Zhao Lin was silent for a few moments, and then bowed down and replied: "The inferior and the others also found a few pools of wreckage in the woods, and it is not possible to determine whether there is His Highness Mo among them. ”

"Smack~"

A crisp sound came from the porcelain cup in Zhao Shu's hand, but at this moment, this extremely noble Han and Tang Dynasty glass cup was crushed by Zhao Shu's right hand at this moment.

Zhao Lin didn't dare to look up, as a former friend of the official family, he understood that Zhao Shu was on the verge of breaking out at this moment.

"Ouyang Xianggong Meets ~"

The sound of slightly rapid breathing echoed in the vertical arch hall for a while, until the loud announcement of the small yellow door came from outside the hall, and it gradually became quiet.

"Find it for me, you have to see people in life, you have to see corpses in death, even if it is broken bones, you have to put him together for me and send him back."

A low and hoarse voice sounded in the hall, Zhao Shu lowered his head, waved his hand, and motioned for Zhao Lin to go out.

Zhao Lin bowed and took the order, turned around and walked out.

But as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Zhao Shu's voice coming from the dragon chair behind him again.

"Seventh brother, please, Lan'er must not die in vain, thirteen people live in the palace, and they can't find it, so they can only rely on you."

Looking back at the pale face in front of the dragon case, Zhao Lin heard his seventh brother's call again, nodded with a heavy expression, hammered his heart twice, and stepped outside.

Death for a confidant!

It's just for the official family's seventh brother, my cheap life, what's the matter if I lose it.

Seeing Zhao Lin go out, Zhao Shu took a breath of cool air, stabilized the mood he had just stirred, and when his eyes closed and opened again, he returned to the majestic emperor who sat on the dragon bed and looked down on the world.

Ouyang Xiu slowly walked into the vertical arch hall, looked at Zhao Shu who was sitting on the dragon chair and silently reviewed the recitals, bowed slightly, took out a book from his sleeve, and motioned to the eunuchs in the hall to hand it to Zhao Shu.

"Uncle Yong is here, why is it here?"

Zhao Shu took the piece handed by the eunuch, pressed it on the table without looking at it, hung the red pen on the pen stand, got up and walked in front of Ouyang Xiu, and motioned to the eunuch to bring a stool.

Ouyang Xiu arched his hand to Zhao Shu, and then said: "Your Majesty, the old minister is very old, and he has occasionally felt cold recently, and he feels that he is in good health. ”

I don't know if this is the first time Ouyang Xiu has asked for an external appointment, since Jiang Zhiqi framed him for impeachment, Ouyang Xiu has asked for an external appointment from time to time. Even if Zhao Shu found out the truth last year and returned him a clean slate, he still kept asking the emperor for his resignation.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhao Shu stepped forward and grabbed Ouyang Xiu's hand and sighed: "Why did Uncle Yong abandon Thirteen and leave, could it be that Thirteen was at fault." ”

Ouyang Xiu covered his mouth and coughed twice, patted his chest, and then looked at Zhao Shu and said: "This is not the fault of the official family, the old minister is old, and he often feels that his mental strength is insufficient, so I implore Your Majesty to ......."

"The old minister doesn't need to say much, you are conscientious and conscientious for the Great Song Dynasty, isn't Thirteen the kind of eyeless person, and he will definitely not be suspicious of the old minister because of some slanderous rumors, not to mention that the state affairs are in trouble at this time, when the upright old minister is loyal to the country, I hope that the old minister will not mention the matter of external transfer."

Before Ouyang Xiu's words were finished, he was interrupted by Zhao Shu extremely strongly.

Just kidding, now that there are so many things in the capital, how can it be so easy to let the old man go. If the old minister is transferred, Zhao Shu will still have time to pay attention to Zhao Lan's affairs, and he will have to exhaust himself to death with these twists and turns.

Therefore, when Ouyang Xiu handed over the recital before, Zhao Shu pressed down the recital without even looking at it, he could guess that it was estimated that what the old minister said in the recital was also those words that were old and dizzy, and asked for resignation and transfer, to say that it was ugly, Zhao Shu was almost familiar with the whole recital.

"Uh......"

Ouyang Xiu was interrupted by Zhao Shu so suddenly, he almost didn't come back to his senses, and was stunned for a few breaths, only then did he realize that the official family was talking about him left and right, and immediately got up and gave his hand.

"Official ......"

"The old minister doesn't need to say much, this matter is agreed, don't mention it again."

Zhao Shu didn't give Ouyang Xiu a chance, he also stood up and grabbed Ouyang Xiu's arm, and then continued: "The old minister will go back first, I still have a lot of twists and turns to approve here, and I hope that the old minister will understand my difficulties." ”

"Official ......"

Ouyang Xiu still wanted to stick to his principles a little longer, but seeing the faint expectation on Zhao Shu's face, and then thinking of the boiling disappearance case in the capital recently, he couldn't help but sigh, arched his hand to Zhao Shu, and withdrew from the palace.

Seeing Ouyang Xiu retreat, Zhao Shu also returned to the dragon seat, holding his forehead that was a little painful, and sighed weakly again.

"The Left Guard General Wang Shi is about to meet ~"

As soon as Ouyang Xiu's recital was thrown aside, the sound of the little yellow door was heard again outside the door.

"Xuan"

After a while, a Wang Shi, dressed in a white Feiyun embroidered Confucian robe, came over.

Wang Shiyue is different from his ancestors, it is precisely because of his humility and studiousness that he was born as a jinshi that he entered Zhao Shu's eyes and married his eldest daughter to him. And he also completely inherited the heroism of the ancestors, both civil and military, but because of the decree of Emperor Renzong, the horse is not allowed to enter the court as an official, and can only add fragrance to the red sleeves every day in the princess's mansion.

When he heard Zhao Shu's edict this time, he was immediately in high spirits, and quickly rushed into the palace after changing into a robe.

"Son-in-law to see my father-in-law."

Compared with other dynasties, the title of the Song Dynasty is not so strict, and there are very few children who call their fathers and emperors, and naturally sons-in-law are not entangled in His Majesty's call.

"Get up."

Zhao Shu waved his hand, looked straight at Wang Shiyue standing at the bottom of the steps, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Jun Zhi, I know that you have always wanted to make meritorious contributions. This time, the Liangzhejiang Road Pacification Division reported that a large number of thieves appeared on the beach the day before yesterday, causing chaos among the people of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, I order you to lead your troops to Liangzhejiang on the same day, remove the cancer here, and wait for the day of triumph, and I will have another reward. ”

When Wang Shiyue heard Zhao Shu's words, he felt a little full of enthusiasm and instantly felt cold.

I thought that there was another war on the Western Xia side, and I was finally able to fight and kill the enemy on the battlefield, but I never thought that it was just the mainland thieves who were causing chaos.

In an instant, his mood was a little low, but Zhao Shu didn't dare to show too much expression in front of him, and respectfully accepted the order, so he withdrew from the palace under Zhao Shu's signal.

Zhu Bi continued to wander in the music until nightfall, when Zhao Shu finished approving all the music on the table, looked at the Ouyang Xiu music book on the ground, Zhao Shu shook his head, and threw it into the stove on the side.

"Set up the Funing Palace, I really want to go and talk to the saint about something."

Putting the red pen on the pen holder, Zhao Shu stroked his sore shoulder, looked at the sparse stars in the night, and couldn't help but shake his head thinking about the news from Si Tianjian a few days ago.

The broken army star is now purple light, and the crape myrtle emperor star is broken?

These rice buckets know nonsense all day long, is it so easy for me to die?