you are unspeakable

half a month later.

In the middle of the night, after Emperor Mingde finished handling the day's memorial, he called Zhong Sheng over to serve him. Zhong Sheng took off his outer robe for Emperor Mingde, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Anxiang found out the spies of Changting from Lord Song's mansion." , the person from Anxiang has been secretly replaced, and they are severely tortured. They were sent by the four princes of the Changting court. As Mr. Xiao Song said, they are here to keep an eye on Mr. Xiao Song and ask Mr. Song to deliver news for the Changting court. By following the vine, all the spies from Changting in the capital have been exposed, and I want to ask His Majesty what to do next. By the way, in addition to the spies from Changting, Mr. Song's mansion also includes Song Taiwei and Shu Haian. people."

"Why, he has only been in the capital for how long, and he has been targeted by so many people?" Emperor Mingde said indifferently, "How come there are also people from Shuhai?"

"The spy was originally from Song Taiwei's mansion. He heard that Song Taiwei was on guard against Mr. Xiao Song, so he found a way to go to Mr. Song's mansion." Zhong Sheng replied: "Your Majesty gave Mr. Song a house. Sweeping the front and rear courtyards must be to recruit people into the mansion, so that the mansion can be supported."

"Then do you think Song Cui knows that there are so many spies in his house?"

"This..." Zhong Sheng helped Emperor Mingde walk to the dragon bed, and said hesitantly: "I really can't figure it out. The person from Anxiang sent a message. After observing it for the past few days, Master Xiao Song is always serving you." The person he has been used to from Minzi since he was a child, no one else can get in, and Mr. Song has never had contact with others these days. After Mr. Song was crossed out from the genealogy by Song Taiwei, Mr. Song almost starved to death on the street It was a younger sister who had become a monk in Song Taiwei's hometown, regardless of the clan, who insisted on taking Master Xiao Song and raising him by her side, so Master Xiao Song has grown up well."

"I know," Emperor Ming De sat on the bed.

"I forgot," Zhong Sheng said with a smile, "Master Xiao Song's life story has already been presented to His Majesty."

"It's no wonder his aunt took him by his side," Emperor Ming De chatted with Zhong Sheng: "Song Zhe, a concubine, fell in love with a poor scholar when she was young, but unfortunately she was beaten by the Song family. The scholar was young. This woman also became a nun, but her mother's family was a rich merchant in Fujian and Zi, and his aunt did not live in poverty. For such an infatuated and loyal woman, Song Cui should be able to support her by her side. "

"The old slave also thinks so," Zhong Sheng echoed: "The people who came back from the investigation said that Ms. Song often gave out porridge and gave free clinics to the poor in Minzi. She was a kind person. The people in Minzi all mentioned her. Praise."

After hearing this, Emperor Mingde was in a happy mood: "That proves that I did not believe in the wrong person. Those spies don't move and send someone to watch."

"I have already sent people to watch closely." Zhong Sheng half-kneeled to take off Emperor Mingde's shoes: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, let's rest."

Emperor Mingde lowered his eyes, looked at the white hair on Zhong Sheng's head, and suddenly said: "Zhong Sheng, you can just let the young ones come over for such things in the future. I heard from your nephew a few days ago that your back has been sore recently. Knees hurt?"

Zhong Sheng thanked Emperor Ming De for caring about him, and supported Emperor Ming De's feet on the dragon bed, saying: "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about it, it's just an old problem, whoever serves in this palace will suffer from sore feet and legs, it doesn't matter , on the contrary, it is His Majesty who does not allow this old slave to serve him, so this old slave feels uncomfortable, and this old slave always has to help Concubine Yi look after His Majesty, so that he can feel at ease."

Emperor Mingde patted Zhong Sheng's arm, and the meaning behind it was unspeakable.

After midnight, Emperor Mingde woke up from his dream. Ever since Liu Shibang led his troops to the Shuhai Sea, he could not sleep well at night. He often woke up in the middle of the night and dreamed of many things in the past. He quietly got out of bed, casually put on a robe, felt stuffy after standing in the room for a while, and wanted to go out to enjoy some fresh air.

Zhong Sheng slept in the outer room, Emperor Mingde thought about Zhong Sheng's age, so he couldn't bear to wake him up, and opened the door lightly and went out.

The slight cool wind blowing on the face at night made people's spirits shake. Only the patrolling guards and imperial guards were still walking around in the palace at this late hour. Emperor Ming De had only walked half a cup of tea before being spotted by Song Cui.

Song Cui did not know when he appeared in front of Emperor Mingde, with a long knife pinned to his waist, and a blue-black armor. He didn't wear a helmet, and his long, jet-black hair was all tied into the brown hair crown. With his handsome face, What a high-spirited young general.

"On duty today?"

"Your Majesty," Song Cui frowned and walked to Emperor Ming De's side, his tone was a little harsh: "It's cold at night, why doesn't Your Majesty wear a cloak?" He looked behind Emperor Ming De and saw no one there. The waiter frowned even tighter: "Why isn't there even a lantern-carrier?"

"I just want to go out for a walk by myself." Emperor Mingde suddenly thought, teasing him: "Don't be angry Zhongshen."

"Chen..." Song Cui seemed to realize that the tone of his words just now was inappropriate. He bowed and cupped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, I'm not angry, it's just that it's dark at night. Your Majesty neither brings anyone nor lights up, and wears clothes." There are so few, what if it gets bumped or catches a cold, it's okay, Your Majesty doesn't take care of the dragon body, but you have to think about your Majesty's mistakes, and the people around you don't know, so I feel distressed."

After hearing this, Emperor Mingde burst out laughing: "Zhongshen loves me?"

"Your Majesty..." Song Cui was a little annoyed by Emperor Mingde's joking tone: "Does Your Majesty think that no one cares about my illness?"

"Song reminder!" Emperor Mingde's face turned cold: "Presumptuous!"

"Your Majesty, I'm going to be presumptuous today. Come with me." Song Cui's face darkened, and he reached out to grab Emperor Mingde's wrist, and his hands were cold.

The young man encircled his wrist with his fiery palm, and dragged him to follow him. Before Emperor Mingde could speak, only the tall figure of his back under the dim moonlight remained in his eyes.

Song Cui dragged Emperor Mingde into a room, and Emperor Mingde looked it up and knew that this was the room where Song Cui was on duty in the palace on weekdays, and the layout was simple and clean.

There were strands of sandalwood in the air, and Emperor Mingde realized that there was an incense burner on the table.

Without saying a word, Song Cui found a black fur cloak from the cabinet, held it in his hand, walked up to Emperor Ming De, and raised it to put it on for him.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a tall young man with his arms around the gentle young emperor.

The fur was restrained on the inside, and it looked like an ordinary cloak from the outside. Because of such care, Emperor Mingde felt much warmer as soon as he put it on.

The hand under the cloak stroked the soft and smooth hair.

Song Cui lowered his head and looked at the top of the young emperor's head, his words were a bit shy: "These are the two black wolves that I hunted, and after I dragged them home, my aunt hand made the cloak for me. My aunt is a country girl, and her craftsmanship is natural. It’s not as good as the knitting bureau in the palace, but it’s better because the stitches are dense, the fur is sewn inside, and the clothes are warm, and I’ve been wearing them for two years...Your Majesty, don’t be disgusted.”

"I...how could...dislike it," Emperor Ming De never felt so warm at a moment like now, he looked up at the bright-eyed young man: "I'm tired, can I rest here?"

Song Cui nodded, took Emperor Ming De by the hand and led him to his bed, and asked worriedly, "Is Your Majesty sleepy?"

"Well," Emperor Mingde smiled: "I'm sleepy, I don't want to go back to the bedroom."

"Then I will sleep with the minister for one night," Song Cui said while making the bed for Emperor Mingde, "The minister will guard His Majesty here."

Emperor Mingde said, "Okay."