you are unspeakable

Song Cui got up early the next day and called Tan Jia to wait for him to change clothes. Tan Jia took the dark blue robe that Song Cui often wore as usual, and held it in front of Song Cui. Song Cui glanced down and said loudly : "Take the clothes that were incensed yesterday."

Tan Jia took the clothes off the clothes hanger, walked to Song Cui's side, and said doubtfully, "My lord, this dress was specially prepared by the old madam before she left, and she wanted to keep it when she had a chance to face her." Wear it when you are holy, isn’t it too early to take it out now?”

"It's not early," Song Cui said lightly, "Today is exactly the time."

Hearing what Song Cui said, Tan Jia lowered his eyebrows and waited for him to get dressed. Just after he finished dressing and washing, he heard the concierge Amu hurried over and called outside the door: "My lord, the Minister of the Ministry of War sent a car over and said yes The person who came to pick up the young master seems a little anxious, do you want to go out and meet the young master?"

"See," Song urged to open the door, stepped out of the steps, and walked steadily towards the door, Tan Jia hurriedly followed behind.

I saw Song Cui walking down the steps, nodding to the coachman and servant sent by the Minister of War, the servant approached Song Cui and said a few words, Song Cui got into the carriage and drove away.

Tan Jia and the concierge Amu didn't dare to go forward, and Tan Jia sighed when the carriage was far away: "The old lady asked me to remind the young master to eat well, you see, it's useless for the young master to eat breakfast now, this Beijing official is all eyes People who grow up in the sky don’t treat ordinary people as human beings, and they don’t know whether the young master can eat on time or whether he will be hungry.”

Amu glanced at Tan Jia, who was frowning, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Tan, you have to worry about it. After all, you are also the son of a Taiwei, and you are not really a commoner."

Tan Jia glared at Amu, who was stunned: "No wonder you are called Amu. It is not wrong to say that you are a piece of wood. If the Taiwei really took the young master as his son, he would not have sent him to Linzi at a young age. If it wasn't for Aunt Taiwei who wanted to take care of the son when he was young, the son still doesn't know..." Tan Jia became very angry, snorted, and turned to enter the room.

The carriage wobbled, but it didn't arrive at the mansion of Liu Shibang, Shangshu of the Ministry of War. Instead, it detoured to the entrance of Min Lane in Dongshi, stopped for a while, changed the driver, and then began to drive towards the real destination.

At the gate of the palace, Song Cui was summoned by a shrill male voice to get out of the car. Song Cui got out of the car, glanced at the man behind the car, then looked up at the Donghuamen plaque, stopped looking, and looked straight ahead. His eyes were clear, neither curious nor fearful.

Appreciation flashed in Zhong Qi's eyes, he bowed and smiled and said, "My lord, entering from here is the forbidden area of ​​the palace gate, ordinary people are not allowed to take the car, I hope you will forgive me."

Song Cui nodded: "I can save it."

Zhong Qi led Song Cui through the palace gate, and after walking for a long time, he finally arrived at the place. He asked Song Cui to wait in the side hall of Changle Palace, then quietly retreated, and hurried to find Zhong Sheng to answer.

But I don't know that Emperor Mingde came down early today, and at this moment the guard of honor was walking towards Changle Palace, when Zhong Qi bumped into him on the way, Zhong Qi quickly knelt down, "Good luck, Your Majesty."

Emperor Mingde suddenly thought of something, Zhong Sheng was the best at observing words and expressions, and stretched out his hand to signal the bearers to stop.

"I remember you called Zhong Qi to pick him up this morning?"

"Your Majesty really has a very good memory," Zhong Sheng replied, "Just ask Zhong Qi to pick up Young Master Song, Zhong Qi, why don't you answer Your Majesty quickly."

"Get up and answer," he said and raised his hand.

The bearer understood and walked slowly.

"Mr. Song is already waiting in the side hall." Zhong Qi hurriedly followed beside the dragon frame, and said as he walked, "Your servant is Mr. Song who I met in Minxiang, Xishi. He came to change coachmen all the way and enter the palace. The young master is so calm and not panicked at all, this servant admires him very much."

"Oh?" A smile appeared in Emperor Mingde's eyes: "Hearing you say that, is he a young man who is not surprised at all?"

Zhong Qi smiled: "I think so. Your Majesty will know when he sees Mr. Song. His eyes are like stars, his nose is like a gall, his eyebrows are sharp and his lips are thin, and he looks very good-looking."

"Hahaha," Emperor Ming De laughed out loud when he heard it: "Zhong Sheng, look, your godson is so good at talking, and I can't wait to meet this Song Cui, such a Both of them praised him, I will go and see if it is worthy of the name."

"Your Majesty is laughing. This son of a servant just can't keep his mouth shut. He is used to talking nonsense. How can the talents praised by Lord Liu be praised by a servant?" Tell the bearers to hurry up."

Song Cui stood in the side hall, looked around slowly and then retracted his eyes. He waited for a stick of incense, but he was not impatient at all. He stood upright and stood with his hands behind his back.

Emperor Mingde changed his dragon robe and came from the back of the hall in a light yellow long gown. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the slender and tall figure in black long gown. He was praising Mo Song in his heart. Normal people turn around.

A pair of pitch-black eyes and a mole on the side of his neck made Emperor Mingde's footsteps pause.

Song Cui lifted his robe and knelt down, put his hands together in front of his forehead, and bowed solemnly.

"Cao Min Song urged, kowtow to the Holy One."