I just like the Prime Minister

The pear blossoms in the capital are like snow falling one after another, and the late spring of red flowers and green jade is slowly passing by. Before the summer solstice, which is such a poetic and picturesque summer solstice, the Dayu court sent away the Khitan who was smoking from seven orifices.

Jiang Xizhu sat in the military plane for ten days, and finally dealt with the Khitan matter under Lin Ge's immovable "sun and moon loyalty" and Feng Chenghou's "slapping the table and staring", sent away the Khitan people, and sent away Ge Lao and Hou Lord, everyone in the Military Aircraft Department finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally looking forward to the long-awaited rest day.

In the past few days, Jiang Xizhu has hardly been properly repaired. For several days in a row, he slept with his clothes in the row of poor and dilapidated wooden houses in the military aircraft department. Delivering melon and fruit snacks, but accidentally saw the faint blue shadow under Jiang Xizhu's eyebrows, and immediately sent the imperial dining room to make soup for several days, which made all the military ministers who were already angry were furious Life is better than death, there is really no way, so Jiang Xizhu has to come forward and advise the emperor to stop this torture called caring but suffering.

Li Chengzuo finally realized that the direction of concern was wrong, and finally, under Song Guifei's roundabout condemnation, he found his conscience and rewarded all the military ministers for a day's rest.

On the day of Xiumu, Jiang Xizhu didn't sleep like Li Chengzuo imagined - his family was very strict in education, and his daily living and eating habits became natural, which had long been set in the day-to-day routine.

After Jiang Xizhu got up, he thought for a while, ordered his servants to prepare carriages and horses, and set off for Pei's mansion, which was two streets away.

Since Pei Wenyuan came back from the front line in Liaodong, the imperial court had to deal with one pile after another. In addition, His Majesty the Emperor was a shameless rascal, and he had to run to the prime minister's eyes for nothing. Therefore, Jiang Xizhu was always busy with the return of his old friend. After going through the house, I finally got free today.

It is obviously not a good thing for the prime minister and the commander-in-chief to have a close relationship, but the two are in-laws. Pei Wenyuan and Jiang Xizhu grew up together, and it is normal for the two to walk closer, but even so, Jiang Xizhu did not go there with great fanfare .

He only wore casual clothes, and he had to take off his court clothes. The calm and steady temperament of a court official disappeared with the official uniform, allowing him to put on the gentleman's spirit of a young man of this age again. He ordered people to remove the carriages and horses. The "Jiang character" lantern in front of the door did not lift the curtain until the commander's mansion, and showed a faint smile at the gatekeeper at the gate of Pei's mansion: "Is the major general in the mansion today?"

These days when Pei Wenyuan returns to Beijing to report on his duties are really boring. The biggest activity every day is to go to the yamen of the Ministry of War to meet him. However, it is not a wartime, and the things in the yamen of the Ministry of War are very limited. Even if there are, there are already permanent officials in the Ministry of War It was done quickly.General Pei Shao is a hero who is useless, and stares at the old tree from which caterpillars he poked out every day in the yamen.

Pei Wenyuan's idle long-haired son, hearing that the imperial court sent the Khitan people back to his hometown, couldn't sit still anymore, wishing he could set off immediately and go back to Liaodong to guard the border. I was thinking about how to find a reason to tell the emperor to allow him to leave, but he was not good at things like pleading orders, he was a child from a family of generals, and he was scratching his head thinking of reasons. The prime minister is here.

This is timely rain.

As soon as Pei Wenyuan threw the pen in his hand, he turned and walked out. Halfway there, he thought of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched undetectably. No one else? Beside... Followers, is there a young man who is this tall and looks very energetic?"

Jia Ding was confused by the text of his major general, thought it over very carefully, shook his head like a rattle, and said affirmatively: "No, there is only Jiang Xiang alone—the one who came here is not obvious, and the official uniform is all the same. Not wearing it."

Pei Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then went out with confidence.

The emperor who was far away in the palace suddenly woke up from his dream.

He was thinking about proposing marriage with Junchi in his dream, so he deliberately went to worship Yuelao Temple with all his awkwardness, but when he looked up, Yuelao's face was the same as Song Yingluo's expression when he despised him Exactly the same, not only didn't give him any advice, but also mocked very viciously: "Stop asking, your daughter-in-law is going to meet her childhood sweetheart, if you don't chase after her, she will climb the wall."

One sentence frightened Li Chengzuo to sit up suddenly from the dragon bed.

The sunshine in Qianqing Palace is just right, and the bright light shines through the glazed windows directly onto the censer of tranquilizing incense burning in the palace. Li Chengzuo caressed his injured heart, muttering that dreams are reversed, and when he looked up, I finally found a master for the wicked old man in my dream.

Song Yingluo leaned in the imperial concubine chair, unceremoniously took his top-quality Tieguanyin as mouthwash, drank it and chattered endlessly, as if complaining: "Your Majesty, you are awake, oh, tea, it's all about southern Fujian. People love to drink Kung Fu tea, if you ask your concubines to say, that’s what their taste means, and there is also the best Tieguanyin, which is bitter and astringent. Is it really this group of poor and muddy legs who love self-torture, expecting this thing to remember bitterness and sweetness? It’s not as good as less Greedy for a little silver and frank."

"..." Li Chengzuo was hurt by Song Yingluo's nagging early in the morning, rubbed the center of his brows, and said not at all pleasantly, "Why are you here? This is my bedroom. You really think it is the back garden of your Fengcheng Marquis's mansion." Come here when you want? A girl who runs into a man's room and pretends to be a ghost, the imperial concubine is really very leisurely."

Concubine Song has reached a new level of acquaintance, and returned to the emperor with a shy expression of "Come on", showing that she didn't listen to the emperor's dissatisfaction. I don't know whether it was from the imperial dining room or from the dim sum she brought herself, and said triumphantly: "Your Majesty, all your eight hundred shadows will be ordered by me. If I really want to assassinate you, I don't have to do it myself. Believe it or not? Pretend to be a ghost in the palace? Is there a ghost as talented and beautiful as me? You really put gold on the ghost's face."

Li Chengzuo really didn't bother to talk to her, he just felt that in three to five years time, after the current mess was sorted out, Song Yingluo must be sent away as soon as possible.

He stood up, rare that Concubine Song had winked and called someone to come in to serve him.

While changing clothes, Li Chengzuo looked at Song Yingluo, and only then did he discover the source of Song Yingluo's wink - saving trivial matters to delay her eating snacks.

The emperor was extremely upset by her eating dim sum, stared at her sullenly, and said for a long time: "Don't you know that the dim sum in the palace cannot be eaten indiscriminately?"

Song Yingluo obviously misunderstood. Hearing this sentence, she was shocked by the emperor's stinginess: "Your Majesty, aren't you? It's just a snack."

"Sickness comes from the mouth, and misfortune comes from the mouth." Li Chengzuo said coolly, "When I eat snacks, I think of my good brother King Qi. When I was young, he was at odds with me. At that time, my mother was not favored. The seventh child has not yet been born, and Concubine Lin is so powerful that even the Empress of the Central Palace has to avoid her edge. But the Empress Mother is the empress after all, and she cannot confront Concubine Lin head-on. She can only guard against trivial matters around me. I feel that the queen mother is in trouble—it turns out that the queen mother is not a fuss. One day, the king of Qi brought me a piece of snack, but the eunuch serving food by my side refused to let me eat it. He insisted on trying it first, but after he ate it, he fell down. die violently."

After Song Yingluo listened, for some reason, the dim sum in her mouth suddenly choked.

"I didn't make it clear in the end—Concubine Lin insisted that someone murdered King Qi, but King Qi almost killed me out of brotherly love, and finally cried and made trouble in front of the late Emperor because of his favor, and just let it go The matter has been uncovered, but now that I think about it, my father's suspicion of her probably started from that time." Li Chengzuo glanced at the stunned Song Yingluo with a half-smile, seeing that the purpose of embarrassing her had been achieved, and then leisurely He said, "Do you know why I am willing to send everything in my palace to the Prime Minister's mansion, but I never reward food?"

Song Yingluo didn't expect to eat a piece of dim sum to reveal the bloody secret of the palace. Miss Song felt that she might have a shadow of dim sum for the rest of her life, but she couldn't help being curious: "Poison...is it really Lin?" concubine?"

After she asked, she also felt that she was a bit talkative, but it was not the first time that she was disgusted by her talkativeness, and she was able to withstand any disgusting gaze, very fearless.

However, Li Chengzuo didn't despise her, he waved away Zhang Deying who was waiting by his side like a mute, smiled a little evil, his eyes deepened a little: "No."

Song Yingluo was taken aback.

Li Chengzuo is obviously very satisfied with her reaction: "People will fight back when they are at the end of the mountain. People who seem to have no desire to compete may just hide their strength and bide their time. Everything you see is true, but childhood Old things, I still find it very interesting to talk about, and I don’t know how my eldest brother, King Qi, is doing now. Tell me, this time, the Empress Dowager Qianqiu, should I call him back to Beijing, so that he can recall the brotherly relationship with me when I was a child?  … ...Okay, let’s not talk about it, Concubine, you came to disturb my rest early in the morning, but is there something wrong?”

Song Yingluo: "..."

Emotional Royal recalled that childhood was so similar to horror legends.

Song Yingluo threw away the disgusting snack, and started to drink the top-quality Tieguanyin, and immediately felt that the tea was much sweeter.

"I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with Khitan for the time being." Song Yingluo threw the teacup she had emptied and wiped her mouth, "Khitan messed up on his own, so he couldn't make a big storm in the first place. , It is probably enough to hurt their bones... I was not worried about the royal court of Khitan."

Li Chengzuo nodded when he heard the words, and smiled with peach blossom eyes: "The choir."

Song Yingluo actually sighed: "Although the choir is from Khitan, they are from Jianghu after all, and this time they have participated so deeply, I'm afraid it's not just the border accidents - if there is an accident at the border, there are still people available in the court. If there is an unstoppable undercurrent, when it becomes a wave that shakes the sky, it will be unstoppable."

Li Chengzuo smiled: "So?"

"I want to take a walk in the rivers and lakes." Song Yingluo said, feeling the return of the shadow in her arms as she said, "Especially with King Qi, I have a hunch that if there is trouble, it must come from King Qi. ...We are too passive in the Jianghu. We have already mentioned to you about sending someone there, but there is really no better candidate than me. After all, I have been in the Jianghu for two days. It is indeed a talent, but the queen mother is still here, I am afraid that the queen mother and you will become suspicious because of this, let him take care of the shadows for me in Beijing; if my cousin is capable of writing and martial arts, it can't be better, but it's a pity , he is a frail scholar who writes romantically; as for Zixu Daoist, he is really not a person who does things..."

He said this, as if Song Yingluo was a person who did things. Li Chengzuo listened to her nagging endlessly, while weighing the pros and cons, but found that Song Yingluo stopped talking.

Li Chengzuo frowned, looked up, and saw that Song Yingluo maintained the posture of looking for rewards from the inside, and didn't move, then looked at Li Chengzuo and said badly.

Song Yingluo's face turned blue, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her lips before she knew it.

Poisoned!

Li Chengzuo jumped up and hit nine big acupoints on Song Yingluo's body like lightning. He supported her shoulders and laid her flat on the ground. He was afraid that she would hit her head, so he only half-supported her with his arms, and turned his head to face the palace gate. Outer anger shouted.

Hearing that the voice was wrong, Zhang Deying rushed in with the palace guards, and was stunned as soon as he saw it.

"What are you doing in a daze!" Li Chengzuo yelled, "Physician Xuan! Let them enter the palace immediately! What happened to the noble concubine! All of them will be buried in the Imperial Hospital!"

Song Yingluo only had a sliver of energy left, her eyes were in a trance, and her spirit was like gossamer.

"Your Majesty, does your zodiac sign belong to crow?" Song Yingluo asked, she opened her mouth, wanting to tease something else, but in the end she couldn't hold back, closed her eyes, and passed out.

The author has something to say: don't worry, how could a noble concubine, a woman as bright as Lu Zhishen, get a lunch box just because of a snack.