Chapter 420

Queen Wang returned to Fengyi palace, Zhao Huaian instantly saw that her face was wrong: "Niang Niang."

"The emperor has indeed taken action. The imperial edict has been drawn up. In three days' time, Junheng and Junye will be appointed as princes. It seems that we have to start ahead of time."

The emperor showed his embarrassment and did not hide anything from Zhao Huaian.

Zhao Huaian is also aware of the seriousness of the matter. Once the edict is read out, it indicates that no matter what efforts he and queen Wang make, he will not be able to return to heaven.

"I'll come here to find Dr. Song."

Soon, in the name of the Queen's headache, Zhao Huaian summoned song Taiyi to Fengyi palace.

Song Tai Yi came to the queen and bowed to her with her fist. She opened her mouth and called, "Niang Niang."

Wang Huanghou sat at the table and said bluntly, "it's time to increase the dosage. Do you understand what the Palace said in three days?"

Hearing this, the song imperial doctor was shocked and asked, "Why are you so anxious? Even if the dosage is not increased, the emperor will not be able to last for half a month. In this way, once exposed, all previous achievements will be wasted. "

Empress Wang frowned, and her eyes were full of eagerness: "do you still want to remind me? If you want to do it, you can do it immediately. If you don't need to know, you should ask less. Don't worry. Even if you are detected, you will never be involved in the Song family. Our palace has its own way. "

Seeing this, the imperial doctor of Song Dynasty didn't explain much, so he bowed himself and said, "yes, I do."

After the song imperial doctor left, the queen pondered that if the emperor really died within three days, the imperial edict would still be preserved. If someone found out, Junheng could not be the prince.

She said to Zhao Huaian, "go and invite Mr. Yi."

When Zhao Huaian heard that queen Wang wanted to invite Mr. Yi, he already knew what he thought.

Mr. Yi is a famous painter in Beijing. His paintings can sell thousands of taels of silver in Beijing.

Empress Wang summoned him at the moment, obviously not to appreciate the paintings. In addition to his attainments in painting, Mr. Yi also had one ability and skill, which was copying.

Mr. Yi was summoned late at night. He had been asked to paint in the palace before, but he had never done it at night.

At night, the candle light was dim, and it was difficult to grasp the color. He had no idea what he was called to the palace at that time.

In the face of Mr. Yi who was puzzled, the corner of Queen Wang's mouth rose slightly and said with a smile: "it's really a long time since I saw Mr. Yi."

Mr. Yi bowed his fist and said, "madam, I'm very serious. If you want the grass people to come, you just need a word. I don't know what happened when you called the grass people in the middle of the night."

Queen Wang got up slowly and walked up to Mr. Yi: "Mr. Yi is really smart. I summoned you late at night, but I didn't really want you to paint. I heard that you are very skillful in copying. Could you show me something for me?"

Hearing the speech, Mr. Yi straightened up his chest and said with pride, "why not, but it's dark and the candle light is flashing. It's hard for the grass people to guarantee what they can copy. What's more, they don't know what the queen wants the grass people to copy."

Queen Wang waved her hand: "it's all right. I believe in Mr. Yi's skill. I just need to do my best, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Huaian bows to salute: "yes."

Then he went to the side hall and took out a piece of paper on which the emperor wrote a poem to the queen before he married her.

Queen Wang put the paper in front of Mr. Yi: "I wonder if Mr. Yi can copy the typeface?"

Although Mr. Yi often came to the palace to paint, he did not see the emperor's handwriting. When he saw that he was asked to imitate the font, he could not help but put on a look of disdain: "the original is to let the grass-roots people copy the font. What's the difficulty?"

Queen Wang and Zhao Huaian looked at each other, showing a happy look: "in this case, the ink."

Mr. Yi was given a seat. According to the poem written by the emperor to the queen, he soon wrote it again. Even though the queen was familiar with the emperor's handwriting, he still could not see which was true or which was false.

She nodded silently and said with a smile, "Mr. Yi is really skilled. Even if it's my palace, I can't tell you."

Hearing the speech, Mr. Yi closed his eyes thoughtfully: "empress, you should not just let the grass people copy this love poem?"

Queen Wang took a deep breath: "to tell you the truth, it's true."

As she said this, she took out the paper again from the cuff and put it in front of Mr. Yi: "this palace wants you to write it again according to the content above, imitating the handwriting just now. I wonder if Mr. Yi would like to."

At the beginning, Mr. Yi didn't care. He also heard about the intrigue in the harem. But when he saw the content, he was still shocked.

He put down the paper and knelt down in front of the queen. His eyes were full of panic: "empress, you can let the grass people do anything, but these... The grass people really dare not imitate."

Queen Wang sat down slowly with a smile on her lips. A touch of condensation flashed through her eyes: "since you have seen it, you have to write today, and you have to write if you don't write."

Mr. Yi trembled all over: "empress, grass people..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Huaian suddenly took out a dagger from his sleeve and put it on his neck: "those who know how to write it, or you won't want to leave Fengyi palace. Your wife and children will disappear in Beijing for no reason. It's up to you whether you want this life or not."

Carelessly, he was involved in the enmity of the palace. It was impossible for him to retreat completely. At this time, it was too late for Mr. Yi to regret. He had only one idea in his heart, which was to save his wife and children's lives.

Queen Wang casually took a cup of tea and took a sip of it: "don't worry, as long as you write it down according to the above content, our palace will surely protect you, and no one will know that you copied it."

Mr. Yi sighed and said with a sad face: "the grass people obey."

Zhao Huaian took the dagger from his neck and stood behind him. He watched him imitate the emperor's handwriting and wrote down the imperial edict to make Jun Heng Prince and Feng Junlin and Jun Ye prince.

After he finished writing, Zhao Huaian put away the paper and said with a smile, "it's really very similar. I'm very curious. You have such superb skills. Why don't you forge the silver note? If so, don't you already have a lot of money?"

Mr. Yi was even more frightened after writing. His fingers were trembling slightly. He looked at the queen and said in a pleading tone: "madam, the grass people don't want to live in a muddle, but they want you to let go of your wife and children."

Obviously, Mr. Yi could see that queen Wang would not save her life if she did such a thing.

But Queen Wang's mouth was still smiling: "Mr. Yi doesn't need to worry so much. Since our palace has said that, we will do it. Zhao Huaian, send Mr. Yi back. Don't disturb his wife and children, do you know?"