Film and Television: Starting from Qingqing’s Daily Life

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  Chapter 138 If nothing unexpected happens
  It was still the same time when we arrived at the gate of the palace.

It will still be some time before the "palace gate closes at noon" in my memory.

Yin Ga handed the memorials and tokens prepared in advance to the imperial guards on duty at the palace gate.

Since Yin Gao returned to the capital, the old emperor Zhao Zhen issued an order that Yin Gao, the Zhongyonghou and the Privy Council Scholar, did not need to report the memorial to the emperor, but could directly hand it over to the Department of Internal Affairs by the Forbidden Army.

This is a great blessing.

The Imperial Guard looked at the token, then at Yin Gao, and suddenly hesitated.

Yin Gao's name was unknown to everyone in the army. He was even known as the "Young Military God" in Xixia and Dali, not to mention the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty. Everyone knew about him.

The reason why the imperial army hesitated was not because he didn't know Yin Ga, but because they had already received orders to close all palace doors as soon as noon arrived.

And if this Zhongyong Hou arrives at this time, what will happen to him?

"how?"

Yin Ga suddenly asked, "Is there something wrong with the token?"

The Imperial Guard was shocked when he heard this, and immediately said: "No, no problem. General, please wait a moment. I will report it right now."

Yin Ga nodded and said nothing more.

The Imperial Guard wiped away the sweat from his temples, and only then did he understand what it means to "not be angry but to be powerful". Coupled with his guilty conscience, he stood in front of Yin Gao, a loyal and brave Marquis who was several years younger than him. The pressure was not small, and he could run away. Likewise, he took the memorial and token and went inside to report.

He first went to the commander of the imperial army.

"Marquis Zhongyong?"

The commander of the imperial army was from King Yan. When he heard the report from his subordinates, he couldn't help but frowned, "You said... he came with a food box?"

The Forbidden Army guard nodded: "I have seen it, and the shape is quite novel. It seems that one of them is ice cream cheese."

Hearing this, the commander of the imperial army pondered for a long time, and then said: "Forget it, don't worry about him, he can't make a big splash by himself. Just go ahead and hand the things to the Department of Internal Affairs."

"Yes."

……

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

The old emperor Zhao Zhen was greatly comforted, thinking that there were not many ministers who cared about me like this, so he said to his servant, "Please come in quickly."

"Yes."

The chamberlain walked out of the door, and after a while, he brought Yin Ga over.

"Your Majesty, Yin Gao, pay homage to the official." Yin Gao handed the food box in his hand to the chamberlain beside him, and then saluted Zhao Zhen.

"Zixun, you haven't come to see me for a while. How about you come over and take a look at my calligraphy?"

Zhao Zhen laughed and affectionately pulled Yin Gao to the desk.

Yin Gao took one look at Zhao Zhen's book and immediately praised: "The official pen is very powerful and penetrating into the wood. There is a blend of peace and intensity between these lines, which really makes me ashamed."

His words, if you put aside the cheats, are not lying. If he had not cheated, he would not be as good as Zhao Zhen's calligraphy even if he had practiced it for three lifetimes.

"Hahaha……"

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he was very pleased and said, "I am not boasting. Except for your thin golden body, no one in Bianjing can compare with my appearance."

While lifting himself up, he also praised Yin Lao.

I have to say that Zhao Zhen is not only an old emperor, but also very cunning and experienced.

The monarch and his ministers discussed calligraphy for a while, and Zhao Zhen also invited Yin Gao to write a copy of it in handwriting with him. Finally, he had it framed and sent to the Zhongyong Hou Mansion.

It's a royal gift.

Yin Ga thanked him without mentioning it.

Before we knew it, we were chatting until noon.

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

Yin Ga smiled and said: "I made the folk snacks I accidentally discovered in Yanyun earlier based on my memory. They are somewhat similar. I thought I would bring them to the officials for tasting."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhen became interested, "There is actually food in the land of Yanyun that can make Aiqing look good? Hurry, bring it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter who was serving with a food box came forward and took out two of the food plates.

The top one is a cake made by Yin Lao, with yellowish cream as the outside and cake as the inside. Yin Lao specially decorated it.

"What is this?" Zhao Zhen asked.

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

Zhao Zhen nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the second food box, and said with a smile: "Is this Bingsu cheese? Aiqing, this is not a novelty. We also have it in Bianjing, but you still have it under this food box. I placed a lot of ice cubes for preservation, which is considered thoughtful."

Yin Ga smiled and said: "The official's insight is that this is indeed Bingsu cheese, but Yanyun's Bingsu cheese is different from our Bingsu cheese."

"Oh?"

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he immediately became more interested. He was about to pick up his chopsticks and wanted to take a bite each.

But the chamberlain beside him hurriedly followed the procedures first.

Test the poison for the officials.

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Zhen scolded lightly, and then said, "How could my beloved poison me and murder me! Don't you even have the eyesight!"

The waiter's hands shook in fright, and his chopsticks fell to the ground. His whole body felt like chaff being sifted through a sieve, and he immediately fell to the ground: "Official, official, please forgive me!"

Zhao Zhen said nothing.

Yin Ga understood the idea and immediately said to Zhao Zhen: "The official family, my young father-in-law is concerned about the safety of the official family. This is loyalty. Please forgive me."

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

What he wants is Yin Lao's words.

"Since Marquis Zhongyong pleads for you, just get up. If there is a next time, I will never be lenient!" Zhao Zhen said lightly.

His tone was calm, but his words were unquestionable.

"Thank you to the official family, and thank you to Marquis Zhongyong." The chamberlain stood up as if he had been granted amnesty, and then stood aside.

Yin Lao looked at this scene and thought to himself that the fox became more and more sophisticated as he got older.

They must have performed this scene dozens of times, right?

Judging from the way the little eunuch picked things up with ease, he will be able to win an Oscar in future generations.

"Well, not bad, not bad."

Zhao Zhen took a bite and his eyes lit up. After eating for a while, he asked smoothly, "Is Zixu turning eighteen this year?"

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

"Is there a marriage?"

"Never."

"How can my Marquis Zhongyong not have a wife? The Mansion of Marquis Zhongyong must have a royal decree."

Zhao Zhen shook his head, and then said, "Let's do this, I will hold the eye for you, and you can choose all the girls to be married in Bianjing."

Yin Ga couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, but he also knew that Zhao Zhen had good intentions and was ready to thank him.

However, at this moment, a chamberlain stumbled in.

"Officials, officials, 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 Lao looked at him calmly.

If nothing unexpected happens...

An accident is about to happen.

(End of this chapter)