The candlelight in the Shouli Hall was bright, and there was no smoke rising from the incense burner, but there was a faint fragrance.
This is the finest incense, not at all unpleasant.
With a "dong" sound, a wooden ball hit the table, the incense burner shook and fell to the ground.
The maids were startled and rushed to pick it up to prevent the sparks from catching the carpet.
"Where's the ball? Where's my ball?"
Zhao Jin ran over with a stick in his hand, poked his head and looked under the case.
A ribbon was hung on her body, and her sleeves were wrapped into arrow sleeves. She had no shoes on her feet, only a pair of stockings that she stepped on the blanket.
This frightened the palace maids to pale, and they quickly shouted: "Princess, be careful, don't step on the stove."
This movement finally disturbed Yan Rong behind the screen...
"My little ancestor, you don't even know how many days have passed, why are you still unwilling to live in peace?"
Zhao Jin walked behind the screen with the ball stick in his hand, sat down beside the imperial concubine's chair with a smile, and said: "Take Chui Wan, you are sick and can't move, but I can move, are you angry or not?"
Yan Rong smiled.
She was still ill, and her face was pale. Her smile lacked the charm that would make a king alone, but it had more of it, which made me feel pity for her.
"Even if I am not your mother, after raising you for so many years, I should still be regarded as your loyal maid. You must come to annoy me."
Zhao Jin tilted his head, touched the jade pillow under Yan Rong's hair, and asked, "Then ask, which maid can afford this item?"
Yan Rong said leisurely: "What does this mean to me? You can go to Ji Xixi's place and have a look. Even the basin is made of gold."
"Don't hesitate to look at her."
Zhao Jin snorted and yawned, looking a little confused.
"Go and have a rest now that you're sleepy. What's the point of staying here?" Yan Rong was already a little tired after saying a few words, and said feebly, "There's no reason to get over the illness."
"It's your turn to take care of it after you're sick. Humph, you're so exhausted that you're a troublemaker to the country..."
Zhao Jin's words were harsh and his eyelids were extremely heavy. He turned around and ordered the palace servants: "Remove the candle, I will rest here tonight."
Yan Rong didn't appreciate it and complained: "You know I like to be bright, but you have to withdraw the fire."
"Bah, you deserve to be scolded by the old beards for burning people's wealth and wealth." Zhao Jin pushed Yan Rong, "Let me lie down."
"The chair is small."
"Who told you that you would not go back to the bed and lie down when you were sick?"
Yan Rong murmured in a low voice: "The officials are still discussing matters in the front hall today... An Zhi knows something very important has happened..."
"You are so stupid that you insist on getting involved in politics." Zhao Jin was really sleepy, so he muttered, leaned against the jade pillow and fell asleep.
Yan Rong waved and asked the palace maid to help him up, walked around the screen, and sat on the chair in front of the palace door.
"What on earth is going on? Dong Songchen didn't even send anyone to report it."
As soon as I finished speaking, I finally saw a small yellow door running towards me.
"My dear concubine, please forgive me. The official has always been by the official's side and cannot be free..."
"Tell me, what happened?"
"I heard that the Mongols crossed the river and attacked Ezhou... The fault lies with Yuan Jie. The senior official said that I don't know if I can save Ding Xiang this time. I asked the imperial concubine whether to save him or abandon him?"
Yan Rongcai's face turned pale after hearing the first sentence. He rolled his eyelids and fainted from fright.
…
I don't know how long it took, but when he opened his eyes again, Yan Rong felt that his body was very heavy, and his illness, which was getting better, seemed to suddenly worsen.
"Mong Meng Meng... Where are the Meng Meng Tatars?"
She has always known how miserable the Song palace family members were after the Jurchens defeated Bianliang...
There was a sound of crying not far away. Yan Rong raised his heavy eyes and looked, and saw Zhao Jin hugging his knees and huddled in the corner of the bed crying.
Yan Rong raised his head again and saw that the figure sitting there was not an official, so who was it?
"Official..."
Zhao Yun didn't speak, only a faint clicking sound could be heard.
It was his hand on the table that was shaking.
He was looking at his hands, as if trying to stop trembling.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Yan Rong called twice more.
Zhao Yun turned around.
He has completely lost the majesty of the king of the country in the past, his eyes are lifeless, and there is only endless fear and dullness in his eyes.
The trembling lips were bloodless and trembling, making no sound.
Yan Rong didn't ask any more questions, only feeling overwhelming fear and despair.
Her head felt so heavy that she thought she would die of illness.
The sooner you die of illness, the better...
~~
Zhao Yun originally consulted with the ministers at His Highness Xuan De all night. These ministers did not include Ding Daquan, and Zhao Yun no longer trusted him.
During this discussion, Zhao Yun almost lost his composure several times.
Therefore, when he heard the report that something had happened to Concubine Yan and Princess Rui, he made an excuse to come out for some air.
Now that I'm here, I'm not in the mood to care about my concubine and daughter.
He just sits.
This is the only place in the palace where he can find an excuse to sit for a while.
However, before he could calm down, those incompetent ministers were already urging them to come...
"Your Majesty, Minister Rao Hu, who is the counselor of political affairs, has something urgent to ask for."
"His Majesty?"
"His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty, Zuo Xiang Ding Daquan has urgent matters to see you."
"Shhh... let your Majesty take your time here, and then go see those foreign ministers."
The entire palace became quiet again, except for Zhao Jin's crying.
After a long time, a high-pitched voice sounded again.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court..."
"Let me stay a little longer!" Zhao Yun suddenly became furious and shouted: "Can I still run away?! Where can I run?!"
"This slave deserves to die..."
Before he finished speaking, Dong Songchen ran in again.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Zhao Yun turned his head and looked where he saw Dong Songchen holding a letter in his hand.
Subconsciously, he felt that Ezhou was missing, and he couldn't help but shrink back as if he was being shocked by electricity.
"Don't...don't take it..."
Zhao Yun pursed his lips and stooped his back.
Fortunately, there were no courtiers around at this time, so he no longer had to hide his fear.
Even though he is the emperor, he is no different from ordinary people when he is afraid.
No, he should be more afraid than ordinary people.
The shame of Jingkang is still before our eyes.
The figures of Qin and Huizong seemed to be lingering in front of me.
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
"No...this is a dream..."
Dong Songchen quickly knelt on the ground, presented the letter to Zhao Yun with both hands, and said in the gentlest tone possible: "Your Majesty, this is really an important matter."
"No... let me slow down..."
"Good thing, Your Majesty, good thing." Dong Songchen grinned and tried his best to smile, but it was even more charming.
He doesn't know if this can be said to be a good thing...
Zhao Yun finally reached out and took the letter.
When he saw it, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't see anything good.
It wasn't until one of the lines caught his eye that he froze.
It was like breathing suddenly became easier, and the feeling of suffocation was suddenly broken.
Zhao Yun picked up Dong Songchen's collar and asked, "Really?"
"Your Majesty...the chamberlain...this servant has not read this letter, so I don't know..."
"You said it was a good thing!" Zhao Yun was furious and shouted: "You said it was a good thing!"
"This slave deserves to die."
"Don't think that I don't know! If Yan Martin is to act, the country will be destroyed!"
After hearing this sentence, Yan Guifei, who was lying there, was startled and almost fainted.
Dong Songchen burst into tears and lay on the ground weeping.
"My slave deserves to die! My slave deserves to die!"
"That's enough! Yan Martin, please explain this matter to me clearly. What does it mean that 'now that Brother Meng is dead, his younger brother will definitely return to fight for the throne'? Are you sure?"
"Slave... I don't know what you mean by being an internal minister. Prime Minister Ding only said that since Li Xia was able to kill Brother Meng and regain Hanzhong, he had the power to save the world. He asserted that Meng Tatar did not need to worry, and it must be reasonable."
"anything else?!"
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Ding...Ding Daquan is selecting the Duke of De Palace."
"Quickly drive!"
…
Yan Rong closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling with fear.
However, when she opened her eyes again, she found that the official figure was no longer in the palace. Only Zhao Jin had stopped crying and raised his head, looking dazed.
"Quickly, find someone to find out what happened to Yan Martin..."
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Xuan De Hall.
Rao Huchen was glaring at Ding Daquan.
Similarly, when there was an urgent matter, Pian Ding Daquan could ask the eunuch to send a message, but he could not.
Finally, I saw the royal chariot coming quickly. Rao Huchen hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Your Majesty..."
However, the chamberlains rushed forward, stopped him outside the palace, and hurried inside with Ding Daquan in their arms.
"Your Majesty, I really have something important to report!"