Song Zhancheng only thought that Cheng Jingyun was thinking about pastries again, so he said, "Open the food box and take it yourself." ”

This sentence is like a pebble falling into the sea, and it does not stir up many waves. Song Zhancheng looked up and saw Cheng Jingyun and Qingming frolicking, frowning slightly, "If it's okay, go down." ”

When Foshan heard this, she immediately retired, Cheng Jingyun felt Song Zhancheng's emotions, and said generously, "I have something." ”

Song Zhancheng thought that she must have gotten another information in the bazaar, so he asked Qingming who was cleaning the bookcase to step down.

"What?"

Cheng Jingyun changed her hippie smile just now, "Yesterday, the prince appeared in Liyuan, and there were also strategists around him. ”

"Didn't I tell you not to act rashly?" Song Zhancheng, who was originally serious and obedient, suddenly turned cold, the dragon guards around the prince are all well-trained soldiers, and their reconnaissance ability is first-class, she is a weak woman, if her identity is known, she will not be able to eat good fruits.

After repeated instructions, this girl was never obedient.

"I've seen it, the prince should have sneaked out and didn't bring the dragon guard. They were waiting for Liu Ming in the pear orchard. I heard them talking, mentioning the name Yuan Qi. Cheng Jingyun retold the scene of the day in 1510, and also told the details of the quarrel between the two.

"Yuan Qi is a general, guarding the northwest. The war in the northwest was tight, and the battle was fought for three months, but there was no good news coming back for a long time. The father was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Although Song Zhancheng has been at home for several months, he knows everything about the affairs of the court, in fact, he has been paying attention to the movements of the court.

When it comes to Hengguo, he added, "I have no intention of offending, Hengguo's guerrilla tactics are a drain on the Wing Country, the other party's tactics are treacherous, and the northwest of the Wing Country has no good military strategy." ”

Cheng Jingyun nodded, that place happened to be the realm of King Beiliang, the sons of King Beiliang were immersed in the military camp since childhood, and they were very good at fighting. Although there are not many people in Hengguo to guard that place, they can block more because of their good command.

"I heard that Yuan Qike deducted his military salary."

Without waiting for Cheng Jingyun to finish speaking, Song Zhancheng interrupted her, "Yes, the northwest is a bottomless pit, if this is the case again, the people will soon resist." ”

Cheng Jingyun suddenly broke through the deadlock, and Song Zhancheng sneered, "If my guess is correct, the prince wants to negotiate with Yuan Qi to share some dividends." ”

"Yes." Cheng Jingyun felt the low pressure around Song Zhancheng, he was really concerned about the suffering of the people, and the person sitting in a high position closed his eyes and listened, choosing a selfish person who only cares about immediate interests. Song Zhancheng, a kind and virtuous prince, was free-range and suppressed. That's ridiculous.

Song Zhancheng clenched his back molars and began to moisten his pen. "I've got to write a letter over there."

"Are you crazy? You are recuperating at home, how do you know the situation in the northwest, do you want to tell the emperor that you are watching the sky at night and deducing that General Yuan will deduct military salaries? Cheng Jingyun disagreed, even though the emperor gave the prince a certain punishment, but there was no big punishment. There are many eyes and ears of the prince around, and even Song Zhancheng has the instructions of the princelings to recuperate.

If there is any errand at this time, Song Zhancheng will be labeled as a chaotic minister and thief, and all his efforts will be in vain.

"I can't just watch." Song Zhancheng's pen did not stop, he did not hesitate to put down the pen, and it didn't take long for the entire paper to be written.

Cheng Jingyun didn't stop it anymore, but said, "If there is a wise monarch like you in the Yiguo, the life of the people will be much better." ”

"Rise and fall like this, there are always people in pain." Song Zhancheng finished writing the letter, and he could see the vigor and strength through the back of the paper.

Cheng Jingyun was shocked, she didn't expect Song Zhancheng to have such an idea. Perhaps this is the reason why Song Zhancheng has not decided to fight for the throne for a long time, and he does not want to be the driving force that makes the people suffer. They all have the same desire for peace, stability.

"But you'll at least make most people happy." Cheng Jingyun firmly said that except for herself and her parents, she has never believed in a person so unconditionally. It turned out that she was not the only one on this road, but also Song Zhancheng.

The white dove flew into the distance, and it took the letter with it, and it also brought back the news.

There was a riot in the northwest, and the imperial court sent a new lieutenant general to suppress the mob, and after a long tug-of-war, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.

Song Zhancheng has always disliked extravagance and waste, even if the eldest princess came over as a guest, she still didn't hold a banquet. Song Zhaohua, who knew his younger brother's temperament, did not pay attention to the elaborate etiquette, and went to Ningxiang Pavilion as a guest first. Lanju is cold and deserted, and the height is immediately visible.

Song Zhancheng reviewed the copywriting in the study, and after his health improved, he immediately went to court, and due to the emperor's semi-decentralized state, some of the excerpts were directly transferred to him. Although more important things are handled by the prince, and what comes to him is a trivial matter that does not matter, Song Zhancheng still does not dare to slack off.

"Lord, the eldest princess has come to the palace." Qingming blessed his body and entered the house and said.

Hearing that the eldest sister was coming, Song Zhancheng raised his head and asked, "Where is it?" ”

"Back to the prince, the eldest princess is now in the Ning Xiang Pavilion."

Song Zhancheng frowned slightly, he had already planned to go over to talk to the eldest sister, but as soon as he heard that it was in the Ning Xiang Pavilion, he immediately lost interest. Now that he was inevitably nagged in the past, he hung his head again.

"Do you know where Buyun is?" Buyun no longer goes out to buy, there are few news channels, there is a riot in the northwest, and Song Zhancheng is trying to find her to sum up.

"The slave doesn't know, maybe she's afraid of someone." Qingming endured it for many days, and finally couldn't help but want to tell the prince that the reason was that Qingming went to look for Buyun in the morning, but was refused. She begged Buyun to go out many times, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the fireworks must be good-looking, Buyun still refuses in every way, she thought of the scene that night, and said it angrily.

Song Zhancheng didn't like to go around in circles the most, so he reassured Qingming and said boldly that he finally learned that Cheng Jingyun was made difficult by Ye Xushuang.

Today's palace has more servants and maids busy, even if there is no banquet, the meal cannot be sloppy. What's more, the eldest princess came to visit relatives today, and the small kitchen was very busy. Cheng Jingyun stood at the door and looked at the running maids, faintly sad in her heart.

Once upon a time, she was still the daughter of the Cheng family, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family was busy making moon cakes, and in the evening, Haohao Tang set a table outside, and no one accompanied her father to drink, so she accompanied her.

They didn't stop until they both drank and couldn't tell the direction. At this time, her mother would come out to dissuade her, blaming her father for taking her to drink. However, after learning medicine, she told her mother that drinking alcohol in moderation was good for her health, and the three of them laughed.

Compared with the past, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is a little more deserted, and she is left alone. The moon is as clean as ever, and the people who watch the moon have changed again and again.

The wind rose, Cheng Jingyun closed the doors and windows, and the eyes of the people who were blown by the wind were so sour.

In the study.

"The eldest princess is here." Foshan simply saluted and said hurriedly.

Song Zhancheng went out to greet him, and after not seeing the eldest sister for a few months, it seemed that he had cleared up a lot. Just as he was about to send his concern, he saw the person behind Song Zhaohua.

Why did she come too?

Song Zhancheng frowned, "I'll go change clothes first, you go to the lobby and wait for me first." As if he hadn't noticed Ye Xushuang's existence, he turned around and left after speaking.