The saint went to the middle palace and took a trip.

Although no one knew that Empress Xie was hysterical and wanted to fight with Shengshang to the end, from the fact that Princess Lecheng left the middle palace and hurriedly ran back, and when Shengshang left angrily, you can guess that what they talked about was not a pleasant thing, and the conversation completely collapsed.

The harem is full of people who understand.

Thinking about Shou'an, and then thinking about Le Cheng, it is not difficult to guess that the saint is for the sake of Dongyi and relatives.

Shou'an wants to keep filial piety, and Le Cheng has not negotiated, at the moment, the most important thing is the candidate.

Is the saint really ruthless to send Queen Xie's only daughter, or continue to negotiate with Dongyi, and choose one from the clan relatives or other suitable people's families.

Not only did the harem ponder, but the saint also had a headache.

Fang's move was dead, killing his own life and ruining the original plan of the Saint, and it also made his future moves have to be thrown into the trap.

Originally, the saint preferred to choose from the clan, although there is no suitable age on the surface, but from the side branch of the side branch, as long as the surname is still Sun, a few generations up, it is not the same as the people in their palace.

But now, the Holy One has to worry, and one by one they will learn the same!

Fang's would rather die to protect his daughter, with this example in front of him, which other family will honestly send his daughter to Dongyi?

Even if you are reluctant to give up and don't make some trouble, Gai Ming'er may be poked in the backbone by the capital and say that this family sells women for glory.

The more the saint thought about it, the more angry he became, urging Han Gonggong to study ink.

Han Gonggong grinded, stepped aside, glanced at the pen and paper in the hand of the saint, looked at the beginning, and was shocked.

This letter was addressed to the general of the expedition, Pounden.

The war in Shu was not over, the troops in Jiangnan were insufficient, and the candidates for peace had not been decided.

He didn't want to recruit the border guards.

The land of the Western Regions is vast, and the alien races have always been eyeing the imperial court.

If it weren't for the Gu family's surprise attack on the grassland, killing several sons of Ansu Khan, and causing civil strife in Beidi, and making the relationship between many tribes in Northern Xinjiang and Western Regions extremely delicate, the Holy Lord would not have let Gu Yunxi lead the troops from the north to the south and rush to the aid of Su Ningbo.

First, we can't give up our defenses; Second, he can't believe it.

The saint can believe in the soldiers of the northern land, because the person who led the troops is surnamed Gu, Jiang Muyuan is busy fighting Shudi, how can he let his Yue family come to Hu in Guannei?

But he didn't dare to believe Poman, he was worried that Pomandon was the next Qiao Jing.

Don't look at Pang Deng's honest sending of his three sons to Beijing, his attitude is much more correct than Qiao Jing's, but who can say for sure.

As a last resort, the saint was reluctant to let Pang Deng enter the customs.

The content of the pen is very different from what I thought, and finally the skeptical heart prevailed, and the saint crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it away, and replaced it with a new one.

This time it was written to Jiang Muyuan, asking him to discuss with Su Ningbo to borrow "a part" of the western soldiers to Shudi.

In small borrowing, it was the deputy general and the general who led the troops, not Ponton himself.

It is best to take this opportunity to collect one of the troops and supplement the forces attacking Shudi......

These words are not easy to express, and the writing on the paper is naturally very obscure, and after the saint finished writing, he looked back and forth, and still frowned.

Inappropriate......

The saint put this one to the side, patiently looked at the folding, and after the correction was completed, he put it in the box and handed it to Han Gonggong.

Gonggong Han took it, looked at the will to Jiang Muyuan, and said, "This ......"

"Let's keep it for now," the saint pressed his eyebrows, "not in a hurry." ”

Gonggong Han responded, handed over the box to the small chamberlain and sent it back to Wenying Palace, and then turned back to clean up the big case for the saint, and the will was also collected and put together with the previous folds that were not sent.

After finishing the work in hand, Gonggong Han looked up at Shengshang, only to feel that his face was not quite right.

"Holy Lord," Han Gonggong asked tentatively, "Did you call the cold wind frozen before?" Why don't you ask a doctor to come for a consultation? ”

Hearing this, the saint subconsciously probed his forehead with the back of his hand, and said coldly: "Don't worry." ”

Father-in-law Han knew his temper and didn't dare to insist.

How do you know that it is okay during the day, but in the middle of the night, the saint is sweating profusely in a half-dream and half-awake.

The saint's sleep was not good, and if he hadn't been groggy today, he probably wouldn't have been able to fall asleep early, but he didn't expect that he would be even more tired when he fell asleep than when he was awake, and he was sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water.

Father-in-law Han could only hurriedly invite the imperial doctor, and waited for the saint to wipe and change his clothes.

Tossed so much until dawn, the saint woke up, and his spirit was extremely poor.

He barely had a fever, and the little heat in the middle of the night was no longer available at the moment, and he looked at the attendants who were waiting by his side in fear, and the saint pursed his lips tightly.

Only he knows that he is not simply sick by the cold wind, he is suffering from nightmares.

In this nightmare, it is no longer Sun Rui, but the faces of the harem concubines, hiding knives and honey-bellied swords in their smiles, tender as water in the last moment, and crazy in the next moment.

The saint sat distracted for a while, and only when he heard the ringing of the Western bell did he come back to his senses.

Today is the Great Pilgrimage, and he still has to go to the court.

Gonggong Han could only persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only wait for the saint to change into a dragon robe and go to the Jinluan Palace.

It's all about the important things today.

Especially Dongyi, there is a hurry.

The manpower sent by the imperial court to pull back and forth with Dongyi did not take advantage of the slightest advantage.

Dongyi's attitude can be described as rampant.

There are many officials in the Great Dynasty Society, and compared with those old officials who weigh the pros and cons and take one step at a time, there are always some young people with strong blood in the back.

It's really not a taste to ask Dongyi to be so persecuted, and some people stand up with their necks and shout to fight to the death with Dongyi.

If one shouts, someone will follow.

The saint's already gloomy face became more and more ugly.

Doesn't he want to fight? It's just that I can't beat it!

Sick and unwell, and a group of stunned young people had a headache, Shengshang stood up and said coldly: "Let's fight, shout and fight, pack up and go to Mingzhou today, General Yu is short of manpower, everyone go over, it's good to make up the head." ”

The voice fell, and the bottom was silent for a moment.

The saint waved his sleeves and left directly.

Han Gonggong hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice and retreated.

The princes and officials knelt together, shouting "Congratulations to the saint", and only got up one after another when the bright yellow figure left.

After that, those who should go to Wenying Hall and those who want to go back to the Yamen all dispersed, and some of them gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

Cheng Guogong has been a little cold recently, and after saluting the officials he is familiar with, he planned to leave first, but he didn't want to, and before he walked out of the main hall, he called a royal history to block the way.

"Grandpa Guo," Yu Shi called, holding the fold in both hands, and said, "The Holy Lord has retreated, is my impeachment fold up or not?" ”