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Chapter 138
When we reached the gate of the palace, it was still time.

There is still some time before the "closing of the palace gate at noon" in memory.

Yin Ling handed over the memorial and tokens prepared in advance to the imperial guards on duty at the gate of the palace.

Since Yin Ling returned to Beijing, the old emperor Zhao Zhen decreed that Yin Ling, a loyal and privy clerk, does not need to notify the relevant departments of the memorial, and it can be directly handed over to the Department of Internal Affairs by the Imperial Army.

This is a great blessing.

The imperial guard looked at the token, then at Yin Ling, and suddenly hesitated.

Yin Ling's name is known to everyone in the army, and even in Xixia and Dali, he is called the "Young Army God", let alone the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty, no one does not know him.

The reason why the forbidden army hesitated was not because he didn't know Yin Ling, but because they had already received the order to close all the palace gates when noon came.

And this Zhongyonghou arrives at this time, won't... what's the matter?

"how?"

Yin Ling suddenly asked, "Is there any problem with the token?"

The forbidden army was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately said: "No, no problem, general, please wait later, the last general will report this."

Yin Ling nodded and said nothing.

The forbidden soldier wiped off the sweat from his temples, and only now did he understand what it means to be "not angry and self-prestige". Coupled with a guilty conscience, he stood in front of Yin Ling, a loyal and brave Marquis who was a few years younger than him, and he was under a lot of pressure. It seems that he took the memorial and the token and went inside to report.

He went to the commander of the imperial army first.

"Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery?"

The commander of the forbidden army, who belonged to King Yan, frowned when he heard his subordinate's report, "You said... he came with a food box?"

The imperial guard nodded: "I have seen it, the shape is novel, as if one of them is ice cream."

Hearing the words, the commander of the imperial army pondered for a while, and then said: "Forget it, don't worry about him, he can't make any big waves by himself, so go ahead and hand over the things to the Department of Internal Affairs."

"Yes."

……

"Oh? Yin Aiqing came to see me? He also brought novel food from Yanyun Land?"

The old emperor Zhao Zhen felt very relieved, and said that there are not many courtiers who are so devoted to me like this, so he said to his servant, "Please come in quickly."

"Yes."

The servant walked out of the door, and brought Yin Ling over after a while.

"Chen, Yin Ling, meet the official." Yin Ling handed the food box in his hand to the servant beside him, and then saluted Zhao Zhen.

"Zi Xun, you haven't come to see me for a while, just come over, how about this picture of me?"

Zhao Zhen laughed, and kindly pulled Yin Ling to the desk.

Yin Ling glanced at Zhao Zhen's writing, and immediately praised: "The official pen is powerful, penetrating three points, and there is a blend of peace and fierceness between this line of writing, which really makes the minister ashamed."

What he said, if you put aside the cheating, it is not a lie. If there is no cheating, he has practiced for three lifetimes, and it is estimated that he may not be as good as Zhao Zhen's calligraphy.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen was very pleased, and said, "I'm not boasting, except for your thin golden body, no one in Bianjing can compare with my words."

While raising himself up, he also praised Yin Ling.

It has to be said that Zhao Zhen is not only an old emperor, but also very sophisticated with a full stomach of cunning.

The two monarchs and ministers discussed calligraphy for a while, and Zhao Zhen also invited Yin Ling to write a handwritten copy with him, and finally had someone frame it, and then sent it to Zhongyonghou's mansion.

It is a royal gift.

Yin Ling thanked him without mentioning it.

Before we knew it, we chatted until noon.

Zhao Zhen asked again: "I heard that you brought some delicious food this time?"

Yin Ling said with a smile: "Before in Yanyun, I accidentally discovered folk snacks. I made them from memory, and they are somewhat similar. I want to bring them to the officials for tasting."

"Oh?"

Zhao Zhen became interested, "In the land of Yanyun, there is still food that can make Ai Qing admire? Come on, bring it to me."

After finishing the sentence, the waiter who was serving with the food box at the side stepped forward and brought out two of the food plates.

The top one is a cake made by Yin Ling. The surface is made of light yellow cream, and the cake is the inside. Yin Ling specially decorated it.

"What kind of hall is this?" Zhao Zhen asked.

"This is a 'cake', which is made from egg whites and egg yolks, and then supplemented with pastry (cream). It is a novel dessert." Yin Ling explained with a smile.

Zhao Zhen nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the second food box, and said with a smile: "This is ice cream cheese? Aiqing, this is not a novelty, we also have it in Bianjing, but you still have it in this food box. A lot of ice cubes were placed for preservation, which is considered intentional.”

Yin Ling smiled and said: "The official's eyes, this is indeed ice cream, but Yanyun's ice cream is different from our ice cream."

"Oh?"

When Zhao Zhen heard it, he became more interested immediately, and when he was about to pick up the chopsticks, he wanted to have a bite of each.

But the servant next to him hurriedly followed the procedure first.

Give the officials a poison test.

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Zhen scolded softly, and then said, "How could my love minister poison me and murder me! Don't you have such eyesight!"

The waiter was so frightened that his hands shook, his chopsticks fell to the ground, and his whole body seemed to be sifted, and he immediately bowed to the ground: "Officer, official, forgive me!"

Zhao Zhen didn't speak.

Yin Lin understood, and immediately said to Zhao Zhen: "Officials, my little father-in-law cares about the safety of the officials. This is loyalty, and I ask the officials to forgive me."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen looked back at Yin Ling, and then relaxed his frown.

What he wanted was Yin Ling's words.

"Since Zhongyonghou is begging for you, you should get up, and if there is a next time, you will never forgive me lightly!" Zhao Zhen said lightly.

The tone is flat, but the words are unremarkable.

"Thanks to the official family, Xie Zhongyonghou." The servant stood up "as if he had received an amnesty", and stepped back to stand aside.

Yin Ling watched this scene, and thought that the fox is getting better with age.

This scene, they probably performed no less than dozens of games, right?

Seeing how easy that little eunuch is, he will be able to win an Oscar for Best Actor in future generations.

"Well, good, good."

Zhao Zhen took a sip, his eyes lit up, after eating for a while, he asked casually, "Is Zi Xun eighteen this year?"

Yin Ling nodded and said: "Back to the official's house, I was born in the first month of the month, and now I am eighteen."

"Is there a marriage?"

"Never."

"My Zhongyonghou, how can I not have a wife in the main house? Zhongyonghou's mansion must not be without orders."

Zhao Zhen shook his head, and then said, "How about this, I will take care of you, and you can choose all the girls in Bianjing who are waiting to be married."

Hearing this, Yin Ling couldn't laugh or cry, but he also knew that Zhao Zhen had good intentions and was going to thank him.

However, at this moment, a servant stumbled in.

"Official, official, kill, kill come in!"

He fell to the ground, but regardless of the pain, he quickly got up again and cried, "The rebels are coming in, the rebels are coming in!"

Yin Ling looked at him calmly.

Not surprisingly...

An accident is about to happen.

(End of this chapter)