Outside the palace, a group of men and horses hurried over.

The holy decree arrived, and it was directly conveyed to Lin Su, so that there was no way for the seed masters who pretended to be sick and did not go to court.

The holy decree demanded that Lin Su immediately enter the palace to face the saint.

I didn't even give him any more time.

Along the way, the eunuchs also bowed their heads and remained silent.

As people living in this forbidden house, they know very well when to speak and when not to speak.

Therefore, Lin Su asked several times why the saint announced his audience, but the eunuchs refused to speak.

It was clear that they knew what was going on, but no one dared to say it.

Walking all the way into the forbidden palace, Lin Sulu was also thinking about the battle between the old and new emperors, and where he was going.

As the seed master said, he has unconsciously entered the core position of the struggle for power.

If there is a slight mistake, it will be crushed.

"Uncle Founder, meet you!"

led Lin Su all the way to the imperial study.

If you can come here to see the emperor, I am afraid that only the first-class and second-grade officials are qualified.

After all, this kind of private place is considered the privacy of Song Qinzong.

Lin Su stepped into it, turned over and knelt down.

"See the Holy One!"

Seeing Lin Su coming, Song Qinzong stopped writing in his hand.

"Uncle Founding Father, how about taking a look at this painting of mine?"

Song Qinzong's face was cordial, without the appearance of an emperor.

Only then did Lin Su get up and come to the Dragon Book case.

I saw that on the rice paper, several cursive characters with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing jumped on the paper.

"Holy Lord, the minister doesn't dare to say it."

After glancing at a few words, Lin Su took a step back.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

Lin Su's letter is still on the desk, which is enough to prove Song Qinzong's liking.

"The words on the saint, in the wild, but lack of freehand, this point of horizontal, a slight setback, I am afraid that this mood is disturbed, it is difficult to sway."

With the ability of a book saint like Wang Xizhi, Lin Su has a special opinion on this word.

"Those who understand me, the founder of the country, I am very troubled."

Song Qinzong nodded, reached out and crumpled the rice paper into a ball and discarded it aside.

Looking at the mountain of waste paper, it seems that he has been very upset these days.

In this regard, Lin Su was silent.

Routine.

Naked routines.

Obviously, this is digging a hole for yourself.

He didn't go any further.

"Uncle Founder, will you see a doctor?"

Song Qinzong paused for a moment, waiting for Lin Su to ask, so he could go down.

But he stood aside silently, and he could only change the topic.

"Minister...... I know a little bit about ......."

Originally, he thought that he was going to talk to himself about the dispute between the old and new emperors.

But this twist is not a bit blunt.

"Emperor Shunde said that you can cure her headache, so I announced that you will meet her, you go to see Emperor Ji's illness first, and then come to the Imperial Garden to see me!"

Song Qinzong nodded, and in a distraught state, he grabbed the pen again.

But after hesitating for a long time, he put it down again.

"Yes!"

It turned out that Zhao Yingluo used this trick to attract herself.

Lin Su could only give a deep salute, and then withdrew from the imperial study.

There was a eunuch outside, leading Lin Su all the way to Shunde Palace.

This is the palace of Emperor Zhao Yingluo of Shunde.

The whole palace is not very large, but the garden is extraordinarily elegant.

followed the palace maid all the way into the hall, and saw Zhao Yingluo running out.

"Your Royal Highness, don't you have a headache?"

Looking at the lively Zhao Yingluo, Lin Su was a little speechless.

At the very least, a little camouflage.

"If this palace doesn't say this, how can the imperial brother let you come to see me, and the headache in this palace is not an external disease, but a heart disease."

Zhao Yingluo pouted, with a melancholy expression.

Hearing this, Lin Su still kept silent.

"Why don't you ask what this heart disease is?"

Sure enough, they are brothers and sisters, and they are all exactly the same.

"The saint also asked so just now, and Weichen didn't dare to talk nonsense."

Lin Su naturally understood why in his heart.

That's when a fool would ask.

"Can you not take a bite of a micro-minister, listen to it so bluntly, from now on, when there is no one else, between you and me, you and I don't need this palace and Weichen, just use you and me, as friends, okay?"

Zhao Yingluo felt Lin Su's rejection, and her eyes rolled to her heart.

"Okay, let's talk first, my friend is a little unpleasant, if you don't get used to it, you can change it back."

Originally, Zhao Yingluo thought that Lin Su would refuse, but she didn't want him to agree.

"It's decided, no need to change."

Zhao Yingluo is very happy, at least this feeling, the relationship between the two is closer.

"Princess, what troubles do you have, tell me about it?"

Lin Su knew that it was unlikely that he would not express his position today.

Whether it is now, or when he meets Song Qinzong, he can't escape.

"My father is coming back, and I heard from the emperor that my father has secretly sent someone to contact the ministers of the court and let the emperor return the throne to him, and now there is chaos in the court, and the emperor is also worried about this matter, didn't he tell you?"

Zhao Yingluo took Lin Su and strolled through the garden.

Xiumi asked tightly.

"The Holy One wanted to say, but I didn't take the stubble, so the Holy One asked me to come to see you."

Lin Su's words made Zhao Yingluo puff and laugh out loud.

"You are so bold, you know what the imperial brother is going to say, but you dare to pretend to be confused."

He also pretended to be confused in the Lin Mansion this morning, and he couldn't imagine that he could still pretend when he entered the palace.

originally thought that he was so showy, and he would know everything at this time.

Who would have thought that he would fish in troubled waters.

"It's not that I'm willing to pretend to be confused, this is a royal matter, and it's a father-son dispute, as a courtier, how can I speculate about this kind of thing at will, if I have to tell a lie, it's better not to say it, besides, don't you think that whatever I say is wrong?"

Lin Su shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Why is it all wrong?"

Zhao Yingluo asked curiously.

"The dispute between father and son, if I say to the saint that I want to return the throne to the emperor, the saint will be dissatisfied, and if I don't get it right, my life will be gone, but if I say that if I don't return to the throne, there will be disputes in the future, and I will not carry the black cauldron, and I will be dismissed at least and lose my head at worst, so of course it is best not to say it."

Lin Su's words made Zhao Yingluo nod.

And it did.

"Then since you and I are friends, can you tell me, what do you think?"

Zhao Yingluo really wanted to know what Lin Su thought.

"To be honest, I really didn't think about anything, the struggle for power is meaningless to me, after all, Jin Bing will make a comeback at any time, and then this throne will become a hot potato, fighting back and forth, and in the end it will still be a bamboo basket to draw water."

Lin Su thought about it for a moment and said with a wry smile.

Now it should be unanimous to the outside world.

But why did these two emperors start to seize power again.

"What if you have to choose one?"

Zhao Yingluo has a kind of meaning of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"I choose...... New Emperor! ”

Lin Su's words made Zhao Yingluo's face cross a trace of joy.

Sure enough, he thought the same thing as himself.