Linglong

Chapter 89

The servant held a lantern in his hand, and Uncle Yu walked towards this side with unhurried steps.

When we arrived at the gate of the small courtyard where Linglong lived, there were no lights and no sound inside. The family thought that Uncle Yu would look outside as if he had gone elsewhere, so he left. Unexpectedly, Uncle Yu stood silently outside the courtyard for a while, and ordered: " Call the door open, and I'll go in and have a look."

Although the servant was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask any random questions, so he quickly agreed, and went forward to knock on the door knocker.

In the quiet and late night, the sound of knocking the door knocker was particularly crisp.

"Who is it?" A middle-aged woman's confused voice came from inside.

The servant knew that this was the woman guarding the gate, and said, "Master is here to watch the night, and he wants to go in to see Miss San." The woman inside was stunned for a moment, then hurried over to open the door, and was shocked to see Uncle Yu standing quietly outside. No sleepiness at all.

Uncle Yu ordered his servants to wait outside, and walked in slowly by himself.

Tang Xiaoming came out sleepily, seeing Uncle Yu's surprised expression, he stammered, "Third, Miss San is already fast asleep..." Uncle Yu signaled her to keep quiet, "I'll go in and have a look, don't be alarmed. she."

Tang Xiaoming nodded hurriedly, walked into the room lightly, and lit the candle.

Linglong lay on her back, breathing evenly and long.

Uncle Yu looked at his sleeping daughter, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, with a sense of relief in his expression.

"Be good at serving, don't sleep too much." Uncle Yu came out and confessed.

Tang Xiaoming blew out the candle, came out right behind him, and agreed in a low voice, "Yes, don't worry, sir, go slowly."

Uncle Yu went out of the yard, and the servants lit a lantern for him, and walked away slowly through the night.

Tang Xiaoming let out a long breath.

Qiao Shi was lying on the bed drowsily, the curtain of the bed was slowly opened, and a familiar figure stepped onto the bed lightly.

"Are you back?" Qiao Shi moved to his side and asked vaguely.

"Did it wake you up?" Uncle Yu felt sorry and asked her softly.

"You're not here, I haven't slept well." Qiao muttered in a low voice, and moved to his side again.

"I just came back from outside, and I'm a little cold." Uncle Yu's expression was gentle, as if coaxing a child, "I'll hold you when I warm up."

Qiao Shi was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. With a smile on her lips, she nodded on the pillow.

Her skin is white and almost transparent, her eyelashes are curved and long, trembling gently like butterfly feathers, under the faint candlelight, there is a kind of tender and tender beauty that makes people want to pity her and protect her.

Uncle Yu covered his hands under the blanket, feeling that it wasn't too cold, so he reached out and hugged her.

Qiao Shi snuggled into his arms softly, showing a child-like smile.

The two were talking quietly.

"How is your daughter?"

"Slept soundly."

"Well, that's good."

"A Tao, I've been feeling uneasy recently for some reason. It seems that my daughter is too far away. If we don't protect her, she will suffer. Let her move to our place? If she lives in a wing, if we want to Look at my daughter, just go out and take two steps."

"Okay."

"Then you will tell your daughter tomorrow."

"it is good."

Uncle Yu felt relieved and blew out the light, "A Tao, go to sleep."

Marquis He Qing was called to Prince Zhou's mansion early in the morning, feeling uneasy, "Didn't His Royal Highness return to Beijing to celebrate His Majesty's birthday? Why did he summon me suddenly?" I don't know what happened, whether it was a disaster or not. Fu, sitting and waiting in the side hall of the palace, fine beads of sweat gradually oozing from his forehead.

A middle-aged man in uniform came over, and Marquis He Qing hurriedly stood up.

"Master Song, please come with your maidservant." The middle-aged servant said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you." Marquis He Qing thanked him, and followed his middle-aged attendant out of the side hall.

Sometimes go straight, sometimes turn left, sometimes turn right, go all the way, go around all the way, passed three gates and six small gates, and still haven't come to the right place.

The palace courtyard was deep, and the further he walked in, the more uncertain He Qinghou felt.

"Here we are, Lord Song, please wait here for a while." Arriving in front of a magnificent palace, the servant stopped.

"I have a job, I have a job." He Qinghou cupped his hands at him, speaking in a very polite tone.

As the sun rises in the east, the green glazed tiles on the palace are covered with a faint layer of gold, which adds to the solemnity.

The servant came out and brought Marquis He Qing into the hall.

This should be the main hall of the Wangfu. The roof is high, the space is spacious and deep, and the high beams are painted with auspicious flowers and flying phoenix patterns. It is resplendent and imposing.He Qinghou stood with his head down on the gold brick paved ground, feeling very small and insignificant.

He peeked up and saw that in the middle of the hall was a rosewood screen shining with satin luster, and a throne decorated with dragon heads on both sides.

The melodious and elegant music sounded in my ears, and then more than a dozen couples of maids and servants walked in with the music and stood on both sides.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in a bright blue brocade dress sitting on the throne, and He Qinghou's heart tightened, "Is he really back?" Before he had time to think about it, he quickly knelt down and saluted, "See you His Royal Highness King Zhou."

King Zhou said in a calm tone, "Marquis Song, please. Since I left Shuntian Mansion, there have been rumors in the city that it has something to do with me. Have you heard of it?"

King Zhou's tone was light and steady, and there was no emotion at all, but He Qinghou was very nervous when he heard it. He had already stood up, but his knees softened, and he almost knelt down again.

Mrs. Shan Su told him this rumor more than once, how could he not know.But if he told the king of Zhou that he had heard of it, wouldn't he be tainted with right and wrong, and he wouldn't be able to clean himself up.It is not good to say that you have heard of it, but you are talking nonsense with your eyes closed if you say you have not heard of it.Marquis Heqing couldn't make up his mind for a while, he hesitated.

"He should have arrived in the capital at this time, but he came back suddenly, and asked about this rumor as soon as he opened his mouth. Could it be that this rumor is very important to him?" He Qinghou thought vaguely.

He was suddenly blessed, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, on the day my nephew got married, a girl surnamed Guan talked nonsense, and I only heard about the rumor. However, Miss Yu San immediately refuted her, and the rumor was self-evident. broken."

He admitted that he had heard the rumors, but he had already been refuted when he heard them-of course, the implication was that he had never believed them, let alone spread them.

"Human life was paid because of this rumor." King Zhou's tone was cold.

He Qinghou was sweating coldly.When did he come back? Do you know about the girl in the official family who wanted to die?

"Fortunately, fortunately, a happy event has also been accomplished." He Qinghou stammered.

"Your Highness, Governor Xu, Yin Qiao, Master Xu and others have all arrived." The servant came in to report.

"Let them in." King Zhou said briefly.

The servant agreed to go out, and after a while, more than a dozen civil and military officials, including Xu Xiaohe and Qiao Siqi, filed in to pay respects to King Zhou, and stood on both sides.

Marquis Heqing complained incessantly, "It turned out that His Royal Highness King Zhou summoned civil and military officials to discuss matters, but Dudu called me in ahead of time and asked me if I heard any rumors... Could it be that he is suspicious of me? Dudu doubts me? ?” He only cared about what was on his mind, and didn’t even care much about what Zhou Wang and Xu Xiaohe and the others were discussing.

"What do Song Houye think?" Governor Xu asked kindly.

Marquis Heqing turned his head to look at Dudu Xu, a little dazed.What do you think?What do you think?
Dudu Xu repeated it empathetically, "Wu Ji's troops invaded Xianping Mansion, Your Highness needs to determine who will lead the army to suppress the rebellion. Who do you think is the most suitable person?"

Wuji is also known as Mohe and Beilu, and his tribe is tough and good at fighting. It is not easy to lead the troops to suppress the rebellion.Naturally, the selection of the general was cautious.

Marquis Heqing just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said: "The last general is not talented, and I would like to lead three thousand troops to put down the rebellion of the northern captives!"

Xu Dudu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he saw that he volunteered, "Mr. Song's escort was injured, so how could he go to Mobei? Not to mention the long and difficult journey, and Wuji's tribe is unruly and difficult to deal with..."

He Qinghou heard that he seemed to look down on him in his words, he was very unconvinced, and said loudly: "Who is a general without injuries? Could it be that he can't shrink back because of injuries? One day, when the army is used for a while, since there is a rebellion, how can I stand idly by and not serve the court?"

As soon as he uttered such big words, not only the generals on Dudu Xu's side admired He Qinghou, but even the civil officials headed by Qiao Siqi were greatly moved, and they were full of praise, "Song Hou is generous and generous, with high ambitions, and he is enough for me. A role model for generations. Admiration, admiration!"

Heqinghou followed the old Heqinghou to expedition to Liaodong when he was young, and he was very familiar with the terrain of Liaodong and the temperament of Wuji's tribe.After discussing with Dudu Xu, Qiao Siqi and others, the king of Zhou ordered He Qinghou to lead five thousand elite troops to the north to suppress the rebellion.

He Qinghou gladly took the order.

The King of Zhou encouraged him a few words, "The Marquis of Song is going to work hard, and when you come back triumphantly, I will personally come to pick you up and celebrate your achievements." He Qinghou expressed his loyalty with great love and encouragement.

After discussing important military and political affairs, the rest of the people withdrew, and only Governor Xu stayed.

"Your Majesty will be furious if he doesn't see you during the Qianqiu Festival." Governor Xu gently reminded, "Your Highness, it's better for you to return to Beijing today."

The king of Zhou smiled slightly, "Let's go tomorrow."

Dudu Xu was speechless for a long time, and confessed uneasy, "Be careful on the way, don't rush on the road at night, okay?"

"Yes, uncle." Zhou Wang said with a smile.

Dudu Xu was a little helpless, "Sanlang, His Majesty entrusted you repeatedly before leaving Beijing, even if my uncle knew that you were annoying, he would also talk to you..."

King Zhou raised his hand to stop him, "Uncle, I understand. Please say hello to my aunt when I go back to the mansion, and say that I came back in a hurry and didn't have time to visit the mansion. Please don't mind. Is my cousin going well after she leaves the cabinet? If so If things don't go your way, my uncle is too gentlemanly, and let my cousin be wronged for nothing." Dudu Xu agreed one by one.

Zhou Wang changed the subject, "Uncle, I want to ask you to check things for me."

Xu Dudu bowed freely, "Your Highness, please tell me."

King Zhou looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, please find out for me what is the real reason why Yu Tai refuses to be an official."

(End of this chapter)