In Deokshou Palace, the imperial palace of Lin'an City, almost every room is brightly lit, except for one room that even palace maids rarely enter on weekdays, and it is still dark at the moment.

The mountain wind blowing from the Phoenix Mountain in the west swayed the Sheephorn Palace lamp, which was now almost completely replaced, making the entire somewhat gloomy and dignified Deshou Palace less gloomy for a while.

Wang Lun stood motionless outside the dark room, since he handed over the secret letter to the Heavenly Family intact, it had been almost two hours, and the Heavenly Family was still in the silent and dark room, only occasionally there was a slight sigh.

Just when Wang Lun continued to stand motionless at the door like an old monk, a slow footstep sounded inside, which instantly made Wang Lun open his eyes, and his waist, which was originally slightly bent, bent down again.

The moment he turned his head, Zhao Gou had already opened the door himself and walked out of the dark room, without even Wang Lun's help, Zhao Gou personally closed the door slowly: "Accompany me for a walk." ”

"Yes." Wang Lun hurriedly bowed down and said, and then walked two steps to the corner of the palace, and a sheep's horn lantern with a soft light was held by Wang Lun.

Passing through the Feilai Peak in Deshou Palace, bypassing the small West Lake named by Zhao Gou himself, the two of them seemed to walk around at will without any purpose, but after a while, Zhao Gou took Wang Lun and appeared in Jiangtai Mountain.

Wang Lun, who was following behind Zhao Gou, watched Zhao Gou continue to move forward, standing in the only flat and empty place in Jiangtai Mountain, like the size of a football field, turned around and looked at the brightly lit palace behind him, and continued to walk forward.

Wang Lun, who was holding a sheep's horn lantern, hurriedly followed, and finally stopped with Zhao Gou at a raised hill in front of Jiangtai Mountain and a place where more than a dozen stalagmites were standing.

As the lantern approached, Zhao Gou stretched out a thin palm with old age spots, and gently stroked the red handwriting on the stalagmite in the middle: Dianjiangtai.

"What's wrong with Ye Qing?" Zhao Gou's fingers wandered back and forth along the gesture of the pointer, and asked lightly.

"Back to the emperor, he has gone to the Imperial City Division, although it can't be said that no one is difficult for him, but fortunately, he has already retreated, and I heard that he was injured in the Imperial City Division two days ago, but it is no big problem." Wang Lun's lantern moved as much as possible with Zhao Gou's fingers, trying to make the vermilion dot Jiangtai three characters, under the illumination of the light, can appear bright as blood, and finally with a hint of killing!

"The Imperial City Division is completely rotten, it seems that Tang Siwei has aged too quickly in the past two years, and he still regards me as the me of the year." Zhao Gou sighed and raised his head, under the starry sky, people looked extremely small, as if even the Phoenix Mountain, which was slightly majestic on weekdays, had become as small as dust.

"Long Dayuan came here today, but he didn't come to the Tang Mansion without notifying the slave and maid directly." Wang Lun lowered his head, every time he came out of that study, the heavenly family would not be in a good mood, so this also made him more and more cautious when serving.

"It's time to straighten things out. But there is no suitable candidate, Yan'er wants to work hard, but whether it is the Battle of the Northern Expedition or the Battle of Jiankang, the Imperial City Division has not come in any use at all, and now it has become a mess, which is difficult. Zhao Gou just sat down on a stone pier and waved his hand to Wang Lun, who wanted to remind him of the heavy dew in the night, indicating that it didn't matter.

Then he continued to stare at the bright red dot general, and said after a while: "If the Imperial City Division full of forbidden troops wants to rectify, it should be led by a person who is not in peace and not fighting...... When it comes to use, it turns out to be useless. By the way, what do you think of Ye Qing? ”

"Back to the emperor's words, the slave and maid can't see it for the time being, but when the West Lake talked about it, the slave and maid ...... Slaves....... ”

"But it doesn't matter, it's just me and you here, what are you afraid of?" Zhao Gou's face was deep, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed a pair of eyes, even under the illumination of the lantern, he looked a little sad and helpless.

"Yes. The slave maid felt that Ye Qing's remarks in the West Lake were in line with the emperor's candidate, his position was not in harmony or war, but he was not afraid of war or cowardice, but he didn't know what his other abilities were and whether he had ambitions. Wang Lun said cautiously as he carefully considered his words.

"But you have a hand in killing, don't you?" Zhao Gou showed a rare knowing smile, Wang Huai, the left minister, and Liang Kejia of the Criminal Department had been summoned to the palace by him for questioning.

And the two of them have also seen the corpses of the eight golden people who were killed by Ye Qing, based on the judgment of the Liang Kejia of the Criminal Department, and the judgment of Wang Huai, the main battle general, after seeing the corpses of the eight golden people, judging from the method of killing, they are full of praise, which also gives Zhao Gou a trace of confidence in Ye Qing.

Looking at Wang Lun's speechless appearance, Zhao Gou once again let out a knowing smile, habitually patted his knees and said: "I know what you are worried about, worried that the generals are too barbaric, and it will be difficult to clean up once they sit big, but the Imperial City Division is not a military general who holds military power, not to mention that my Great Song Dynasty has always been a Wen commander, so I don't have to worry too much." ”

"The slave is deeply afraid that this Ye Qing has failed the Emperor Taishang's painstaking efforts, if this person only knows how to kill, I am afraid that it will be difficult to meet your expectations and live up to the holy will." Wang Lun didn't shake his head to deny Zhao Gou's guessing of the worries in his heart, nor did he nod in agreement.

"The eunuch can't hold the post, otherwise, I am most optimistic about you, but it doesn't matter, if Ye Qing can do it, you Wang Lunduo will carry some from the side in the future." I can help Yan'er to be the emperor of my Great Song Dynasty, can't I support a person to be the commander of the Imperial City Division? Find an old house in Lin'an City tomorrow, and let that Ye Qing come over and see me again in person. Zhao Gou said that in the end, the thin palm slapped heavily on the three blood-red words of Dianjiangtai.

"Yes, the Emperor." Wang Lun got up with Zhao Gou, bent over and turned his head, his eyes still quickly glanced at the three words of Jiangtai, as if the blood-red color was seeping out of the stalagmites, with a hint of crimson beauty, a killing intent was slowly flowing.

For Zhao Gou in front of Wang Lun, there seems to be a trace of cold and loneliness in the palace, but the Lin'an City Night Market outside the palace is still in full swing at the moment, and the crowd is noisy.

"Do you like to eat this bloody soup?" Yan Qingcheng looked at the bowl of bright red belly soup in front of Ye Qing's eyes, and he ate it all into his stomach in two bites, and asked with some unacceptability.

"Hungry, what else to eat? How do I know that you have a problem with Bai Chun, you don't like mutton. Ye Qing wiped his mouth, and finally felt that his stomach was more comfortable.

The people take food as the sky, this sentence seems to be true, as long as the people can eat their stomachs, no one will rebel, most of them have been this truth throughout the ages.

But fortunately, there are not many people rioting in the Southern Song Dynasty now, but I heard that many people in the north are rioting, and they have been fighting guerrilla warfare with the Jin State.

"Bai Chun doesn't like the smell of mutton either?" Yan Chengcheng is no longer strange now, why Ye Qing keeps calling Bai Chun by his name, instead of calling his sister-in-law.

The grievances that happened between Ye Qing, Bai Chun and Fan Niande in West Lake that day have more or less made Yan Qingcheng understand that in fact, between Bai Chun and Ye Qing, strictly speaking, it can be said that there is no relationship at all, after all, marriage is not marriage.

However, such a conclusion made Yan Tingcheng feel a little uncomfortable and ...... is jealous, and always thinks that between Ye Qing and Bai Chun, it is not as simple as others see.

But helplessly, she herself is not Ye Qing now, even if she just received Ye Qing's nine roses, which are interpreted as representing long-term roses, it can't mean anything, it can only mean that now it's just that the two of them have the same mind.

As for the two of them wanting to develop further, it naturally depends on Yan Hongyuan's meaning, and naturally they still want to ...... Bai Chun, the eldest sister-in-law, is like a mother, and it is right to go to Yanfu to propose marriage for Ye Qing.

Can Bai Chun go to his house to propose to his father? Yan Tingcheng felt that this matter didn't seem to be realistic, would Bai Chun be willing? Yan Qingcheng has no bottom in his heart, and similarly, Ye Qing has no bottom in his heart.

Seeing that the bowl in front of Ye Qing was taken away, Yan Qingcheng put on a smile that was so sweet that it was enough to bring disaster to the country and the people, and sat at the table with his chin in one hand, while looking at the roses in his other hand, and then suddenly remembered something, his eyes dimmed and said: "By the way, I will go to Sizhou in a few days, and the business there will have to pass every few days, and if you calculate the time, it should be about the same." ”

"Sizhou? It shouldn't be that far, right? Ye Qing frowned, looked at Yan Qingcheng, who was a little reluctant, as if he didn't want to go, and asked.

"Thousands of miles away, you say it's not far?" Yan Qingcheng looked at Ye Qing's eyes and smiled sweetly.

You'er on the side didn't know why, looking at the happy appearance of the young lady's little daughter, she actually got goosebumps, while Li Heng and Liang Xing wiped their mouths and told Ye Qing in a low voice that they were waiting over there, and they really couldn't stand the sweet eyes of the two of them.

With the latter awakening, after being threatened by Ye Qing several times with his eyes in succession, he finally pouted, glanced at Yan Tingcheng, who was holding back a shy smile, got up and left the table, and chased after the backs of Li Heng and Liang Xing.

"Will the bow and crossbow you have been given now be used? Do you want me to teach you someday? Ye Qing sat opposite Yan Tingcheng, and when You'er got up to leave, someone began to rub the bench, and unconsciously rubbed to Yan Tingcheng's right hand, which was where You'er was sitting just now.

"Hmm." After everyone left, when Yan Qingcheng faced Ye Qing alone again, his expression was a little nervous and shy, and after lowering his head and muttering, he suddenly felt that his right hand was held in the palm of his hand, and he hurriedly raised his head and looked at Ye Qing in shock, and said coquettishly: "Hey, what are you doing, let go, someone will see it." ”

Yan Qingcheng's snow-white cheeks instantly flushed, and even the roots of his ears were feverish at the moment, and he tried hard to break free and get his hands back, but he was held by others, and then the two hands were connected from the table to the table below.

"Let it go." Yan Qingcheng whispered, but the hand that was held was reluctant to be withdrawn again, allowing Ye Qing to hold the little hand, a heart was nervous and sweet, afraid of being seen, and wanted to keep it like this, and he would always be holding his hand and not letting go.