The palace maid looked panicked.

She seemed to want to run faster, but her legs and feet were entangled in her skirt, and it took a long time for her to move a few inches like an old lady with small feet.

Before Song Yuxun could speak, the little attendant on the side had already turned around with his eyes and nose.

He stopped the little palace maid who almost hit the dragon chair in a panic in time, and lowered his voice to say something to her.

After a moment, the little waiter's face turned pale and he turned his head tremblingly.

He took three steps and two steps to Song Yuchen's side, whispered in his ear for a while, and whispered while looking at His Majesty's face, "Your Majesty, look ......"

The corner of the young man's eyes jumped fiercely, his face suddenly tensed, and even stretched out a few somewhat mean arcs.

He suddenly stood up straight with the dragon chair, glanced condescendingly towards the court, and then hurried away.

One of Pei Yi's feet was still stuck in mid-air, but he didn't expect to be ignored.

He showed a little bit of the arrogance of the marquis, and when he arrived, he frowned, and his deep voice was a little dissatisfied, and he smashed firmly on the silent court.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a table to play."

This pillar does not open its mouth, and when it opens, it is loud, and although the anger is suppressed, it still leaks out in wisps.

Song Yu paused and raised his eyes to look at him.

Under the two thick eyebrows, An Dinghou's eyes were blazing, and there seemed to be fire under his eyes.

The corner of the young man's forehead jumped again, and he was suddenly a little overwhelmed, his cold fingers retracted into the bright yellow wide cuffs, and clenched into a fist blankly.

In the warm pavilion of the hall where the seasons are like spring, he only felt that his whole body was cold, as if after getting up from the dragon chair, his foot was not a golden and jade step paved with splendid flowers, but a bottomless abyss with no eyes in sight.

Underneath the abyss, the water is swaying, cold and biting.

The two phases were silent.

After such a moment, Pei Yi raised his eyes and looked over, facing the uncertain eyes of the young man.

He didn't speak, and Master Zhang in the crowd didn't say anything, but he could see it clearly-

Song Yuxun's face was his usual calm, and his body was as thin as ever, almost nothing to do with Yu Xuanang, almost weak.

But at this moment, Mr. Zhang felt that something was wrong.

Under the palace lamp, his handsome face, which had always been slightly white, was shrouded behind the shadow of Twelve Yu, and he was even a little haggard than An Dinghou, who had just recovered from his illness, but his body was unusually straight.

If it was usual, the emperor would have stopped and opened his mouth at this time, and listened patiently to the end.

If you have an idea, you can echo it a little.

Even if there is really nothing to say, it must be pleasant, and the most unfortunate and muddy thing to fool the past for the time being, but what is this description going on now?

Although Pei Yi has more ideas in his heart, he also knows how to act at the right time.

So he lifted the hem of his clothes and made a gesture to salute.

After all, in front of so many people, no matter what you think in your heart, you still have to do enough to save face, and you should not miss the etiquette that should be done to His Majesty the new emperor.

However, before he could really bend his back down much, Song Yuxun returned to his usual appearance of spring breeze and rain, waving his hand and saying, "Uncle Huang doesn't have to be formal."

The young Son of Heaven didn't seem to know how this Hou Ye arranged himself in his heart, and said with a pleasant face, "Uncle Huang has something to say later, and I will wait in the upper study later, and we will discuss it carefully." ”

A clear-eyed person should understand that His Majesty is giving an eviction order.

However, Your Majesty is worthy of being Your Majesty, and the name of gentleness and elegance is really not made up by others, and even driving people can be so subtle and euphemistic, which can be said to be enough to settle down the steps.

has said that it is all about this, where it seems to be like what it should be between monarchs and ministers, it is clear that half-grown children are trying their best to please their elders.

Pei Yi didn't think it was angry at all, "The early dynasty is not over yet, what is Your Majesty in a hurry to do?" ”

"There are some urgent matters that need to be dealt with urgently."

After finishing his casual perfunctory speech, Song Yuxun's voice changed, "It's just a trivial matter, don't worry about Uncle Huang." Uncle Huang is just right now, don't stand on the main hall for too long, beware of blowing and getting cold. ”

At the end, he turned to the little waiter beside him and said, "Go and prepare hot tea on the stove, and ask Uncle Huang to go to the study first to sit and rest." ”

An Dinghou couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the new emperor bought in the gourd, but he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly took a step back and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Without waiting for him to continue to talk about the scene that he was familiar with and couldn't be more familiar, Song Yuxun smiled slightly, and then raised his feet and left, his body was as sharp and light as a flying swallow on a beam.

Xiao Nei's feet were soft, and he couldn't keep up with His Majesty's movements, so he had to hurriedly shout a retreat, and after ordering the people around him to prepare tea, he came over smartly, and said with low eyebrows,

"Master Hou, please come here."

Pei Yi stood still, his eyes still glued to the ebony threshold that the young man swept out like a fly.

In the eyes of the little chamberlain, Andinghou is definitely a hard bone that he can't be provoked even if he can't be predicted.

At this moment, this bone pulled his face and kept silent, obviously it was only a few seconds, but he stood in a cold sweat, his eyes were even a little flowery, and he felt that it was so difficult to serve people for the first time.

After waiting for a long time, Pei Yi finally squeezed out a sentence with condescension.

He narrowed his gaze twice, and said disapprerovitically, "Tell the emperor, I'm a little tired of standing, and my body is not very comfortable, so I went back to the house early to rest, and I'll talk about what I want to play next time." ”

As if he had been pardoned, the little chamberlain nodded hurriedly in response.

An Dinghou said this, but seeing him calmly cross the threshold, his steps were vigorous, and there was a little uncomfortable look.

The little chamberlain didn't dare to say more, he remembered his words tremblingly, and he didn't dare to delve into what kind of illness the stubborn Andinghou had ever had.

After he recovered from his illness, he changed from an iron-clad man to a weaker than a harem maid.

The four seasons in the hall are like spring, but the outside is still a little cold, and the cold spring is wrapped in a small wind into the hem of the clothes, blowing a little gap in the lower half of Andinghou's court clothes, revealing the beast embroidery with teeth and claws inside.

When I got into the carriage, the warmth was mixed with the rich fragrance of fat powder.

Pei Yi frowned slightly and sat down, when a stove happened to be handed over in front of him.

Fang Tianyou saw that his face was clearly wrong, so he didn't ask directly with a very good look, but just lifted a little curtain with his orchid finger, and said in a loud voice to the coachman in front of him,

"What are you doing in a daze, I didn't see the Hou Ye come up, are the two eyes long for breathing?"