The soft beauty is very good at flirting, and the soul of the ascetic prince is floating

Being exposed in front of others is no different to Gu Wanyu.
She was still being her "wife" in this house in Qingshui Hutong, passively waiting for Song Jingzhang's accidental arrival.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingzhang has not been here in recent days.

Xiaohuan, Gu Liufu and other people close to her were still worried. They were worried that Song Jingzhang had been offended by her previous ideas.
Or maybe because of political affairs and the impact of the exposure, he began to completely forget about her.

But when I saw the large quantities of rewards that were sent over every few days, my heart returned to my stomach.

Gu Wanyu looked amused for a while, but she didn't say anything like not caring. She let them down and told them not to take it too seriously. She knew everything.

Immediately afterwards, I don’t know what Song Jingzhang did.
The wives of minor officials who were still giving gifts from time to time suddenly disappeared.

However, in order to demonstrate the character of her virtuous mistress, Mrs. Lin ordered people to send some cloth and several baskets of silver charcoal.

Gu Wanyu glanced at the things brought in,

He smiled very politely at the person who came to present the reward to Mr. Lin, thanked him respectfully, and praised Mr. Lin a few words.
After sending the people away, they threw these things far away into the unoccupied yard at the back, and placed them together with the things Zhuer had tampered with before.

"Remember, in the future, all rewards given by the Princess and the Queen must be properly placed in that yard. The key will be given to you." Gu Wanyu turned her head and glanced at Xiaohuan and the three people who were standing respectfully next to her. "It will be given to Zhu'er. keep it."

Zhu'er met her gaze, her heart trembled, and she quickly lowered her head, "Yes, I will take good care of you, and I will not make any mistakes."

Xiao Huan and Guo'er looked at each other and raised the corners of their mouths.

Gu Wan Yuhun looked away nonchalantly, waved his hand to let people go, and then continued to look at the travel notes in his hands, counting the time in his mind.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon,
Make up your mind, if

As the New Year approaches, a piece of news suddenly appears from nowhere—

The emperor intends to order His Highness King Yong to go to Mount Tai to perform sacrifices to heaven.

After repeated and careful confirmation by many court officials,

There was nothing they could do. After all, after overthrowing the two legitimate and eldest princes, they were almost cast into the shadow of Emperor Jingtai.

At first, I almost thought that this was another way for the emperor to have a son.
But after checking and discovering that the news came from Xuanzheng Hall, I couldn't help but have different thoughts in my mind.
Most of the courtiers went back and thought about it, and felt that it was reasonable.
After all, everyone has seen what happened to Song Jingzhang in the past, not to mention that there is still a matter of rescuing him. It is very reasonable to win the Sacred Heart.
Furthermore, the Emperor has indeed been in poor health these days. Perhaps he is really thinking about his new master.
At this time, those who wanted to gamble again secretly contacted this side.
Those who didn’t have that intention and just wanted to live a stable life all shrank with their tails between their legs.

Several officials who followed Song Jingzhang were convinced that victory was within reach and that the general trend was inevitable.
But Song Jingzhang pouted back when he said, "You have a chance to win? The boss and the second son also thought that they had a chance to win. What happened?"
Like a basin of cold water poured on the top of the head,
These people put away their lively thoughts that had just wandered around, and went back to doing things as they were told.

The people below are honest, but the people above don’t care about what they think in their hearts.

On the third day after the rumor spread, Emperor Jingtai called him to the apse alone after the morning court.
"Third brother, have you heard about the rumors in the palace recently?"

Song Jingzhang looked at Emperor Jingtai, who had a peaceful face, like an ordinary father caring about asking about a trivial matter, and his alertness increased by ten percent.
But on the face, he only cooperated with him and acted like an ordinary son who admires his father.
He didn't pretend not to know, he just said very naturally and calmly: "If the father is talking about offering sacrifices to heaven, I have indeed heard about it."

Emperor Jingtai nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the chair on the side, "Sit."

Song Jingzhang bowed his hands to thank him, sat down on the chair, and waited quietly for Emperor Jingtai to speak. "What do you think of this matter?" There was endless oppression in the plain tone.

coming!

From the moment the rumors spread, he was prepared to be questioned by Emperor Jingtai.
Now, as expected, I've been waiting for it.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but only for a moment. Song Jingzhang lowered his eyes and did not directly answer his opinion on the rumor. Instead, he said very naturally:

"The road to Mount Tai is already difficult, and today is the twelfth lunar month of winter. I am really worried about my father's health."

"Then you just want to take my place?"

Song Jingzhang shook his head slightly. Quan Dang didn't hear the suspicion in it and continued:
"The matter of worshiping heaven is of great importance. My son will never dare to violate the rules. He is just worried about his father's health. Therefore, he begs his father to be accompanied by his son and ministers on the way to Mount Tai. The son and ministers will be on the saddle and behind the horses to protect his father."

Emperor Jingtai raised his eyebrows and said, "That would be a pity. You are right. The trip to Mount Tai is a long way. I have been in low spirits recently. I really want to choose one of your brothers to go and offer sacrifices to heaven on my behalf."

As he spoke, he narrowed his dark eyes and looked at him, "Originally, it belongs to you, but since you said you don't dare to go beyond the rules, I can't force you."

Song Jingzhang chuckled secretly and bowed his hands respectfully, "I pray to heaven for the emperor and the world to have good weather in the new year. Apart from you, my father, who else is qualified to do this?"

"However, my father is the emperor of the day. It is an imperial edict to order someone to act on your behalf. Your holy will must be obeyed by heaven."

Why does the DPRK attach so much importance to worshiping heaven?

But just because this matter is exclusive to the emperor, no matter which prince goes, it will to a certain extent represent Emperor Jingtai's preference for the next heir to the throne.

After these few years, he understood very well how much his father valued the imperial power. Especially when he was in poor health in the past few years, he held the power even tighter.
He would not just watch the prince decentralize power, let alone take the initiative to help build momentum.

Therefore, in a few words, he described the matter of offering sacrifices to heaven on behalf of the emperor as just an ordinary errand for the emperor.

At the same time, he praised Emperor Jingtai as the emperor, and God would obey the emperor's will. It can be said that he flattered Emperor Jingtai greatly.

Sure enough, Emperor Jingtai was very satisfied with these words.
"Hahaha, you kid." Emperor Jingtai laughed twice, raised his hand and pointed at his forehead, and cursed again,
"You slippery brat, go and do your errands."

Song Jingzhang also smiled, stood up and left neatly.

Song Jingzhang turned around and didn't notice the deep thought flashing in his father's smiling eyes.
Similarly, Emperor Jingtai did not notice the boredom hidden under his respectful son. He was really tired of answering cautiously day after day.

Seeing Song Jingzhang's figure disappear completely, Emperor Jingtai let out a long sigh,

"Zhao Zhongyin, am I really old?"

Zhao Zhongyin didn't dare to say anything else. He immediately nodded and bowed and said, "Why do you say this, Your Majesty? You are in good spirits and have a long life and good health. However, you have been tired from work recently. How can you mention that you are getting old!"

Emperor Jingtai laughed and lowered his eyes noncommittally.
After staring at the bright yellow imperial edict in front of him for a long time, he raised his hand and picked up the royal pen to write it himself.