Dingjiangshan

That day, Jiang Xiaohan and Ning Yan talked behind closed doors for an afternoon. Except for those close to them who stayed to serve, no one else knew what the two monarchs and ministers had said together.

But Mr. Zuo Xiang didn't seem to have talked with His Majesty. When he came out of the palace, his face was extremely ugly. He didn't say anything, and he didn't go out of the palace. Take it back."

Ning Yan was also stubborn, he only asked He Wenting to spread the word, saying that it was to let the teacher stop thinking about it, the emperor kept his promises, and there was absolutely no reason for him to swallow back what he said.

He Wenting was caught in the middle, he was in a dilemma, he would enter the house and come out, rushing to persuade him to make peace, but the teacher and the student both had the same idea, and neither was willing to give in.

Ning Yan said that the teacher should go back as soon as possible without saying too much; Jiang Xiaohan's side is to persuade His Majesty to be a courtier, and hope that His Majesty will take back his order.

He Wenting was in a dilemma, and sighed several times before going in and out.

Now it's a cold day outside, and the gate of Zichen Palace is full of forbidden soldiers, coming and going, most of them saw the scene seriously.

Why did Jiang Xiaohan come here today? Almost everyone with a little background has heard about it, but this time Ning Yan is determined to get to the bottom of the matter of "not being drafted." Come out and see.

There were also a few sons of aristocratic families in the imperial army who knew the inside story, and they couldn't help whispering their ears together when they saw this, saying that looking at the situation, even Mr. Jiang didn't try to gain some face from His Majesty, let alone others.

There was a warm stove in the Zichen Hall, and it was rare for Ning Yan not to review papers today, nor to read those endless booklets.Spread out on his desk is a painting that has not been finished in time. The entire upper right corner of the painting is still empty, which looks a bit abrupt.

"He Wenting." Ning Yan stood behind the desk and looked at the painting for a while, without raising his head, he said: "Grinding ink."

He Wenting looked at him worriedly, carefully persuaded: "Your Majesty can't write now..."

"Just grind." Ning Yan interrupted him.

He Wenting knew that he had been in a bad mood for the past two days, so he didn't dare to persuade him any more, he could only sigh inwardly, and walked up to grind the ink for him.

Ning Yan picked out a thin Zihao pen from the pen holder, picked up some ink with the tip of the pen, thought for a while, and wrote the first stroke on the paper.

His right hand was indeed not strong enough to support him to do this kind of delicate work. After just a few strokes, Ning Yan's wrist injury began to tingle and swell. Ning Yan frowned slightly, not willing to show weakness in front of He Wenting, so He straightened up without any trace, squeezed his wrist, and glanced outside.

"Go and add a hand stove to the teacher, don't call it really cold." Ning Yan said.

He Wenting responded, put down the ink ingot in his hand, took a hand stove that had been prepared a long time ago from the side, carefully added a few pieces of hot charcoal into it, picked it up with the hand stove cover and put it in his arms, bent over and went out went.

Jiang Xiaohan was still kneeling at the bottom of the steps. If you looked closer, you would find that he was kneeling very insincerely—not to mention the cloak was tightly packed by him, and he even turned the hem around to put two thick layers under his knees.

He Wenting held a hand stove, looked around like a thief, walked down the steps with a low eyebrow, walked up to Jiang Xiaohan and bowed.

"Your Majesty said, it's freezing outside, Prime Minister Zuo, if you go home early, it's useless to kneel anyway." He Wenting glanced left and right, and pretended to lower his voice to persuade: "Master Jiang, you also Don't be stubborn, Your Majesty has already made up his mind, no matter how much you kneel down, it will be your own body that will be injured."

While He Wenting was talking, he had already taken out the hand stove in his hand, and then handed it to Jiang Xiaohan to cover it.

Jiang Xiaohan took the hand stove and wrapped it in the cloak, first thanked in a low voice, then straightened his back, and said with a dull face that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "If your Majesty does not change his mind, I will not go back."

After He Wenting delivered the things, he shook his head when he saw this, and entered the hall again regretfully.

In this part of the palace city, it is no secret that there is any disturbance.The news of Jiang Xiaohan being punished to kneel in front of the hall reached Jiang Ling's ears within half an hour, and Second Miss Jiang was taken aback.

She was afraid that she might have made a mistake, so she asked the maid three times before she was sure that she had heard correctly.

"Do you know why?" Jiang Ling asked.

"I'm not too sure about the specific slaves." The young maid replied, "I just heard that it seems that the Prime Minister Zuo wanted to persuade His Majesty, but His Majesty refused to listen, so he froze."

Then it can only be a matter of the draft, Jiang Ling thought.Although she felt in her heart that Ning Yan and Jiang Xiaohan wouldn't have such an ugly fight, Jiang Ling still didn't have a clue about Ning Huaijin.

When he was in Anqing Mansion, Jiang Ling saw firsthand that Ning Yan would do anything for Ning Huaijin.

For a while, she didn't care whether to be scolded or not, and hurried to the National Teacher's Mansion.

Yan Qing entered the palace with Jiang Xiaohan in the afternoon. Jiang Xiaohan went to see Ning Yan in the Zichen Hall, and Yan Qing went to the National Teacher's Mansion to teach Jing Zhan some pharmacology and difficult prescriptions.

When Jiang Ling went, the master and apprentice were watching the stars on the observatory. Jiang Ling didn't ask anyone to report. He ran upstairs with his skirt in his hands, and hurriedly pulled Yan Qing's sleeve.

"Father, it's not good!" Jiang Ling bluffed and said, "Father is kneeling at the gate of Zichen Palace because of Brother Yan not wanting the harem. Brother Yan was angry with him and only told him to go back by himself, but Father refused. -"

Yan Qing glanced at Jiang Ling, and handed Jiang Ling a small cup from the small clay stove next to him.

"Have a sip of tea." Yan Qing said, "Look at how fast you run, you're out of breath."

How could Jiang Ling be in the mood to drink tea? She glanced at Jing Zhan who was packing up, and wondered why the two of them were not in a hurry to compete with each other.

"Don't drink, don't drink." Jiang Ling waved his hands quickly and said, "Father, go and persuade father, it's freezing cold, and persuade him to go home quickly."

"Is he wearing a cloak?" Yan Qing asked suddenly.

Jiang Ling was taken aback by his question, thought for a while, and then replied, "That...that's true."

Yan Qing sighed in his heart, saying that after so many years, Mr. Jiang has finally improved his memory, and it is really gratifying to know that he has taken care of himself before acting.

"When did this happen?" Yan Qing asked again.

"Just now." Jiang Ling said, "Half an hour ago?"

"Then don't worry." Yan Qing bypassed Jiang Ling, put away the star chart on the low table beside him, and said casually, "I'll go in two hours."

Jiang Ling was shocked when he heard the words. He pulled Jing Zhan over and whispered to him, "Did Dad quarrel with father? Brother, try to persuade him to make peace."

Jing Zhan flicked her on the forehead with his fingers, and reprimanded lightly: "You have been back in Beijing for so many days and you don't know how to go home, but now you start to worry about whether the rebellious father will go home or not."

Jiang Ling hissed, covered his forehead and said aggrievedly: "This is different... I eat, drink and have earth dragon roast in the palace, but my father is kneeling in the ice and snow."

Seeing that she was really anxious, Yan Qing couldn't help but walked over and patted her head.

"What are you afraid of? Your father knows it well." Yan Qing said helplessly, "He kneels down to cover His Majesty's mouth."

Jiang Ling blinked, a little dazed.

Yan Qing took her hand, led her to sit next to the small tea stove, and asked softly: "Except for Prince Gong, who do you think is closer to His Majesty than your father in this civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty?"

"... seems to be gone." Jiang Ling said.

"Since that's the case, even your father can't make His Majesty change his mind. Even if other people want to advise, they still have to weigh their own proportions." Yan Qing said: "So, the two of them must have discussed it. Do it for others to see - your father kneels alone, it will be easier to end than all the civil and military men in the dynasty rushing to kneel in front of Ning Yan."

"It seems to be true." Jiang Ling said.

Jiang Ling knew how to measure in his heart, so he was not in a hurry, obediently holding the small cup that Yan Qing handed over, and sipping tea in small sips.

"But Brother Yan is really strange." Jiang Ling said worriedly: "I have seen him avoiding Uncle Wang these days. Did they really quarrel or what?"

"There's nothing I can't understand." Yan Qing smiled: "When two people are together, it won't be plain and unremarkable. Two people have their own edges and corners. If they want to be together, they must get along well. It's not normal for a bump to bump."

"But Uncle Wang and Brother Yan have never quarreled for so many years." Jiang Ling said.

"In this world, being a ruler and subject, being a relative, being a friend, and being a lover are different." Yan Qing said patiently: "The first three can give way to each other, and there is a lot of respect for each other. But it’s not okay to be a lover. It’s a lifetime of mutual support and support. Naturally, you have to be honest with each other, see each other’s worst point, and then accept and change each other. Only in this way can you go hand in hand smoothly. Putting on airs, I am only willing to show the other party some good qualities that I want to show off, in case one day I show my timidity, it is easy to cause many twists and turns."

Jiang Ling seemed to understand, but Yan Qing didn't care. He just stroked her hair and said, "You will understand this when you grow up."

Although Yan Qing said that he would wait two hours to persuade him, he couldn't hold back. After drinking tea with Jiang Ling for an hour, he couldn't sit still. After much deliberation, he still went to Zichen Palace.

Jiang Xiaohan had already guessed that Jiang Ling would run to rescue the soldiers, so he was not surprised to see Yan Qing coming.

"It's just in time." Jiang Xiaohan stuffed the hand stove in his hand to Yan Qing, jokingly said: "The hand stove has just warmed up, so it's time to replace it with a new one."

Yan Qing knelt down halfway, stretched out his hand to brush the fine snow and frost on Fujiang Xiaohan's cloak, and asked in a low voice, "How long will you have to kneel?"

"Actually, it's almost the same." Jiang Xiaohan said.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows, put her arms around his shoulders, and asked, "Then you're not dizzy?"