Emperor Jin

Chapter 40 Undercurrent
When Baojin arrived in a hurry, there was a line of servants standing in the corridor with their hands down. Zhang Xun, the leader, saw her and stomped his feet anxiously, "Your Majesty's expression is not good, and he asked about you just now!"

Baojin's brows were deeply frowned, forming a whirl of snow, and then he apologized in a low voice, seeing that the palace man beside him was holding a lacquer plate with two Yue kiln porcelain cups on it, but he was full of panic and hesitated to enter.

She fixed her eyes on Bao Jin, and said with a tearful voice, "Your Majesty is having a secret conversation with His Highness Prince Jing... I dare not go in and disturb him."

"I come."

Glancing at everyone's relieved expressions, Bao Jin took the lacquer tray, knocked on the door lightly, and then pushed in.

The hall was very dark, her eyes relaxed for a few moments, and then she slowly got used to it and saw the situation clearly.

The emperor leaned on the imperial case, carefully looking at a picture scroll in his hand, while Yun Shi sat leaning aside, drawing circles on it with charcoal, while whispering something.

"Although we have acquired a large piece of land in the Central Plains of Gyeonggi, we are still in danger..."

Yun Shi stole a glance at the emperor's expression, and while deliberating over his words, he finally expressed his true thoughts, "Although the world is at home now, we still can't sit back and relax. There is the king of Shu in the southwest, and the sixteen kingdoms in the northern county also have different thoughts. , if you rashly send troops to the south, I am afraid that you will be attacked by the enemy!"

The emperor showed no signs of anger. When he looked at Yun, he smiled helplessly, "Do you really think that I will immediately attack the false king of the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

"But the Queen's side..."

"She is eager to win, and she is a little anxious."

The emperor said lightly.

Only then did Yun Shi heave a sigh of relief, and he smiled awkwardly: "This minister is reckless. Hearing that the Queen issued an order to the Ministry of War, he was impatient for a while, so..."

The emperor laughed and interrupted him, "You guy, you are still the same as before, seemingly gentle and refined, but once you make a decision, you can't pull back nine bulls - I still have the memorial you made before, I will not send troops rashly."

The two looked at each other, thinking of the anecdote of fighting side by side in the past, their hearts warmed, and the long-lost intimacy and tacit understanding seemed to come back to their eyes at this moment.

The emperor stared at the shadow of the palace gate——

"Who's there, come out!"

The blue silk clothes come lightly from the dark place, walking slowly, taking small steps on the waves, dusty socks...

"Your Majesty, this is a newly brewed cloud..."

A clear female voice sounded beside her, and two cups of tea were placed on the small table one by one, and a burst of mellow fragrance wafted in, making one feel refreshed.

Yun Shi clenched his palms involuntarily, he fixed his eyes on the beautiful woman in front of him, the light in his deep pupils shone brightly, and he never moved away.

It was a look of longing, desolation, loss...even anger.

The atmosphere became sinister at this moment, the emperor remained calm, and when Bao Jin was about to leave, he suddenly stopped her, "Stay here and clean up."

Bao Jin saluted, came to the side of the imperial case silently, and tidied up the slightly messy tabletop—some small needles with red and black marks were inserted or placed, marking the territory of the enemy and us on the scroll.

"Although there will be no big fights at the moment, how can others be allowed to sleep soundly in the couch—the half of the south of the Yangtze River should always be cleaned up."

The emperor said in a deep voice, full of high spirits as if pointing the country.

"Although the puppet kings of the Southern Tang Dynasty are weaker in strength, most of them are rich and prosperous places in the south of the Yangtze River. If they rely on the natural danger of the Yangtze River and have countless money and food to support them, if this battle is delayed for a long time, I am afraid that the Sixteen Kingdoms of Beijun will not be able to control the Wara people. , when the time comes, we will be fighting on two fronts."

Yun Shiji didn't want to look at Baojin any more, but just talked freely to the picture scroll on the desk.

His face was slightly pale, but his tone was gloomy and dignified.

The emperor has always been cautious about this matter, and he was displeased when he heard his pessimism. He frowned slightly, "I understand what you mean, but being pessimistic can also increase the prestige of others and destroy your own ambition. As a commander General, you must not speak like this outside."

"Yes."

Yun Shi solemnly bowed and then sat down respectfully. The long-lost tacit understanding and intimacy just now seemed to be separated by an invisible gap at this moment.

Seeing that he was so respectful, the emperor had nothing to say, and the hall fell into silence.

After a while, Yun Shi got up to leave. He had just walked a few steps when he heard a suppressed cry of pain from behind——

"oops!"

He suddenly turned around, but saw a small needle with a black mark inserted straight into Baojin's snow-white finger, and bright red blood immediately flowed down, dripping on the red sandalwood imperial case.

Apparently she was accidentally stabbed while packing up.

Seeing her frowning, Yun Shi felt a pain in his heart, and the next moment, he saw the emperor pulled her hand over, pulled out the needle, and then put it into his mouth to suck the blood away.

The usually stern thin lips were pursed lightly, and the blood on the snow-colored fingertips was sucked away. This scene can be said to be shocking, but it shows a strange ambiguity and detachment...

Yun Shi's heart was filled with another emotion, he turned his head in a bit of embarrassment, the deep jealousy made him almost bite his lips to bleed.

He turned around and left, a secret but firm thought became clearer than ever at this moment.

***

After Bao Jin was on duty, he returned to Shen Hao's gathering place again regardless of being tired late at night, and invited a special guest.

Song Lin took a sip of tea, feeling comfortable and unafraid of the long sword on his neck.

"If Your Highness wants me to die, you only need to order me, why do you have to do it yourself?"

"You knew what my sister was doing."

A gloomy voice burst out word by word from Bao Jin's vermilion lips.

"Yes……"

Song Lin's eyes were slightly lost, and he sighed: "As early as four years ago, when you married Gaoli, the situation in the court has gradually become mysterious."

The candlelight was flickering, and the night wind outside the window shook the branches and leaves, almost making his voice fragmented——

"Your Majesty built the Zichen Palace, and from now on he looks down on the officials from a high position, and, moreover, he lives more and more reclusively."

"Huge supplies and supplies flowed out of the royal family's inner treasury, as if rolling in the sea, and then disappeared without a trace. In the end, I even found..."

Song Lin seemed to be trapped in a huge haze, and his voice carried the horror of the dark night——

"What did you find?!"

Bao Jin urged sharply.

Song Lin kept silent, and after a while, he asked back, "Do you think His Majesty Jin Yuan is a fool?"

"of course not!"

"Then, with Xu Ji alone, can he really be transferred away from the Gyeonggi defenders without being noticed?"

Song Lin asked with a sneer.

Bao Jin was speechless at the question, and a thought that had been looming before slowly rose from the bottomless abyss.

(I have a cold, and I am going to take the civil service exam, so I can only update once on Saturday and Sunday, and there are two updates on Monday, please forgive me)
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