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Song Xian knelt on the dragon-patterned white stone bricks at the foot of the Hanyuan Hall for two hours, and with Lan Ting's support, he barely got up. Lan Ting didn't dare to ask what happened in the Hanyuan Hall that caused the emperor to be so angry with his master Furious, he just supported Song Xian silently, and walked out with one foot lightly and one foot deep.

The matter that Song Xian made the emperor furious and punished him to kneel under the steps of the Hanyuan Palace had spread throughout the government and the public before the next morning, and it was inevitable to discuss it for a while.But Song Xian still acted like a normal person, as if no gossip could reach his ears.

It's just that no matter how depressed he was, he still felt something was wrong after a few days like this. He never expected that the side in the Hanyuan Hall that day would be Xiangfu's fourth year. The last time he and Xiao Lingming met in private.

From this day on, Xiao Lingming has completely become the mother of the country behind the beaded curtain for him.Song Xian asked the inner palace to see him many times, but his father was not angry, but just took the trouble to return Song Xian's invitation to enter the palace over and over again.

Even Xiao Lingming, even Xiao Lingming didn't want to see him, and whenever he used political affairs as an excuse to try to make a private statement in private, he would stop him neither hard nor softly.

So two or three, Song Xian didn't want to involve him in front of the emperor, so he had to give up.Just like the rest of the courtiers, in front of His Majesty Dan, in front of the screen, from bottom to top, through an insurmountable barrier, looking up at the indescribably precious Empress Ming Yi.

"...There's a lot of snow this winter, Lao Aiqing has to worry a lot." Xiao Lingming's natural and indifferent voice came from the steps, and it drifted into Song Xian's ears.

Song Xian glanced up subconsciously, Xiao Lingming's face behind the hazy embroidered screen was blurred and unrecognizable, only the conspicuous silhouette of the black court dress was reflected through the warm golden silk satin.

As if the one sitting on it was just a statue symbolizing supreme power, Song Xian suddenly seemed to feel something, he felt that the soft person in Zhaoyang Hall had disappeared without a sound.

It seems that last year's autumn and winter were extremely cold, and the weak and docile imperial concubine could not make it through, and stayed together with Sui'er in the autumn and winter of Xiangfu's three years.

As soon as the other party had heard about the snow in winter, a minister from the Ministry of Rituals stepped forward and said, "Empress, now that New Year's Day has passed and the New Year is approaching, is this year's New Year's feast still in accordance with last year's old rules? I hope you will show me." , the Ministry of Rites can make plans early."

Xiao Lingming frowned, he wanted to say it was still the same, but the emperor's body these days is really...

"...On this matter, I will discuss this matter with the sage before making a decision. If there is nothing to do, I will leave." After Xiao Lingming finished speaking, he slowly got up and supported Li Zhi's hand, and left in the lingering sound of all the ministers bowing their heads and calling him a thousand years old. go.

Sanerling Sansanwu Jiusi Linger.

The snow this winter has fallen cleanly and thickly. Xiao Lingming liked it very much in the past.But now the object of entry is such a large piece of silver, so white that it is frighteningly white, reminding him of the plains that would be in the Great Yuan Imperial City during the national funeral.

Seeing him slowly stopping in the corridor, Li Zhi looked dignified, put the dark sable fur on his shoulders for him, and couldn't hold back his concern: "Ma'am, do you have something on your mind?"

Xiao Lingming felt that he had crossed the line, but he didn't reprimand him, and casually said, "Gu just thinks that this year's snow is too white, and it's too bright." He asked again, "Prince Rui still sends in the post."

Li Zhi replied, "Never have."

When Xiao Lingming returned to the inner hall, Song Yufang got up not long ago, hadn't changed yet, and was still wearing layers of plain white pajamas, Xiao Lingming was probably influenced by what he had just thought, and when he saw it, his eyes twitched.

He took the decoction from Li Fu's hand, and when he was sitting beside Emperor Wu, he mentioned the New Year's banquet to him. When the emperor saw him talking, he looked hesitant, and asked casually, "What? ?”

"It's not that I believe it, it's just that it's been very cold these days, and you're so bad, you always want to..." He hesitated to speak, but was interrupted by Song Yu's hand on his lips, "Life and death , not here." The Son of Heaven said calmly.

Since ancient times, in the old age, there are few kings who do not strive for longevity, or their ambitions are not fulfilled, or they are reluctant to give up the emperor in the world.

The emperor on earth is the ultimate in a mortal's life, the more so, the more reluctant to let go, but Song Yu...

Xiao Lingming thought: at Song Yu's age, if he wanted to start studying esoteric scriptures, performing sacrifices and worshiping the heavens, such a request would not even count as a request for longevity.The first emperor was so bewildered, drinking, sex, and dancing, that he had lived to such an age, if there was no such a rebellious son as Song Yu, he might still be able to survive for a long time.But today, until now, he has not reached the age when the eldest prince of the first emperor went.

But Emperor Wu didn't seem to have any such thoughts at all, and he always stared openly and calmly at the end of what he could see.

Xiao Lingming pursed his lips, "Don't say that." Then he put his arms around Song Yu's waist, buried his head in Song Yu's waist, and deliberately joked in a muffled voice, "Morrow wants to live a little longer Woolen cloth."

Song Yu coughed lightly twice, stroked Xiao Lingming's soft hair, "Want to live tomorrow?"

Xiao Lingming is not as panicked about this question as he was when he was the imperial concubine.He raised his face a little, and looked straight up at Song Yu. He just looked at him like this, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled brightly, and shook his head obediently, "Ming'er will go with you."

Song Yu snorted and laughed, "That's why we distanced ourselves from Song Xian and didn't see him." He paused and asked, "Afraid that he might be sad?"

"He really likes Minger a little...Minger can't give him anything, that's all he can do." Xiao Lingming spoke frankly and softly.

Emperor Wu covered Xiao Lingming's delicate and warm cheek with his whole hand, rubbed it, and asked, "Then why did you provoke him?"

"He was the one who provoked me first!" Xiao Lingming raised his voice slightly, and said indignantly.

After hearing this, Emperor Wu gave a serious oh, but he didn't believe it at all, but said: "Really? The third child really deserves it."

Xiao Lingming simply went back, "The New Year's banquet will be held in the same way as last year?"

Emperor Wu hummed, and couldn't help coughing violently. Xiao Lingming quickly sat up and called for tea, and patted the emperor's back again.

What Li Fu offered was not tea, but medicine, Emperor Wu took it with his hands and drank it down, finally calming the pain in his lungs, seeing Xiao Lingming pinching a sleeve, he wanted to lie down and talk.

The emperor who guessed what he was going to say simply raised his hand and sent him away, "Don't be bored with me every day like when you were a child, go and read the memorial."

"You..." Xiao Lingming stood up, wanting to speak without giving up, but finally held back, "Then go and approve the papers tomorrow, and have dinner with you later."

After Xiao Lingming left, Li Fu, who knew the serious condition of the emperor, also opened his mouth to persuade, "You are like this...", but just said three words, and Li Fu, without emotion, called Li Fu as a warning and stopped the words. in the mouth.

After a long time, the emperor suddenly laughed and said, "This is a very different temperament."

"You mean, Princess Qinghe and the young master?" Li Fu bent over, moved closer, and asked in a low voice.

The emperor put his hand on his knee and patted his knee, "Lingyi is a person who can't hold a grain of sand in her eyes. I missed the slightest bit of meaning to ask her to retreat to the harem. She just remembered it and remembered it by rote." The bottom of my heart, such a big thing happened later."

Li Fu could only answer: "The princess is different from ordinary women."

"Ming'er." The Son of Heaven sighed, "You have seen everything about Sui'er, how do you feel?"

Li Fu thought for a while, "Simply crisp." After a pause, he continued: "Skilled."

After hearing this, the Son of Heaven snorted and said, "It's really beautiful and sophisticated. Ming'er is cruel and soft-hearted. He can cut the knife, but he can also stop the blade... It's rare."

Song Yu said, feeling something in his heart, "I have treated him badly all these years, very badly. But he never complained at all... He remembered from the beginning to the end, remembered that I took him away from Linxia Palace, and sincerely remembered my relationship with him. His days in Hanyuan Hall."

Song Yu's voice was hoarse for a moment, "...Ming'er is a kind-hearted person who never holds grudges."

Li Fu was silent for a while, and after a long time, she said softly, "You have been working so hard for the little nobleman to be raised so well."