Wanli Fenghou Road in the past

At the door of the study, Min'er held a snack and looked at Tang Yu as if wanting to see a savior: "My lord, you are here..."

"How is Your Majesty?" Tang Yu was a little worried.

"Your Majesty... Lunch and dinner are useless..." Min'er held a snack and said, "Last night, I watched the memorial till dawn, but today I locked myself in the study room in the early morning, and all the palace officials were kicked out." , His Royal Highness just came here, and was beaten out by His Majesty..."

Tang Yu sighed, and reached out to take the dim sum in Miner'er's hand: "You go down first! I'll come."

Min'er's eyes were full of hope: "That's great, please Master Tang."

Tang Wei pushed open the door of the study and walked in slowly.

"Get out." Zheng Che said without raising his head: "I have told you so many times, but I have disappeared!"

"Your Majesty..." Tang Yu whispered.

Zheng Che raised his head abruptly, staring straight at Tang Que with his bloodshot eyes, as if he was confirming whether the person who came was real.

"Yuan Heng..." Zheng Che'an rubbed his swollen temples: "Come here."

Tang Wei put the snacks on the table and saluted slightly: "Your Majesty, let's eat something!"

Zheng Che'an sighed wearily: "I have no appetite..."

Tang Wei stood beside Zheng Che'an's chair, hesitated for a moment, reached out and picked up a piece of snack, his ears were a little red: "Hey, I..."

Tang Wei seldom made such a transgressive behavior, Zheng Che'an's eyes flashed, and he took a bite involuntarily.

Tang Wei quietly fed Zheng Che'an half a plate of dim sum before saluting: "Your Majesty... the dragon body is the most important thing."

Zheng Che'an's eyes fell on the memorial again, and his tone was a little weak: "Yuan Heng... General Chu is dead..."

Tang Yu was dumbfounded, and reached out to pat Zheng Che'an's shoulder lightly.

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Yuan Heng... what should I do? "Zheng Che'an was a little dazed: "Nan Shao has been urging to send more people, but in the middle of the court...except Chu Yao, no one has succeeded. Chu Yao is still supervising Jiangzhou. He is the only heir of the Chu family. If something goes wrong... I really feel ashamed of my mother's spirit..."

"Your Majesty... you can choose someone else." Tang Yu said.

"Who?" Zheng Che'an was taken aback, "I'm partial to the second young master of the He family, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child..."

"Inappropriate," Tang Wei frowned: "Young Master He has indeed practiced martial arts since he was a child, but as far as I know, what he practiced was all ostentatious, and I am afraid that Xu Yijun will not accept it, which will cause the army's morale to slacken, which is not a good strategy."

"Then, who do you think is suitable?" Zheng Che'an asked.

"...I..." Tang Yu looked at Zheng Che'an and said slowly.

Zheng Che'an's pupils shrank sharply, and he also knew that it was indeed a good choice to let Tang Wei go. Tang Wei was a civil servant, and he would never dictate to the army, but he was well read in poetry and books, and he spoke very convincingly. Everything is changing rapidly, and what is needed is the assistance of people like Tang Yu.

"No!" Zheng Che'an blurted out: "You don't even think about it, just manage the punishment department for me!"

Zheng Che'an is also selfish. He has a special feeling for Tang Wei, like letting this person hide behind him forever, obediently be a minister under his nose, stay away from the battlefield, stay away from danger...

"Your Majesty!" Tang Wei raised his voice a little bit: "Your king of a country!"

Zheng Che was taken aback for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, yes!He is the emperor, the king of a country, who decides the destiny of the country. To himself, Tang Yu is an irreplaceable friend, but to the people of the world, Tang Yu is just an official, an ordinary person, if for this little Selfishly disregarding the war in Nanshao, he insisted on keeping the most suitable person in the capital. Once something went wrong, how could he have the face to meet his ancestors?

"Your Majesty..." Tang Yu said softly, "I have the confidence to fulfill my mission."

Zheng Che'an looked at Tang Yu with complicated eyes, and after an unknown amount of time, he said to the outside of the hall: "Come here, I want to issue an edict!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty will accompany you too!" Han Yunqing entered the door and said, "Your Majesty, please help me!"

"Nonsense!" Zheng Chean raised his eyebrows: "You are the only eldest son of the Dingnanhou family, if there is a slight mistake, wouldn't the Dingnanhou's mansion have no successors?"

"My father has agreed," Han Yunqing saluted, "My father said that the title of Marquis Dingnan was created by our ancestors on the battlefield. Now that Liang is in trouble, if he can't share the worries of the royal family, he will be ashamed of hereditary succession." bit!"

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Han family!" Zheng Che'an took the case and said, "Add Tang Wei as special envoy, Han Yunqing as deputy commander, and leave in three days!"

On the day of departure, Zheng Che'an personally put on the armor for Tang Wei.

Tang Yu didn't need to go into battle to kill the enemy, he just commanded as an internal staff member. He was wearing a silver-white soft armor, which was light and flexible, and reflected a faint brilliance in the sun.

Tang Yu was like an unsheathed sword, heroic and extremely dazzling. His beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and his long eyelashes were slightly curled up. Zheng Che'an was a little fascinated.

"Your Majesty," Tang Wei raised his head, his tone was a bit cautious: "Can you... can you give me a hug?"

Zheng Chean was taken aback for a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face, he reached out and hugged the person in front of him, and whispered in his ear: "I will wait for you to come back."

Tang Yu's body trembled, feeling Zheng Che'an's tighter and tighter hug, and gently closed his eyes.

After a long time, Zheng Che'an let go of Tang Tie and patted him on the shoulder: "Be careful."

Tang Yu knelt down on his knees in front of Zheng Che'an, and bowed respectfully: "I will definitely live up to the emperor's kindness."

Zheng Che'an watched Tang Yu's back until that person disappeared completely from sight, he felt a little dazed, it seemed...it was the first time Tang Yu was so far away from him...

"Your Majesty!" Min'er rushed in in a panic and saluted Zheng Che'an.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Chean frowned.

"Your Majesty, Empress...the fetal image is unstable, please hurry over and have a look!"

Zheng Che felt relieved. After all, this was his first child. From the moment he found out that he was coming to this world, countless changes happened in the sequence. How many lives...

"Show Weiyang Palace!" Zheng Che said hurriedly.

The Weiyang Palace seemed a little flustered, the imperial physician and palace personnel came in and out, Mi Qingwan was less than eight months pregnant, she was lying on the bed with a pale face, and the imperial physician was also sweating profusely.

"Queen..." Zheng Chean sat on the head of the bed and took Mi Qingwan's hand: "How are you? Are you feeling bad?"

Mi Qingwan's sweat stuck a few strands of hair to her face, making her look a bit messy, and she said weakly, "Your Majesty..."

Zheng Che'an didn't know what to do other than accompany him. He frowned, and said to Mi Qingwan's court lady, "How did this happen?"

Mi Qingwan smiled: "It's okay, my concubine just got cold..."

"The queen rest well." Zheng Che'an felt that his presence would hinder the imperial physician, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Your Majesty!" Mi Qingwan suddenly grabbed Zheng Che'an's sleeve, quickly let go, and withdrew her hand.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Che'an turned around and asked.

"Chenqie...I have something very important to tell you..." Mi Qingwan turned even paler: "Wait...when Chenqie's child is born, Chenqie will tell you..."

The second monk Zheng Che Anzhang was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions, nodded and turned to leave.

Mi Qingwan stared blankly at the bed curtain, as if muttering to herself: "After all... I can't pass the hurdle in my heart..."