Qingchuan History

Chapter 743 Long-cherished wish
The earth dragon in the Fansheng Pavilion was really burned, it was scalding hot all over its body.

At the beginning, Jing Tingge wanted to be conscious, and took advantage of this emptiness to think about how to recuperate next, and slowly figure it out.

But failed.Looking up, the carved patterns on the ceiling can just be seen, big and small, far and near, and sometimes blurred. When she couldn't bear to close her eyes for a while, she opened them again to find that the flowers had all returned to their places.

Still in the high dome, never descended from the altar.

And the consciousness dissipated several times, and when the momentum was weaker, he managed to catch it back, and all he could think of was some childhood things-fragments of Jingyuan County, and the years of Pengxi Mountain.

The indoor light faded visibly to the naked eye.

No one is lighting candles, and the panic of the day has turned into the night.

The wind in the north is strong, especially in winter. It was fine at first, but now the doors and windows are shaking a little.

She listened to the wind, and her whole body was so limp that she couldn't close it.

The moonlight finally coated the house with new colors.

Murong Xun personally lit the candles one by one.

She took advantage of this gap to put on all the clothes neatly.

"Two things, I wanted to come back so I made admonitions, but I never had a chance." After everything looked good, Jing Tingge spoke, his voice still a little hoarse.

Murong Xun thought it was too hot, so he directly put on a black dragon-pattern robe over his middle clothes, went to find some tea, it was naturally cold, but fortunately it was warm here, and it was not cold enough to freeze.

He drank two cups in a row, and was about to ask her if she wanted it, when he realized that she didn't want cold tea, so he asked Huo Qi to prepare hot tea.

The qin was played halfway and there was no sound, and no one was asked to light the lamp at night, until now the king himself did it.

Jing Tingge believes that Huo Qi is not a fool.

He didn't have the shame to let Murong Xun pass on the hot tea at this moment.

"I'll drink it myself when I go back." Seeing that he was about to speak, she was a little annoyed and interrupted, "Did your majesty forget all the promises made in the past?"

Not anywhere else except Stillwater Dock.

After a long time, she can turn a blind eye and close her eyes.

But he can't care too much about advances and retreats.

Murong Xun was filled with tenderness in the aftertaste, he was taken aback when he heard the words, he shook his head helplessly, poured another cup of herbal tea, stood up again, and sat back beside her.

Move half an inch to the side of Jing Ting Ge.

"Okay." He didn't touch her, and only looked at her gently, "I'm tired today, no matter what I say, it's not a bad night, so just pass on the dinner, okay? What do you want to eat?"

Jing Tingge turned to look at him angrily.

Murong Xun raised his hand to stroke the broken hair on her cheek.The white hair on her head has long since fallen apart, and he likes to see her with her hair disheveled, she is softer than usual, so well-behaved, a little girl.

"I didn't say you couldn't have dinner together, did you?"

This person really learned from Gu Xinglang and improved his skills.Jing Tingge had nothing to say, went to the back room to look for the mirror to comb his hair, and listened to him ordering the meal to the door.

The hot chicken soup was served first, with a strong smell of red ginseng and angelica. She knew more than these two flavors at a glance, and they were clearly complete and nourishing.

I really couldn't help but think of the words "postpartum tonic" in my mind.

But she has actually made good progress in the past six months. In the Qi Palace, Ruan Xueyin personally drafted recipes and served the imperial meals for more than a month, and when she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was Mrs. Xiangguo who was extraordinarily hospitable and served delicious meals every day to show her goodwill.

Not to mention, he didn't even know.

"Why—"

"You're tired, so you need to nourish yourself more." Murong Xun replied, filling the chicken soup, leaving aside the oil slicks of Huang Liangliang, and picked soft and glutinous meat pieces.

Involvement can be understood as traveling abroad for more than half a year, and it can also be understood as just now—Jingting sang in silence for a moment, watched the soup bowl in front of him, and finally lowered his head to drink with the spoon.

"It feels like taking care of a daughter." He said with a smile.

Jing Ting singer shook, and a few drops of the soup in the spoon spilled back into the soup bowl, causing small ripples to resonate with the sea of ​​hearts.

"What?" She looked up at him maintaining her composure.

At first, she doubted whether Gu Xinglang used Ah Yan as a bargaining chip, that time when Baiguo divided the city.

When Murong Xun easily agreed to Huo Ge, and then resolutely made peace at the border, of course out of consideration for the overall situation, he also compromised for her life - she still doubted whether it was because of A Yan.

But after that, all kinds of peace, no contact with each other for a month after returning, and even the absurdity in the Qin Pavilion this time - there is no sign that he knows the existence of A Yan.

And she clearly asked whether Ruan Xueyin's intimacy after giving birth would be discovered.

Ruan Xueyin replied that it is easy for them to recover at this age, and she has really worked hard to maintain the method according to her various teachings, and she does not know whether the creator is partial or the mothers will pass it on. The thread has also disappeared without a trace in the six months after delivery.

Just by visual inspection, she is the same as before.

"Let me make an analogy." Murong Xun saw her seriousness and puzzled, and smiled again, "Have you ever heard that when a man loves a woman, he will regard her as his lover, younger sister, older sister, mother or even daughter at different times." He stretched out his hand Rubbing her black hair,

"Looking at you now is like looking at a daughter. You are very good and childish."

Who is childish? !This person's speech is really not what it used to be. In a year, it has improved so far?

"Just finished it, don't mess it up for me." Jing Tingge felt a little relieved, tilted his head to avoid it, and lowered his head to drink the soup again, "Also, I said in the contract that I will always be a monarch and a minister. In normal times, please don't worry about it." Hands and feet."

Murong Xun looked back at the mess behind the two of them.

There are no pillows or quilts in the piano pavilion, but there are many cushions of various colors, all of which have been used just now, and have become a mess.

"This is not a normal time." Sui whispered.

The singers in the court froze, not knowing how to refute, there was noise outside the door, there was another meal to be presented.

It was Murong Xun who personally went to the door to serve the chicken soup, and Jing Tingge didn't want outsiders to come in because the indoor scene was too imaginative.

Then he got up again, and went back and forth three times to fill the piano table with the dishes in the three large trays—it couldn't be placed, and there were four or five dishes on the ground.

The two ate in silence for a while.

They all gobbled it up a bit, because of the cold winter and the physical exertion.

After eating the soft rotten radish in the braised lamb with a few chopsticks, Jing Tingge put the chopsticks on, rinsed his mouth with clear water, sat upright and said:
"Just now I said I wanted to remonstrate with two things, but there is nothing wrong at the moment, so I would like to ask your superior Rong Tingge to report it."

She was more presumptuous in the past, and she would not talk about the etiquette of monarchs and ministers in private.In a year, both of them have changed after all, Murong Xun didn't feel uncomfortable, picked up the noodle stewed with mixed vegetables in the bowl and nodded:
"You said."

"Although the scientific examination system has been established for more than two dynasties, it has not been implemented stably. Once every three years, there are few, and if there are no next time, it is equivalent to abolishing the system."

"The functions of the various ministries of the North Korean Central Committee are stable, and the personnel of each position are also scheduled. There is no need for so many reserves, and—"

"Besides, there are favors and recommendations from various families and important officials every year. The humble family has few paths, so they passed the exam. There are not many positions for them, and it is even more difficult to give them useful positions."

"Isn't there Enke?"

"Your Majesty has been on the throne for five years, how many times has Enke been opened?"

once.In the end, few people were taken.

Murong Xun also set aside chopsticks. "Is it caused by the game between Gu Xinglang and the various families in Qi State?"

Jing Tingge sternly said, "The law of hereditary grace has great disadvantages, not to mention that the power of each family will become increasingly difficult to control, and the talents will also be limited because of this. The last dynasty is not as good as the last one. The bad ones are the court and the community. These are all What has been discussed over the years, Your Majesty has also recognized it in the past."

"Yes." Murong Xun responded for a long time, "It takes place every three years, and it should happen once this autumn."

"Is it possible to change the spring?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I remember that in the last round of the autumn test, the important officials in the DPRK were not interested. This time, the emperor wants to move forward, so it is hard to say that there will be no disputes, so I will bring it up first. What is the age, it will be decided."

Murong Xun didn't say good or bad, it meant to think about it. "What about the second one?"

"Huo Yan led the army back. After the clean-up is almost done, he will go back to his home in Fufeng City for a few days, right? I remember that the emperor always has similar grace. This time, can I let my ministers go with me?"

"You're a woman, it's inconvenient, and there's no excuse." He sipped his tea and quickly refused.

"Does Your Majesty want to visit Fufeng City?"

When Jing Tingge went out, the north wind had already weakened.

But the nighttime was not as good as the daytime, she was wrapped in a cloak and still shivering, she closed it tightly again, and saw a row of lanterns in the night below, all carried by the palace people, waiting for today.

Then he suddenly remembered that year when he married Murong Xun and decided to marry the Yin Kingdom, on the high platform outside the Fansheng Pavilion, he said something, and finally concluded, and then he left first, just like this row of palaces with lamps People waited to lower their heads, and the lights faded away with the moonlight.

She is going first today.

Murong Xun wanted to be together, but Jing Tingge insisted on avoiding suspicion, even though there is no money here.

"The subordinate escorted Mr. down." Huo Qi said.

Xiu Luan is still waiting for the steep ladder to go down, stomping on the spot should be frozen.Feng Yi was also there, holding a big cloak in his hand, probably because he was afraid that she would be cold at night.

"No need. Your Majesty is afraid to leave soon. Oh, I just wanted to say during the day that my lord has an official position but Ting Ge doesn't, so I can't afford to be your subordinate."

Huo Qi nodded, "Sir, if you wish, you will be determined to live up to the claim of your subordinates. It has always been the case. What the king wishes, is also the minister's wish."

(End of this chapter)