The cold wind is blowing, and the palace lights are swaying.

As soon as it got dark, the imperial city closed at about nine o'clock, and there was plenty of time.

Xu Buling entered the palace just to go through the motions, and did not mean to have a long talk with the Queen Mother, and came out after a meal, maybe he could go to Xianzhaizhi to buy some rouge gouache.

It's not that he doesn't want to use it, this afternoon he felt that Mrs. Lu was not quite right, with Mrs. Lu's craftsmanship, it was impossible to make such an ugly robe for him to wear, and he took it out before he was going to enter the palace to see the Queen Mother.

Although I don't understand the reason, judging from Xu Buling's experience, Mrs. Lu will definitely have to be quiet and resentful for several days afterwards, and I am afraid it will be difficult to get out if she does not prepare a little heart.

Thinking wildly, Xu Buling dismounted outside the imperial city, and there were already palace maids waiting outside the imperial city, with a chariot next to her.

Xu Buling handed over the horse to the palace gate guards, and was carried by the eunuch into the palace gate......

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The imperial city occupies one-fifth of Chang'an, and nearly 10,000 people are afraid that there are nearly 10,000 internal officials, palace maids, concubines, guards, etc. It is naturally impossible for the Queen Mother to live in the harem of Song Ji, and Changle Palace is located on the east side of the imperial city and is a separate palace complex, also known as the East Palace.

Changle Palace occupies a large area, but because the Queen Mother has no children, under the winter, there are some figures depressed.

Compared with the palace covered bridge like a female beast, a step with two or three palace maids seems very small, and from a distance, it is just a small dot moving slowly on the white stone avenue.

The tallest building in the imperial city is the Taihua Golden Palace, and on the eaves at the top of the Golden Palace, a thin old eunuch with his hands folded and half-squinted, like a beast carved on the roof of the Golden Palace, does not move at all.

After watching Bu Yuan enter the Yongle Palace, the old eunuch in the red robe disappeared silently at the top of the Golden Palace, and between a few ups and downs, he came to the outside of the imperial study of the Son of Heaven, and bowed slightly to the side figure that came out of the window:

"Holy Lord, the prince of King Su went to Yongle Palace."

The light in the imperial study is dim, only a green lamp is lit in front of the imperial table, and three incense sticks are burned under the portrait of a woman on the wall.

Song Ji, dressed in regular clothes, sat in front of the imperial case, looking at a poem manuscript in his hand, with a little tenderness in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

Hearing Jia's father-in-law's voice, Song Ji came back to his senses, put down the poem, and said flatly:

"Come on, come on, the queen mother has never been in charge of the Xiao family, and she doesn't know much about the current affairs of the court, maybe she has just stayed in the palace for a long time, and she wants to find someone to gossip about her ......"

Gonggong Jia nodded slowly, hesitated slightly, and said softly: "Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu have also stayed in the palace for a long time......"

It's also a kind reminder.

A few years ago, the queen died of illness, and Song Ji never established a queen, although there were two princes, but the birth of the mother concubine was not too good to be established, and she was considered a concubine. Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu were born in a prestigious family, and after giving birth to an heir, they could naturally canonize the crown prince and give the courtiers a reassurance, so as not to stare at the Manchu Dynasty civil and military cadres and do not know who to assist in the future.

It's a pity that Song Ji in the imperial study didn't tell Gonggong Jia to inform the two waiting concubines to sleep, and after a moment of silence, there was a sudden whisper:

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost...... At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears......"

Song Ji's voice was originally calm and heavy, but at this time, it had a bit of trill, and he couldn't hear the sound clearly until the end, leaving only a faint sigh.

Father-in-law Jia squinted slightly, he had been by the side of the Son of Heaven for many years, and he knew what Song Ji remembered, he was silent for a moment, and bowed down and sighed:

"Holy Lord, this word is unique in the world."

"yes......"

In the imperial study, Song Ji looked at the picture scroll on the wall with a calm face, tapped his fingers on the table, and was silent for a long time before continuing: "She used to like poetry, but it's a pity that my poetry is mediocre, and she often plays ......the piano to the cow."

Gonggong Jia shook his head: "The saint should be relaxed, the old slave has served three monarchs successively, and some things have been looked down on after a long time, huh...... This word is transcendent in the world, but there is a little more sadness between the lines, a bit of a small family, not like the big husband's ......"

This can be regarded as persuading Song Ji not to fall into the sorrow of losing his wife, as an emperor, he is a lonely person, how can he be nostalgic for Hongchen love.

It's just that there was silence for a moment in the imperial study, and Song Ji's voice sounded again:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. …… The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! …… This one, can it still be a little childish? ”

Father-in-law Jia was stunned for a moment, stood under the window and thought for a long time: "Lu should be the name of the horse, I have never heard of this good horse...... These two poems were written by one person? ”

"On a manuscript of poetry, I'm afraid yes, but no name was left behind...... These two words alone are worthy of the word 'talented', could it be that under my rule, there are still 'pearls covered in dust' in Chang'an City? ”

After Song Ji succeeded to the throne, he attached great importance to the cold family, otherwise he would not have let the Great Confucian hold a poetry meeting and personally appreciate the poems, it is difficult to get out in Chang'an City, but it is even more difficult to think of real skills.

Jia Gonggong thought about it for a while: "There are hundreds of thousands of households in Chang'an, and there are countless people from all over the world who come to Beijing to seek fame. Since this person has handed in the manuscript of the poem, there is no rumor in the market, and he wants to seek fame, waiting for the saint to open the golden mouth to find him...... Most of the high-ranking hermits are this shelf, if they come to the door by themselves, they feel that they have lowered their status, and most of the people who are really capable have to come to the door to ask for three or four times before they can go out of the mountain, otherwise how can they be called high-ranking people......"

Song Ji chuckled lightly and said indifferently: "Capable ministers and celebrities, how can I care about lowering my figure, I am afraid that this person has no poetic talent, but he has no real learning, which makes me happy." ”

Gonggong Jia shook his head slowly: "There are already allusions to the pole for the letter and the daughter to buy the bones of the horse, and the saint sincerely invites people who are truly talented and learned, and there will be people with great ambitions who are invited." ”

Song Ji pondered for a moment, but he was quite appreciative of this proposal, and said:

"However, after the court meeting disperses tomorrow, prepare a banquet to invite the ministers, and say that I have a good talent and a great joy, and then I have a good time, and then I have a good time, and then I have a good time, and he will scold me tomorrow for losing his mind, and he shouldn't make such a big fight for the sake of three poems, and his reputation will be scattered......"

Gonggong Jia bowed his head: "No! …… There are three poems? ”

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

"Hmm...... A few poems by this person show the 'depressed ambition' vividly, if it is really written by one person, his talent should not be underestimated, but he may be a little older......"

"Jiang Ziya is still old age, age is not a problem, I'm afraid he doesn't have real skills......"