Wen Futang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, let a subordinate official hold an umbrella for himself, looked at the people around him who were as flustered as headless flies, and said:

"Go and borrow an umbrella from the soldiers defending the city!"

Song Yiyao happened to hear this, and turned back with a smile, with heavy rain behind him. Every now and then a flash of lightning flashed.

"Lord Wen, you don't have to go, the city defenders have no umbrellas, I remember reminding you when I went to the court, there is rain in the afternoon today. Why did you still forget to bring an umbrella? ”

This, Qin Tianjian's words are usually listened to in reverse, who knows that this time it is approved, although the Ministry of Rites Shangshu thinks so in his heart, he refuses to show any dissatisfaction on his face.

This new champion has not been co-opted by any force, and the third prince favors him again, and he is a figure who must not be offended recently. But I couldn't swallow it.

"Since we didn't have umbrellas with us, we had to retreat to the city gate, so I bother Lord Song that you are waiting here."

His cloudy eyes turned around, and he didn't care about the rain, he shouted at Song Yiyao, and after speaking, he didn't care what Song Yiyao said, turned around and ran back with someone.

"My lord, let's go back and wait!" Shen Mo looked at the group of people and hid back, silently sighed in his heart, and persuaded.

Song Yiyao shook his head, she was the only one who came by order today, and it was obviously more comfortable here than the place where the resentment was so strong that the temperature dropped a lot.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and lightning bolts pierced through the dark clouds, followed by thunder.

The flags of the surrounding trees were whirring in the wind, and the temperature plummeted, and Shen Mo saw that his adult sneezed and hurriedly went back to get his cloak.

Song Yiyao was the only one standing in the rain, she stared into the distance as a lookout, ignoring the little ghosts in front of her who ran out to spread joy because of the torrential rain. Boredom waiting for the general Mingyuan who should have come and hadn't come yet.

The summer rain always comes and goes quickly. As the rain gradually subsided, Tang Jingruo and his party appeared in the sky on a horse with a slow umbrella.

The rain cleared the day, driving away the annoying stuffiness, and the air was filled with a calming freshness. A young man with no armor and only a slim white robe rode a horse.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, handsome and elegant, I saw him around the body, without a little gold and jade ornaments, plain and gentle, and the air should be the same.

Song Yiyao sighed heartily:

is really the person who has won the first place on the world's talent list for three consecutive years. A young magnate who is both civil and military, not to mention appearance, just in terms of this aura, looking at today's Da Zhou, which one can be compared? It doesn't look like a character who has fought on the battlefield!

After looking at it, Song Yiyao didn't dare to delay at all and stepped forward to greet him:

"Song Yiyao, the supervisor of Qintian, in the name of His Majesty, welcomes General Mingyuan back to Beijing!"

When he got closer, Tang Jingruo saw Song Yiyao, who was in charge of greeting him.

I saw that he was wearing an official robe, his height was not tall among men, some were too thin, and his black hair was tied with a white jade crown, probably because of the strong wind, a few locks of broken hair were scattered with the wind.

Obviously a casual person, his face is long but delicate, his eyes are big and bright, like a deer in the mountains and forests, the bridge of his nose is high but small, his complexion is fair, and his face is not as big as a palm. Maybe I had a cold, and I coughed from time to time, and my cheeks were red.

If it weren't for this official robe, anyone would believe that it is a young man who is not yet weakly crowned.

After staying in the barracks for a long time, Tang Jingruo almost subconsciously frowned when he saw this somewhat sick and weak champion at first glance.

Walking up, Tang Jingruo turned over and dismounted, holding back the strangeness in his heart, and was polite:

"Lord Song has worked hard, thank you Lord Song for just sending the umbrella!"

"It's a trivial matter, why worry about it."

Because he wanted to cough again, Song Yiyao hurriedly turned around and covered his mouth and waved his hand. I suppressed the cough alive.

Do you hate it so much? Why does this person look like he doesn't want to say more?

Tang Jingruo raised his eyebrows, and felt funny after realizing his thoughts. Could it be that because he returned to the imperial city, he became childish?

Song Yiyao didn't know what was going on around him, so he smiled sideways and made a gesture of please.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a slight bowstring sound, and her eyes suddenly turned cold!

said that it was too late, and a flying arrow came through the rain, and the target was not the side, it was Tang Jingruo beside her.

Seeing that the arrow was getting closer and closer, "Be careful! ”

Song Yiyao pushed Tang Jingruo away, and he also dodged it.

I only heard the sound of a breaking wind, and the sharp arrow passed by her sleeve and cut her sleeve.

The first arrow missed, apparently the assassin in the tree did not expect, and he hurriedly drew his bow again, this time, two arrows, each coming at the two of them!

Tang Jingruo has been used to fighting on the battlefield over the years, and the assassins have encountered countless times, and after reacting, he knew that the enemy would definitely take the bow again if he missed.

He turned his head and stepped down, guarding carefully.

Sure enough, in less than two breaths, he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and at the same time, accompanied by a short whistle, he quickly reached out and pulled Song Yiyao up, and he was able to dodge the two arrows that came in a row.

Thrilling and dangerous, Song Yiyao looked at the second sharp arrow nailed to the hem of his clothes, crying and laughing, it seemed that this assassin couldn't get along with her clothes.

This is the Yunjin official robe she just ordered, and she hasn't worn it for two days, and she has to change it again.

The first time was caught off guard, but the second arrow was enough for Tang Jingruo's subordinates to figure out the direction of the assassin, only to see a few figures flying out towards the direction of the assassin.

Song Yiyao looked around and shook his head almost invisibly. The index finger of his left hand turned slightly in a circle, and with a flick of it in the direction of the assassin's departure, a black line immediately flew out.

The defenders at the city gate did not expect this change, panicked and came belatedly.

The Ministry of Rites and the others looked anxious and worried, and they jumped to their feet in a hurry. But he refused to even step out of the gates.

Song Yiyao tried to pull out the feather arrow, and simply tore off the nailed robe corner. Then he was about to stand up, but there was a sharp pain in his ankle, and if Tang Jingruo hadn't helped him in time, he would have fallen again.

"Where's the injury?"

Tang Jingruo didn't expect Song Yiyao to be affected by himself, so he asked with concern.

Song Yiyao lowered his head, tried to move his ankle, and said with a smile: "It should be that I was careless just now, and I hit my ankle." ”

Tang Jingruo helped him up, feeling guilty and blaming himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm all involved."

Song Yiyao waved his hand, disapproving: "If you want to blame the assassin, what does it have to do with the little marquis." ”

The rain was pouring down, and the two of them were drenched like chickens in soup at this time, embarrassed. There is no image to speak of.

But if you really compare it, Song Yiyao's official robe has a close contact with the earth, his feet are broken, his sleeves are torn, and the hem of his clothes is also rotten, and the purple-red official robe is simply miserable.

Tang Jingruo only had muddy water stuck on his clothes, which was much better.

"My lord, what's going on?"

Where did Shen Mo, who took the cloak, see that the adults of his family were so embarrassed, and hurriedly shook off the white finch feather cloak and put it on for Song Yiyao.

There was chaos around, but it was safe after all, and Tang Jingruo saw Song Yiyao's appearance clearly.

The eyebrows are very handsome, a pair of eyes are a light tan, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, the small nose softens the sharp facial features, and the lips are pursed.

However, a man turned out to be thrush, is it a new fashion in the imperial city? Ignoring the shape of the eyebrows, whether it is the eyes or the contours, they look very familiar, but those similarities are too subtle. Tang Jingruo couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked:

"Why do I think Lord Song is familiar? Have we seen this before? ”

"There are always a lot of things in common in beauty, Weichen is not talented, this face is good, and most of the beauty in the world is similar. It's not uncommon for the little marquis to think I'm familiar. ”

Song Yiyao blinked, clenched his cloak, and smiled very badly. indirectly denied Tang Jingruo's words.

When she came to the imperial city, it happened that Tang Jingruo had already asked for an order to go on the expedition. How could I have seen it before.

Where did the fallacies come from, do you dare to show face?

Tang Jingruo decisively turned his head and decided to stay away from this person in the future.

Am I not right? Song Yiyao, who has always been very confident in himself, saw the indescribable expression on Tang Jingruo's face, and silently made a note in his heart, there is no aesthetics!

Seeing that the danger was lifted, the people in the Ministry of Rites rushed over. squeezed Song Yiyao outside with the posture of surrounding Tang Jingruo, and asked for warmth and politeness.

Song Yiyao was not in a hurry, so he asked people to drive the prepared car over and wait in the outer circle.

According to what she just observed, this little marquis

It's not like a person who can endure to greet these hypocritical adults.

Sure enough, after the car came, he didn't wait for the wing to count to ten. Tang Jingruo stood out of the encirclement and wanted to say goodbye to the Ministry of Rites.

Wen Futang is willing to let go of the great opportunity to tie up:

"Lord Song, you have also worked hard, why don't you go back and rest first, and I will take the little marquis into the palace?"

It is said that as soon as you receive someone, you will immediately return to the palace to face the saint. I was scared like my grandson just now, but now I came out to grab the credit, thinking she was stupid.

Song Yiyao chuckled lightly and said:

"The assassins have fled, and the rain has stopped, so I won't bother Lord Shangshu. Please! Little Marquis. ”

"There's Lord Rauson."

Tang Jingruo got into the car, and as soon as the curtain closed, he ignored the people who saluted below.

Diligent Palace

Tang Shao never thought that Song Yiyao, who had always been arrogant, would appear in front of him so embarrassed.

Looking at the emperor who had been smiling for half a cup of tea on the imperial chair, Song Yiyao said helplessly:

"Your Majesty, even if you want to laugh, can you wait for Weichen to leave before laughing?"

"Don't panic, don't panic, let me laugh a little longer! Did you fall into a mud puddle or did you fall off the carriage? Jing Ruo, did he provoke you somewhere and was kicked down by you? ”

Everyone else is looking forward to him dying as soon as possible, don't come to stir up the water of the court, just looking forward to seeing him make a fool of himself, and that's the one above.

Song Yiyao let out a long sigh and said, "Your Majesty, Weichen has been assassinated. Someone assassinated General Mingyuan at the city gate, and the scene was really dangerous, but Weichen fortunately brought General Mingyuan back safely. ”

There is such a thing! Tang Shaomeng suppressed his smile, his expression was nervous, his eyes were slightly dark, and he asked, "Is Jingruo okay?" Can you catch the assassin? ”

Tang Jingruo, who had been standing there peacefully, replied indifferently and respectfully:

"Back to Your Majesty, Weichen has nothing to do, but it is a matter of Lord Song, the incident happened suddenly, and the assassin was not caught."

"Who dares to commit murder at the gates of the city in broad daylight?"

Seeing Tang Jingruo's expression, Tang Shao sighed almost invisibly, and took the case, Jingruo was finally willing to come back with great difficulty, what did this assassin choose to assassinate Tang Jingruo at this time? It's really dampening!

"The emperor is angry!"

Song Yiyao said lightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Shao.

Tang Shao's eyes, who were furious, subconsciously turned half a circle, shielding the left and right.

The chief attendant Ji didn't raise his head, and drove out more than a dozen attendants in a hurry, walked at the end by himself, and closed the palace door.

There were only three of them left in the huge palace of diligence.

"Song Aiqing, what do you mean?" Tang Shao thought a lot in just a few breaths, the people who served him were all selected by thousands of people, but how could the people's hearts be accurate, could it be that someone had installed a spy?

She was not good at learning and art, but she could only see that there were villains around Emperor Xing, and it was not easy to talk nonsense, so she could only remind Tang Shao to be careful. Seeing that the goal was achieved, Song Yiyao calmly replied:

"Anger hurts the liver, Wei Chen is ordered by the master to assist the emperor star, so naturally he must also pay attention to His Majesty's health."

Ordered by the master to assist the emperor star, the emperor will also believe this kind of lie? A certain little marquis who didn't believe in ghosts and gods was bored and waited for the emperor to get angry.

Tang Shao glared at Song Yiyao angrily.

"As long as you don't get angry, my body and bones are very good! Tell me first, what do you think about this today? ”

Wait, the emperor actually believed it? Is the dragon chair still the unsmiling and dignified emperor six years ago?

A trace of doubt flashed in Tang Jingruo's eyes.

Song Yiyao glanced at Marquis Mingyuan, who was silently beside him, and said:

"Enlightening the Holy One, this assassin chose to commit murder at the gate of the city today, and the purpose is not difficult to guess.

The first is to demonstrate, the second is to dissociate, and the third is to get rid of Mingyuanhou. Now that their purpose is known, it is better to speculate on their origins. Little Hou Ye, who treats you as a thorn in the flesh, you must know, right? ”