The door of the nine-fold palace is opened one after another, the sound of the palace door opening is loud and loud, the golden glazed tiles on the roof of the palace are illuminated by the morning light, and a touch of golden light reflects each other, showing the unique style and solemnity of the royal family.

Song Ting, Song Jiang, and Lu Junyi were outside the palace gate, waiting for the summons of the Son of Heaven.

At this time, in the Wende Palace, the emperor Zhao Jinji was discussing state affairs with the civil and military officials, today is a major day for Liangshan Song Jiang, Lu Junyi and others to be surrendered to the imperial court to enter Beijing to worship, and the bandit group with the largest power in Liang accepted the imperial court's recruitment, which is indeed a rare and happy event for the imperial court.

After a while, the ceremonial official came to lead Song Jiang and Lu Junyi into the palace to meet them, but he smiled at Song Ting and asked him to wait a while, it seemed that he was going to put him last.

Song Ting had no choice but to return the favor, the emperor asked him to wait, what could he do, he could only wait.

Song Jiang and Lu Junyi hugged their fists and said goodbye to him, and under the leadership of Shilang's father-in-law, they walked up the long steps and walked into the Wende Palace.

At this time, the Song court was still wearing silver armor, but the sword was not allowed to be carried, and as early as outside the palace gate, it was handed over to the guards in front of the palace.

He waited for a long time to be summoned, but he didn't hear the summons, and he couldn't hear what official Song Jiang and Lu Junyi were given, and he didn't know what official the emperor Zhao Jinji was going to give him, but there was a request, and he must mention it.

"Zhen'er, please believe me, I can do it......"

He clenched his fists, his eyes burned, facing the palace wall, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, these movements indicated that he was already cramped and uneasy.

Scenes of memories come to my heart, the past is like smoke, the years are like songs, how many times have I failed to pursue, how many times I have been ridiculed and despised, turned into a sigh, and with that time I fell into the river, the smoke disappeared and disappeared......

When he came to this world, he met her, and he still remembered her looking at him with bright eyes and saying: "If Xianggong wants to be a great hero who stands up to the sky and the earth and achieves a great cause, Zhen'er will accompany him silently; If you want to live a small life like this...... Zhen'er is also willing, as long as the husband is happy, anything is fine. ”

Her voice and smile, her smile, her gentle appearance, her moving eyes...... It has been engraved in his mind ever since, and it will never be erased.

In a person's life, it is enough to have a confidant. She is not only his confidant, but also his wife, although the name of husband and wife is born from an absurd marriage, but she is her wife after all, and she is willing to be his wife, and she has dedicated her spirit and flesh to him, what is he not satisfied with......

He did all this for her. For her sake, he is willing, and no matter how big the risk is, it is worth it......

On the palace wall, his shadow did not move, he stood straight for a long time, and the sun in the sky was getting closer and closer to the middle of the sky, he waited a little anxious and impatient, and when he thought that the emperor had forgotten him, suddenly a voice came:

"Xuan Song Ting's audience—"

The voice of the head of the hall reached the Shi Lang officials, and the Shi Lang officials passed it one after another, and the voice was like an echo, passed over and over again, and the loud voice shocked him.

He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and followed Shirou Guan up the long staircase step by step, and the high steps were like a ladder, showing the majesty of the royal family. On both sides of the steps, every three feet, there stood a palace guard, each of whom was as tall as Lu Junyi, holding a spear taller than them, with a waist knife at his waist.

Entering the Wende Palace, the left and right two classes of civil and military officials turned around to look at him, these usually majestic officials and old men, at this time their eyes converged on him, and some ministers talked quietly, muttering and muttering not knowing what to say.

Song Ting's eyes did not squint, suppressed all the unquiet emotions in his heart, under the gaze of the civil and military officials, walked to the emperor's dragon chair and knelt down, and the moment he bowed his head, he still saw the appearance of the emperor Zhao Jinji, not as stern as he imagined, he looked less than forty years old, wearing a red court dress, wearing a long-winged hat, and a gold belt around his waist, and he was shocked and bearded, and was looking at him.

"The grass people and the Song court see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live!" Song Ting knelt on the ground and bowed three times and bowed nine times.

The person in front of him is the Emperor of Daliang Mountain, although he is also Zhao Yuanzhen's biological father and should have been his father-in-law, but as a monarch, he is first and foremost an emperor, a symbol of the highest power of Daliang, and the hope of life and death of the people of Wan Zhao.

But obviously, he is not very qualified as the emperor, he has been in power for twenty-four years, in addition to the north has not been able to recover the sixteen states of Yanyun, and lost the land of ten states to the Liao State, the huge Liang Liangshan, the land of the twenty-six states of Liao, and every year according to the "Alliance of the Yuan", 300,000 horses of silk and 200,000 taels of silver are still given to the Liao State.

In addition to Liao, there are Western Xia in the northwest, Jurchen in the north, Tubo in the Western Regions, Nanzhao and Nanyue in the southwest, and strong enemies are waiting for ambush around the country. In terms of internal affairs, it was even more of a mess, successively appointing traitors such as Liang Shicheng, Cai Jing, Wang Hao, and Li Bangyan as prime ministers, and even using eunuchs like Tong Guan as the commander-in-chief of the national soldiers and horses - the privy envoy, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty could not find a capable man like Kou Zhun, Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi, Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang, etc., which caused bandits to break out everywhere, and in a disaster year, the people were not able to survive, and it was difficult to survive......

As a father, he is even less of a qualified father. Among his children, who were born to queens, were bestowed with the best fiefs and the best titles; Not born to the queen, the princes are the worst fiefs, and the princesses are married to the most powerless royal distant relatives, remote clans, or the children of small officials outside the four grades - such as the eighth prince Zhao Yuanli, it is said that there are only 500 households in the fiefdom, and even the food and clothing of the subordinates are not enough, such as the thirteenth princess Zhao Yuanshan, it is said that she married a distant marquis of Guangxi, that family was originally the marquis of Taizu, and the generations were weak, and since Emperor Shenzong, there have been very few contacts with the royal family. These princes and princesses were born in the royal family, and they should have enjoyed endless glory and wealth in their lives, but now they have this opportunity, of course, thanks to the queen, because they were not born to the queen.

Including Sada, of course.

Song Ting knelt down to this emperor, not because he surrendered, let alone because he asked for it, but because he ...... He is the emperor, the supreme symbol of power!

No kneeling, no.

"Aiqing is flat." On the dragon chair, Zhao Jinji examined him with interest.

"Your Majesty." Song Ting didn't dare to look at him, got up and lowered his head, and stood with his head bowed.

Zhao Jinji looked at him and said, "Song Ting, I have heard of your deeds. You have subdued Liangshan for me, I am very relieved, I want to ask you, what reward do you want? ”

Song Ting knelt down again and said: "It is the duty of the courtiers to share the worries of the emperor, the grass people are just a staff, how dare they ask for rewards, all this is what the grass people should do."

Zhao Jinji smiled, raised his hand from his big sleeve, pointed at Song Ting, and said to the civil and military officials: "Ladies and gentlemen, look at it, this is my Liang's staff!" Although there is no grade or rank, but I always want to share my worries, I am worthy of being a loyal and good general, I am very happy, and I want to reward you again! ”

Seeing that the Qing family in the hall was silent and speechless, Zhao Jinji groaned slightly, and said to Song Ting: "I heard that your swordsmanship is good, can you dance on the spot and cheer me up?"

Song Ting just excused himself, saying that the sword has no eyes, and it is not good to hurt people.

Zhao Jinji said: "In this hall, how can there be no place for you to dance the sword, all the Qing family should retreat, come here, give the sword!"

Received the sword given by the emperor, Song Ting played the "dragon tail swing", "goose silent, go to stay unintentional" and other moves, Zhao Jinji and the civil and military officials applauded, Song Ting returned the sword, bowed and stood.

"Song Ting stepped forward to listen to the seal!"

Zhao Jinji looked at Song Ting and said suddenly.

(End of chapter)