"The Emperor has promoted Song Chuyu..."
The Crown Prince was confused. Why promote a general of a remote garrison? Grand Tutor Shen didn't think it was a big deal. "Your Highness, the Second Prince can no longer be compared with you."
"The Emperor's goal has been achieved. It may not be a good thing for the general of the Tiger Guards to be promoted." Grand Tutor Shen thought about the key points.
Liuzhou City was Zhongli Mingye's fief, and Song Chuyu was his future brother-in-law.
Was the Emperor going to train each of his sons?
Hearing this, Zhongli Chengze couldn't help but get angry. "The Emperor... is really scheming!"
Grand Tutor Shen looked at the Crown Prince. "Your Highness, if there is nothing else, just wait patiently..." Be a Crown Prince obediently and wait for the Emperor to die. As long as he was the Crown Prince, he was the legitimate heir to the throne.
But if the Crown Prince couldn't hold his temper, then... Zhongli Shuoyi's end would be the Crown Prince's end.
He wanted to get involved in the merit of supporting the next Emperor, but unfortunately... Grand Tutor Shen glanced at Zhongli Chengze. This man was impulsive and couldn't hold his temper. He was not the material to be an Emperor.
Looking at the current Emperor, one could see that the Crown Prince was too immature.
After the news of Song Chuyu's promotion spread, all the officials in Liuzhou City went to the governor's mansion to congratulate him.
However, Song Qinzhou was not happy. This meant that their Song family could not avoid the fight for the imperial power.
He only hoped that Song Chuyu could keep himself clean and see his position clearly.
Zhongli Mingye and Song Jinyu ordered a hot pot in the pavilion of the palace today. They were eating fresh mushrooms happily.
"Be careful of the hot..."
Zhongli Mingye saw that she was happy and gave her a plate of mutton that he had prepared.
"This day is suitable for eating hot pot!"
Song Jinyu got a lot of news from the capital from Zhongli Mingye. She was a little embarrassed. "My brother's promotion is not a good thing."
"Oh? Why?"
He continued to move his hands and cooked fresh mutton for her.
"Because... this means that your power has increased, and you will be regarded as a thorn in the eye by the Crown Prince." After thinking for a while, she stood up. "I don't know what the Emperor is thinking. Why does he like to watch you brothers fight?"
"Obviously, his position is the most tiring and the most boring. Why do so many people fight for it?" She had always been difficult to understand. There were constant fights in the harem and countless disputes in the court.
What's the meaning of being an Emperor?
Zhongli Mingye was amused by her audacious words. "Because the Emperor came here like this."
"Don't worry. This King will not let you get involved in these things."
His promise was not a joke. Song Jinyu leaned over and looked at Zhongli Mingye. "Do you think I'm afraid?"
Her eyes gradually became far away, as if she remembered something. "I'm not afraid of these things. I'm just worried about you!"
Zhongli Mingye pulled her to sit down. "Listen well. This King doesn't allow you to participate in these things." If possible, he wanted Song Jinyu to stay at home obediently and read story books and feed fish. After he got home, the two of them would be intimate.
Maybe, there would be a few children.
The days would be as sweet as honey. The throne? As long as the Emperor was alive, it was out of reach.
Song Jinyu was dissatisfied with Zhongli Mingye's arrangement. She murmured, "I'm not as weak as you think..."
"Yes, yes, yes... you are the most powerful!"
Zhongli Mingye lovingly fed her a piece of meat. His phoenix eyes could not hide his smile.
When Ming Ruyi learned that the Empress Dowager was ill again, he was angry!
"Your Highness... calm down!" His subordinate comforted him. Unfortunately, Ming Ruyi's beautiful face was still cracked, which was very terrible.
Such a beautiful face actually had such a terrible expression.
"Pass on the order. This King is going to enter the palace!"
The Empress Dowager was his only weakness. If she was really forced to death by the Emperor, then Ming Ruyi swore that he must kill the Emperor.
Not long after he entered the palace, the Emperor got the news. "He is really a filial child."
On the way to the palace, Ming Ruyi gradually calmed down. The Emperor would not force the Empress Dowager to death. The Great Xia Dynasty attached great importance to filial piety.
If there was really such a day, the historians would not show mercy to the Emperor.
Maybe, it was to give him a lesson?
Thinking of everything that had happened in this period, Ming Ruyi understood that this was a game set up by the Emperor himself. No wonder Zhongli Mingye was not willing to participate in it easily. Presumably, he saw it more clearly.
The hand holding the fan was getting tighter and tighter, and he didn't feel any pain at all.
Very well, ginger was still old and spicy!
"Your Highness, you were not here a few days ago. Miss Song lit a signal smoke."
Oh?
That Song Jinyu, who had always been cold to him, actually took the initiative to find him? The Silver Masked Young Master smiled slightly.
It was really inconvenient at that time. Now that it was convenient, there was no need to find her.
But? The Silver Masked Young Master thought for a while. What if she really had something to do?
After all, he was worried. He flew quietly into Mingjin Pavilion at night. This time, Cheng Song did not stop him.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Jinyu was sitting at the desk, carefully rolling pills. She looked up at the Silver Masked Young Master. She had not seen this man for a long time, and she could not remember this person.
He walked up to her, put his hands on the desk, and his posture was very ambiguous. "Didn't you ask this Master to come?"
"Wow... Young Master really reacted quickly. The yellow flowers are cold!"
"Tell me, what is it?"
Song Jinyu looked at him angrily. "It's okay! He is back... so I won't trouble Young Master."
He was back? Who was he?
His eyes were a little gloomy. He suddenly grabbed Song Jinyu's chin and forced her to look at him. "Who is he?"
"Hey, you..."
She struggled hard to break free from his restraint. She picked up the silver needle and said coldly, "It's Zhongli Mingye!" She wanted to say that it was none of his business, but she wanted the Silver Masked Young Master to help her. It was really ungrateful to talk like this.
Er, Zhongli Mingye? The Silver Masked Young Master thought for a while and turned around without saying a word. Song Jinyu looked at him strangely. She saw his shoulders move slightly from behind. Was he crying?
"That day, I wanted you to go to the capital to see him, but you didn't come for a long time, so..." It was okay,
She shook her head,
Song Jinyu continued, "My people can't appear casually, or I won't trouble Young Master."
The Silver Masked Young Master endured his smile and tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart. He turned around and said with a smile, "You really care about him. You even used the signal smoke. My signal smoke is very precious."
"No matter how precious it is, it is only used to convey information."
She couldn't understand why this man cried and laughed. Yes, Song Jinyu thought that the Silver Masked Young Master was angry and cried by her.
But after thinking about it, she couldn't understand why the Silver Masked Young Master cried.