Shang Guyuan put the urgent report into his sleeve, and by the way, he also closed the folding fan, and his voice passed through the warm pavilion and said to the little guy guarding outside, only two words: "Prepare the horse!" ”

It was already afternoon at that time, and the sun was good today, and the people of Bianliang City loved to come out for a walk.

Xianwangfu is not far from the palace, if you ride a fast horse, at most a stick of incense time can arrive, but today there are many people, Shang Guyuan does not dare to do anything about the city and horses, and when he avoids the crowd and arrives at the palace gate, nearly half an hour has passed.

In other words, Lu Guitang had been kneeling at the gate of Chengqing Hall for nearly two hours.

Shang Guyuan pulled the reins of the horse, and suddenly felt that the secret guard of the Xianwang Mansion was not easy.

Shang Guyuan is not an official in the court, and he usually enters the palace either with his father Governor of Salt Affairs, or with Lu Guitang, and it is the first time that he has broken into the palace door like now.

Sure enough, he was stopped by the guards.

Shang Guyuan waved a folding fan, took out a purse from his arms and handed it to the guard, which was the Xianwang seal that Lu Guitang had asked him to take to find the official book, and he hadn't had time to return it to Lu Guitang, which happened to come in handy today.

The guard looked at the seal, and then carefully looked at Shang Guyuan, and then realized that the drunken son of Wen Yu who was smiling in front of him was the little boy of the merchant.

There is a seal, and there is the identity of the staff of the Xianwang Mansion, so the guards did not stop more, but let Shang Guyuan enter the palace gate.

It's just that...... Looking at the warm eyes of the merchant boy's smile, did he really go to save King Xian? I heard that King Xian was summoned to the palace by the saint to ask about his crimes, why did this little merchant boy seem to be smiling happily?

Imperial Palace, Chengqing Palace.

Today's weather is not too cold, but it is a snowy day, even if it is the hottest time of the day, but the temperature outside the Chengqing Hall is still lower.

The midwinter sun can't warm this court.

Fu Neijian came out of the side hall with a hand stove in his arms, and wanted to hand it over to His Royal Highness King Xian, who was kneeling at the door.

Lu Guitang frowned, hurriedly waved his hand and retreated, and lowered his voice to reprimand: "I'm asking for guilt, what kind of excuse is holding a hand stove!" ”

Fu Neijian pursed his lips, and then took the hand stove back into his arms, he was also a kind heart, seeing Lu Guitang kneeling outside in a single coat for a few hours, the saint said to take a nap in the temple, but he didn't know whether it was a real sleep or a fake sleep, so he wanted to secretly stuff a hand stove to warm up King Xian.

Na Cheng thought that he almost did something wrong with good intentions, but he didn't complain about anything else, only blamed them for not seeing the world, nor did they read any principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.

Fu Neijian pursed his mouth, and was about to send the hand stove back to the side hall, and as soon as his body turned around, his eyes lit up again, "Your Highness, the little prince Shang is here." ”

When Lu Guitang heard this, he turned around, and saw Shang Guyuan coming with a warm body, and the winter sun was shining, but this person brought a lot of warmth.

He couldn't help but smile softly, what is called the love of charcoal in the snow, probably so.

Shang Guyuan didn't have time to see the ceremony, so he leaned to Lu Guitang's side, and by the way, he covered the cold wind in the open court, but although his face was warm, there was a trace of dark sadness in his eyes.

He is good at hiding his emotions, this melancholy color has not been seen by others before, but it has not escaped Lu Guitang's eyes.

Lu Guitang frowned, didn't care about the cold clothes, and reached out to ask Shang Guyuan: "Is there news?" ”

Seeing that Shang Guyuan hesitated for a moment when he took the urgent report from his sleeve, he felt faintly uneasy, and asked, "Isn't it a happy event?" ”

Shang Guyuan's hand holding the urgent report froze, and Gu Jin's words suddenly flashed in his mind: There is never any difference between happy events and bad events......

Shang Guyuan smiled and put the urgent report in the palm of Lu Guitang's hand.

The warm wine added warm oil again: "Your Highness, look at yourself, after reading it, I want to bring it to you if I have her words." ”

Lu Guitang's eyes froze, and he hurriedly unfolded the paper in his hand, and the winter snow shattered the sun, and scattered all over the ground at the moment when his paper was quietly opened.

The urgent report in Lu Guitang's hand was torn apart by him, half of it was "Dingzhou Banditry", and the other half was "Uncle Guo was seriously injured." ”

Shang Guyuan put his hand against the knee he wanted to get up, and his warm eyes made the man's heart slightly certain.

"Your Highness, don't worry, listen to me."

Or listen to her.

Lu Guitang was stunned, and then he remembered what Shang Guyuan had just said that Gu Jin had something to bring to him.

"What did he say?"

Shang Guyuan rolled up his sleeves, and when he repeated the girl's words, he didn't feel a little more respectful.

"She said: You were born in the emperor's family, and you have a responsibility on your shoulders, and in today's situation, your blame is small, and the delay in military affairs is big."

"She also said, let me hand over this urgent report to you, as for whether you get up and leave the palace and go straight to Dingzhou to visit your uncle, or bow down and ask the saint to explain the military situation, it is all up to you to decide."

After saying this, Shang Guyuan folded the fan in his hand into his robe, and stood beside Lu Guitang without saying a word.

He was also curious about what kind of decision he wanted to make.

Lu Guitang's body was weak, and the hand holding the scrap paper couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Before that, when he first arrived to see the four big characters of "Uncle Guo was seriously injured", he really wanted to go to Dingzhou desperately.

But I have to admit that Gu Jin's words are often useful.

Lu Guitang folded the two pieces of paper in his hand together, smoothed them out with his almost stiff fingers, and an urgent report was torn open into two by him, and he made a stack. The only thing in the sky was the rustling of the two scraps of paper in his hand, and there was no other movement.

How big the palace is, how small the king is.

Lu Guitang smiled, the man faded away from laziness, he didn't dare to complain about the cold in a single clothes, and his shoulders were heavy to the people of Dingzhou.

He sighed and instructed Shang Guyuan: "You go back first and tell her ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shang Guyuan again, and Wen Run Gongzi rolled up the sleeves of his robe and said with a smile: "No need, she said let me wait here for you to go back together." ”

Lu Guitang was stunned: "She knows? ”

She knew that he would not go to Dingzhou, and asked Shang Guyuan to wait for her in the palace?

Shang Guyuan smiled, remembering the tenacious back of the girl in the house when he left the house, and the autumn rhyme instructed by the back, she said: On the long street, I didn't go with Lu Chengxiu, that was my choice, and his choice will definitely not disappoint you and me.

Obviously, Lu Guitang's choice did not disappoint Shang Guyuan, although he was a son of a family, he was a staff member of the palace, and all young people had great ambitions, but some people were determined to spend time drinking, and some people were determined to be gentlemen and the country, but fortunately, Shang Guyuan belonged to the latter.

He sighed, he didn't say this to Lu Guitang at the end of the big event, he only smiled, the sorrow in his eyes faded, and he was filled with warmth again.

He blinked, took a few steps back and waited under the porch.