After Chen Xuanyuan came back from the Mingxin Hall yesterday, he asked Wang De to bring the wine in a cold voice, and then sat alone behind the desk, poured himself a drink, and drank one glass after another, and the spilled wine wet his robe, like a sad person's tears, and the eyes in the wine were profound, but there was a trace of confusion hidden behind the profundity.

Wang Dehou was on the side, not daring to disturb Chen Xuanyuan at this time, nor daring to look at Chen Xuanyuan's expression, he was worried in his heart, for fear that Chen Xuanyuan would suddenly blame something.

For a long time, the moonlight could not be tilted into the room, only the smell of wine was like a soul, soaking the whole body, Chen Xuanyuan closed his eyes gently, and then slowly opened them, his eyes were calm, still revealing the depth of the darkness, this struggle was opened, as if he had thrown away a world.

Mingxin Temple:

The candle flame burned very hard in the cold air, as if it could be extinguished at any time, after Chen Xuan left, Tang Yu kept the action of saying the last sentence, as if he was immersed.

Chang Lin didn't know when he was already standing in front of him, his face was complicated, there was heartache, sympathy, and awe in his eyes...

I don't know how long it took, it was like time stood still, and I couldn't tell what time it was, Tang Yu finally walked out of the immersion, raised his head lightly, glanced at Chang Lin in front of him, and then grabbed the white jade cup on the table, cup after cup, I couldn't finish it, I couldn't solve it.

The crescent moon has been hidden in the clouds for some time, so that people are a little unclear, and the silent Mingxin Temple occasionally hears:

"Chang Lin, am I doing the right thing?"

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It's like muttering, it's like you're looking for someone's answer... It hides in the night, so that no one can really hear it.

Today is the same good weather, the white clouds are gone with the scroll, leaving only the sun alone in the sky dazzling, very proud.

After the hustle and bustle, there is often only peace left, after Chen Xuanyuan announced yesterday that he agreed to the conditions of the Tang Dynasty in the court, the ministers including the palace seemed to fall into a strange silence, and no one came out to say anything, as if there was a natural tacit understanding.

At noon, a "touching" news came out of the palace - the Tang envoy was scheduled to return to China the day after tomorrow.

Hearing this news, I don't know how many ministers who were still worried about it last night, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and they should no longer be frightened and frightened by this peace negotiation.

Of course, not all people will feel this way when they hear the news, Zhang Yu, the secretary of the Criminal Department, heard the news as if he had seen a ghost, and hurriedly ran out of his house, not knowing where to go.

Then the ministers received a notice - to practice for the envoys of the Tang Dynasty in the Purple Wind Pavilion tomorrow night, so the ministers began to prepare for a small wing again, for fear that something would be wrong and annoy Chen Xuanyuan.

Jingyi Palace, after Lin Qing came back from Zizhu Hall yesterday, he thought about the next step in his mind, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, Lin Qing was crooked in the study after finishing his meal in the morning, looking at the books on the table calmly, I don't know if I really looked into it.

At noon, he learned from Xiaohuan that the Tang envoy was going to return to the court the day after tomorrow, and also knew that a practice banquet would be held for the Tang envoy in the Purple Wind Pavilion tomorrow night, Lin Qing's face was calm, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Well, you go down," whispered to the small ring standing nearby.

After watching Xiaohuan leave, Lin Qing pursed his lips, found a piece of paper, and then lifted the pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and waved it to write something on the paper, and after a while, he saw --- Meijin who left the money.

The fair-skinned little hand folded the paper, found an envelope and sealed it, and then called Xiaohuan to ask her to send the letter to the Zizhu Palace.

Looking at the back of Xiaohuan leaving with the envelope, Lin Qing's heart fluctuated slightly, success or failure in one move, and unconsciously touched the page in front of the table, as if there was a little beast hidden in his heart.

Zizhu Palace, only since Lin Qing came last night, Tang Xiu's heart was a little difficult to calm down, thinking of Lin Qing's calm appearance when she said that, there was always a trace of incredulity in her heart, which made her very unaware.

You must know that she can be said to be accustomed to ups and downs, but it is the first time she has seen such a thing as Lin Qing, and she is scrubbing the letter just sent by the maid of Jingyi Hall in her hand, thinking about something, and then her eyes are firm, as if she has made a decision, women are like this, don't look at it, they may usually hesitate, but once they decide something, they will do it desperately, like they will not die.

Get up and call a maid:

"Send this letter to the dining room," Tang Xiu said in a faint voice.

The maid took the letter from Tang Xiu's hand, and then slowly withdrew.

The scorching sun is in the sky, the white clouds are still there, everything is on track, everything is going according to plan...