In his dreams?

Qu Qingyan's eyebrows jumped fiercely.

Did he really have such a bizarre dream or ......

She thought that she had come to this plane inexplicably, and the rest of the details were a little afraid to think about it anymore.

"I thought my dream just now was absurd, but I didn't expect such an absurd dream teacher to have it."

She smiled dryly, the light in the car was dim, and she didn't dare to look at Yu Youtai when her vision wandered.

Yu Youtai's eyes flashed, but he still swallowed the words on his lips: "Is it absurd? I think that's what makes me happy. ”

With a father and a mother, a wife and a child, such a life can only be considered happy in the eyes of outsiders.

Yu Youtai's exclamation made Qu Qingyan unspeakably weird, but this topic is a little weird, so don't continue to end it.

The wheels were rolling, and if it drove towards the fate of the two, the carriage followed the team escorting Gu Enyang into the capital.

Gu's mansion has been sealed, and all the people in the mansion have been imprisoned.

Yu Youtai, who could no longer live in the Gu Mansion, was brought into the Qu Mansion by Qu Qingyan.

Qu Wenhai has been extremely anxious these days, Gu Enyang is like his protective umbrella in the court, and his ability to quickly gain a foothold in the cabinet and the Ministry of Rites is all due to Gu Enyang's care.

Now that Gu Enyang's whole family has been imprisoned, it's not that he hasn't thought of a way, but Emperor Jing hasn't even been able to see him in person these days, and all the notes handed over have not been heard from.

"Qingyan, can you let me meet Master Qu alone?"

In the chrysanthemum garden, the two of them had just entered the house before they could trim and change their clothes, and Yu Youtai couldn't wait to see Qu Wenhai.

Qu Qingyan sent Qianshan to inquire, and after confirming that Qu Wenhai was in the mansion, he asked Qianshan to bring people over.

She knew that Yu Youtai had secrets in her heart that she couldn't tell outsiders, and she wouldn't embarrass him in such a situation.

Yu Youtai stayed in Qu Wenhai's study for a long time, and did not return to the chrysanthemum garden until late at night, but when Qu Qingyan got up the next morning, he had already gone to the palace with Qu Wenhai.

"Youtai, you should know that even this official will not be able to see His Majesty these days, all the general affairs will be handled by Lord Zhang, and Your Majesty will not see anyone except Lord Zhang."

"With the help of Lord Laoqu, you just need to ask Gonggong Zhao to help pass on a word, and whether Your Majesty will see me after hearing it depends on luck."

Outside the noon gate, Yu Youtai bowed to Qu Wenhai, and Qu Wenhai sighed and went to the court.

In February, the weather in the capital is still dripping into ice, everyone gathered outside the Fengtian Hall to salute and disperse in the morning, Emperor Jing still drove the Wuying Palace, and those who had something to do went to the Wuying Hall to discuss matters.

Qu Wenhai followed behind everyone, different from the previous days, with Yu Youtai's explanation, Qu Qingyan has been locking his eyes on Zhao's whole body this time.

Emperor Jing's side is the chief manager, if Zhao Quan can pass the words in, Emperor Jing's chance of summoning Yu Youtai will be a little bigger.

He has a kind of sadness in his heart, such as the sadness of the dead rabbit and the death of the fox, and the sadness of things, and he always feels that after the Gu family, the Qu family will follow in the footsteps.

"Master Qu, please stay."

Qu Wenhai's identity is worthy of Zhao Quan's personal obstruction, and Emperor Jing has already explained that Gu Enyang will not summon Qu Wenhai before he disposes of it, so all the stewards and eunuchs in the Wuying Palace will speak out to stop him.

Qu Wenhai smiled embarrassedly, and only arched his hand: "Manager Zhao, this official has something to ask for." ”

He was afraid that Zhao Quan would refuse, so he hurriedly leaned over and whispered: "Yu Youtai, the official of Shaanxi Province, is waiting for His Majesty to summon him outside the noon gate, he has something to say that he wants to bother Chief Manager Zhao to bring to His Majesty, he said that he knows Gu Wanrong. ”

Gu Wanrong's three words successfully made Zhao Quan's face tighten, he followed Emperor Jing when he entered the palace when he was a child, Emperor Jing was only the prince at that time, and he also entered and exited the Gu Mansion with Emperor Jing.

Having been to Gu's Mansion, he knew who Gu Wanrong was.

Zhao Quan felt bitter in his mouth, this Qu Wenhai was too inauthentic, knowing that he didn't want to touch these things, he didn't even want to touch them, but he didn't even give him a chance to refuse if he said it so quickly!

"Manager Zhao, I'm tired."

Yu Youtai did not mention Gu Wanrong's identity to Qu Wenhai, but Qu Wenhai has been in Beijing for a few years, and how could he not know that the Gu family was a famous lady in Beijing back then.

Although Zhao Quan's mouth was full of bitter taste, he really didn't dare not pass on this, Emperor Jing's attitude towards the Gu family and Gu Enyang was too weird, if he suppressed this matter without authorization, if this matter reached Emperor Jing's ears one day in the future, he was afraid that he would fall into Emperor Jing's suspicion.

What they want is loyalty and the trust of their masters.

Don't dare to hide or slack off, Zhao Quan responded lightly and quickly entered the hall.

In the hall, Zhang Qianyuan was holding a note in his hand, and was about to impeach Gu Enyang.

Zhao Quan walked all the way to Emperor Jing's side, leaned over and whispered Qu Wenhai's words again, and sure enough, he saw that Emperor Jing's face changed slightly, and his hand on the bookcase was already trembling slightly.

"I'm not feeling well, I won't discuss politics today, so you can step down."

Don't talk about politics? The beard on Zhang Qianyuan's chin trembled, if he didn't have the wrong intention, Gu Enyang's case of collaborating with the enemy was Emperor Jing urging him to speed up the processing, and he couldn't have ordered Gu Enyang to be cut tomorrow, why did he suddenly not discuss politics?

No matter how much doubt he had in his heart, he didn't dare to question it out loud, and bowed down and exited the hall.

Zhao Quan, who followed them out of the hall was Zhao Quan, who went straight to the noon gate when he left the Wuying Palace.

A mere fifth-grade official is such a big identity, and he can actually let him, the chief administrator of the big house, greet him personally.

Qu Wenhai watched Yu Youtai being personally introduced to the palace gate by Zhao Quan outside the gate, and finally went to the Ministry of Rites with confidence.

The huge palace gate was like the mouth of a flood beast, allowing him to step into it step by step and then be swallowed up.

"Lord Yu, Your Majesty is in the palace, please come in."

Zhao Quan had not seen Yu Youtai's appearance in detail before, and once every three years, the most important thing in the Ming Dynasty was the champions and scholars.

There are not a few people who can enter the office, but those who can get ahead are too limited, Zhao Quan is not a little eunuch who has never seen the world, he has followed Emperor Jing for many years, and only one Enke champion can't get into his eyes.

This was the first time he used his afterglow to look at a person, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became, and in the end, he didn't even want to enter the door of the main hall, so he only let Yu Youtai walk in by himself.

This day is just going to come sooner or later.

Yu Youtai stood in front of the door of the hall, closed his eyes, and walked in indifferently.

"Minister, Shaanxi Province, according to the judges, Yu Youtai see Your Majesty."

As he did every time he entered the palace in the past, he knelt down with the hem of his official robe and kowtowed to Emperor Jing.

He lay on the cold stone slab, waiting for a majestic voice above him to call him up.

Emperor Jing sat on the throne, looking at the slightly thin figure on the bluestone floor in a daze, countless pictures flashed in front of him, and he couldn't find his voice.