Mo Li withdrew his hand, got up and got off the kang, and took his underwear from his hand: "Today, the concubine serves the general." ”

The man was too tall, and even Mo Li, who was tall among women, was about to reach his chin, which made her have to stand on her tiptoes from time to time. Between the movements, the already loose nightgown was a little more open, and two snow-white balls loomed under the rose-red belly pocket, and there were still a little red plums left over from last night, making Murong Chu's Adam's apple roll up and down for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that it was not early, he would have taken off his half-worn clothes again......

Finally, after Mo Li tied the belt, Murong Chu stretched out his long arm and shackled the person in his arms, and said softly: "Try not to go out these days, I will send someone to pass on the news." ”

Mo Li nodded vigorously: "You have to be careful yourself, ...... at night Come back early. ”

"Okay." Murong Chu let go of his hand, pulled Mo Li's broken hair scattered on his forehead behind his ear, picked up her face and kissed her again, "I'm leaving, you can sleep for a while." ”

The tall and straight figure left the bedroom, and Mo Li's heart seemed to be emptied, leaning weakly on the couch, but there was not even a trace of pajamas.

The sun rises in the east, the sun is extraordinarily bright, and a new day has begun, but this day is destined to be unquiet for the capital.

After the early dynasty, the crown prince went to visit the emperor, accompanied by a number of civil servants and military generals in the court, and it was no surprise that these people were once again blocked out of the Chengming Palace.

"Convey the Holy Word: I need to recuperate quietly, and everyone is not allowed to enter the Chengming Hall without a summons. The queen mother came this morning, and the saint didn't see her, His Royal Highness the Prince, please go back. The palace man guarding outside the hall said with a sharp voice.

The crown prince Zhong Hantao's face was slightly gloomy: "Please tell your father that your sons have something important to do." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the Holy One said that since the crown prince is now in charge of the country, the prince can consult with the ministers who assist him in everything." The palace people lowered their eyebrows and were respectful, but the words they said were unquestionable.

"What if Prince Ben has to see his father today?" Zhong Hantao stared at the palace people who were a little angry, and he had the posture of breaking in.

The palace people hurriedly knelt down: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the Holy Dragon is sick, please think twice." ”

The guards guarding the door on both sides took a step forward and blocked the entrance of the hall, and one of them said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, please don't embarrass us. ”

The tense atmosphere lasted only a few breaths, and the ministers under the steps of the Chengming Hall had already knelt on the ground one after another, and shouted in unison: "The ministers implore Your Majesty to summon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." ”

Zhong Hantao looked at the closed door of the palace, and finally took a few steps back and went down the steps, kneeling at the head of the ministers with his robe on.

The guards in front of the Chengming Hall retreated to their respective positions and stood straight, and the sharp-voiced palace man also stood outside the hall again, as if nothing had happened just now.

……

In the study room of the Jin Palace, Zhong Hanchi, the king of Jin, stood with his hands in his hands against the window, and his two thick eyebrows frowned slightly. He was waiting for news from all sides, planning for a long time, and he must not fall short at the last moment. The emperor's sudden illness forced him to act in advance, so much so that some plans had to be readjusted to be appropriate.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates have something to do." A voice from outside the door interrupted Zhong Hanji's thoughts.

"Come in."

A black-clothed guard pushed the door in and arched his hand: "Lord, the princess has been sent away." ”

"Got it, let's go down." It wasn't the news he was waiting for. There is no one he cares about in this palace, if it weren't for Xiao Wentong, the father-in-law, who reminded him, he would almost forget to return a princess of the Xiao family who was pregnant with his flesh and blood.

Waving off the guards, Zhong Hanchi returned to the bookcase and sat down and picked up the pen. Next, a secret order was quietly sent from the Jin Palace.

……

The guards outside the Chengming Hall have changed their posts, and the people kneeling at the bottom of the steps are still there, but the number has decreased. At this time, the sun was not as hot as in summer, but after all, he had been kneeling in the sun for so long, and it was with either urgency or grief that an old and frail Wenchen fainted due to physical exhaustion.

Time passed little by little, until Shen Shi, the door of the Chengming Hall finally opened. A graceful and luxurious woman in palace clothes walked out of it, and it was the Qing Guifei who was ordered to serve the sick.

Everyone looked up, only to hear a "poof", and another year of old ministers fell, and then was carried away.

Concubine Qing sighed: "His Royal Highness the Prince, what's the trouble. The emperor's dragon body has improved under the careful treatment of the imperial doctor, and now is the time to recuperate. ”

"Father Emperor Dragon is sick, why is it wrong for this prince to come to visit?" Zhong Hantao said in a deep voice.

In fact, this scene today is not what he thinks, but as the prince of the country, he needs to explain to his ministers.

"The emperor will summon the prince to meet him in a few days of recuperation, so the prince should go back first." Qing Guifei persuaded again.

"Guifei Niangniang, the old minister has something unclear, and I hope that Niangniang will give me some advice." Under the steps, the minister raised his voice.

"Please."

"Since the Holy Dragon Body is already healthy, why don't you see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"It's ......" and "Why can't we see ...... now" immediately echoed several ministers.

Qing Guifei's phoenix eyes raised slightly: "Don't forget your identity, how can the emperor wait for his beak!" ”

"The ministers don't dare, but they just implore the emperor to summon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately." The minister said again.

"So, you want to force the palace to fail?" Qing Guifei stared at the people under the steps.

"The minister didn't dare to ......" Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that Concubine Qing would come up with such a crime, and no one dared to question it for a while, but no one got up and left.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a voice sounded: "Colleagues, please listen to the old man." ”

Everyone present was looking for prestige, only to see a cyan figure walking over, it was Song Baiwu, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy.

Song Baiwu first saluted Concubine Qing, and then helped the prince up, and then said to the people under the steps: "The Holy Dragon is in poor health, and you, as courtiers, should do your best to assist His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at this time." Now that he has left behind state affairs and cannot afford to kneel here, is it not a disgrace to God? ”

"Mr. Song, we don't have any other intentions, we just care about the well-being of the saint." The next person said.

"The mood of everyone is clear to the old man, why isn't the old man the same as everyone? The old man just wanted to say that instead of spending time here, everyone should do something that benefits the country and the people. ”

This sounds very bitter and mean, although Song Baiwu is used to it casually on weekdays, he will never be so sarcastic. Everyone under the steps looked at each other, Song Baiwu was the most proud protégé of the late Jiang University Scholar, and he had a certain prestige in the court.

There were many people from the imperial examinations, and both Jiang University Scholars and Song Baiwu had served as imperial examination examiners many times, and most of these people were either protégés of Jiang University Scholars or Song Wubai's protégés.