you are unspeakable

Emperor Mingde's illness lasted intermittently for five or six days, and this morning court also lasted for five or six days. Originally, the morning court did not have to be held every day. Wake up early, wake up and have nothing to do, then go to the meeting of all officials.

This illness made them all rest for a few days, but the affairs of the Dachang state are complicated, and the officials may be able to sneak a day or two, but the emperor cannot. Batch until late.

Song urged him several times.Let him have a good rest, Emperor Mingde shook his head, his face was a little pale in illness: "These are my responsibilities."

Emperor Mingde looked solemn, so Song Cui stopped talking, turned around and poured him a cup of hot tea by his hand, and said in a low voice, "I am here to guard Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the table, put one hand on the long knife at his waist, and his back was as straight as a green pine.

Emperor Mingde lowered his eyes and smiled, and continued to review the memorial.

Song Cui guarded Emperor Mingde for several days. He was obviously the commander of the imperial guards, but he used himself as an imperial guard.

Emperor Mingde had doubts in his heart. He often wondered if Song Cui was so close to him, did he want to get something from him? Come, review the memorial in front of him. This room contains all the memorials of Dachang. If Song Cui really has other thoughts, he will be curious about what is on the memorial.

However, Song Cui never asked, and never even set his eyes on the memorial that was spread out on the table.

Of course Emperor Mingde knew that there was no need for doubters and no doubts for employers, but Song Cui was different from others. It seemed that from the time he met at the age of 16 to the present reunion, this fiery young man had a kind of incompetence to Emperor Mingde. The gesture of refusal forcibly participates in one's own life.

Fortunately, Emperor Mingde didn't hate this kind of strength.

After closing the last memorial for today, just as he was about to call Song Cui to come over and help him up, Zhong Sheng hurried in and told something in a low voice. Since I fell ill, you have not returned home for many days, and today I will let you go back to rest."

"I'm not tired," Song Cui turned to face Emperor Mingde, shaking his head, as if he didn't want to leave.

Emperor Mingde's ears felt hot from Song Cui's undisguised gaze, he coughed lightly, and said seriously: "You have been guarding me for four or five days, how can you not be tired, be obedient, go back and rest for a night, tomorrow Come again."

After Emperor Mingde finished speaking, he only felt that the situation of that day came back to his mind. He has sobered up a lot in the past few days, and he secretly regretted it many times. He must have burned his brain because of the fever that day, so he told Song Cui. In that case, Song Cui would be allowed to hug him and kiss him... After sleeping, Emperor Ming De didn't know how to face Song Cui, so he could only deliberately keep a distance from him, let him guard, but never said anything. When mentioning the matter of that day, if Song Cui wanted to bring it up, Emperor Mingde would try to forgive him, anyway... he can't think clearly now.

Emperor Mingde had already said so, and Song Cui could only agree: "The minister will come early tomorrow?" After finishing speaking, he thought for a while, and frowned: "No, Your Majesty, I will sleep with His Majesty tonight, and tomorrow I will sleep with you." Go back and rest."

Seeing that he was still worried about himself at this moment, Emperor Mingde couldn't tell what he felt, so he simply ignored him: "It's okay, you can't guard me forever, besides, I have to discuss state affairs with ministers tonight... you can leave on your own. "After speaking, he lifted his foot and walked out.

Zhong Sheng followed behind and leaned forward to talk to Song Cui: "Lord Xiao Song, Your Majesty is really busy today, so please go back first, Master Xiao Song. If Your Majesty feels uncomfortable, I will find someone to inform Master Xiao Song. The slave can see that Mr. Xiao Song has His Majesty in his heart, and it is for His Majesty's benefit."

Song Zhen smiled gratefully.

Song Cui obeyed Emperor Mingde's words and left the palace to go back to the mansion. He was sitting in a carriage in the palace. Amu didn't come to pick him up. When he arrived at the mansion, Amu saw Song Cui get off the carriage at the door and hurried up, only to see Song Cui's face There was no expression on the face, and it looked no different from normal days, but Amu still deduced from Song Cui's slightly faster pace than usual that Song Cui was in a bad mood.

In the closed study room, Song Cui had already changed his clothes, and was painting at the table with his head bowed. Amu came over with the porridge that had just been heated in the kitchen, and gently placed it beside him.

Song Cui finished painting the brush in his hand, and dropped the brush casually: "Has the house been cleaned up?"

"Back to the young master, everything has been dealt with, and you can talk."

"How did you do the thing I asked you to do last time?" Song Cui stretched out his hand and squeezed the spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl.

"The news has already been sent to Shan Yu, Song Jing should have been brought under control, and Dachang's spies will send the news back to the capital in ten days," Amu replied: "Other people in the capital are also stepping up their efforts to gather information. , it’s just that Anxiang has been watching closely lately, and she doesn’t dare to make any big moves.”

"I received the news yesterday that Shuhai sent envoys to the Changting Court to ask Shanyu to send troops for reinforcements." Amu said again: "Shanyu agreed, but I want to hear your son's opinion on how to use troops."

"If you want reinforcements, give them reinforcements. It doesn't matter if you regret it before the battle. It doesn't matter if you don't work hard. You always give Shuhai the confidence to let them go and fight Dachang. The small country of Shuhai has survived for decades by relying on the grievances between Dachang and Changting. , it’s the end, if you want to lead troops to fight, I can only hold a candle to it, not as good as Shan Yu Eryi, I will, but it’s just some secret tricks.” The porridge was messed up by Song Cui, he looked at Losing his appetite, he let go of his fingers, the spoon fell to the side of the bowl, and there was a dull ding, Song Cui walked aside, took out the portrait of Emperor Mingde he had painted last time, held it in his hand and slowly rolled it up, looking at it carefully After a while, his expression was unpredictable.

"Shanyu also means the same thing." Amu whispered: "Since we want Shuhai to give it a go, the strength of Dachang's side... Can you persuade His Majesty to send more people?"

"No hurry." Song Cui squinted his eyes as he looked at the handsome man in the portrait: "It takes time to tame even a pet, let alone a human being? You have to give some benefits first, and then lure him slowly, and then you can teach him He can't do without people."

Amu couldn't quite understand Song Cui's words, so he could only bow his head and say yes.

"However," Song Cui slowly rolled up the scroll, and gently put it back into the compartment: "If someone else is always doing something outside the cage to lure that Beloved out of the cage, then it will be damned."

Not long after Song Cui left the palace, Taiwei Song Zhe went into the palace to face the saint. When he saw Emperor Mingde for the first time, he knelt down with a plop: "Your Majesty, Song Cui is a wicked boy who grew up with a cruel heart and a wicked heart." , this person must not stay."