Chapter 287: Delivering the message late at night: Entering the palace to sleep? No……
royal palace.
A little light melts the night.
Different from the hustle and bustle of Zhangtai, this palace city is always quiet and majestic.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Yuan has sent you out." Mochou walked slowly to the door of the royal study, stopped outside, and softly reported to the empress who was standing at the door, looking out into the dark night.
Xu Zhenguan said "En" softly, his expression solemn and tired.
"Your Majesty is worried about the Taicang Silver Mine?"
Mochou spoke softly, not so much asking, but waiting for the empress to make a decision.
Xu Zhen looked at the night and said: "The Yu Dynasty really can't be stable for a moment, and I, the emperor, can't have a moment of leisure either."
Listening to the Empress' sigh, Mochou felt heartbroken for a moment. She comforted:
"Your Majesty, this matter has not been verified, and it may not be true..."
Xu Zhenguan raised his hand to stop her words, turned around and smiled, saying:
"There is no need to say these words. From the day the New Deal was launched, I had already anticipated that there would be many obstacles.
The incident in Taicang is not unexpected. Compared with the situation in the past few years, isn't it much better now? "
Mochou breathed out softly, feeling relieved: "Your Majesty, if you think this way, I will feel at ease. It's just a matter of Taicang, how to deal with it?
This matter should be discussed in a big way. It involves the New Deal, so we should not neglect it. Especially if it is really as serious as what the letter said, we should send the censor there as soon as possible to find out what is going on. "
Xu Zhenguan pondered for a moment, seeming to be weighing and hesitating something, and did not respond immediately.
At this time, a little eunuch suddenly rushed towards him from a distance, carrying a lantern in his hand.
The two women stopped talking and looked over in confusion. They waited for the eunuch to stop and then said:
"Your Majesty, the banquet in Zhangtai Garden is about to end. The Grand Master has ordered his entourage to send a message so that Your Majesty can rest assured."
Xu Zhenguan said unexpectedly: "The Grand Master is very interested. Is there any trouble at the banquet tonight?"
The eunuch shook his head: "No, everything was in order. It was said that at the poetry meeting later, the princess won the whole house..."
Xu Zhenguan was not surprised. He suppressed the news about Taicang for the time being and said with interest:
"What other good poems did Junling write?"
The eunuch felt ashamed and said:
"I don't know anything about it. Your Majesty wants to hear it. I will send someone to find out now."
Xu Zhenguan waved and smiled:
"There is no need to go to war so violently, but is it possible that the Grand Master is just here to report that he is safe?"
"No, the Grand Master sent me a poem. It was written by Zhao Duan when the banquet was over. Mr. Zhao took advantage of his drunkenness and splashed ink with his pen. The Grand Master said that Your Majesty might be interested, so he sent it to you to take a look. "
As the eunuch spoke, he took out a folded piece of poetry from his sleeve and held it up with both hands.
Poems by Zhao Duan?
That guy can write poetry?
Mochou was stunned for a moment, expressing doubt as a habit, but after being slapped in the face too many times, she learned to behave.
His...poetry?
A little surprise appeared on Xu Zhenguan's plain face, thinking that there must be something special about the poems that the Grand Master personally ordered to send.
I couldn't help but feel curious in my heart. I raised my hand and took the ink paper lightly.
Xu Zhenguan unfolded the paper with bare hands and lowered his eyes.
When I entered my eyes, I saw the calligraphy that was not very pretty, even a bit ugly. I frowned and laughed in my heart:
It's really that guy's handiwork.
However, when she read the lines of the poem clearly, those hints of ridicule were replaced by the unrestrained talent in the poem and the emotions on the paper:
Tonight, in the capital of the Yu Dynasty, I am drunk in the flowers and willows, drinking with the princes and nobles. .
The "flowers and willows" here do not refer to the place of fireworks, but to the singing girls and dancers at the banquet, like flowers and willows supported by a weak wind.
The five princes and seven nobles are imaginary numbers, generally referring to the princes, nobles and important ministers in the court.
The next sentence is, in front of a powerful man, you have an awe-inspiring demeanor. When will you be willing to lag behind others?
The first half of the sentence is undoubtedly describing the battle with Tianhai on the arena during the day. The second half of the sentence is an allusion to tonight's literary meeting, and the poetry and prose are still not inferior to others.
Xu Zhenguan was slightly distracted.
Through these two lines of poetry, she seemed to witness with her own eyes how Zhao Duan was surrounded by congratulatory congratulations from the dignitaries of the capital at tonight's dinner banquet, with the fire cooking oil and the flowers blooming.
How could he not be left behind, drinking alone, watching with cold eyes the civil servants and talented people writing poems and writings, and his younger sister Xu Junling overpowering his elegance, and finally Shi Shiran got up and started writing poems while drunk.
"Are you so proud?"
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she was not disgusted, because today's prosperity and splendor were all earned by that guy himself.
His eyes moved downward and his lips moved.
"The Emperor's beauty is my young man, Zhangtai walks around with a golden whip."
After reading this sentence, Xu Zhenguan was suddenly startled, and then, an indescribable feeling of shame surged into his heart.
The beauty of the emperor...
"What did this guy write?"
"When did I become his beauty? What a nonsense!"
"What about the golden whip... It's just a matter of riding to Zhangtai. Where did you get the golden whip? It's just..."
"It's an insult to politeness."
In the darkness of the night, Mochou next to her seemed to have caught a glimpse of a red cloud flying up the Empress's cheek for no apparent reason, and she was surprised.
There are countless talented people in the capital, and in the past few years, countless talented people have written poems and poems to praise His Majesty, but she has never seen His Majesty like this.
"What did this thief write?"
Mo Chou tried her best to resist the urge to peek.
At this time, the empress had finished reading the last sentence, sent the article to the Golden Palace, and stayed at the luxurious and precious tortoiseshell banquet while listening to singing and dancing.
The second half of the sentence describes the grand banquet. As for the first half...
Could it be that this poem has really been sent to the palace and is in my own hands?
No wonder, the Grand Master ordered someone to send it... because in this poem, it was already written that the article should be sent to the palace.
So, he wrote to me on purpose?
Xu Zhenguan was a little distracted.
"Your Majesty?" After a long time, Mochou couldn't help calling softly.
Only then did Xu Zhenguan come back to her senses, the blush on her face faded away, she said "en" indifferently, put the white paper with poems in her sleeves, and said to the eunuch: "Tell the Grand Master, I knew."
Then, he looked at Mochou, who looked curious, and said: "You should leave the palace immediately and pass on my oral message..."
After a while, the empress left the blank-looking female prime minister behind, and walked straight to the palace where she was staying alone with a straight face. As she walked, she hummed in her heart:
"Dare you tease me with your poems? Let's see how I punish you."
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Outside the Zhao Mansion.
"Da Lang is back!"
The old steward of the Zhao family opened the door, directed the servants, and welcomed the drunk Zhao Duan in.
Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan were not asleep yet, so they came out to take a look. They were relieved to see that he just had too much wine.
The stepmother ordered someone to make sobering soup, and then sent him back to his room.
The lights are like beans.
Zhao Duan, who took off his coat and was only wearing pajamas, drank a bowl of sobering soup and became quiet for a while. He lay on the bed and secretly felt anxious:
"I wonder if Zhenbao can get this poem of mine..."
"Haha, according to my life experience, the more feudal the place, the more restrained the way to express enthusiasm...such as 'The moonlight is so beautiful tonight', or writing a 'love letter'..."
"High-end teasing is so full of style, not just 'missing you at night'..."
"Well, Zhenbao should be able to see it tomorrow. I performed so well today and added this poem. I don't believe it's impossible to pry open the door to the happy room...
Alas, it's a pity that I worked with a male leader in my last life and didn't bother to learn this skill. I will regret it when I use it. I'm still not good at it..."
While he was thinking wildly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door:
"Master, someone is looking for me outside my house, saying they are from the palace."
Zhao Duan turned over and climbed up on a wheel, with a suspicious expression on his face, wondering if the poem had already been sent to the palace?
Could it be that Zhenbao was moved by my persistent offensive for half a year and decided to summon me to the palace to stay with him?
Oh my god...so sudden, and completely unprepared!
Zhao Duan, who was a little excited due to alcohol, hurriedly said:
"Invite people over quickly, don't disturb my aunt and sister!"
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Not long after.
Zhao Duan, who was neatly dressed and specially sprayed with homemade perfume, arrived at the inner hall with two heavy treasure bags on his waist and saw Mochou waiting here.
"Mo Zhaorong? Why are you?" Zhao Duan was surprised.
The prime minister, wearing a female official's robe and a black gauze hat, was sitting in the Zhao family hall and sneered:
"Who do you think you are?"
"..." Zhao Duan said eagerly: "Zhaorong came to my home late at night, but does your majesty have anything urgent to do with me?"
Da Bingtuozi's iceberg face was obviously stunned for a moment, and he looked at him suspiciously:
"How do you know?"
She waved her hand and signaled the palace guards at the door to close the door and exclude the rest of the crowd.
There were only two people left in the waiting room. Mochou sat on the mahogany chair and said in a cold voice:
"Your Majesty has an oral order, and Zhao Duan will accept it."
So formal? Shouldn't this kind of thing be done by sneaking into the village quietly and shooting without asking?
Zhao Duan was surprised, but he still stood in the room, bowed his head respectfully, regarded Mochou as the empress, cupped his hands and said:
"My lord, Zhao Duan is here!"
Mochou sat in the high hall, overlooking his love rival, with a smile on his lips, and said in the voice of the empress: "Today, the Metropolitan Procuratorate received a letter of accusation. The Taicang Silver Mine is suspected of being involved in corruption and stealing the country. I am very concerned about it. Now I ordered Zhao Duan, the envoy of Baima Supervisor, to be the imperial envoy and raise my own manpower to rush to the Taicang Silver Mine within three days to investigate the corruption. This is what I have done!"
Zhao Duan was stunned.
"Zhao Duan, you still don't accept the order? Do you want to disobey me?"
The smile on Mochou's lips could hardly be suppressed. It was a rare opportunity to show off his power in front of Mr. Zhao.
No... Did you agree to sleep in the palace? I laid so much groundwork in the palace during the day, and spent a lot of time copying poems at night...
Zhao Duan raised his head blankly, his whole body like a purple eggplant beaten by frost:
"I...accept the decree."
After saying this, the role-playing in the room ended, and Mochou was knocked back to his original form, still saying:
"Congratulations to Mr. Zhao on being re-appointed. Please leave as soon as possible. Although the Taicang Silver Mine is not far from the capital, there will be delays every time you come back."
Zhao Duan still couldn't believe it and asked:
"May I ask Zhaorong, why did your Majesty suddenly assign a case to me? This late at night..."
Ordinarily, even if there was a case for him, he would have to wait until daytime, right?
In the morning, I will bring glory to the royal family, and in the evening, I will show off my mission...
Cows and horses are not exploited in this way.
The iceberg beauty Mo Zhaorong glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Oh, Your Majesty didn't originally intend to let you go, but the Grand Master gave His Majesty the poem you wrote. After His Majesty read it, he decided that it was you."
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Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, book friends, the single author Kavinka is dying...
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