Su Hanshan nodded.

Thinking of the Dali Siqing who was weak and sweaty, he was about to say something, but he saw the maid Zhiqin walking in from outside the hall.

"Your Highness, someone from the palace has sent a message that His Majesty has summoned you. ”

Li Tianxia's expression was wonderful: "Now?"

The maid Zhiqin said, "Yes, the carriage is waiting outside the mansion. ”

Li Tianxia turned his head to look at Su Hanshan.

For some reason, Su Hanshan, who heard that his father had summoned him, suddenly became a little nervous.

I couldn't help but pick up the cup next to me and take a sip of tea.

Putting it down gently, I still felt that I couldn't quench my thirst, so I took off the lid of the cup and simply drank the tea in the cup.

The prince of the Southern Dynasty saw Su Hanshan's absent-mindedness, and said: "It's much better to see your biological father than to see those killers......, right?"

Su Hanshan didn't know.

From the moment he stepped into Tiandu City, he expected that this moment would come, sooner or later.

I didn't think to run away, after all, it was his dear person whose blood was thicker than water.

It's just that the Taohuashan Temple of the Southern Dynasty often dreamed of his father's face for fifteen years, and now that he is about to see each other, it is inevitable that he will be a little excited and overwhelmed.

After a dozen breaths to calm his heart, Su Hanshan got up and straightened his shirt and bun.

Accustomed to this costume, he didn't try the exquisite brocade clothes and exquisite accessories made by the famous teachers in the palace, this is the case in the plum garden, and it is still the same when he enters the palace to see the saint.

The maid Zhiqin led Su Hanshan out of the house.

Then the Nine Emperor Princes of the Sutang Empire was invited into a luxurious carriage dedicated to the royal family and drove all the way to the Tianqian Palace.

......

The carriage drove slowly and steadily in the not wide lane. Compared to the north back road, there are no bumps in this palace castle at all.

Of course, the quality of the carriage also had a slight advantage. The exclusive means of transportation for the royal family is not comparable to the ones bought casually in the market.

It's just that the Nine Emperor Princes in the carriage obviously didn't have any intention to enjoy comfort, and he was still a little absent-minded.

I lifted the curtains of the car and looked outside, but found that I couldn't see anything except the Miyagi guards who appeared at an average distance of 50 meters, and my view was all blocked by the cornices of the walled courtyard.

The carriage took about a cup of tea before stopping outside the Tianqian Palace. The young eunuch who was driving the carriage took Su Hanshan and got off the carriage and began to walk.

Tianqian Palace is much wider than expected.

There are patches of green lakes, rockeries, and many exotic flowers and plants that do not wither in early winter. Of course, the Red Pillar Rain Gallery is indispensable.

In front of a somewhat remote palace gate, the young eunuch respectfully retired to the Nine Emperors.

Su Hanshan looked up at the three big golden characters in the imperial study, looked around again, and was surprised to find that there was not even a guard in such an important place, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

He walked in.

Facing the door of the imperial study hall is naturally a spacious and neat council hall, there are no too many carved beams and paintings, and there are no jade porcelain and all kinds of beaded decorations, except for the pear wood tables, chairs and bookshelves, there are only rows of rows of books and some hanging paintings.

Only then did Su Hanshan realize.

It turns out that the so-called spacious feeling is just a presentation of simplicity. Carefully calculated, the area of this imperial study is smaller than the council hall in the plum garden.

This feeling of quiet and comfort seems to have allowed him to find some resonance with his father.

He stood in the council hall and quietly admired the paintings hanging on the four walls, and he couldn't help but compare these with the collection of the Thousand Lamps Tower in Luofu Mountain.

It didn't take long for Su Hanshan, who was immersed in the appreciation of the painting, to suddenly hear a voice from behind the beaded curtains: "What are you doing outside?

Su Hanshan, who heard the sound, was really stunned for a moment, and then realized that there was someone in the side room behind the bead curtain curtain.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his feet and walked towards the side room.

He saw two people.

After sitting on the dragon case, he was about fifty years old, and his clothes and appearance, especially the man who revealed a noble imperial spirit between his eyebrows. Beside the man, there was also a gray-haired, snow-silver dust in his hand, and a jade bowl of close eunuchs.

Su Hanshan couldn't help but glance at the man more, thinking that this was his father and emperor that he had dreamed of countless days and nights, the male lord of the Spring and Autumn Generation, Emperor Tang Jingyou?

The Nine Emperors, who had learned a lot of court etiquette with Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, lifted the placket of his green shirt and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "The son of the emperor to meet his father." ”

After the dragon case, Emperor Jingyou, who was busy dealing with the notebook, hummed: "Get up." ”

"Father Xie. ”

Su Hanshan raised his head slightly, and secretly glanced at his father, who was very cordial, before standing up and waiting quietly aside.

The ensuing study fell silent for a while.

Emperor Jingyou kept waving the pen in his hand, reviewing the manuscripts submitted by various ministries. Didn't speak, didn't look up.

The silver-haired Wei Chitose of the Wei Mink Temple waited respectfully, motionless.

Su Hanshan lowered his head.

Since he was a child, he has a strong ability to distinguish tastes, and he sniffed lightly, and concluded that what the mink temple was holding in his hand should be some kind of medicinal food that conditioned the body.

Remembering that when his father sent an envoy to summon him to return to the north, he said that he was seriously ill, and Su Hanshan did not ask about the specific illness at that time, but now he saw that his father had always been inseparable from medicinal food, and he couldn't help but be concerned.

The silence in the imperial study did not last long, and Emperor Jingyou finally finished reading all the books, put the pen in his hand lightly, stretched his waist, and beat his slightly sore shoulders.

How dare Wei Diao Temple let His Majesty do it himself, he hurriedly put the medicinal food in his hand on the dragon case, walked behind Emperor Jingyou, and pinched his back and beat his shoulders.

But Emperor Jingyou said, "I came by myself, and I am not paralyzed and unable to move......!

Wei Mink Temple bowed and took a few steps back, and then picked up the medicinal food that was ready to be eaten on the dragon case. Holding the spoon and mixing it, he sent it to Emperor Jingyou: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that this medicine cannot be stopped." ”

Emperor Jingyou glanced at Wei Diao Temple: "When did you learn to manage me with Brother Longwang?

Wei Mink Temple lowered his head and smiled.

I had no choice but to put the medicinal diet back down, and then retreated, and when I left, I didn't forget to glance at Su Hanshan, the Nine Emperor Princes, who happened to look up.

The two looked at each other.

Su Hanshan will know what he wants.

I only heard Emperor Jingyou say: "What happened to the congenital hidden disease? Over the years, have there been attacks?"

Su Hanshan looked at his father and said truthfully: "Master and the monks of Zenkong National Temple are very good to their sons, and they have not been sick for ten years since they cultivated the Taixuan Sutra. ”

Emperor Jingyou smiled and said, "It seems that those old monks are quite trustworthy!

Su Hanshan said: "Master said that if you cultivate to become a golden Buddha, you may be able to recover. ”

As if he could see that Su Hanshan had no martial arts cultivation, Emperor Jingyou comforted and said, "Don't worry. In a few days, my father will send you to Tianfu Mountain, and then you will follow the Heaven Replenishment Sect to teach Lord Shenque to practice. The golden body of Buddhism or the astrological signs of Taoism, I think it will be helpful for you to heal your congenital hidden diseases. ”

A burst of warmth arose in Su Hanshan's heart.

Regardless of the courtesy of the monarch and the minister, he said from the perspective of the Son of Man: "What about you, father?"

"I?"

"Father's Illness ......"

"Old diseases left over from your youth, don't listen to them alarmist. ”

"But the medicine that should be taken still can't be stopped......"