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The weather is cold, and who doesn't want to have a little more grace to warm their cold hearts.

The palace is much taller than Chunqing imagined.

The green bricks and green tiles, the cornices and carved walls, are rich and glorious, and the golden light is shining.

Even the guards at the gate of the palace are not good-looking.

Everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that Chunqing is a senior face control, so she can't help but take a few more looks.

Until Song Hui's face turned dark, he gritted his teeth in Chunqing's ear and whispered, "I haven't seen enough!" Chunqing reluctantly closed his gaze and honestly followed behind his father-in-law.

Song Hui looked deeply at the two guards guarding the gate of the palace with a gloomy face, it seems that Ming'er has to find a time to talk to the chief of the guard, move the position of these two people, and move to the cold palace to guard the door.

Chunqing felt that it was a long way to go all the way to Huaqing Palace, where Concubine Ru lived.

Fortunately, she only combed a simple wishful bun, and her head was only adorned with a few beaded flowers. Song Jingruo's situation is very bad.

In order to suppress Chunqing, Song Jingruo deliberately combed the complicated peony delphinium, red gold agate tassels, cat's eye ruby ornaments, green jade hairpins and beige pearl pendants, and the entire Tianling cover is dazzling and dazzling.

Her fair-skinned little neck was pitiful, and she was almost crushed by this thousand-pound head.

Along the way, Chunqing looked at Song Jingruo every time she worried about her neck.

And Chunqing really doesn't understand, Song Jingruo made her head look like she was going to a jewelry fair, is it really good, she can't see where the beauty is at all, she only feels that the golden light is dazzling, and Song Jingruo may be blinded if she looks at it a few times.

Just when Chunqing's feet and neck felt a little sore, he finally walked to the gate of Huaqing Palace.

Chunqing only felt a slight fever, Song Jingruo was already sweating and panting, plus she had been smoked all the way by the strong smell of the snack bag in the carriage before, and her face was pale at this time as if she had been sucked dry of blood.

Although Song Hui was the younger brother of Concubine Ru's mother, he still couldn't meet his sister privately without a summons from the Holy Decree.

Seeing Chunqing and Song Jingruo being led in by the palace maids of Huaqing Palace, Song Hui stood at the gate of Huaqing Palace, looking up at the words written by the three royal pens of "Huaqing Palace" with a solemn expression.

The father-in-law who led the way sighed in his heart, and also looked up at the plaque, Concubine Ru has been tireless for many years since she entered the palace, but only this heir has not been heard from.

After a while, the chamberlain said: "Lord Shizi, the emperor is still waiting for you." The tone was cautious.

Song Hui exhaled slowly, looked down, and followed the chamberlain all the way to the imperial study where the emperor was.

In recent days, there have been many wars on the border of eastern Liaodong, and the people are struggling to make a living. The court debated this matter endlessly, and the smell of gunpowder was quite strong.

It can be roughly divided into two camps.

The faction represented by Shen Zeming, the general of the Flying Tigers, advocated peace and proximity, advanced by retreat, and resolved the problem by peaceful means. The faction represented by the imperial historian Zhang Shirong advocated going to war and using violent means to completely wipe out the eastern Liaodong border at one time.

The two sides insisted on their own arguments and did not give in to each other.

Song Hui agreed with Shen Zeming's point of view in his heart.

The soldiers in Liaodong had just returned from the Northwest Battlefield and were mentally exhausted, so they were naturally not suitable to go on the expedition. The Fenggu army led by Shen Zeming was all from the Central Plains, and it was impossible to adapt to the cold days of Liaodong for a while.

Shen Zeming couldn't gamble with the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the whole army.

Therefore, he proposed to reward the Liao people with affinity and kindness to temporarily stabilize the restless Liao people on the border of Liaodong, and wait until the beginning of spring when the weather is warm, whether it is the local army of Liaodong that has recuperated or Shen Zeming's Fenggu army, the Liao people who are in turmoil can be taken down in one fell swoop.

Why fight for a while! Shen Zeming never did anything about damaging the enemy by one thousand and injuring himself by eight hundred.

Song Hui privately speculated about the holy will, and he felt that the emperor also belonged to Shen Zeming.

However, a cadre of literati under the command of the imperial history opened their mouths and closed their mouths every day saying that the emperor could not be gullible and traitorous, and that he could not be destroyed in the hands of those who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

Shen Zeming was so angry that he almost arrested Zhang Shirong in court and beat him violently, but fortunately, the emperor stopped him in time. It's just that this allows Zhang Shirong to perfectly interpret the privileges of crying, making trouble and hanging himself in the Jinluan Palace.

At that moment, Song Hui, who was the commander of the Jinyi Guard, was standing behind the emperor on the left side, and he clearly saw the trembling of the corners of the emperor's mouth, he felt that the emperor's remorseful intestines were blue, and he really shouldn't have stopped Shen Zeming from beating Zhang Shirong violently.

When Song Hui entered the imperial study, the emperor was sitting at the desk with his eyebrows twisted, with a solemn expression.

"Wechen knocks on the emperor, long live my emperor." Song Hui knelt on the ground and saluted.

The emperor waved his hand and motioned for Song Hui to get up.

"What do you think about the matter in Liaodong?" The emperor took a deep breath, threw the fold in his hand aside, leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and said slowly, his tone revealing indescribable exhaustion.

Song Hui got up, and at a glance saw the words "Zhang Shirong" written on the thick fold that the emperor threw aside, and knew in his heart that Zhang Shirong must have done something like a joint letter petition again.

Jinyiwei is the emperor's personal personal guard, and he has always only done things for the emperor, and the emperor summoned him in the imperial study in private, and he must have wanted him to meddle in this matter.

Song Hui pondered for a moment, pondered the emperor's thoughts, and said: "The minister thinks that General Shen and Zhang Yushi will each take a step back, and everything will be fine." ”

The emperor squinted at Song Hui, and his inquiring eyes precipitated his appreciation for Song Hui.

Everyone said that the prince of Zhenguo Mansion was cynical and idle, and he was a well-known gentleman in the capital, and even the second master of Song, who had always regarded him as his own son, was helpless.

The emperor couldn't bear to let his descendants corrupt the ancestral foundation so much, and Concubine Ru pleaded for her unsuccessful brother many times, so he rewarded Song Hui Jinyiwei's errand and taught him several times.

As smart as Song Hui, he naturally knew that this was the only way for him to get rid of his second uncle's control, so he naturally changed his previous deliberate image of being a gentleman, and since then he has been working seriously, giving people a feeling of changing his mind and turning back as a prodigal son.

The emperor was very proud of himself, this good young man was saved by him, and he looked at Song Hui even more differently, which caused countless children of the family to be blushing.

"You can do it." After a moment of silence, the emperor said, the tiredness on his face dissipated a lot, "Come and play chess with me." ”

The corners of Song Hui's mouth twitched.

Every time he plays chess with the emperor, even if he exhausts his strength to eat, the emperor will kill him with blood.

You can't torture me like this if you're in a bad mood!

Song Hui suddenly remembered Zhou Yan's words, Zhou Yan's chess skills are so superb, he is still Chunqing's apprentice!

At this time, Chunqing and Song Jingruo had already arrived at the main hall of Huaqing Palace.