The winter sun is sinking, and everything is silent.

Lu Guitang knocked down, grabbed the ground with his head, and let out a long breath: "Father, son, there is a military report to be given-"

The door of the Chengqing Hall slowly opened, and an inner eunuch hurried out from inside.

This person's surname is Zeng, and he is a eunuch who has served Jinsheng for many years, and he is also the master of the inner eunuch of Nafu.

The feng shui in the palace is good, and the flamboyant tongue who raised all these old internal eunuchs was a former internal supervisor, and he was also a slippery head who looked at people.

He didn't say anything, only bowed slightly to Lu Guitang, stretched out his hand to take the two pieces of paper stacked together, and then entered the Chengqing Palace.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the hall opened, and the eunuch Zeng personally invited Lu Guitang to enter.

The temple is burning with beast gold charcoal, Jinsheng is sitting in front of the stove to add charcoal fire, Lu Guitang submitted the urgent report was pinched in his hand, very close to the stove, just pay no attention, will be swallowed by the sparks splashed out of the furnace.

Lu Chengxiu didn't say a word, but knelt down slowly in front of the saint.

"Smack-"

A spark exploded.

The saint spoke: "The queen is coming, but I don't allow it." ”

Lu Guitang pursed his lips, it was freezing outside, and he was only wearing single clothes because of the guilt, and he was a little uncomfortable when he entered this greenhouse at first glance, but he still forcibly retracted the words on his body: "The son is a courtier, but he takes the lead in making trouble, and the crime is heinous, and he doesn't dare to intercede with his mother." ”

The harem is a very wonderful place, it is clearly said that the palace gate is as deep as the sea, but the speed of transmission of news about the outside in the harem is often not inferior to that of the previous dynasty, especially the queen, who naturally knew that he was in the city and intercepted the sedan chair.

The saint shook the smoke on the sleeves of the dragon robe, and even the two pieces of paper in his hand made a rustling sound.

He smiled: "It's too serious, if you just grab the door and get out, it will be monstrous." ”

Lu Guitang stared around, it turned out that Emperor Fang Cai didn't take a nap at all, and kept staring at him. If he recklessly went straight to Dingzhou to visit his uncle, I am afraid that he would have been arrested and detained by the Holy Lord at this time.

Counting which dynasty and which generation, there is no prince who has no intention to go out of Beijing, and he still goes to the place where there are troops.

Lu Guitang took a breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

There is a way to accompany the king like a tiger, even though this saint is the father of Lu Guitang and Lu Chengxiu, he is also the king of the two of them.

The saint's attitude towards these two sons has always been that he is about to leave, and Lu Guitang knows that this is still for the position of the crown prince, and any one of them he gets close to will affect the party and government disputes above the court, so the saint is not close to either of them.

There was silence in the room for a moment, except for the sound of the burning carbon fire.

After a long time, the saint asked again: "Why don't you go, there is a serious injury and life is uncertain, but it is your uncle." ”

Lu Guitang opened his mouth and replied simply.

"Erchen wants to go, but Erchen is a prince, and he is destined to have his own responsibility, the responsibility has not been invited, the military report has not been submitted, and Erchen does not dare to go, and he can't go."

The hand holding the scrap of paper froze, and when it touched the charcoal fire in the stove, it instantly turned to ashes.

Lu Guitang's heart tightened, and he wanted to step forward to inquire about the Holy Body, but he saw that the Holy Lord waved his hand.

"I'm really old, and I almost burned my hands when I added a fire, so I can't lift a pen, but it's good."

Lu Guitang was shocked, so he wanted to get up and call the imperial doctor, but he didn't want to be stopped by the saint again.

"Don't worry, you go ghostwriting."

Lu Guitang turned around and saw that the place that the saint was referring to was a bookcase, with a vermilion ink pen on it, and the ink had been polished.

"Father, what do you write?"

The saint smiled again: "Holy decree." ”

……

On the second night of the first day of midwinter, the holy decree arrived in Dingzhou City.

At that time, Huang Hao was leading people to move.

If the decree is a day late, no one can say what the result will be.

But fortunately, the decree did come on this day.

This holy decree was not given to Li Changping alone, even the Dingzhou assassin officials and others also went to the military tent to receive the decree, this was to take care of Li Changping's injuries.

The inner supervisor of the decree exempted Li Changping from kneeling and read the decree in the tent:

According to the history of the Dingzhou assassin and the deputy general of Dingzhou, the household department allocated funds to appease the people of Dingzhou, and remembered that the uncle was seriously injured, so he was specially invited to recuperate in the Dingzhou mansion.

Li Changping's hand trembled slightly when he received the holy order, he didn't expect that the holy lord did not reproach him for his defeat, but authorized him to stay in Dingzhou to recuperate from his injuries, which meant that he did not want to withdraw the military order.

The Sacred Heart is forgiving, but it is unpredictable.

Since the Dingzhou matter has been judged, Gu Jiangyuan and his son have no need to stay, and the next morning, Gu Jiangyuan led an army of 10,000 out of Dingzhou City and went straight to Bianliang.

At the same time, in the Xianwang Mansion in Bianliang City, Lu Guitang is making sencha.

At that time, people were still elegant, and sencha flower arrangements were all respected, and Lu Guitang, as the son of the royal family, was naturally in charge of this thing.

It's just that sencha is a hassle after all:

Its boiling, such as fish eyes, has a slight sound, and is a boil; The edge of the edge is like a spring with beads, and it is two boiling; Teng waves and drum waves, for three boiling, has been on, the water is old, not edible. The first boiling, then the amount of hydration, adjust it to the salt taste, said to abandon its sipping, no but Zhong its taste, the second boiling, out of the water a scoop, with a bamboo ring to stimulate the soup heart, then the end of the amount when the center and down. There is a moment, like a rushing wave splashing foam, to stop it with the water that comes out, and to nurture its flower.

Lu Guitang had just fried to the second boil, and was stopped by Gu Jin again.

The girl knocked on the table, didn't look at Lu Guitang in the corner, and only said coldly: "It's boiled, the tea foam is bitter." ”

Lu Guitang complained bitterly, and suddenly regretted that he had agreed to sencha for Gu Jin this morning, obviously he had learned this method with the queen, but in Gu Jin's opinion, it was all wrong.

The man smiled lazily and groaned, hooking Shang Guyuan, who was sitting with Gu Jin.

Shang Guyuan rolled his eyes without a trace, but he obediently picked up the remaining tea bait, and the son did his best, pitiful.

Gu Jin put down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, held his cheeks and looked at the two people, as if he was infected by that person, and he was lazy unconsciously: "Shang Xiaogongzi's tea is useless, I have never seen Jinsheng, so naturally I can't understand the sacred heart." ”

Yesterday, the saint made a will to appease Dingzhou, not only did he not blame his uncle Li Changping, but even Lu Guitang's crime of arson, Lu Guitang couldn't figure out his father's mind, and since he returned home yesterday evening to this morning, he has been pestering Gu Jin to analyze his sacred heart for a long time.

But only by knowing people can she know her heart, she has never seen Jinsheng, she doesn't know what Jinsheng's temperament is, and she doesn't know what kind of expression the saint looked when he talked to Lu Guitang yesterday.

Lu Guitang wanted her to guess, so he got up early and offered his hospitality and started the sencha thing.

Gu Jin sighed, and put the book he was flipping through casually on the table, as if he was annoyed by him, as if he really guessed casually.

"Probably because of your good intentions."

"Sincerity?" Lu Guitang raised his eyebrows, wondering what sincerity he had yesterday.