Chapter 94 "Quickly send someone to ask Xuanjian if His Majesty is in the palace at this time."
"Quickly send someone to ask Xuanjian whether His Majesty is in the palace at this time."
Although Song Lin didn't quite understand Song Shiwei's intention, he still took the order and left.
A breeze blew, and she suddenly put her hand to her lips and coughed a few times. Her body was so thin that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her away.
She raised her hand slightly and caught a crabapple petal floating in from the window. Against the backdrop of her almost transparent skin, the petal in her palm looked particularly gorgeous, exuding a vibrant vitality.
Song Shiwei chuckled and held it tightly.
A quarter of an hour later, Song Lin took the small note just delivered by the carrier pigeon and handed it to Song Shiwei.
"Your Excellency, His Majesty is reviewing his studies in Yongning Palace, and everything is normal."
Song Shiwei stared at the flying words on it, still feeling that something was wrong. As if she had thought of something, she added: "Go check Xuanjian's life again."
She remembered that there was a secret passage under the palace, which led to all directions and also to the capital. The late emperor had mentioned it to her unintentionally.
"Your Excellency is suspicious..." Song Lin raised his head upon hearing this, with murderous eyes.
Song Shiwei looked at the blooming crabapple trees outside the window in silence. Just as Song Lin was about to take his leave, a calm voice came from her mouth.
"That's enough, let's stop here. You can go now."
If it really was that child, she should be thankful that the incompetent puppet emperor in their eyes was not without the ability to protect himself, nor was he as easily manipulated as they had imagined.
She also did a lot of things in places that were beyond her reach.
The Waking of Insects had just passed, and the spring chill had not yet dissipated. Two teams of well-equipped imperial guards marched in neat and powerful steps, leading the way for the troops, followed closely by the ceremonial guards, wearing brocade armor and long blades on their waists.
Under the guidance of Lin Sheng, deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, the guards stood in front of the carriages from all parties.
The team marched towards Mingyu Palace in Jingzhou in a mighty manner.
The Yizhou uprising could no longer be suppressed, and when the news reached the capital there was an uproar, and many people petitioned to send troops to quell the rebellion and enhance the prestige of our dynasty.
Now the people of the aristocratic families are arguing fiercely in the court over the issue of the generals who should suppress the rebellion. Even at this time, they still want to gain greater benefits for their families.
They knew that she came from a poor family, and even though she was now in cahoots with them, they were still worried that she would do something bad, so they used the spring ploughing ceremony to send her away.
It just so happened that she also had some things that were not suitable to be done under their noses, and they hit it off immediately, and Song Shiwei immediately took Wu Qining away from Beijing.
Mingyu Palace in Jingzhou was the royal summer palace and also the place where emperors of all dynasties held spring ploughing ceremonies.
Last winter, there was heavy snow for several days, causing serious disasters. Since winter turned to spring, the weather has been sunny and the sky is clear. I guess the sunshine during spring ploughing is also very good.
The emperor took the lead in plowing the land, accompanied by important ministers, to show his importance to agriculture, and at the same time pray for good winds and rains in spring and a good harvest.
Song Shiwei leaned against the soft pillow, a fox fur coat draped loosely on her body. Although the weather was getting warmer, she was still wearing it to keep warm. She held a memorial in her hand and looked down at it. From a distance, she looked like a lazy and sickly white fox.
"Master." The shaking sedan chair slowly stopped and Song Lin wanted to say something but before she could finish her words, she saw a timid head popping out from behind her.
"I am confused while reviewing my books, and would like to ask the Master for advice." Wu Qining held a stack of books, her dark eyes reflecting Song Shi's slightly pale face. She blinked and called out softly again.
Perhaps it was because he reached an agreement with Song Shiwei that night and knew that his life would not be in danger as long as he was obedient, the young man in front of him let down his guard against Song Shiwei a little, and at the same time his fear also dissipated a little.
So much so that she ran to her sedan chair secretly.
"Come up." Song Shiwei waved his hand. Wu Qining curled his eyes when he heard that and climbed onto the sedan chair nimbly.
This little setback did not attract anyone's attention, and the team quickly resumed its journey, driving slowly towards Jingzhou.
Both of them probably knew that the other was not a good person, but they pretended to be calm and sat together calmly. Song Shiwei taught and Wu Qining listened, respecting his teacher very much.
Wu Qining was dressed very formally today, wearing a crown with tassels on his head and a five-clawed dragon robe. The twelve strings of jade beads swayed gently with the swaying of the sedan chair, making clear and pleasant sounds.
Song Shiwei looked at the round and translucent jade beads swaying in front of her, feeling a little dazed.
"Master, is there anything wrong with me?" Wu Qining touched his face and asked with some confusion.
The back hidden in the wide dragon robe was surprisingly straight, and the face that seemed to be puzzled was tense. Did this treacherous minister see through her disguise last time, or... was he coveting the crown on her head.
Song Shiwei came back to his senses and said nothing, just saying that nothing happened. Just these two light words made Wu Qining feel uneasy for some reason.
Her gaze just now did not seem to be covetous, but rather reminiscing.
Who is she looking at through her face?
Imagine yourself as the king of the world wearing a dragon robe and a crown? !
Traitor! A traitor who disobeys his superiors and refuses to repent!
He actually had such outrageous fantasies right in front of her.
In his heart, he cursed her from head to toe, but on the surface, Wu Qining obediently turned over the page and asked for advice seriously.
The handwriting was still as ugly as dog crawling. Song Shi closed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out what she meant.
After examining it for a while, she put the book on the table with her backhand. The crooked handwriting still could not be washed out of her mind. She took a deep breath, pointed at Wu Qining's handwriting, and said in a deep voice: "The horizontal lines are not horizontal, and the vertical lines are not vertical. It is crooked and disorderly. If this handwriting appears in the memorial in the future, it will be a disgrace to the royal family. You should practice hard when you go back."
"Don't we have a tutor? He will review it for me." Wu Qining tilted his head and replied weakly.
Song Shiwei glanced at her indifferently, and Wu Qining shrank her neck, stopped talking back, and replied obediently that she would practice harder in the future.
After answering several questions in a row, her mouth was dry. She picked up the teacup to moisten her dry lips, and then Wu Qining asked the next question.
She couldn't stop talking, and looked at Song Shiwei with admiration, so she couldn't stop talking even if she wanted to. After all, judging from the handwriting on her book, she did have such doubts.
Song Shiwei rubbed her temples tiredly, and her already pale face lost some color. The continuous swaying of the sedan chair made her feel dizzy, and a sour feeling welled up in her throat.
"Master, are you okay? You don't look well. I'll call the imperial physician immediately." Wu Qining said worriedly, looking at her with concerned eyes.
"No need. Let me rest for a while." Song Shiwei shook his head gently, frowned, leaned on the soft pillow and closed his eyes to rest.
Wu Qining stood up slightly and immediately sat down. Taking advantage of the time when she closed her eyes to rest, she looked at the person in front of her with interest.
With a furrowed brow, cold sweat and fingers tightly grasping the book, Song Shiwei seemed to be in great discomfort.
She was just talking. How could she really be worried about this traitor?
She knew that she was in poor health and might feel uncomfortable after the long journey, so she came over to disturb her in the name of asking for advice.
The blue veins were like winding snakes, faintly visible under the pale skin, beating slightly with breathing. Song Shiwei's neck was so slender that it could be pinched with one hand.
Wu Qining slightly opened his hand hidden under the dragon robe and measured in the air. Then, he clenched his five fingers fiercely.
With such a fragile neck, I'm afraid she could break it with just a slight squeeze.
As if bewitched, Wu Qining leaned closer to her. The purple fingerprints, the red eyes of the master, the insults uttered from his lips, the gradually weak struggle, Wu Qining only needed to imagine the scene at that time, and the blood in his body began to boil.
Such a traitor should be executed by her.
"Mother, mother." A crisp voice not far away exploded in Wu Qining's mind. She immediately withdrew her hand that she had stretched out involuntarily, sat obediently in her original position, and looked at Song Shiwei worriedly.
Song Shiwei raised her eyes suddenly. After dozing for a while, her complexion improved a little. She smiled helplessly and said gently:
"Come in."
The 17-18-year-old girl jumped onto the sedan chair. She had a pair of phoenix eyes that were very similar to Wu Qining's, but unlike her droopy and cowardly eyes, the little girl's eyes were bright and crescent-shaped, revealing intelligence and cleverness. When she smiled, two faint dimples appeared on her face, which was particularly attractive.
She was just about to hug Song Shiwei's arm and act coquettishly, but she caught a glimpse of the golden dragon robe out of the corner of her eye and immediately stopped. She straightened her back and saluted in a standard manner, with every move and gesture showing aristocratic demeanor.
"Greetings to your Majesty, and to my mother."
Wu Qining looked at the little girl with some curiosity.
"Is this the girl from the Taifu family? Why haven't I heard Taifu mention her before?"
"This is my little girl, Song An Ning, she is eight years old. She was in poor health when she was young, so she was rarely allowed to go out." Song Shiwei rubbed the two little tufts of hair on her head, lowered his eyes, took over her homework, checked it carefully, and taught her patiently.
The sickness between her eyebrows and eyes dissipated silently, and the hazy and elusive mist dissolved warmly. The warm sunlight sprinkled on her, not hot, but gentle enough.
Wu Qining silently watched the mother and daughter get along with each other and was a little surprised.
The treacherous minister in her impression was insidious, cunning, strong and cold. Even if he was weak, his bloody and brutal methods would cover him up without a trace. No one in the court or the country dared to challenge her majesty.
She had never seen her with such an expression before, and I'm afraid few people in the court and the public had seen it either. It was so gentle and warm.
The little bits of light occasionally leaked out by a tough and cold person are particularly brilliant and dazzling, making people want to indulge in it involuntarily, stretching out their hands to cover the sparks that may dissipate at any time, and snatching away the tiny bit of tenderness.
The fragile firefly was extinguished little by little in Wu Qining's eyes, struggling to escape from between her hands, falling into the air that was enough to dissipate it, and turning into specks of dust.
Wu Qining was in a trance for a moment, and murmured silently: "Master."
Wu Qining didn't come to her senses until Song Anning jumped out of the car. She looked at the child's back and sighed silently.
If her eldest sister's daughter had not died young, she would have been the same size as this little girl.
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