Dressed like a deadly enemy

Although there was a war in the north, Yaodu was calm and peaceful. In a few days it was the Empress Dowager's birthday, and the city of Tai was bustling with activity.

The late king loved the queen very much, so every year on her birthday, there would be a lot of fun and excitement, and even the Mu family would be honored with countless rewards.

After it was Junji's turn to ascend the throne, the queen was promoted to the empress dowager, and the glory remained undiminished. Junji sneaked out of Taixue this time because he felt that there were too many treasures in the past, so he wanted to prepare a special congratulatory gift for himself.

Lu Junzhuo also wanted to prepare a gift. After all, the queen mother is the original mother of Ah Zhuo. If she can get close to her, it would be good to feel her mother's love from her.

After he finished the court meeting, he decided to meet the queen mother.

Yongshou Palace is located in the depths of Taicheng. It is said that the Empress Dowager likes to be quiet and she dislikes noise in the palace the most. Since she gave birth to the prince, she seldom goes out of the palace. Accept the greetings from the courtiers.

Lu Junzhuo traveled more than half of Taicheng to arrive at Yongshou Palace, and saw that the palace where the most distinguished people of Daxuan lived was not very gorgeous, and the maids were dressed in simple clothes, and they looked slightly older than Yingzhao Palace.

When they saw Lu Junzhuo, they quickly knelt down and saluted. Their movements were light and soft, and their voices of greetings were also well controlled.

Lu Junzhuo nodded and skipped them, and entered the inner hall.It was approaching noon at this time, the sun was gradually rising, and the morning light penetrated the tulle and sprinkled on the beauty leaning against the window.

The Empress Dowager was nearly forty years old, she was well maintained, she only applied a little makeup, her appearance was beautiful, and her complexion was alluring. The former king had indulged in her beauty at the beginning. There were few beauties in the harem, and there were only a few daughters from aristocratic families who were used to balance power.

At this time, she heard the movement, looked back, met Lu Junzhuo face to face, was startled for a moment, and then smiled softly: "Why does my son come to Yongshou Palace when I have time, I heard that I only went to Taixue a few days ago."

"Mother, my son misses you." Lu Junzhuo lifted the bead curtain and walked quickly to her, surprised. He felt a faint sense of intimacy from her. turbid, but because of himself.

"You're still acting like a spoiled child when you grow up so big. Don't let your grandparents see it. Inevitably, you have to be taught to behave like a son of heaven." Empress Dowager Mu took his hand and sat down. The mother and son sat opposite each other. backed out.

She has lived in the deep palace for a long time and has no interest in political affairs, so no one dared to report the news of the war to her, and she probably didn't know about it.

After carefully looking at his own son, he was a little puzzled: "Is my son too tired recently? How come he has lost so much weight. Is it because the servants in Yingzhao Palace are not good enough or the courtiers are embarrassing my son?"

"Queen mother, my son is fine. With my grandfather here, who would dare to make things difficult for me?"

Lu Junzhuo picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and took a small bite. It was sweet but not greasy, and tasted very good. The cook of Yongshou Palace was good, much better than that of Yingzhao Palace.

"Didn't you not like these desserts before?" Seeing that he was eating with gusto, Empress Dowager Mu couldn't help asking, this cook was brought to her by her son.

Lu Junzhuo's heart was shocked, because she was too relaxed and forgot that Jun Ji didn't like sweets.

"Seeing that my mother loves to eat, I want to try it." Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of a special gift.

Empress Dowager Mu did not doubt that he was there, chuckled, raised her wrist and put the white pottery plate in front of him, "Try this, this thousand-layer crabapple crisp is a flavor outside Taicheng, and it is said to be unique in Yaodu."

Lu Junzhuo himself likes sweets very much, but when he was in Yingzhaodian, he had never seen desserts. Now thinking about it, it is probably because Junji doesn't like it, so the cook doesn't make it.

There is a wind blowing outside the window, blowing the light green tulle, and the fresh and clear bamboo smell comes with the wind, and the time is quiet and serene.

The mother and son just ate desserts quietly and chatted about interesting things.

"How is Taishi Yun doing?" Empress Dowager Mu rarely cared about her son's studies. While talking about interesting things, she also asked about the current situation of the gentlemen in Taixue.Speaking of which, Empress Dowager Mu also has a relationship with the Yun family, so she and Yun Feitan are still distant relatives.

"It's okay." Lu Junzhuo replied cautiously. He was not familiar with Yun Feitan, but only admired his talent. As for his usual life, he hadn't paid much attention to it.

"The talent of Yuncheng is famous all over the world. After entering the court, he has achieved outstanding achievements. He is a rare and capable minister. My son should not neglect him."

Seeing him nodding, Empress Dowager Mu smiled with satisfaction: "Let's stay in Yongshou Palace for lunch."

Yun Feitan didn't know that Tian's mother and son would talk about him. He went to the court meeting and sorted out past battles in the Liuqing office outside Taicheng. History, but also specially compiled war records with Sima.He has extensive knowledge and strong memories, and he never forgets it with his photographic memory. This Sima is a veteran, too old to go to the battlefield. battle.

"I see this battle is not easy." Old Sima stroked his long beard and shook his head, "What does Yun Taishi think?"

"Does Master Sima have no confidence in General Mu? I have seen his past performances. Although he is not fully sure against the Tigers, he is not without opportunities. He has always been able to seize opportunities and is good at winning more with less." , the light cavalry under his command are no worse than the border cavalry."

"I'm afraid here. He has always been fast with his light cavalry, and has ventured deep into the enemy's camp many times. This style of play is not safe enough."

Yun Feitan knew that the old Sima had a heart-to-heart relationship with Mu Shen, and the current Qingqi team was still under the old Sima's command ten years ago.

He smiled without saying a word, picked up the arranged bamboo slips and left the office, and went to Chongwen Pavilion, where his daily office was.

It is a three-story wooden building, just beside Taicheng. When the weather is good, standing on the third floor, you can see Zhongyingzhao Hall and Chaoshitang in Taicheng.

He climbed up to the third floor with the bamboo slips in his arms, walked around the fence outside the third floor, and saw Lu Junzhuo from a distance, the figure of the young emperor hidden in the mottled tree shadows, until that figure entered the Hall of Yingzhao.

Shaking his head and smiling, he sent the bamboo slips to the Sutra room on the third floor.A young official in the scripture room saw him, stopped his work quickly, came over to greet him, and explained: "When the emperor retired from the court, he ordered people to come and fetch the military records of the former king's period. His subordinates are currently selecting them."

Yun Feitan listened to his words, looked sideways, and saw that the officials picked out famous battles, which were familiar to him.He put the bamboo slips in his arms on the long case, picked out two volumes and handed them over, "Add this."

"Promise." The subordinate official stepped forward to take it respectfully, put it on the top floor, saluted again, and left with the bamboo slips in his arms.

Yun Feitan thought for a while, and after walking to the long case, he took a blank silk cloth, grinded the ink himself, and used his memory to trace the sketches he saw in Yingzhao Hall.