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Song Xian stepped into the inner hall of Zhaoyang Palace with silvery moonlight. The palace people had long been familiar with the carelessness of the new emperor and empress Ming. on the buddy.

Only Li Fu heard the emperor's footsteps, and came out slowly to stop Song Xian. Song Xian glanced at Xiao Lingming's hazy figure on the bed behind the screen, and asked, "Did you fall asleep?"

Li Fu replied in a low voice, "I've already fallen asleep."

"He..." Song Xian didn't know how to speak for a while, and changed his words after thinking for a while: "Li Fu, if you are good for him, you should..."

However, before the Son of Heaven finished speaking, Li Fu shook his head and interrupted, "If a saint can find out, it is a saint's ability, but I can't tell you."

Song Xian didn't insist, he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I'll go and have a look at him. Just look at him, don't disturb him."

Since the emperor made such a concession, Li Fu slowly bowed and retreated to the side.

Song Xian walked around the screen and walked to Empress Ming's couch.Xiao Lingming didn't seem to be sleeping soundly. He frowned slightly and curled up in the corner of the bed with the quilt in his arms. He made room for one person on such a big bed, as if he was very unaccustomed to sleeping alone.

The new emperor stared at him for a while before he noticed that he was holding a soft purse in his hand.Song Xian looked at it carefully for two or three times, and then remembered that he had been wearing this object close to him from time to time.

Song Xian wanted to take a look, but when Fang leaned over and stretched out his hand, Li Fu gently stopped him, "A saint respects himself."

Song Xian glanced at him coldly, then put on a smiling face, withdrew his hand as if he didn't care, walked out, and said to Li Fu who sent him out, "Li Diaosi is as loyal as ever. "

"It's the duty of a slave." Li Fu clasped her hands in front of her, bent her waist, and replied indifferently.

"But isn't your master your father? Isn't it true that Xiao Lingming has been disloyal to his father? Why are you protecting him instead?" Song Xian stepped down from the gate in front of Zhaoyang Hall with his hands behind his back. Steps, deliberately dropped the words out of his mouth.

But Li Fu was unmoved, avoided answering, and bowed deeply, "Send your Majesty respectfully."

However, after this day, even though the Great Yuan Palace was as impenetrable as it used to be, the new emperor and empress Ming were stared at by such pairs of eyes.Xiao Lingming didn't cooperate with Song Xian to stage the drama of mother's kindness and son's filial piety. After a long period of time, the discord between the emperor and the empress of Ming Dynasty is something that anyone with eyes can appreciate.

In the last years of the reign of Emperor Shengwenwu, the Empress of the Ming Dynasty ruled the country alone. At that time, he acted decisively and decisively. It had long been suspected in the court that he had already set foot in the state affairs under the connivance of Emperor Shengwenwu before he came to court.At that time Song Xian pretended to be gentle and good-natured, so there were many people who planned to show their affection in secret in the future, but they pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored them, and then they gradually subsided.

But today's empress of the Ming Dynasty, the curtained emperor, is different from the style of the new emperor when he first practiced Zuo, and he has the signs of fighting the new emperor, which makes those who are active in their minds tentatively reach out again, not wanting to really get the blue eyes of the empress. .

Two or three times like this, the new emperor watched coldly again, under the connivance of the court, a Ming party gradually grew up.

Among the courtiers of this school who cling to the Ming Dynasty, Hanlin is the most important one.

This little Mr. Wen became famous very early. He wrote an article full of flowers and flowers, and he was good at writing essays to criticize the current problems. He was quite famous in the Pingjing literary circle.And with his handsome appearance and extraordinary appearance, he is also the number one figure in Hao Shujuan's daughter's family, and those who have good things say with a smile that he is a peach blossom.

"Since the emperor told you to do it, your order is..." Xiao Lingming slowly wrote the word "Zhun" on the silk paper, sandwiched it in the memorial, and handed the memorial to him kneeling beside him In the hands of Wen Xing, "Since you are going to Hanyuan Palace to return the emperor's words, you can also bring this invitation letter to the emperor for Gu."

Wen Xingzhi responded with a smile, and said: "Xingzhi is just mentioning it to the empress, Xingzhi has received the favor from the empress, and thinks that the empress is the leader." He spoke flatteringly, but because he was born with outstanding facial features, It's not annoying at all.

Sure enough, Xiao Lingming just glanced at him slantly, the round fan slanted and slowly covered his lips, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he tilted his head slightly, the earrings jingled as a result, and they knocked on Wen Xingzhi's chest crisply and densely. Between the heart and the lungs.

Wen Xingzhi, who is clearly a veteran of Fengyue, is immersed in the unique sweet and bitter fragrance in the temple of this beautiful woman who holds half of the supreme power in the world. For a while, his heart feels like a drum, and his nose is sweating.

Seeing that Wen Xingzhi was about to lose his dignity, Ming Hou let him go with a condescending and light sentence, "Go down."

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After Song Xian waited for the warm decree to withdraw, the gentle expression on his face faded like turning over a book, "Is it from Zhaoyang Palace again?"

Lan Ting bowed, "Go back to the saint, yes."

Song Xian threw the booklet in his hand onto the desk and reprimanded, "Things of wishful thinking." He turned his face and asked with a smile: "Lanting, when will you finish the errand I gave you?"

"It's a slave and incompetent, but some facts are too long ago..." Lan Ting leaned over to apologize.

Song Xian didn't mean to blame him, Song Xian even subtly enjoyed the discord with Xiao Lingming.Whether it was the deliberate indifference from Xiao Lingming or the deliberate promotion of Wen Xingzhi, Song Xian finally gained a bit of popularity from Xiao Lingming, who had become more and more haggard since the late emperor left.

Song Xian asked a few words casually, then put his mind back on the notebook in his hand.

When the last batch of approval was finished, it was already pitch black. Song Xian put down his pen and asked a few questions before he realized that it was time. He stopped thinking about going to see the eldest son of the emperor, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and got up. Take a shower and get ready for bed.

After the court, Song Xian went out of the palace to visit the Guozijian, and when he came back, he approved the papers for most of the day.After taking a warm bath in the soup spring, Song Xian lay down on the bed and fell asleep not long after, but before he could sleep for a long time, he was awakened in a daze by a scent and a hot kiss .

Song Xian was in a deep sleep and couldn't react for a while, Tao Tao was not like this, and Xiao Lingming was quarreling with him again.He just thought it was a palace man who was in a daze and shouldn't be thinking, stretched out his hand and subconsciously pushed it, and was about to call for someone to come over to deal with it, but he grabbed his hand full of long hair.

The smooth and cold familiar touch and the bitter scent of the incense that finally came up made Song Xian suddenly sober. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to pull it, but the man was already sensitively aware of his pain the moment Song Xian raised his hand and struggled. Resisting, quickly backed away.

Song Xian rubbed his brows and opened his eyes. Xiao Lingming looked in a terrible condition, and his mind was not very clear. His plain pale face was full of tears and red marks.

After being rejected by Song Xian, he seemed to be extremely aggrieved. He pouted and shed a tear, opened Song Xian's outstretched hand with a snap, leaned out of the bed curtain, clasped the edge of the bed with trembling hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go give it to me." I will find a willing little maid to come...!"

Just catching the end of Xiao Lingming's unfinished words, he was dragged back into the bed curtain by the emperor behind him who suddenly clasped his waist tightly with one hand.

Song Xian's hot breath and sharp teeth fell on Xiao Lingming's ears. His words were slurred, but the meaning of gnashing his teeth was clearly discernible, "How dare you!"