Three days later, the emperor personally visited him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Protected by the Imperial Guards on the inside and outside of the three layers, the golden dragon carriage drove into the Tongluo Alley of the Snow Wall Uva until a pair of stone lions in front of the red gate of the British Princess. When the magnates of the various provinces saw the black-armored royal forest army on the left and right holding the towering silver spears, they had already retreated to the side, waiting for the emperor to get out of the car.

Jin Huang's gauze curtain was lifted, Yan Su jumped down quickly, and then stretched out his hand to catch the warm and powerful, with the carved palm of the years, Gao Zhen only wore a dark blue straight embellished, a hosta, and a golden dragon jade pendant. It's like an ordinary grandfather. He waved his hand to the clan and important ministers next to him, signaling that there was no need to bow down. Head straight to the main entrance of the British Mansion. Yan Su followed.

The British government had already heard about it and rushed to greet it. Murong Yong has two sons, one is the son Murong Bang, who has exactly the same temper as the young Murong Yong, and Long Tengwei commands the envoy, with a hot and straightforward temper. The second son, Murong Lang, served as the supervisor of the country, a typical scholar. Princess Shang Deqing.

The three of them stood at the door of the main entrance. Seeing the emperor coming in a hurry, he was busy saluting.

Gao Zhen waved his hand and stepped into the threshold as if he were flying. Seeing the woman next to him, he sighed, stepped forward and patted Princess Deqing who was holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, the eldest princess, his first child, naturally more attentive. Since childhood, he has been cautious in his words and deeds, and married into the British government, which is also a father and son, and husband and wife respect each other like guests. Now that I encounter this kind of thing, I think it's sad. After all, Murong Yong is also like her own daughter.

"Don't cry, well, it's not good to cry and wear makeup." Gao Zhen said softly.

"Yes, Imperial Father." Princess Deqing bowed her head with tears in her eyes.

"Let's go rest for a while." Gao Zhen said, he said to Murong Bang and Murong Lang, "You guys are busy with you, I'll go see the British duke." Don't bother us. Gao Zhen took care of himself and walked around the rockery of the old vine at the door and walked towards the wing room in the front yard. Yan Su followed Gao Zhen closely.

She felt an oppressive gaze behind her, and she lowered her eyes. In the situation just now, I believe that few people have an impression of her, and most people must ignore her. Only Murong Bang, the prince of the world, shot her tightly with his eagle eye when she jumped out of the carriage. Yan Su smiled gently, and his smile hid coldness and treachery.

Walking through the corridor at the west bottom, there was no one here, thinking that he had been driven away, and walked into the main room at the end of the corridor with great familiarity. Inside, only Murong Yong sat upright on the bed. He looked weak, but his eyes were shining.

"Weichen greets the saint."

Hearing the voice of the British public, I thought about it, probably this brave and warlike general in the past, really sunset. Full of helplessness and exhaustion.

Gao Zhen's face was expressionless, and he stood in the doorway, standing stiff and stiff like that. But anyone could perceive the choking sound in his throat. Murong Yong is several years older than him, he is also a brother and an elder, he is his best companion, and his friend who will always support him in his most difficult times, is this like this now?

"Murong ...... Rest, England. Don't worry about government affairs anymore, your body matters. ”

Gao Zhen repeatedly told himself that this was for Murong Yong's good, which could not stop another voice in his body from saying indifferently, this is to deprive his friend of his military power, this is to prevent him from going to court, this is revenge!

Not only did he think so, Yan Su looked at him in surprise.

Murong Yong's face turned pale and smiled. He got out of bed and fell to the ground prostrately, moving slowly and resolutely, "Murong Yong thanks the Holy Grace. "Between loyal ministers and villains, the emperor will always choose to sacrifice one, even if he does things for the emperor without regrets.

"You have a good rest."

In the shouting of long live and the mountain cry of thanking the Holy Grace, Gao Zhen seemed to flee and walked out of the British mansion quickly. He clutched Yan Su's arm tightly, Yan Su lowered his head, and helped him into the car. Everything was silent after the golden gauze curtain hung down.

Yan Su thought about the meaning of Murong Yong's last glance, what was he thinking, but regretted it?

Will such a great hero who stands up to the sky and the earth also disappear?

With the grunting wheels rolling, the luxurious and wide carriage turned around and returned to the imperial city that imprisoned people's hearts forever along the unchanging road. Between people's hearts, there is always a city separated by a city, called suspicion.

At the end of September, Empress Zhang's health gradually improved, and for the order of the harem, Emperor Ye transferred the power of the six palaces to Empress Zhang. Empress Zhang took care of the chores of the harem again and took over the matter of the fourth prince Xuan Wang taking the side concubine. As the middle palace, the prince's side concubine is going to be on the jade plate, and she must handle it herself. On the other hand, Rong Wu, the eldest aunt, in order to uphold the queen's will, purge the palace rules, and severely punish those who violate the palace rules up and down. Among them, Han Xuan was involved. She went out of the palace more than three times in a row, without reporting, without auditing, and without permission, which was punished by capital punishment when Taizu enforced the palace rules most severely.

For this reason, Yan Su did not waste a lot of brains to rescue Han Xuan from Aunt Rongwu's harsh men.

When I stepped into Yuankun Palace again, it was already the beginning of October. Compared with the conscientiousness of the newcomer, Yan Su at this time has a comfortable and simple and arrogant temperament. Sitting on the first Nanmu chair on the left, she leaned back against the back of the chair engraved with plum blossoms, and slowly tasted the oolong tea and mung bean cake served by the palace maids.

From the time she entered the palace, her favorite was mung bean cake, sprinkled with some almond crumbs, which smelled more fragrant.

In less than two years, the daughter of a foreign tribe who used to be low and groveling. has become a celebrity around the saint, second only to the eunuch of Yueya. Rong Wu walked out of the lacquer flower door of the corridor in the right room, and she carefully looked at the words that were illuminated by the glory of the early morning, calmly and slowly. Seeing her, he got busy, shrunk his hands under the wide sleeves, and bowed his head with a smile.

"Hello Auntie."

The voice is soft and lingering on the tip of the tongue, as if giving people a false sense that you are her most precious person.

Rong Wu stroked his tightly tied bun. Her smile was also polite, but there was unconsciously superiority in her voice, "How can Yanshang Palace be free?" Her bright eyes widened, "Is there any indication from the Holy One?" ”

You must know that the will that the saint intends to give to the harem is all conveyed through words, and sometimes the saint is tired, and the ligatures are all ghostwritten by words. Rong Wu was a little uneasy, the girl in front of her was too powerful, and she could sit in her current position through the position of a female official. The palace maids who used to oppose her were all rectified by her, silently, if she hadn't rectified the palace rules this time, I am afraid she would not have found out.

Yan Su smiled implicitly, she folded her hands and bowed solemnly, "It's funny, aunt, Su is just here to ask my aunt for help." The saint also meant to let me see the queen mother. ”

She naturally knew that Rong Wu was jealous of her, but she behaved humbly, believing that no one could find her fault.

Rong Wu's face tightened, and he said coldly, "Niangniang has fallen asleep, let's talk about anything in Yanshang Palace." ”

Since the queen lingered on the sickbed, they couldn't sleep all day long, for fear that the mother would have an accident.

Yan Su didn't care, and there was no change on her smiling face, "Knowing that Niangniang's health is healthy, there is always a trace of breath in Su's nervous heart." She paused and said with a smile, "As for this favor, I'm sure my aunt will definitely help." ”

Her blooming smile, brilliant and sincere, makes people feel so bright.

Rong Wu only felt that there was only a misty light left in his pupils. Her smile was deeply dazzling.

Half a moment later, Yan Su walked out of Yuankun Palace with a smile. Stepping on the palace road, her cracked smile became bigger and bigger, but around the corner, the smile stopped abruptly.

The purple gold crown shone with dazzling light, and Gao Shu carried the hem of the prince's court robe with a white embroidered sea dragon, and walked up the left stone steps of the cloud platform, which were only two or three steps, very narrow. Gao Shu and Yan Su almost squeezed their bodies and passed by. The cold touch of the white pearl was like the swear words of the high cardinal like an icy rainstorm.

She thought that Gao Shu was going to scold her for being shameless, but he just stared at her expressionlessly, and then staggered by. Didn't say anything.

Yan Su was a little stunned. came back to his senses, cursed himself fiercely, did he owe a beating, did he rush to be scolded by others. She hurried away. Han Xuan is still locked up in the scripture pavilion to copy books.

In the main hall of Yuankun Palace, the silence was terrifying, and two palace maids knelt on the left and right, lifting the red gauze curtain for Rong Wu who came in.

Zhang Hou lay horizontally on the couch.