.

Is it Cao Xiangnan? He remembered the name! If he ever becomes emperor

, Feng Lingxiao will never forget the contribution of that boy.