Luo Zhaoyun followed the holy drive, from the Daxing Hall to the harem forest garden, here everywhere the palace pavilion platform, golden splendor, the garden is exquisite and beautiful, the small bridge flowing water, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, although it has reached the late autumn, but here the sycamore is deep, the bamboo is lush, all kinds of autumn flower beds and potted plants, still the scenery is beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Guang, escorted by palace maids, eunuchs, and guards, opened his umbrella cover, and drove back to Anren Palace.

Qianniu is prepared and guards with knives are guarding outside the palace, and only a few personal guards are qualified to follow up in the palace, which are all knowledgeable and absolutely loyal guards, born in a noble family, only qualified to stand beside the emperor as a personal guard, and the warriors of the cold door have no chance at all.

The palace is golden and jade, the painting screen is leisurely, the dazzling is full of dazzling, the porcelain is elegant, the ground is the high-grade felt of the Western Regions tribute, walk on it, the texture is very good, the palace maid and the eunuch stand in a good position, like a statue, dare not move at will.

On the soft collapse seat, there is a mother and daughter, who are Queen Xiao and the little princess Yang Caiyu.

After Yang Guang sat down, Luo Zhaoyun was summoned in and bowed to His Majesty and the Empress.

"No courtesy, get up" Yang Guang looked indifferent, and waved his hand to let Luo Zhaoyun get up.

At this moment, Luo Zhaoyun didn't know what it meant that he was called to the inner palace alone, but there were no guards eyeing him here, and there were no heavy killing opportunities, so it should be a blessing rather than a curse.

After he got up, he glanced up at Yang Guang, so close to Emperor Yang of Sui, Luo Zhaoyun's heart was also full of mixed feelings, from the wild history, Yang Guang was a murderer of his father and brother, absurd, so happy, tyrannical, faint and faint; However, he came into contact with it a few times and found that Yang Guang, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty, still had certain political skills and even ideals and ambitions.

"Luo Cheng, this time I have made you enter the palace alone, firstly, you have made a great contribution, and you have repeatedly shared your worries for me, and you should be treated as a special favor, and secondly, the queen and princess also want to see you, reminisce about the past, after all, you saved the safety of the prince and princess last time, it is the time when the court is turbulent, and it is not appropriate to reward you too obviously, so this time I brought you into the palace, I also want to give a look to the civil and military officials, I attach great importance to talents!" Yang Guang said it in an orderly manner, which can be regarded as solving Luo Zhaoyun's confusion.

Luo Zhaoyun nodded, understood the matter of entering the palace this time, felt a lot more at ease, and hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty Lao and the queen are worried about Weichen, I am flattered and grateful." ”

"And me? Why don't you thank me, I want to see you too. The little princess teased from the side.

When she doesn't speak, she is gentle and elegant, quiet as jade, and when she opens her mouth, she is lively and cute, playful and smart.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled slightly and said, "Weichen has also thanked the princess for her concern and concern." ”

Eleven-year-old Yang Caiyu, with a slender figure, has already begun to look like a beautiful embryo, and also knows the difference between men and women, the man she misses day and night laughs, and her cheeks are flushed uncompromisingly, and she is a little ashamed.

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruo's mother, Queen Xiao's careful thinking about her daughter can still be touched, so she smiled and said: "General Luo is not serious, she is just naughty, thank her for what she has done, if you really want to thank her, she will also thank you for saving your life." ”

Luo Zhaoyun humbly replied: "Protecting the princess's safety is the responsibility of the last general, and I don't dare to ask for credit." ”

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty and Empress Xiao both nodded slightly, and they were quite satisfied with Luo Cheng's answers.

"Throne!"

"Whoa!" A eunuch brought a soft seat and sat down for Luo Zhaoyun.

In the Sui and Tang dynasties, there was still a pattern of "sitting to discuss the Tao", that is, when the king met with his courtiers in private, he would often give the courtiers seats, so that they could sit up and talk, which was called sitting to discuss the Tao. When Zhao Kuangyin arrived in the Northern Song Dynasty, after a glass of wine released the military power, when he asked the ministers to enter the palace to talk about things, he gradually removed the chairs and let the ministers stand and reply, which evolved into "standing to talk about the road", which was the case until the Ming Dynasty.

When the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the ministers of the Qing Dynasty were "kneeling to talk about the Tao", kneeling to talk to the king, kneeling and waiting for the end of the conversation to leave the palace from the beginning of entering the palace, which also showed the strengthening of imperial power from the side, as well as the decline of the status of scholars and doctors, and the gradual loss of the dignity of the scholars.

After talking for a while, Yang Guang suddenly asked: "This expedition, I have been going for more than three months, have you written any poems?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun's heart trembled, he couldn't guess what Yang Guang meant, last time he saw Yang Guang's jealousy, this emperor boasted that the Sui Dynasty had the highest literary talent, but the literati respected by the scholars was Xue Daoheng, so Yang Guang was favored by Xue Daoheng, and he was a little jealous.

"Weichen is dull, in the past six months, there has been no inspiration, and I don't usually do poetry."

"Is this really the case, the last time Yang Gong entered the palace, he told me about this expedition, and he also wrote a few poems in person, let me judge, among the three poems I read, I only valued one, but Yang Gong said that it was not his ......"

Luo Zhaoyun chuckled in his heart, could it be that he recited the song of the night to recruit people to look at their hometown?

"Weichen, it seems that he only made one song, it is just a pastime, and he has also talked about it with Yang Gong." He had to justify himself.

Yang Guang nodded slightly, and said softly: "The sand in front of the three military camps is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. It's not a bad song. ”

Luo Zhaoyun replied: "This song is exactly what Weichen wrote, and within three months, there is only this inspiration." ”

Queen Xiao and the little princess were silently savoring it on the side, both of them were talented girls who were proficient in poetry, and their eyes were constantly shining.

Yang Guang also realized that Luo Zhaoyun's all-round talent in civil and military affairs was so young that he could be made, so he had to reuse it in advance, serve him, cultivate cronies, and deal with the old forces of the Guanlong aristocracy, Emperor Yang of Sui suddenly asked again: "Your literary literacy is not shallow, you are very talented, I hope to share my worries." Recently, I have been thinking about how to expand the path of humble career, I wonder if you have any insights and thoughts on this? (To be continued.) )