Four hundred and seventieth chapters Hongzhuang Xiang case
"When you touch my spring sorrow, it becomes tactful, and when it touches my mood, it becomes more lingering." [Six Chapters of a Floating Life]
Song Du's reaction seemed to be coquettish and timid, but in fact she was feeling miserable in her heart. She was one year younger than the emperor, and whenever she got along with the emperor, she always looked more like a brother and sister. The things that Guo Cainu once described to her about Dun Lun had never happened before.
This was realized in a moment, which made Song Du feel uncomfortable. If the emperor did not like her, Song Du would not believe it no matter what. But if the emperor liked her, why did even Empress Dong...
In addition to worries, the girl also has self-esteem. Just as she grows older, she has more and more things that she refuses to share with her deputy, who treats her like a sister. Naturally, she also refuses to reveal the fact that the emperor is not in love with her.
Give Fushou.
"Don't they say that the imperial officers are good at fighting and are elite soldiers?" Song Du looked at Fu Shou busy and hid his thoughts in his eyes, muttering: "Why does Your Majesty still want to go on a personal expedition? I don't know how many people have to worry about it."
"Your Majesty is smart and discerning. There is a reason why he chose to conquer it himself. Wasn't it the same when he conquered Hedong? Since we don't understand the affairs of the previous dynasty, we shouldn't talk nonsense." Fu Shou raised his eyelids with a hint of warning.
He looked at Song Du: "Did Duke Song send someone to the palace again to send you a message?"
Zhao Cainv heard this from the side, and without waiting for instructions, she put away her needle and thread vigilantly, quietly instructing Zou, Feng Fangnv and others to pack up their things and go outside. Guo Cainv, who was following Song Du, was half a beat slower.
He glanced at Song Du with a guilty look, and then followed Zhao Cainu and others out of the Xiang Pavilion.
Fu Shou and Song Du were the only two people left in the hall. Half-sewn shoes, socks, and clothes were scattered on the couch. Fu Shou held the clothes sewn into a ball by Song Du and carefully used scissors to unravel the threads.
She didn't need Song Du to tell her, she knew what was going on.
Because not only Song Du's father Song Hong, but also her brother Fu De, have recently inquired from her through various channels. First, they wanted to know what arrangements the emperor would have for the ministers left behind in Chang'an during the Eastern Campaign; second,
I came here hoping to influence the previous dynasty through the harem and bring some benefits to these Qi Wans.
Fu Shou was also difficult to deal with. Deep down in her heart, she didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't completely ignore the family that had raised and educated her. Fortunately, this time it was just her brother Fu De who came to tell her the news, indicating that her father Fu Wan did not support her, so she could just ignore it.
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But what if this happened again in the future? Fu Shou asked himself, if her father Fu Wan personally requested it, could he still turn a blind eye?
"Aweng did ask someone to bring me a message." Song Du lowered his eyebrows and said slightly distressed. He didn't notice at all that Fu Shou's hand holding the thread beside him failed to pass through the needle: "But I didn't respond.
."
Fu Shou looked at the needle and thread for a while and asked in surprise: "Why?"
"My Aweng is a little confused in his work and cannot be a high-ranking official. When he was the governor of Changshan, he only knew how to communicate with the local Zhang family and other people to brag. As for governing the people, he left it all to his subordinates. His achievements have never been achieved.
There have been mistakes, and the mistakes are all his." In front of Fushou, Song Du said about her father without hesitation: "The current Dr. Zhongsan is still suitable for him, not to mention the last time I interceded for him.
, Your Majesty gave me a lesson, and I will never dare to say it again no matter what."
Fu Shou had known for a long time that the Emperor was the only one in the eyes of the Song Dynasty, but he did not expect that the other party would value the Emperor more than anything else. It was the first time that Fu Shou envied Song Du for his own liking without any scruples.
"Ah, I have to go back." Song Du stood up angrily and said: "Originally I wanted to invite my sister to play on the swing together, but who knew I wasted my time here. It's late, so I went first."
After saying that, he ran to the entrance of the palace in small steps.
"Huh?" Fu Shou subconsciously called out, "You won't join me in weaving clothes for His Majesty?"
"If I don't knit anymore, I won't be able to do it." Song Du showed a mischievous smile at the door: "Just now I was halfway through sewing and I didn't know where the needle was sticking. How can I embroider again?"
Fu Shou panicked and didn't care to answer her. He immediately lowered his head to look for the needle. Soon he heard no sound outside the door, and when he raised his head, Song Du was gone.
"Eh..." Fu Shou sighed. What she said just now made her not focus on sewing anymore. She only took out the needle left by Song Du from the clothes, then put the things aside and came out sadly.
Obsessed.
It was almost evening, and candles began to light up in the palace. Fu Shou didn't notice it until the emperor quietly walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
When the emperor came to Fushou Palace, he never followed the etiquette rules for welcoming him or her. He came in and out as casually as if he were coming in and out of his own palace. The palace people were already used to it, and they didn't even tell Fushou in advance.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Fu Shou was startled and was about to stand up, but was stopped by the emperor's hand.
"Sew this under the lamp, be careful with your eyes." The emperor casually sat down on the couch, picked up a half-sewn silk shoe, and compared it with his own feet. The size was only slightly longer.
Just right, not too big or too small: "Your skills are getting better and better, it will definitely be comfortable to wear."
Fu Shou still smiled and thanked her. Since she took charge of the weaving room in the palace, almost all the emperor's clothes were sewn by her. For this reason, many people praised her for her virtue, but Empress Dong ridiculed her for taking away the embroidery.
A woman's job, but Fu Shou never mixed other thoughts with her. Compared with Song Dynasty, her feelings for the emperor were more like a glass of warm water, often ignored, but indispensable.
The emperor knew her meek temper and was not surprised. After looking at the silk shoes for a few times, he placed them on the table. The black sleeves shone brightly in the candlelight, and the emperor's eyes were still bright.
He thought for a while and took the initiative to say: "Fu De is quite old. People of this age have ambitions that are not willing to accept the world. I want to appoint him as a minister in two days, holding a halberd in front of the palace and guarding the palace gate.
When we go on an expedition, please stay with me as a chariot and rider, so that he will not have anything to do all day long. This is also a burden for you, Aweng."
"Your Majesty..." Fu Shou didn't know where the other party saw her thoughts, let alone that the emperor would be so considerate of her. Fortunately, she had doubted the emperor's feelings for her. Now she felt really guilty and moved.
Tears kept rolling in his eyes, as if they would roll down at any time along with choking.
"Okay." The emperor just wanted to transfer the restless Fu De away, so as not to keep him in Chang'an and become a hindrance, but he didn't expect Fu Shou to have such a big reaction. It seemed that Fu De was already a restless general.
Zhan came to the palace: "You are the most knowledgeable." The emperor looked calm and said seriously: "If you have anything to say, just say it. It's up to me whether you listen or not. I won't blame you."
Seeing that Fu Shou couldn't control his feelings, the emperor suddenly felt affection in his heart. He put his arms around Fu Shou's shoulders, patted her gently, and kissed her face, until Fu Shou's fair face turned as red and hot as charcoal.
It becomes even more charming under the candlelight.