The saint wanted to discuss the matter of moving the capital, and the three dukes couldn't keep their mouths shut.

As the Queen Mother explained, whether the Holy One listens to it or not, they have to do this way.

The fold is one, two, three, four, and countless articles to the following, counting the disadvantages of moving the capital, in a word, it is not feasible.

In addition, he made a large statement on the situation in Beijing, and asked the Holy Lord to return to Beijing.

Three copies a day, morning, noon and evening, and the thunder could not be moved to send to Jiangnan.

Shengshang looked at the excerpts that changed the soup but not the medicine, and put them all aside, not looking at them again.

Sun Qi stood aside, looking at it in his eyes, hanging his head and not saying a word.

The saint raised his eyelids to look at him, and said lightly: "Qi'er is also here to persuade me to go back?" ”

Sun Qi stiffly responded.

Sun Rui was defeated, Sun Xuan was honest, Sun Qi regarded himself as the successor in his heart, and naturally thought that admonishing his father was what he should do.

At that time, the military situation was urgent, and they did not persuade the saint to stay in Beijing, and that's it, today, there is no more war in the capital, why don't they go back?

The queen mother's letter to the saint, Sun Qi quietly read it.

There are no strong words on it, but the ink spots and alterations are enough to see how sad and painful the imperial grandmother was when she put pen to paper.

The imperial grandmother's restraint also revealed full of disappointment and powerlessness from behind the restraint.

Sun Qi didn't know what his father thought when he saw such a letter, anyway, he was quite sad.

In a different position, he is the king who abandoned Beijing and went south, Liu Jieyu is the queen mother who stayed in Beijing, and finally he got his mother's autograph with such content, and he could hold back for three days and three nights without sleeping.

I can't fly back.

It's not right, if it were him, he wouldn't leave Liu Jieyu and run south at all!

Not only for the heart of the queen mother's beloved son, but also for the courtiers and the people, Sun Qi originally advocated returning to Beijing, but now he couldn't hold it back, and knelt down to ask for the saint.

Referring to the previous military report, as well as the statement on the current Sangong fold, the capital did suffer some losses in the siege of Pomden, but the Xiliang army did not enter the city to fight in the streets, except for a few fires, there was not much damage in the city.

The collapsed city wall and the broken Yong'anmen Gate have been repaired day after day to recreate their previous appearance.

Under the appeasement of the officials who stayed in Beijing, the people of the capital were stable, and they were working together for the prosperity of the capital.

There is no danger in the capital, what can't you go back to?

The saint listened extremely impatiently, these great truths that Sun Qi said, on the excerpts sent by the third prince as if he were in the morning and dusk, were all explained thoroughly, where would he still be interested in listening to them again.

Besides, his reluctance to go back is a matter of stability, instability, and security in the capital?

It's him, the king of the world, whether he can sleep soundly or not!

When he went back to the capital and couldn't sleep at night, he slept peacefully and comfortably in the Jiangnan Palace, of course he chose the latter.

The saint didn't want to explain more to Sun Qi, so he simply sent him away.

Partial Sun Qi straightened up, and together with the high-ranking officials and close ministers who went south with the royal car, they had to come to read twice a day.

A few days later, Sun Qi tasted some taste of it in hindsight, and he felt that his father had a great opinion of him.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to bring a message to Jiang Muyuan, asking Jiang Muyuan to meet after returning from Dongyi.

Jiang Muyuan has been running outside these days.

Don't look at Pang Deng's defeat, there is no more big war on the head of the imperial court, but the restless people's hearts everywhere have already appeared.

Just like in the previous life, only the last straw was missing, and crises arose.

If the siege of the capital was not lifted within half a month, Jiang Shiyu freed up his hands to recruit peace and exterminate the traitors, and this chaotic wind would blow from Gyeonggi everywhere.

Although it is suppressed now, it is only temporary, and the saint is reluctant to return to Beijing, and this string will be broken at a glance.

In recent days, the first to show some instability is Dongyi.

It was originally a foreign land that was defeated, and after the war, some people went well, and naturally there were some who didn't go well.

When the saint was far away in the capital, they couldn't reach it, but when the saint came to Jiangnan, maybe they would have a chance......

Jiang Muyuan received some news, and while he had not yet set off a storm, he pressed down with the garrison, and then came back.

He met the saint first, and when he mentioned returning to Beijing, the saint avoided talking about it, and when Jiang Muyuan saw this, he shut up first and withdrew.

Sun Qi was waiting for Jiang Muyuan in the palace.

He, Sun Miao and Sun Rui had their own mansions in Beijing, and when they came to Jiangnan, they couldn't afford to build the prince's mansion for a while, so they all lived in the palace.

Sun Qi sighed: "I can't persuade my father, and because I persuaded too much, I made my father unhappy...... Does A-Yuan know why his father insisted on refusing to return to Beijing and even wanted to move the capital? ”

Jiang Muyuan took a sip of tea and said bluntly: "As far as I guess, it has something to do with the body of the saint. The Holy Lord hadn't slept well for a long time when he was in the capital, His Highness knows, right? ”

Sun Qi nodded.

The saints have had sleep problems for too long, and they can't hide it.

"Ah Yuan is saying that my father came to Jiangnan and slept soundly, so he refused to ......" Sun Qi muttered, not knowing whether to believe or doubt, "My father is ...... for this reason"

"That's what I guessed," Jiang Muyuan put down the teacup, "I'll explore it again when I meet the saint tomorrow." ”

Sun Qi said "hard work".

In the imperial study of the palace, the saint used a cup of sweet osmanthus soup.

The lotus root powder is the base, crystal clear, and the golden cinnamon is added, the aroma is more and more refreshing, and the authentic Jiangnan method is made.

This sweet soup is also available in Beijing, but after appetizing, Shengshang only thinks that Jiangnan is more delicious here.

A small cup is more to his taste than the sweet soup in Tao Zhaoyi's palace before.

After it was used, the saint said, "After Ah Yuan left, he went to Qi'er?" ”

Han Gonggong said respectfully: "Yes, I heard that when the little grandfather was still in Dongyi, His Royal Highness was in a hurry to find him." ”

"Qi'er took great pains to get me back to Beijing!" The saint snorted, picked up the fold that had just been delivered to him not long ago, and said, "Three times a day, they are not tired, I look tired!" Anyway, I'll save them some effort. ”

Han Gonggong was stunned when he heard this, and asked tentatively: "What do you mean......?"

"I'm sick." The Holy One is a serious way.

It was rare that Gonggong Han didn't turn the corner, and looked at the saint in a daze.

"I am suddenly infected with the wind and cold, and my body is unwell," the saint made a fist with his hand, and coughed heavily twice against his lips, "I want to recuperate, and it is not suitable to travel tirelessly, you go and ask the imperial doctor." ”

Han Gonggong nodded his head and answered twice, and went out of the imperial study, calling the oncoming autumn wind to blow before he woke up.

He took a deep breath and instructed the little chamberlain to invite.

The imperial doctor came and prescribed a prescription according to the meaning of the saint.

Soon, news was received everywhere that the Holy One had fallen ill.

Sun Qizheng wanted to leave Jiang Muyuan for dinner, but when he heard that the little chamberlain was coming, he didn't care about setting the table to eat, so he went to the dormitory with Jiang Muyuan to visit.

Outside the dormitory, a few brothers arrived on their front and back feet, you look at me, I look at you.

Sun Xuan had no scruples, and leaned over to ask Sun Qi: "Is my father really sick or fake?" ”

Sun Qi tugged at the corners of his lips: "What does the fifth brother think?" ”

Sun Xuan sneered and laughed.