you are unspeakable

Amu was driving at the gate of the palace waiting to pick up Song Cui back to the mansion, but after a long time in the morning, Song Cui did not appear. Amu was a little anxious, but his face still had that dull expression.

After a while, Song Cui's figure appeared from the palace wall, and Amu quickly put down the stool.

When Song Cui got into the car, Amu saw Song Cui's red eyes, as if he had cried, and seeing his expression again, he was extremely depressed.After Song urged to get in the car, Amu turned his head sullenly and headed towards the Song Mansion. On the way, Amu carefully asked, "Young Master, what happened?"

"Changes?" Song Cui closed his eyes and leaned his head against the car window, pressed the corners of his eyes with the heels of his palms, and the distressed look on his face instantly dissipated, and he became expressionless, and said indifferently: "It's just a play That's all."

Only then did Amu feel relieved: "I just saw that your son's face is not good, and you thought we were discovered. My son, I received a secret letter last night. Liu Shibang and the Shuhai army won three battles and two victories, but Liu Shibang was short of food and grass, so he asked the court to escort the food and grass." The news will arrive this afternoon."

"At the beginning, the food and grass brought with the army was enough for the three armies to last for more than three months. Now it's not yet March, how come the food and grass are insufficient?"

"The major general of Dachang only won the Shuhai by relying on the large number of people. Liu Shibang has been conscripting all the way. If there are too many people, there will be no enough food and grass." Seeking safety, all the officials in the imperial court place emphasis on pleasure, and the common people are vying to follow suit. Now, although the one at the top is emphasizing martial arts and despising literature, but after all, he has only accumulated a few years, and he is impatient. It is not surprising that the current situation is like this, but it will continue like this , Liu Shibang will be short of troops sooner or later, if the court does not increase his troops, I am worried that Dachang and Shuhai will be evenly matched, and our painstaking efforts will be in vain?"

"How could it be in vain?" Song reminded with a slight smile, "Don't Song Zhe still have half a tiger talisman in his hand?"

"But the tiger talisman in his hand was used by the Song family to protect his life. Emperor Mingde didn't get it out after nearly ten years of using it. Can you be sure, young master?"

"Amu, is Zhou Xuan better than Long Yang?"

Song Cui suddenly talked about something else, which puzzled Amu. He thought for a while and replied, "This...we don't know either. According to the news from the people we stayed in the palace, we only know that there is no one in his harem. A concubine, although there are a few beauties in attendance, only goes there once a month or two. Emperor Mingde meets Liu Shibang more times at night than he goes to the harem. There are rumors that there may be something between Emperor De and Liu Shibang, saying Speaking of this," the carriage had already arrived at the gate of the Song Mansion, and it stopped steadily. Amu helped Song Cui get out of the car, and said, "Recently, there have been a lot of matchmakers coming to our mansion. Tan Jia doesn't chase anyone away. See."

"Matchmaker?"

"Isn't it?" Tan Jia heard these two words as soon as he walked to Song Cui's side. He looked excited and said beamingly: "Young master is on duty in the palace. I don't know. Since the young master became the commander of the imperial army, we There is no such thing as a clean time in the mansion, and a matchmaker will come to see Tian'er, either the daughter of the servant's family, or the daughter of the marquis's mansion."

"There is also the daughter of the Hou family?" Amu opened his eyes wide after hearing this, and said in surprise: "Our young master is just a commander of the imperial guards now, so there is a daughter of the Hou family coming to ask for marriage?"

Tan Jia rolled her eyes at Amu: "What's wrong with the commander of the imperial army? The young master has won His Majesty's favor, and there are many people in the capital who want to cling to him, but the prostitute of the Hou's mansion is not asking for marriage, but just came to mention a few words, That means I still want you to come to propose marriage, my lord." After speaking, he walked over and asked Song Cui: "My lord, I have sent away those matchmakers, but I have accepted the portraits of the daughters. Do you want to have a look, my lord? There are more than a dozen of them?"

Song Cui glanced at Tan Jia, and said: "You give back to whoever sent it. If you don't accept it, burn it in front of them. I won't get married. In the future, no matchmaker will be allowed to enter the door. Otherwise, you will get the money." fine."

"Ah?" Tan Jia seemed to be shocked: "Still... burn it? Young Master, if this gets out, it will be difficult for Young Master to discuss marriage in the future..."

"Are you the master or am I the master?" Song Cui's voice cooled down.

Tan Jia knew she had slipped her words, and quickly lowered her head: "I know my mistake, I will do it now."

Song Cui went back to the room, and Amu came in to wait on him. Song Cui changed into a gray robe and told Amu to prepare his pen and ink.

Amu was quietly studying ink beside him, watching Song Cuiti's painting for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "Young Master's painting is Zhou..."

Song Cui raised his eyelids, his eyes were cold.

Amu hastily shut up and studied the ink quietly.

The handsome and gentle man on the paper was wearing the cloak that Song Cui personally tied for him last night. His half-tipped long hair hung down to his side. He was tall and tall, with elegant eyes.

Song Cui lightly tapped the lips of the person in the painting with cinnabar, and then opened it carefully. When he was unbearable, the person in the words seemed to be alive, and the color of his lips was so light that one couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Song Cui wrote the pen, the ink was still wet, Song Cui stretched out his finger in the air and followed the outline of the person in the painting, with hidden desire in his eyes.

"Although he is stupid and emotional, he has a pretty face," Song Cui said in a low voice, and if it wasn't for Amu's proximity, he wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

Amu's heart was churning, Song Cui had already said this, he still didn't understand, but Zhou Xuan was the emperor of Dachang, seeing Song Cui's appearance that he was bound to win, Amu's face showed a bit of worry.

Song Cui picked up his pen again and drew a round moon in the upper right corner of the painting. While drawing, he said indifferently: "Amu, you are the one who put Shanyu by my side to monitor me. You and I work together for Shanyu, but you You have known me for more than ten years, you should know what kind of person I am."

"This subordinate knows." Amu recalled some things that happened before, and his face turned pale: "Although this subordinate was sent by Shan Yu, but this subordinate obeys the son's orders, and this subordinate is willing to do his best for the son until he dies."

Song Cui didn't know whether he had listened to A Mubiao's faithful words. After the full moon was painted, the painting added a bit of night love. He ordered: "Go get the scroll and silk cloth."

Amu hurriedly fetched the things, unfolded them and put them by Song Cui's hand.

"Of course I know your loyalty. If I don't believe you, how can I let you know everything? You also understand that there are not many people I can use in Dachang," Song Cui smiled: "You and I are all for the unification of the court. Jiang Shan, just right, I need you to send a message to Shan Yu right now."

Amu came closer.

Song Cui whispered in his ear, "Let Shan Yu find the right opportunity to detain Song Jing."

When the key of the palace gate was released, Liu Shibang's good news came, and Emperor Mingde ordered not to stop it, and the officers and soldiers who delivered the letter sent the good news all the way to Changle Palace.

Emperor Mingde unfolded the book written by Liu Shibang himself and read it word by word, and laughed happily.

"Victory!" He stood up: "I knew it, I knew Shibang would definitely be able to do it! Come, Xuan Sangong, and the six ministries will enter the palace to discuss state affairs."