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Chapter 518 Fear
Ouchi.

The candlelight in the Shouli Hall was bright, and there was no smoke on the incense burner, but a faint fragrance.

This is the finest incense, not choking at all.

With a sound of "dong", a wooden ball hit the table, the incense burner shook and fell to the ground.

The maids were startled, and rushed to pick it up to prevent sparks from burning the carpet.

"Where's the ball? Where's my ball?"

Zhao Jin ran over with a club in his hand, poked his head around and looked under the case.

She was wearing a colored ribbon, and her sleeves were wrapped into arrow sleeves, but she had no shoes on her feet, only her socks were stepped on the blanket.

This frightened the ladies in the palace to turn pale, and they hurriedly shouted: "Princess, be careful, don't step on the stove."

This movement finally disturbed Yan Rong behind the screen.

"Little ancestor, why don't you want to live in peace?"

Holding the club, Zhao Jin walked behind the screen, sat down on the side of the chaise longue chair with a smile on his face, and said, "Chui Chuiwan, you are sick and can't move, but I can move, are you angry or not?"

Yan Rong smiled.

She was still ill, and her face was pale. This smile lacked the usual charm that can make the king alone, but it was too much. I feel pity for it.

"Even if I'm not your mother, I should be considered your loyal maidservant after raising you for so many years. You must come to annoy me."

Zhao Jin tilted his head, touched the jade pillow under Yan Rong's hair, and asked, "Then ask, which maidservant can afford this object?"

Yan Rong said leisurely: "What am I? You can go to Ji Xixi's place to have a look, even the bowl is gold."

"It's not uncommon to see her."

Zhao Jin snorted and yawned, looking a little confused.

"Go to rest when you're sleepy, what are you doing here?" Yan Rong was a little tired after saying a few words, and said weakly: "I'm sick for no reason."

"It's up to you to take care of yourself when you're sick, hmph, you're exhausted to death, you evil spirit of the country..."

Zhao Jin's mouth was stiff, his eyelids were so heavy, he turned his head and told the palace man: "Take off the candles, I will rest here tonight."

Yan Rong didn't appreciate it, and complained: "You know I like Liangtang, but you want to withdraw the fire."

"Bah, those old beards deserve you to scold you for burning people's fat." Zhao Jin pushed Yan Rong, "Let me lie down."

"The chair is small."

"Who told you that you were sick and wouldn't go back to lie down on the couch."

Yan Rong murmured in a low voice: "The officials are still discussing matters in the front hall today...Anzhi is something very important..."

"You're so stupid, you insist on doing politics." Zhao Jin was really sleepy, muttered something, leaned on the jade pillow and lost consciousness.

Yan Rong beckoned, asked the maid to help him up, walked around the screen, and sat down on the chair in front of the palace gate.

"What's the matter? Dong Songchen didn't send anyone to report."

Just as he finished speaking, he finally saw a little yellow door rushing towards him.

"Forgive me, the noble concubine, the high official is always by the official's side, and I can't get away..."

"Tell me, what happened?"

"It is said that the Meng people crossed the great river and hit Ezhou... Yuan Jie was guilty. The senior official said that he did not know if he could keep Prime Minister Ding this time. I asked the imperial concubine whether to keep it or not?"

When Yan Rongcai heard the first sentence, her face turned pale, and when she rolled her eyelids, she fainted from fright.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Rong opened his eyes again, only to feel that his body was very heavy, and his illness that had been improving seemed to suddenly worsen.

"Mengmeng... Where is Meng Tazi...?"

She has always known how miserable the palace family members of the Song Dynasty were after the Jurchens killed Bianliang...

There was a cry not far away, Yan Rong raised his heavy eyelids to look, and saw that it was Zhao Jin who was hugging his knees and crying loudly at the corner of the bed.

"Woooooo... Daddy, don't scare me..."

Yan Rong raised his head again, only to see that the figure sitting there was not an official and who was it?

"The official family..."

Zhao Yun didn't speak, only the faint sound of da da da.

It was his shaking hands on the table.

He was looking at his hands, as if trying to stop the trembling.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Yan Rong called again.

Zhao Yun turned around.

He has completely lost the majesty of the king of the country in the past, his eyes are dull, and there is only endless fear and dullness in his eyes.

The trembling lips were bloodless, trembling, unable to make a sound.

Yan Rong didn't ask any more questions, but felt overwhelming fear and despair welling up.

Her head was heavy and she felt that she would be sick and die.

The sooner you die of illness, the better...

~~
Zhao Yun was discussing with all the ministers overnight in His Royal Highness Xuande, but the ministers did not include Ding Daquan, and Zhao Yun no longer trusted him.

During this negotiation process, Zhao Yun almost lost his composure several times.

Therefore, when he heard the report that something happened to Concubine Yan Gui and Princess Ruiguo, he used an excuse to come out to breathe.

Now that I'm here, I'm not in the mood to take care of my concubine and daughter.

He just sits.

In this palace, this is the only place where he can make excuses to sit for a while.

However, before he was relieved, those incompetent courtiers rushed over as if they were urging them to die...

"Your Majesty, Rao Huchen, the political advisor, has urgent matters to see."

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, Minister Zuo Ding Daquan has an urgent matter to see you."

"Shh...let Your Majesty wait here, and then go see those foreign ministers."

The whole palace was quiet again, only Zhao Jin's crying was still ringing.

After another long time, there was another high-pitched voice.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go up..."

"Let me stay for a while longer!" Zhao Yun was suddenly furious, and shouted: "Can I run away?! Where can I run?!"

"Slaves should die..."

Before the words were finished here, Dong Songchen ran in again.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yun turned his head and looked away, only to see Dong Songchen holding a letter in his hand.

He subconsciously felt that Ezhou was lost, and as if being shocked by an electric shock, he couldn't help but shrink back.

"Don't...don't take it..."

Zhao Yun pursed his lips, and his back also bent down.

Fortunately, there were no courtiers around at this time, so he didn't have to try his best to hide his fear.

You are the son of heaven, and you are no different from ordinary people when you are afraid.

No, he should be more afraid than ordinary people.

The shame of Jingkang is still in sight.

The figures of Qinzong and Huizong seem to be lingering in front of our eyes.

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

"No... this is a dream..."

Dong Songchen quickly knelt on the ground, presented the letter in front of Zhao Yun with both hands, and said in the most gentle tone possible: "Your Majesty, it is really important."

"No...let me take it easy..."

"Good thing, Your Majesty, good thing." Dong Songchen grinned, trying to smile, but it was even more pervasive.

He doesn't know if it's a good thing...

Zhao Yun finally stretched out his hand and took the letter.

When he saw it, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't see anything good.

It wasn't until a certain line of words entered his eyes that he froze.

It was as if breathing was suddenly free, and the suffocation was suddenly broken.

Zhao Yun picked up Dong Songchen's collar and asked, "Really?"

"Your Majesty... the servants... the slaves have not read this letter, I don't know..."

"You said it was a good thing!" Zhao Yun was furious, and shouted: "You said it was a good thing!"

"Slaves deserve to die."

"Don't think I don't know about it! Yan Martin is in danger, and the country is about to perish!"

Concubine Yan Guifei, who was lying there, was startled as soon as the words hit her ears, she almost lost her wits.

Dong Songchen cried loudly, lying on the ground with tears in his eyes.

"Slaves deserve to die! Slaves deserve to die!"

"Enough! Yan Martin, please explain this matter clearly to me. What do you mean by 'Now that Brother Meng is dead, his younger brother will definitely return to fight for the throne'? Are you sure?"

"Slave servant... Slave servant is a courtier. I really don't know what that means. Ding Xiang only said that since Li Xia was able to kill Meng Ge and regain Hanzhong, he is really capable of turning the world around. He asserted that Meng Ta should not worry, and there must be a reason."

"anything else?!"

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Ding... Ding Daquan is currently choosing the Palace of Virtue to honor you."

"Get up and drive!"

……

Yan Rong closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling in fright.

However, when she opened her eyes again, she found that the official family had disappeared from the palace, only Zhao Jin had stopped crying and raised her head, looking dazed.

"Hurry up, find someone to inquire about, what's wrong with Yan Martin..."

~~
Xuande Hall.

Rao Huchen was glaring at Ding Daquan.

It is also an urgent matter, Pian Ding Daquan can let the eunuch pass the message, but he can't.

Finally, seeing the imperial chariot rushing towards him, Rao Huchen rushed forward and shouted: "Your Majesty..."

But the servants rushed up, stopped him outside the hall, and rushed inside with Ding Daquan in their arms.

"Your Majesty, I really have something important to announce!"

(End of this chapter)