Gathered in front of the special hot pot, the fiery red light shone on the faces of Han Xuan and Yan Su, and the gurgling soup pot bubbling sound, mixed with the crackling burning sound, was exceptionally warm on the night when the city was closed by heavy snow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wind and snow were blowing outside the window.

In the exquisite cabin, the two of them couldn't wait to eat the rich ingredients and fresh soup, and the hot temperature hit the cold stomachs of the two of them, and the soup was simmering.

Last year, Han Xuan returned to Shangshu Mansion for the New Year, but this year, he didn't go and stayed with Yan Su.

The warm current in Yanshu's heart burned.

That night, after Han Xuan got drunk, she slept in her bed, and the next morning, she did her own thing as if nothing had happened, as if it was an illusion of Yansu. Don't mention the prince again. When she gave up, who knew that she smiled and said, why did she give up? Yan Su didn't ask anymore.

"Gulang has been successfully excavated." While eating, Han Xuan suddenly said faintly.

"Ahem."

Yan Su choked, coughed a few times, and his face turned red.

It's not over yet, Han Xuan said slowly, "King Xian is about to return, you can be happy." ”

"It's quite ......" Yan Su subconsciously replied, before she finished speaking, she turned her head, squinted, and looked at Han Xuan, "What did you say?" ”

What does this mean?

Yan Su's face turned slightly pale.

Han Xuan took a small sip of the soup, didn't look at her, and was calm, "You haven't forgotten your oath, I haven't forgotten my oath, the rest, as usual." ”

Yan Su was speechless.

At this moment, she couldn't guess Han Xuan anymore.

"A lot of times, I try so hard to love someone, but in the end, I forget to say to him that I like it."

Han Xuan closed her eyes, and the firelight kissed her beautiful face and kissed her beautiful tears.

Holding the chopsticks, he was stunned. suddenly understood Han Xuan's sadness, he couldn't ask for it, how could he tell the pain of not being able to ask for it. was unwilling to give up, which doomed her to inner torment.

Han Xuan wanted to say something.

The knock on the door became louder and louder in the escaping silence, shattering Han Xuan's words.

"Come in." Yan Su wiped his mouth.

Guo Suo pushed the door in, glanced at Han Xuan, and frowned, "Master, I just received the news, the British ...... No more. ”

After saying this, Han Xuan glanced at each other, a little stunned.

"What?" Yan Su turned and stood up, "Be careful." ”

Today is the last day of annual leave, the third day of the new year. It stands to reason that this shouldn't be the case, Murong Yong's health is not so bad.

"It was Murong Shizi who came in person, saying that it was drenched in snow and water, and the imperial doctor had already gone, but I am afraid that it will not work, Princess Deqing fainted when she heard it, and Zhang Hou broke her most cherished luminous jade cup," Guo Suo said very carefully and cautiously, "It seems that he has lost his soul and has been sent back to Yuankun Palace." ”

"What about the Son of Heaven?" Words and questions.

Murong Yong is an important minister of the emperor, and the death of an important minister is not good news for the emperor.

Guo Suo lowered his eyes and said softly, "The Son of Heaven has locked himself in the Huagai Hall for half an hour. Today, the British government is overcrowded and has white sails. ”

Words were taken aback.

Very surprised, as early as before entering Beijing, she already knew that Murong Yong was not good, he lingered on the sickbed for nearly a year and a half, since the truth was revealed to the emperor, his body became worse and worse, and his body that was hollowed out in the early years declined rapidly. If it weren't for her words, and Gao Fan, Murong Yong would have died at home and wouldn't have come out.

"Although it is not as good as the king of Beiyi, he is indeed a hero." Han Xuan said quietly.

Yan Su pursed his lips.

With a few words, Murong Yong was said. has been under the king of Beiyi all his life, and it is inevitable that he will be unwilling. Now it's all gone, leaving only heroes alone.

"Has the Son of Heaven summoned me?" Yan Su asked.

"Yes." Goso replied.

Tomorrow at the latest, the name of Murong Yong will be decided.

Yan Su smoothed the cyan robe, tidied it up, and calmly stepped out of the attic and went to the Huagai Palace.

"The real storm is coming." Han Xuan sighed.

The flames were high and low, burning with unknown words, lighting up the treacherous storm.

The Huagai Hall is the place where the ancestral ancestral hall is enshrined in the palace, and the Zongren Mansion is different from the Zongren Palace, in the palace of Zhuang Mu Xuanang, only the tablets and portraits of the kings of the past dynasties are placed. In the cold and noble hall, the candle burns eternally, and it will never be extinguished.

As Yan Su opened the door, the thick benzoin came to his face, and as soon as he entered the canopy hall, Yan Su knelt and kowtowed.

"The ministers participated in the kings of the past dynasties, and I don't know what happened when the Son of Heaven summoned the ministers?"

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the person standing in front of me answering, so I could only wait.

The king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, and if you want to climb up, you must tie up the person who stands at the top, commonly known as hugging the thigh. She has no power, no talent, no interest, and will only be like those noble writers buried in the prison of the country, and let others be despised and despised by others. If she wants to live well, she must let Gao Zhen see her value.

She swore that one day, if she rose to the top, those people would pay the price they deserved. Now, you can only endure.

At this time, Murong Yong's death was expected by her, but sooner. Good news for her.

"What do you think of the death of the British duke."

The emperor suddenly spoke, tepidly.

Interrupting Yansu's train of thought, she said, "It is not good for the frontier, it is not good for the government, it is not good for the military power, and it is not good for the war in Shuomo." She glanced at Gao Zhen, "Yu, the Shen family, the Wang family is not good to suppress." ”

The last sentence is a little hesitant, but as a strategist, it is the most pertinent. And having said so much earlier, it is to set off the last sentence. has been in Hojing for more than two years, and Yan Su can be regarded as understanding the Tao, the Wang family is domineering and arrogant, and the marriage with the royal family Sujun Wang, the Shen family is powerful, don't look silent and silent, the foundation is thicker than anyone else. These two families, I am afraid that they are the source of the emperor's headache, the British prince has been favored over the years, in order to suppress the Wang family and the Shen family, and now Murong Yong is gone. These two are afraid that they are going to fight.

"See it through."

Sure enough, the emperor didn't blame her.

Yan Su said modestly, "The view of profit." ”

"How?" The Emperor asked nonchalantly.

Yan Su said, "It's a good time." ”

Others think that the situation will be chaotic, but she is a good time, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it is nonsense.

Gao Zhen smiled, "It's not good to be too smart." ”

With a slight edge, he smiled shyly, "Clever is only for the saint, only for the imperial power, what's wrong?" ”

The situation is not chaotic, you can't open the knife, the situation is not chaotic, how to fish in troubled waters? Ye Chao, who has been calm for too long, is rolling with thick black clouds, indescribable, there are always people who have to sacrifice to break this first sword, even if it is a British duke under one person. No matter how reluctant the emperor was to him, he had to deny that the benefits of his death outweighed the disadvantages.

"Hahahaha" the emperor laughed, "If you have the ability to get rid of Wu Hao, you will be the one who is the envoy of the government!" ”

Yan Su was overjoyed and bowed his head, "Thank you for your grace." ”

The smooth surface of the lake is broken like a mirror, and countless small fish will swim up, and countless big fish will wait for the intersection, ready to jump on the high dragon gate.

In the chaos, there are countless beautiful people who compete to swim and grab that bite of food.

Yan Su bowed and withdrew from the Huagai Palace.