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Song Xian didn't think of Xiao Lingming's words until his lust dissipated, and when he sat on the couch and took a handkerchief to roughly wipe the sticky things on his hands, he leaned over and asked, "What did you call me just now?"

Xiao Lingming didn't care about Song Xian's question at all, he was just raising his hand to pull the wet eyes in front of him.Because the eyelashes were wet with tears, a few strands stuck together, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to raise his hand to rub it, but Song Xian scratched his wrist, "What did you just say?"

Xiao Lingming's eyes wandered vacantly, "What does Your Majesty ask?"

"Let me ask you, who am I?" Song Xian knew that he couldn't see, but he still looked straight into his eyes, as if he felt that he could get rid of the empty and beautiful pair. The eyes can see some emotions hidden underneath.

Xiao Lingming shook his head, "Of course you are a saint..." After he finished speaking, he raised his sticky hands and shook them in front of his eyes, "I want to take a bath tomorrow."

Xiao Lingming couldn't see the new emperor's expression, he just sat on his knees obediently, raised his hand and shook it for the emperor to see.

Song Xianyuan just stared at him in silence for a while, but now he gradually noticed something else. Xiao Lingming had lost some weight due to his illness, and now he had a plain face, with some messy strands of black hair sticking to his cheeks He didn't open his eyes much, perhaps because he couldn't see them. His thin eyelids were half closed, and he pouted slightly, looking very aggrieved because his request for a bath was not met.

The more Song Xian looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. This was the first time he looked at Xiao Lingming's face carefully, and suddenly felt that although Xiao Lingming had beautiful features, he was actually very small.For a moment, he carefully calculated that Xiao Lingming should have been fifteen or sixteen years old when he entered the palace, and he should be twenty-six or seventeen years old now, but if he only talked about his face, he was said to be a son of seventeen or eighteen years old. Also convincing enough.

In this way, even if the concubines in the inner palace have good looks, it is exaggerated, and most of the concubines are just trying to maintain their appearance in their 20s, how can they be like him.

Seeing that there was no response, Xiao Lingming fumbled and rubbed forward, and said again, "Song Yu! I need to take a bath tomorrow."

Song Xian was forced to withdraw his thoughts by Song Yu's voice, and he couldn't get angry, so he could only sigh wordlessly, "Come here."

As soon as the new emperor finished speaking, a maidservant in lavender led a group of young palace maids to file in. The maid arrived at the couch, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes to roughly straighten the clothes of the emperor, who had got off the couch in messy clothes, and said in a low voice. Reported: "I have prepared the Hibiscus Pond in the hall."

Song Xian glanced at the court lady when he heard the words, and felt that she had a wink, so he asked, "What's your name?"

The court lady bowed her head and replied: "As the sage said, my slave's name is Su Lan."

"Being smart, I first took Li Zhi's place and followed Ming Empress to serve." Song Xian said, took another big cloak presented by the palace servants, raised his legs and knelt into the bed curtain, and put it on Xiao Lingming with his own hands. I helped him down because of blindness and handicap, and held his hand tightly all the way to Furongchi.

Furong Pool is not more beautiful than Ganquan Palace, it is just a bathing pool dug in Zhaoyang Palace, but it is better in the short distance, you can walk all the way from the warm palace without being disturbed by wind and snow.

Xiao Lingming was very obedient when he asked Song Xian to lead him along the way, until he stepped barefoot on the tiles wet by the warm spring water by the pool, then suddenly froze in place, and slowly sat down on his knees.Song Xian was afraid that he would fall, so he got off the pool first, but when Song Xianyao led Xiao Lingming down, he stood motionless.

"What's the matter?" Song Xian stepped up and asked him while sitting on the steps by the pool.

Xiao Lingming shook his head, and suddenly asked in a low voice without warning, "Are you really going to kill Ming'er?"

His words came without warning, Song Xian froze on the spot, Dang even realized that he was asking the late emperor.But after he understood it, he was even more puzzled, why did his father kill him?In order to prevent him from being buried, his father wanted him to have a peaceful future, first he was adopted, then he was established, and he was given the power of regent.

This kind of favor is afraid that there are not many concubines who can compare with it in the history books, how did they come to talk about it today, what are some secrets in it that I don't know, so that Xiao Lingming asked this question today.

Song Xian thought for a while, then coaxed: "Come down first tomorrow, it's cold up here." When Xiao Lingming was coaxed to come down and half-submerge with him in the warm pool water, he deliberately said: "Ming'er asked me, but why did I ask?" Want to kill Minger?"

Xiao Lingming lowered his eyes and thought for a while, but he curled his lips into a smile, his eyes curled up, "Ming'er knew that you would not kill Ming'er."

Song Xian said along the way: "Of course I won't kill you." Then he asked: "Why do you ask such a question tomorrow?"

Xiao Lingming's answer seemed to be wrong, "Because saints like to ask questions tomorrow."

Xiao Lingming forgot about this conversation in Furongchi.But Song Xian firmly remembered it in his heart. He keenly felt that there should be something between Xiao Lingming and the first emperor that he had missed.

Xiao Lingming's treatment of the late emperor was not...or not just what he thought.

"Lanting Pavilion." Song Xian closed the notebook in his hand, looked towards the direction of the sleeping hall, Xiao Lingming accompanied him back to Hanyuan Hall for dinner after bathing, and then lay on his lap to accompany him to read the memorial for a while before getting sleepy.Seeing that he was sleeping so deeply, Song Xian was reluctant to get him up and send him back to Zhaoyang Hall, so he personally carried him to the bed in the hall.

Lan Ting, who was dressed in a purple robe and had changed into that of Diao Temple in the inner palace, heard the call, and walked up with a bow, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"You...you go and investigate, and find out what happened in the early years after entering the palace." Song Xian explained in a deep voice, and added: "Be careful in doing things, and avoid Li Fu."

Lan Ting responded with a smile and said: "Master Li is still handling the affairs of the Hangluo Temple, so I'm not afraid."

Song Xian stood up, walked towards the bedroom, and said: "After all, Jane has been in the emperor's heart for decades. If there is really any secret here, he probably has passed a lot."

Lan Ting said yes, hesitated for a moment, and persuaded: "Saint, that empress is the first emperor after all, the aunt on your jade plate, you just leave him in the Hanyuan Hall, if you pass it on..."

Song Xian pursed his lips indifferently, paused his footsteps, turned half sideways, squinted at Lan Ting, pointed at him and said: "It depends on Lan Ting's ability. I used to see the soup as the first emperor and see the wall. As for What about you... This inner palace has been ruled by Li Fu for 20 years, and you have seen how tightly the mouths of the people inside are sewn."

"...Yes, I must imitate Li Diaosi's actions, and never let out anything that should not be known to the outside world." Lan Ting bowed slightly and nodded in response.