Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 164: The Night Talk at Gongmen House
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 164: Night Talk at Gongmen House
(Hua Xiaoduo has given birth to a baby! The nth couple brought together by the novel I wrote has received good news! What a blessing! Congratulations, I wish the baby good health, and you two will be happy for a lifetime.)
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"Actually, I don't want to live in the imperial city."
Standing by the railing, Emperor Li Zhongyi of the Tang Dynasty raised his hand and pointed at the black and blue city wall in the distance to the north, and said with emotion: "It's only about ten miles outside the city before we reach the Daming Palace. The green mountains and dense forests there filter the wind and make it cool. If you are here in summer,
It's much cooler there, and you don't have to listen to the noisy ministers in the court, no one will bother you every day, and it's much more relaxed."
After dinner earlier, the emperor took Ning Que for a walk around the palace. It was called a walk, but in fact it was just a chat. It was just getting dark at this time, and the lights in Chang'an City were early, and you could still see them if you looked around.
Lots of views.
Ning Que stood next to His Majesty, looking at his slender profile, thinking how could he express such sentiments to himself? Could it be that the world's greatest hero is trapped in a deep palace and wants to find someone to chat with? It's too late.
After carefully analyzing the problems hidden in this kind of treatment, he thought of the scorching heat in Chang'an last year, and felt a strong sympathy in his heart. He said respectfully: "Then it would be better for your Majesty to move out of the city as early as possible this year."
The emperor folded his sleeves behind his back, looked at the night of the imperial city, and sighed: "Early years ago, when the queen said she wanted to move to the Daming Palace, the ministers would cry bitterly. They did not dare to say that I was neglecting political affairs, but they also had to follow the rules of their ancestors.
Come out to talk about things. Although I am the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, I often have no control over where to live. Finally, no one has dared to disobey me in person in recent years. However, even if I want to move, I have to wait until the summer has fully arrived.
, to stop those old guys’ mouths.”
Ning Que couldn't help but laugh secretly when he heard the resentment that could not be concealed in His Majesty's words.
The emperor suddenly turned around, looked at him with great interest and said: "This year I and the empress are moving to the Daming Palace, why don't you come and stay with us for two days? Xiao Yu'er always finds it boring outside the city, but in fact the scenery is extremely beautiful.
Beautiful.”
The smile on Ning Que's face faded very quickly. Hearing these words, he always felt a little awkward. It was not like an emperor inviting his favored ministers to the palace for a break. His tone was calm and casual, like an old farmer in the countryside.
Suddenly I saw a young relative coming to the county town, and warmly invited him to my farmhouse to eat some fruits, boasting that the well water was quite sweet.
His Majesty the Emperor invited him to spend the summer in the Daming Palace, and he knew exactly what this meant.
There have been imperial palaces since the beginning of the emperor, and there have been court ministers since the beginning of the imperial palace. This kind of emperor's neighbor has a noble status, and is highly respected by the people. Although he is not involved in the affairs of the court, he has great influence on the affairs of the court. Although he has a salary,
He is shallow but can earn a lot of money by writing some random poems. If in the past, Ning Que would be willing to be such a noble poet, but now he is no longer a young soldier in the border town.
In addition to having a bright future, I also saw that mysterious world, and naturally I was no longer willing.
"The students are unworthy of His Majesty's great love. It is a wonderful thing to have Your Majesty teach you the art of calligraphy day and night..."
Ning Que clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, took a peek at His Majesty's face, and said, "To be honest, students, who wouldn't want to stand out and honor their ancestors? It's just that the students have just entered the second floor and haven't seen the dean yet, so it's really inconvenient..."
"I'm just talking casually, why should I be so serious?" His Majesty the Emperor smiled slightly and said: "There are many untruths in your words. I am too lazy to talk to you. It's just about getting ahead... Chao Xiaoshu
Why don’t you want to?”
Ning Que didn't know how to answer, so he had to remain silent.
The emperor suddenly looked at him and asked: "Do you know where Chao Laoer is now?"
"Students really don't know where to go, big brother." Ning Que responded.
The emperor walked to the railing, caressed the cool stone railing with his slender palms, looked at the palace under the night, and after a moment of silence, he softly sighed and said: "Predecessors had a school of poems about palace resentment, and they ran away with red dots."
Just after he made a pun with Li Yu, he heard a pun at the imperial city gate. What kind of person is the deputy commander of the palace guard? What kind of statement is this? Ning Que was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly.
: "Sir, please don't say that. Although my waist and legs are good, they are really not that thick."
Xu Chongshan pretended to be thin and said displeased: "Although your waist is thin, your thighs must be fat, so don't be polite."
Listening to the words with a strong Hebei Dao accent and not clear and clear, Ning Que couldn't help but shudder, quickly changed the subject, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, is it too easy for our secret guard's identity to be exposed?
Are you aware of it? Before entering the palace today, Eunuch Lin pointed out my identity."
Xu Chongshan explained: "Eunuch Lin is someone close to His Majesty, so of course he knows the list of secret guards. Except for a few people in the palace, no one in the court will know your identity, including the Queen."
Ning Que felt relieved after thinking that His Majesty did not talk to him about the secret guards in front of the Queen.
Suddenly he thought of something and asked seriously: "Then... Your Highness the Princess?"
Xu Chongshan's expression was a little awkward, and he said calmly: "Guessing doesn't necessarily mean knowing. Didn't you say this before?"
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"My brother pays homage to the emperor."
"Sit down."
The emperor waved his hand casually, signaling Prince Li Peiyan to sit down, put down the memorial in his hand, and suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Have you drunk the two barrels of double steam I asked the palace to deliver to the palace last time? Do you like it?
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Li Peiyan frowned and said honestly: "That wine is too strong."
The emperor said angrily: "If the wine is not strong, what's the point of drinking? I'm telling you, you have been in poor health since you were a child and your mother hurt you so much. As a result, you have developed such a delicate body."
Li Peiyan chuckled twice and said: "Anyway, I have the emperor's brother to protect me from the wind and rain, so I will be weaker if I am weaker."
After saying this, he looked solemn, stood up from his chair, and began to enter the time period for the emperor and his ministers to report to each other. He reported: "The Xiling envoy is preparing to return, and Long Qing is also leaving Chang'an. I ask your Majesty to issue an edict.
Leave this person in the capital."
The emperor said casually: "The agreement at that time was to let the young man enter the second floor. Since he has no ability and can't enter, you can't blame me. But if the agreement is invalidated, if he wants to leave, just let him leave."
Li Peiyan was a little stunned when he heard this, and said anxiously: "Brother Emperor, this is a hostage of Yan State, how can we let him leave?"
"The Tang Dynasty was so powerful that it relied on the cavalry warriors and the spirit of never giving up, not the few hostages in Chang'an who hung around the brothel every day." The emperor said with a smile: "Back then, Emperor Yan sent the prince to Chang'an City as a hostage.
It's not to appease my heart, but to appease his own heart. If I don't accept his son, won't he have to worry every night that my cavalry will break into Chengjing at any time and rush into his palace? In order to let that
The old guy can sleep better and live a few more days, but I have no choice but to do it."
"You have to understand that it was the Emperor of Yan and the King of Southern Jin who insisted on sending the hostage to Chang'an City crying and shouting, not that I wanted this hostage. What kind of bullshit prince and prince? Didn't the Tang Dynasty raise them without spending money?
No need to waste food?”
The emperor waved his hand and said: "If Prince Longqing wants to leave, let him go. Chang'an City does not support useless people."
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He got off the carriage at the entrance of Lin 47 Lane and quietly sneaked to the narrow alley behind the courtyard. He exchanged a few secret signals through the wall. The back door of Lao Buzhai opened with a creak, and Ning Que ducked out as quickly as possible.
enter.
Taking the scalding hot towel and washing his face, he put his feet into the basin of hot water with just the right temperature. Ning Que let out a comfortable moan and felt that the fatigue and tiredness accumulated from yesterday to night had been swept away.
After a long time, my spirit finally calmed down.
In one day and one night, he climbed up the mountain behind the academy, defeated Prince Longqing, and gained the qualification to enter the second floor. From a forgotten academy student, he became a genius who was competed by the academy and the south gate of Haotian Dao.
Then he was discovered to be the owner of Huakai Tie, entered the palace, was given a meal by His Majesty, and chatted with His Majesty's family...
Shock after shock, one after another, came one after another. This kind of experience is really unimaginable, and it may be extremely difficult for anyone to replicate it in the future. It is already dizzying to the eyes of onlookers, let alone him.
This client? Until he finally lay down on a familiar bed, Ning Que was still in a daze and felt that it was extremely unreal.
Sang Sang added half a ladle of hot water to the footbath at his feet, squatted on the ground and raised her little face, looked at him and asked curiously: "Master, what does the emperor look like? Does his beard look long and white?"
"The long and white one is Santa Claus, not the Emperor."
Ning Que was lying on the quilt, pointing to his sore thighs, gesturing to Sangsang to beat them a few times, and said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, you are not actually too old. What kind of person is he? I still want to say that he is not too old."
I really can’t explain.”
This is a very honest statement. Regarding His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Ning Que's feelings have always been a bit complicated over the years. From the natural disaster to the many details of the Weicheng military camp, he can feel that the emperor today is the kind of person in the legend.
Mingjun, but every time he thought of the murder in the general's mansion and the murderers who were still sitting in the court, the word "Mingjun" would be a question mark in his heart.
Returning to Chang'an City from the frontier fortress, he began to hunt down the murderers who participated in the murder of the General's Mansion. In the process, he discovered that the emperor had not investigated the matter openly over the years, but had done many things secretly.
Those who deserved to be relegated, those who deserved to be demoted, those who deserved to be marginalized were marginalized. Although Ning Que naturally believed that these punishments were far from enough, he must admit that for a case that has been forgotten by the world for a long time and without any evidence or necessity to reverse the case,
His Majesty the Emperor has done enough.
As for the culprits of the massacre at the General's Mansion, Prince Li Peiyan and General Xiahou... one was the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, and the other was a general who was the mainstay of the empire. He was still in great glory today, and he could understand the reason.
Ning Que said silently in his heart: "Your Majesty, if you can't do anything to your own brother, then leave it to me, the student."
Sang Sang sat on the edge of the bed, waving her little fists and beating his thighs rhythmically. Looking at his face, she couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart and asked: "Is the Queen good-looking? Her Royal Highness the Princess doesn't seem to like her.
, but last time in the *** move, I heard Xiaocao say that the Queen is the most beautiful woman in the world, so His Majesty has only fallen in love with her after so many years."
Feeling the knock of his little fist, Ning Que narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "I say you should have less contact with Xiaocao. You can't learn anything from her, so you just learn to talk about the palace like a long-tongued woman.
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Sangsang said: "I'm just curious."
Ning Que suddenly thought of something, opened his eyes, sighed and said: "The Queen can't see anything special, and His Majesty the Emperor can't summarize it, but at least one thing I know is that if he goes into business, he will definitely be a good hand.
"
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The master and the servant stared at the silver box on the bed, or more precisely at the papers in the box, with distressed expressions on their faces. After being silent for a long time, Sangsang raised his head, somewhat unwillingly.
Asked: "Will everything be sent to the palace?"
Ning Que's voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Of course not, at most two-thirds, no... at most half."
Sangsang began to pick out the calligraphy from the box. Her movements were very slow and reluctant, and the expression on her face was very distressed. Ning Que was also distressed, and said with regret: "If only I had known that one day in the future I would be free to
If a piece of writing paper can be used as a banknote, how could I throw away so many and burn so many? Even if the writing is poor and the ink is too smeared, it is still okay to use half a banknote, right?
?Calculating it this way, how many banknotes have we thrown away over the years?"
After hearing this, Sang Sang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she jumped out of bed very quickly. She waved her hand and roughly pulled Ning Que out of bed. She lifted up the bed and reached in to dig around for a long time before taking out a small box. She took the box to the table.
He opened it, took out the paper inside, and said excitedly: "Master, I picked up the many pieces of paper you threw away before. Can you see if these can be exchanged for money?"
Ning Que was slightly startled. He subconsciously picked up the top piece of paper and took a look at it. He found that it was actually the mourning post that he had copied the night Zhuoer died. He was shocked and asked: "I have already thrown away this post. What are you doing?"
Did you pick it up again when the time came?"
Sangsang smiled and said nothing.
Ning Que was shocked and speechless. It took a long time to wake up. He stretched out his hands to hold Sang Sang's dark little face and said with deep emotion: "Sang Sang, how can I live without you?"
At this moment, his stomach suddenly growled.
Ning Que took back his hands and rubbed his stomach, glanced at the deep night outside the window, and said, "Isn't it still a long time before dawn?"
Ning Que said seriously: "At this time, I really miss the hot and sour noodle soup."
Sangsang asked in confusion: "I heard that the banquet in the palace has at least more than a hundred dishes. Are you not full, young master?"
Ning Que smiled sarcastically and said: "Those ignorant people, where do you think the palace is? The various delicacies at the imperial banquet are elegant and delicious, but the emphasis is on delicacy. How can they be brought up like mountains and seas? Young Master, I have also eaten at the imperial banquet.
Man, please don’t say such things outside in the future, lest others hear you and ridicule us for not having a broad vision."
Sang Sang hummed and continued to ask calmly: "The Royal Banquet must be very good, but Master, are you full?"
Ning Que's face was slightly stiff. After a moment of silence, he said honestly: "I'm really not full."
Sangsang smiled and said, "I'm going to cook some noodles."
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(You can’t cook noodles for me. Can you please give me some recommendation votes and ***? I said I was stuck today, but I still wrote 8,000 words. Recently, I have been so diligent and honest that I have been angry for days. Besides, I haven’t
I’ve changed my strength, so let’s rough it out for now, I’ll fix it tomorrow.)