Feng Hui hurried to the Jingping Marquis Mansion and almost ran away from his shoes.

The northwest sent an eight-hundred-mile expedited excerpt, Feng Hui couldn't find the figure of Emperor Jianyuan in the palace, and there were still a bunch of important ministers waiting in the Qianyuan Palace, making Feng Hui anxious.

Fortunately, Feng Ying revealed his whereabouts to his little apprentice before leaving, and Feng Hui knew that Emperor Jianyuan had gone to the Jingping Marquis Mansion, and he didn't dare to delay at all, and rode straight to the outside of the palace.

Feng Hui really saw Emperor Jianyuan's guards at the gate of the Hou Mansion, he greeted the head of the guards, and hurried all the way to the Wuyuan where the county lord of Yonghe lived.

When I arrived at the courtyard, there was not a maid at the door, only Feng Ying was on an errand outside the door.

"Godfather." Seeing Feng Hui coming, Feng Ying, who was half-squinting, hurriedly came up to salute, he quietly pointed to the room with one hand and shook his head.

This is the meaning of asking Feng Hui not to touch the mold.

The servants in the palace are cheap, and it is common for them to make a punch bag for the master.

Feng Hui's hand about to knock on the door paused, and he couldn't help but turn around in a hurry outside the door, but he didn't dare to make a sound of footsteps, so he could only look at the closed door in a daze.

Seeing that the sun was setting in the west, Feng Hui didn't dare to delay any longer, and knocked on the door of the house boldly.

There was no movement in the inner room.

After a long while, Emperor Jianyuan's low, cold voice came from the room, and the tone without ups and downs made it impossible to hear the slightest emotion: "What's the matter?" ”

Feng Hui's respectful voice revealed a hint of anxiety from outside the house: "Your Majesty, Zhongshu Province received an urgent military report from the northwest in Shenshi, and the Hui rebelled, and several adults are already waiting in the Qianyuan Palace. ”

Wei Zhao frowned, looked at the little girl who was crying silently beside him, and could only sigh deeply: "I will leave first, take good care of yourself." ”

After speaking, Wei Zhao lowered his head, and his fingers touched the creases that fell on the robe when he was entangled with Xie Yanhe, smoothing out the folds one by one.

Wei Zhao got up, shook the sleeves of his robe, and walked out of the inner room without hurrying.

Outside the house, Feng Hui and Feng Ying were pestled at the door like wooden stakes.

Wei Zhao's face sank like water, he glanced at the two of them coldly, and commanded in a deep voice: "Go back to the palace." ”

……

After Emperor Jianyuan left, the mandarin duck and the red kite hurried into the inner room.

At this glance, I couldn't help but be surprised.

Xie Yan and Hua Rong knelt on the ground gloomily, holding a golden hairpin tightly in their hands, and their eyes were full of tears. There was a shallow red spot on the snow-white and flawless neck, which seemed to be a wound left by a sharp weapon.

The red kite chuckled in her heart and quickly lowered her head.

It was the mandarin duck that immediately pounced towards Xie Yanhe.

She hugged Xie Yanhe with trembling hands, tears on her face: "County Lord, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare the slaves! County Lord, you have a word! ”

Xie Yanhe's palm loosened, and the golden hairpin he held in his hand fell on the paved cloth in the room, making a dull sound.

"Get out, I want to be alone."

Xie Yanhe's hoarse voice was no longer as sweet and soft as before, but revealed a cold and poignant voice.

The mandarin duck looked at Xie Yan and his soft palm, and his fair skin was deeply red by the golden hairpin.

The mandarin duck's gaze moved up slightly, falling on the extremely dazzling blood mark on the county lord's neck, as well as the county lord's red, swollen and broken lip flap, like, like......

A terrible conjecture instantly surged into the mandarin duck's heart, and her hands and feet were suddenly cold in shock, and she said in a trembling voice: "County, county lord, ......"

It was the first time that this smart and clever big girl couldn't say a complete sentence in front of Xie Yanhe.

"Stand down!" Xie Yanhe raised his voice, and his slightly red and swollen eyes seemed to be covered with ice and snow.

The mandarin duck bit her lip, she held back the tears in her eyes, and went out of the inner room with the red kite, and took the door with her.

When the two maids left, Xie Yan and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained in an instant, and she fell softly on the dark red slur, with a pair of empty watery eyes, crying silently.

……

Inside the Qianyuan Palace.

The emperor did not show up for a long time, and Shangshu ordered Zhang Fuming, Situ Wang Jin, Zhongshu Shilang Pei Tongguang, and Cao Wenzheng, the secretary of the military department, to all be anxious.

It wasn't until outside the main hall that the voice of the chamberlain came out: "Your Majesty has arrived."

Several old ministers hurriedly got up from their seats and saluted.

I saw that His Majesty the Emperor was wearing a silk dragon robe with a pattern of twelve chapters of black and gold, wearing a crown of twelve yu, and slowly entered from the outside of the hall against the light.

The imperial majesty infiltrated by the dictatorship of the cadres for many years and the iron-blooded spirit trained in the old years of fighting on the battlefield are blended together, and the supreme majesty and incomparably awe-inspiring momentum of the heroic lord of a generation are like a hidden sword in a box, domineering and incomparable, which suddenly makes the atmosphere in the hall quiet.

Wei Zhao raised his arm slightly, signaling the courtiers to be exempt.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The ministers returned to their seats.

Zhang Fuming took the lead in the ranks: "Your Majesty, Anxi Jiedu made Zhang Gaonian's corpse a vegetarian meal, deducted military salaries, killed good people and risked merit, and committed heinous crimes, causing the Hui rebellion, and his crime should be punished." ”

Wei Zhao sat down on the throne, his dark eyes bottomless.

His majestic gaze looked at Zhang Fuming under the imperial stairs, and asked in a deep voice: "I remember that Zhang Gaonian is Zhang Aiqing's nephew. In the eleventh year of Yuanhe, it was Zhang Aiqing who promoted Zhang Gaonian to the position of envoy of Anxi Festival, can I remember wrong? ”

Emperor Jianyuan's prestige is unpredictable.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Zhang Fuming's forehead.

His knees weakened, and he knelt on the cold gold bricks in the hall with a "poof": "Your Majesty, they are all micro-ministers who don't know people, and they misbelieve the villain, so that they make a big mistake." If it weren't for the long entourage next to Zhang Gaonian who secretly sent a secret letter to Wechen, Wechen would still be in the dark until now. Weichen is ashamed of His Majesty's holy grace, and I beg Your Majesty to surrender his sin. ”

Wei Zhao's expression was inexplicable.

His index finger, hidden under the sleeve of his robe, rubbed the mutton fat white jade plate dragon pattern wrench on his thumb, turned a blind eye to Zhang Fuming, who knelt on the ground to plead guilty, and moved his gaze to Zhongshu Ling Wang Jin, and said lightly: "I intend to send the right general Xie Han to quell the chaos, what does Wang Aiqing think?" ”

Wang Jin's heart was stunned.

Xie Han is his son-in-law, but he didn't expect His Majesty to directly bypass Zhang Fuming and ask himself, Xie Han's father-in-law, on the matter of quelling the chaos in the northwest.

A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed from Wang Jin's forehead.

Your Majesty, what does this mean?

Everyone in the world knows that His Majesty favors the county lord of Yonghe, and the county lord of Yonghe is the daughter of a foreign minister, and her status is even above several princesses in the palace.

The right general Xie Han is the only brother of the county lord of Yonghe, but he is in a high position when he is established, and now he is vacant for the position of envoy of the Anxi Festival, it seems that His Majesty is going to reward Xie Han, but in this way, I don't know how His Royal Highness the Prince should deal with himself!

Wang Jin's mind was racing.

He has many sons under his knees, but there is only one daughter, and he loves him like a pearl. Xie Han is his beloved son-in-law again, and he has always had blue eyes.

The Hengzhu Xie family has already had a gap with the East Palace, and since it is a benefit to be sent to the door, he has no reason to push it out for his son-in-law.

After Wang Jin figured it out, he flattered him selflessly: "Your Majesty's holy candle shines, and Weichen relies on His Majesty's orders." ”

Emperor Jianyuan bowed slightly. The majestic gaze fell back on Zhang Fuming, and the pressure was more than 10,000 jun: "What about Zhang Aiqing?" Is there any doubt? ”

His Majesty did not condemn himself for recommending Zhang Gaonian, Zhang Fuming thought that he had escaped, where would he dare to have doubts. He slammed his head on the floor tiles, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty Shengming, there is no doubt about the minister."

Seeing that Zhang Fu was knowledgeable, Wei Zhao retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Zhang Aiqing can kill his relatives with righteousness, I am very relieved, let's be even." ”

Just when Zhang Fuming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and got up tremblingly, Emperor Jianyuan's majestic and indifferent voice came from above his head:

"Intended purpose: I have heard of praise and virtue, reward to the material, the right general Xie Han Su Wei is loyal, Xuande Ming'en, keep the festival and take the friendship, and I am very commendable. It was crowned with the protection of the capital of Anxi, and governed the four towns of Anxi's Qiuzi, Khotan, Shule, and Broken Leaves, and added two thousand stones, which was admirable. ”

As soon as Emperor Jianyuan's will came out, the hall was shocked.

originally thought that His Majesty planned to let Xie Han concurrently serve as the envoy of the Anxi Festival, which was already a favor to Xie Han. The important ministers in the hall did not expect that His Majesty directly gave Xie Han a major capital of Anxi who had a second-rank official position.

You must know that the position of the protector of the capital, this dynasty is generally led by the prince Yao.

Now His Majesty has killed none of his brothers, and most of the positions of protector have been vacant, and now His Majesty has rewarded Xie Han.

How can this Xie Han be deed!

However, Zhang Fuming himself is difficult to protect, and he has just made it clear in front of His Majesty that his arrangements for His Majesty are not undoubted, and it is not easy to backtrack at this time.

Wang Jin, as Xie Han's father-in-law, is even more unlikely to object.

The two people with the highest official positions in the hall did not squeak, and although the rest of the people felt that His Majesty's arrangement was not appropriate, they all acquiesced.

Wei Zhao saw that the courtiers were so knowledgeable, the cold color in his ink eyes faded, and his thin lips floated with a slightly invisible arc.

"If you have nothing to do, let's step down." After Wei Zhao finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and stepped down from the throne and stepped out of the main hall first.

Even if he received the news of the Hui rebellion, which annoyed him very much, Wei Zhao's mood was still very good, so good that even if Zhang Fuming committed the crime of negligence, Wei Zhao still raised his hand and let it go.

Out of the hall, looking at the already dark sky, Wei Zhao squinted.

Although she made Mianmian angry today, she finally pierced the layer of window paper in front of her, and she didn't have to hide and tucked it carefully in the future.

As for Mianmian's brother, Xie Han's son Xiao's father, has the talent of a general, and he canonized him as the protector of Anxi Dadu, firstly, because Xie Han is really good, and secondly, it is also to pave the way for Mianmian's future.

Presumably, when the holy decree reaches the Marquis of Jingping's mansion, Mianmian should be able to rejoice after learning the news.

I don't know when the little girl will be able to dissipate.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhao raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and returned to the dormitory with a slight headache.

As soon as Emperor Jianyuan left, Zhang Fuming's heart was relaxed, and he found that the inner robe on his body had been soaked with cold sweat.

After all, he was old, and when he left the hall, he was blown by the cold wind, and the whole person suddenly shivered uncontrollably.

Zhang Fuming wiped the cold sweat on his head, gave a thumbs up to Wang Jin on the side without smiling, and said in a weird manner: "Danhao really picked a good son-in-law!" ”

Three years ago, Xie Han's sister was divorced by His Royal Highness the Prince, how ugly this Fu Ming's mocking face was at that time, Wang Jin remembered it vividly.

Now listening to Zhang Fuming's words with a gun and a stick, Wang Jin not only didn't see the slightest annoyance, but even felt very relieved in his heart.

Therefore, he smiled very gracefully at Zhang Fuming, and said slowly: "Lord Zhang has won the award, and the lower officials dare not accept it." ”

Zhang Fuming didn't expect Wang Jin to be so thick-skinned, he snorted coldly and walked to the front.

Wang Jin looked at Zhang Fuming's figure gradually disappearing, squinted his eyes, and always smiled kindly.