The fireworks in the Pixiu incense burner in the hall are flourishing, and the freshness of Jia Nan incense lingers in the house. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Su Wanqing and Min Chongyi both sat on the south window strip kang and drank tea, retiring from the palace, and the room was very quiet.

"Sister Min has been worried for the past few days, but when I went out that day, I really didn't expect to be delayed for so many days." She said quietly. Her eyes were staring at Min Chongyi tightly, and she saw that she was a little absent-minded today, her fingers kept clutching her knees nervously, and she had to call her a few times every time before she came back to her senses.

Min Chongyi smiled awkwardly and took the teacup to sip, but she didn't hold it steady for a while, and the tea spilled wet the pleated knee skirt. She had no choice but to put down the teacup, took out the yarn and wiped it again, and said dodgingly, "It doesn't matter, it's only a little wet." ”

Su Wanqing said, "It's not good to be wet like this, Sister Min should go back and change her clothes, we are so close, I'll go over to see you tomorrow." ”

"Don't!" Min Chongyi shouted hurriedly, making Su Wanqing feel even more that she was a little unusual today.

"I don't care, in fact, I came here in such a hurry today, because I have something I want to say to my sister."

Su Wanqing said "um", Min Chongyi gritted his teeth and said, "My real name is Ruolan, you and my sister have known each other, if my sister doesn't dislike it, she will call me by my name in the future." ”

"Sister Min came here today just for this matter?"

Min Chongyi turned her face away with teary eyes, covered her face with a veil and said, "There is one more thing... My sister has been in favor since she entered the palace, and she also spoke in front of the emperor. I dared to ask my sister for a favor. ”

Su Wanqing didn't expect that this busyness would be so embarrassing for her.

Min Chongyi was born in Jizhou, Hedong, and his father Yu Zhi was a local state official. At present, the Great Xia army went out to collect grain and grass from Hedong and Jiangnan, and those corrupt and bribed magnates secretly made bad intentions and deliberately promoted Yu Zhi as a grain raising officer.

"That position is enough to kill my father, and there is a lot of saline-alkali dry land in the east of the river, and there is no way to get so much food. I heard that now that the manager is on the march, the time to raise food must be shortened. If my father can't pay the errand, I'm afraid he will not be able to escape prison. Yu Ruolan burst into tears and sobbed.

"It's... This is the government, and I don't dare to say more in front of the emperor. Sister Ruolan, don't worry, let me think of a way. ”

Yu Ruolan knelt down in front of her all of a sudden, kowtowed, and said, "Ask my sister to save my father, I am willing to pay any price to repay you." ”

Finally calmed her emotions and sent someone to send her back, Su Wanqing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed weakly in Qiuxiang's soft mattress.

She knew that the emperor was taboo to interfere in the affairs of the harem, but because of the friendship with Ruolan in the past, it was inconvenient to move at all, and after compromise, Su Wanqing could only knock on the side, she was not confident that she could interfere in the affairs of the previous dynasty for the time being.

At the partition, the piano pulled the bead curtain and walked in slowly, squatted in front of her and said, "Little master, the victorious father-in-law came over just now to deliver the decree, and the emperor will accompany you to dinner tonight." ”

"I see."

Huaqin frowned, thought for a moment and chose to tell her, "Little master, the emperor went to Zhongcui Palace just now, and he came out after being alone with the concubine for a while, although his face was not good, he didn't say anything. ”

"Concubine?" Su Wanqing couldn't help but clench her fists, she still remembered the last time the emperor had a long life, and the palace was afraid of the arrival of Murong Guifei.

"The little master has made a plan early, everyone in this palace knows that the relationship between the concubine and the emperor is a childhood sweetheart, and the status of the concubine in the emperor's heart is not ordinary." Huaqin lamented sadly.

Su Wanqing only felt that her mind was a mess, originally it was enough for her to ponder about the past of the Empress Dowager Zhou in the imperial mausoleum, but now Min Chongyi Yu Ruolan threw such a big thing to her, and even the concubine who was hiding in Zhongcui Palace also took action. She secretly felt that these things were interconnected, but she couldn't find a fit.

"You go and send a message to Deyuan and Xiaodong, I want to see Xiu Ze tonight."

Huaqin was stunned for a while, "The little master is confused, the emperor is going to come over for dinner tonight, what if you want to stay in Chengqian Palace?" ”

Su Wanqing is smart and exquisite, the army that conquered Rouran has begun to gather, and Song Kang, as the marshal, has also hurried to Ganzhou, the emperor naturally has to say something, either the distant woman lives alone in the Yangxin Palace, or goes to Yuhua Pavilion to visit Song Xintong, and will never stay in the Chengqian Palace.

Just after the unitary hour, the sun was dark, and the earth was gradually dyed orange. The hall also cooled down, Chunlan lit the stove, and the warmth spread in her limbs. The emperor was satisfied with her and sat in the circle chair reading poetry, and the two of them sometimes had different opinions, and Su Wanqing's in-depth analysis and analysis became more and more imprinted in his heart.

"Hearing the official army to collect the river. Nanhe. North. Su Wanqing deliberately turned to this page, "Most of Du Zimei's poems are worried about the country and the people, and there are few such joyful works. This poem was written in the first year of Guangde, at the end of the Anshi Rebellion, Shi Chaoyi committed suicide, and the Tang army was invincible to recover many cities, which really had a sense of great happiness. ”

"Wan'er knows the history and the righteousness, which impresses me, so it seems that I don't know you yet." The emperor stroked the hair scattered from her sideburns, touching the delicate skin slightly, and he couldn't help himself.

"My father loves literature and history, but my brother is not interested, so he has no choice but to talk to me every day. It is said that the Jibei in this poem is today's Jizhou, which is not very far from the capital. She pretended not to say it, but kept raising her eyelids to look at the emperor's expression.

The emperor smiled, "Naturally, it's not far away. Hey? Don't you know? Min Chongyi is a native of Jizhou. ”

Su Wanqing said "um" suspiciously, and then scratched the back of her head and smiled embarrassedly, "Sister Ruolan said that the concubines are not good at brains and don't remember clearly." A few days ago, Sister Ruolan also wanted to invite her family to accompany her in the palace. ”

The emperor took the collection of poems from her hand and said sourly, "You are sisterly and even famous?" She is jealous of you, but my palace is not a casual entry and exit of relatives, not to mention that her father is now also a food organizer, so he is busy and has no time. ”

"Raising food? Is it for the Northern Xinjiang Combat Army? But the concubine heard that the land in Hedong is full of saline-alkali wind and sand, and the output can barely sustain the local people for three meals, and the surplus grain is insufficient, how can she supply so much? ”

Yu Wenche sneered, "You are a boudoir woman, where did you hear about it?" ”

Su Wanqing snorted angrily and turned his face away, "The concubine entered Beijing from Jinan Mansion, and passed through Hedong Road in the spring, and the people there said so. The emperor didn't believe it, so he went to inquire, the concubine never talked nonsense! ”

The willow she planted with her heart successfully attracted the attention of the emperor, and Yuwen Che was determined to be a Kuanggu Mingjun, and he must bow down to everything, but he always had to refer to the opinions of the ministers. Last year's autumn harvest, Hedong, Jizhou, and other places submitted reports one after another, boasting about grain reserves in Haikou. If it is really as Su Wanqing said, the grain reserves are not rich, then won't it delay the march and fight?