Dingjiangshan

In the study room of the Shu family's main courtyard, the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

Shu Qinghui sat in the room with an unfriendly expression and waited on the servants and maids who were all sent out by him. Only a tender-faced young master sat under him, wringing his hands and carefully watching his face.

The young master looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a peach-colored jacket with a golden safety lock around his neck. He had a round face and his chin was buried in the fur at the neckline. He was extremely wealthy. .

It's just that he seems a little afraid of Shu Qinghui, especially when they are alone.Shu Qinghui didn't speak, and he didn't dare to move. He sat upright for a long time, until his back was sore and his legs were numb, so he moved his butt uncomfortably.

He thought he was moving in a concealed manner, but Shu Qinghui saw him squarely.

"If I ask you to come, will you just be a mute?" Shu Qinghui threw the hand stove in his hand on the table, and said angrily, "What do you think about your sister's matter?"

"Father..." Shu Le was called by name, hesitated for a while carefully, finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deliberate way: "I think, after all, this is just a verbal contract. If your majesty really wants to renege on the debt, there is nothing our family can do. Besides... Besides... if your majesty really doesn't like my sister, if my father insists on using this marriage contract as an argument and sending my sister to the palace, then your majesty will not be against it My sister is fine."

"What do you know?" Shu Qinghui nodded at him from the air: "Is it an ordinary marriage for your sister to enter the palace? It is a matter of honor for the family."

Shu Le was already afraid of him, so he shrank his neck when he heard this, let alone dared to speak.

He wanted to show weakness, but Shu Qinghui didn't want to let his only son-in-law go, and insisted on teaching him a thing or two about this matter.

Shu Qinghui stood up from behind the desk, walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and said subduedly, "Le'er, you're not young anymore, and you should understand some things even if I don't tell you. As for the crucian carp, there are many who are in the early stages and many who are in decline. The well-being of our Shu family, as well as your future, must have a more favorable guarantee."

"But my father is already the censor Zhongcheng, the head of the cabinet under the cabinet, that's an honor." Shu Le still wanted to argue for his sister: "In the future, I will study hard and strive for fame. We don't want to be relatives. No problem."

"Children's words." Shu Qinghui shook his head and sighed: "Everyone in the capital understands, it doesn't matter who your Majesty likes or doesn't like. Your Majesty is the emperor, and there are 3000 beauties in the harem. Whoever you like will be carried back to pamper you." That is, as long as his queen is useful to him, it doesn't matter who he is. But for your sister and the Shu family, the late emperor's will is a big tree that can preserve the glory of the Shu family."

"I can't see it." After all, Shu Le still felt sorry for her own sister, and retorted in a low voice: "At the beginning, my grandfather was not selected by the late emperor to assist the government, so he had already lost the opportunity. I also know that our family is always better than him. People have long been affectionate and inferior."

"You don't understand." Unexpectedly, Shu Qinghui didn't get angry with a cold face. He walked to the window, looked out and said in a low voice: "To put it bluntly, His Majesty is still young, and at least you have to sit on this dragon chair." A few decades... There are too many variables that can occur in these few decades."

"Emperors have always been suspicious since ancient times. Today's favored minister, An Zhi, is not tomorrow's powerful minister. As a father shoulders a large family, you must always think about this family." Shu Qinghui said: "Your Majesty, it is impossible to leave the harem vacant for the rest of your life. If he doesn't like Qiu Yu, it means he has a crush on girls from other families. But since your sister has already taken the lead in this matter, there is absolutely no reason for other families to take advantage of this advantage."

Shu Le looked at Shu Qinghui's back, and wanted to say a few more words for her sister, but couldn't say anything.

Unlike his father, who has been immersed in the court for a long time, he is still in the stage of vaguely understanding what Shu Qinghui said.

Shu Le felt that Shu Qinghui's words were in line with some of the overall situation in the book, but at the same time, he really didn't want to regard his loving sister as a tool that could bring benefits to the family.So he could only lower his head sadly, his small face wrinkled like a little bun.

Outside the study, Shu Qiuyu withdrew her hand that was about to knock on the door, stood at the door silently for a moment, handed the snack box in her hand to the maid beside her, turned around silently, and walked on the way she had come and gone.

"Sister, sister!" The little girl who came with her to deliver snacks naturally heard what was said in the study. She stood at the door in a daze for a while before regaining her composure and quickly caught up with Shu Qiuyu. Holding her hand, he said eagerly: "Sister, don't be sad, father may not be right—"

"Father is right." Shu Qiuyu interrupted Shu Qiushuang lightly, patted the back of her hand reassuringly, took the little girl's arm, and gave her half of the fox fur sleeve in his hand: "It's windy outside." , Talking while running like this, you won’t be afraid of choking on the wind.”

Being pulled by her, Shu Qiushuang felt a little more at ease in her heart. She quickly raised her head to glance at Shu Qiuyu's side face, then lowered her head, and squeezed Shu Qiuyu's hand tightly.

Shu Qiushuang always felt that her sister was different from other sisters. Since she was a child, Shu Qiuyu had the hardest lessons, used the strictest teacher, and was proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.When the girls next to her were picking butterflies and picking flowers in the yard, Shu Qiuyu could only learn housekeeping from her mother in the room.

In Shu Qiushuang's impression, her sister always seems to be so gentle and gentle, unhurried, even when she is in a hurry, she will pay attention to maintaining a dignified posture at all times, just like those drawn in those rules.

"Sister." Shu Qiushuang gently took her hand and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Don't be angry." Shu Qiuyu smiled at her and pinched her face.

Shu Qiushuang didn't quite understand why her father didn't care about Shu Qiuyu's marriage, but she wasn't angry at all.As she foolishly walked towards the backyard with Shu Qiuyu, she thought of asking: "Then why don't we send pastries to Father and Le'er?"

"Because my sister has more important things to do, and my sister has to help my father share his worries." Shu Qiuyu said: "...Let's go see my mother."

At the same time, at the gate of the palace half a street away from Shu's mansion, the little servant who was sent by Linglong to greet her was with her hands in her cuffs, stamping her feet in circles in the cold wind, poking her head from time to time to look out from the gate of the palace. Eye.He didn't know how many times he turned around before looking forward to the familiar Prince's frame from the official road.

Seeing Ning Huaijin coming, the servant straightened his clothes quickly, trotted a few steps to the carriage frame, bent down and saluted, and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has ordered that if your Highness comes, you don't need to change the sedan chair at the gate of the palace. Just switch to the second gate."

Ning Huaijin has always followed the rules, if there was a time when Ning Yan didn't remember to ask someone to order this time, Ning Huaijin would definitely change the sedan chair at the gate of the palace.

Ning Huaijin hummed lightly in the car, indicating that she understood.He took a long detour today, and he himself was a little anxious, so he didn't insist on changing the sedan chair.The imperial guards at the palace gate all knew Ning Huaijin's frame, and also knew Ning Yan's habits, so they let go of the clips when they were far away, and let him pass without interrogation.

The frame went all the way inward along the main street of Miyagi, and stopped at the door of the upper study room in less than a stick of incense.Linglong was waiting there for Ning Huaijin, when Yaoyao saw him coming, she hurried up to meet him.

The carriage was parked at the door of the upper study room, He Wenting put aside the little servant who was driving the carriage, and personally raised his hand and opened the curtain to wait for Ning Huaijin to get off the sedan chair.

"Your Majesty, you are here." Linglong saluted Ning Huaijin Fu, followed him into the house, and complained with a bitter expression, "Your Majesty is diligent, and I can't even persuade you."

As Linglong said, she raised her hand and pointed to the imperial physician waiting at the door: "You see, the imperial physician is waiting here, waiting to give His Majesty a pulse."

Ning Huaijin didn't say a word, just glanced to the side lightly, and saw the imperial doctor standing beside the door of the study, with a thin layer of frost on her shoulders, she didn't know how long she had been waiting.

"This king cannot make decisions for His Majesty." Ning Huaijin said, "Please wait for the imperial physician."

Ning Huaijin was in a hurry to go out today, and she didn't have time to take care of her clothes. She only wore a slightly old ink-colored cloak over her dark green uniform.But even so, his back is still straight, and his whole body is still full of royal nobility.

Although he usually has a calm face, but He Wenting grew up with Ning Yan in Prince Gong's residence since he was a child, so he naturally knows that the prince is definitely not in a good mood at this time.

It's just that although Ning Huaijin was in a hurry, the rules were always very good. He stood still at the door of the upper study room and said calmly: "Please tell Your Majesty that Prince Gong is asking to see you."

"Oh, what did the lord say?" He Wenting hurried forward and pushed the door of the study room open for him: "Your Majesty has already ordered that if the lord comes, just go in, and you don't have to observe those empty etiquettes."

Ning Yan didn't like making noise very much, so there weren't too many palace people in the upper study room, and now most of them were sent away by Ning Yan, the huge upper study room seemed empty.

When Ning Huaijin walked in, Ning Yan was supporting his head, trying his best to pay the memorial in his hand, the pile of approved ones was neatly piled aside, seeing that there were not many left.

Quietly going to the study room, with the entry of others, more or less added to the popularity, the little emperor wrote two strokes of Zhu Zhu on the memorial, and after reading the book in his hand, he dropped the pen and raised his head, and greeted Ning Huaijin: "The emperor is here."

The little emperor sat behind the desk and looked up at him, his voice was soft and nasal with some sadness.

The cold-faced young man softened his eyes in an instant, and asked softly, "I heard that Your Majesty is not feeling well?"

Ning Yan didn't speak, he moved his buttocks, leaned over from the dragon chair, and stretched out his hand to Ning Huaijin.

Ning Huaijin hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist those watery eyes. He walked around the desk, stood in front of Ning Yan, and touched his forehead.

——It seems to be a little hot.

"His Majesty--"

Ning Huaijin just wanted to say that the imperial physician was waiting outside, but before she could finish her sentence, Ning Yan suddenly put her arms around his waist.Ning Huaijin was stunned for a moment, but didn't say the second part of calling the imperial doctor, allowing Ning Yan to slowly tighten her arms, turning her head to rub against his chest.

The python pattern embroidery on Ning Huaijin's clothes was harder than the fabric, making Ning Yan's cheeks a little red.

Why is His Majesty so clingy recently, Ning Huaijin thought in a daze.

He, the emperor's nephew, is young and has a good temperament. Sometimes he really likes to act like a baby, but because of the majesty of the emperor, he seldom shows this side in front of people. I don't know what happened today.

"Your Majesty, it's all Your Majesty." Ning Yan's voice was a little aggrieved - the sick child was somewhat unreasonable.The young man raised his head, blinked his eyes and looked at Ning Huaijin, his eyes were foggy: "If I wasn't for Your Majesty, Uncle Huang wouldn't miss me at all."