In the afternoon, outside the Ganlu Hall in Shangyang Palace.

There are groups of female officials floating in their shadows.

In and out.

But it was quiet, as if there was no footsteps.

Busy in silence.

There is a silence of afternoon.

Two female officials with colorful clothes who only appear beside the saint guarded outside the hall gate, quietly exchanged their eyes and made gestures.

In the east corridor outside the hall, three jade chimes suddenly sounded.

The larks perched on the locust tree were startled, and immediately saw a group of musicians in dark uniforms hurriedly lowered their heads from the hall with red sandalwood vials.

A few moments.

There was a faint sound of silence in the hall inside.

Not really listening.

It was submerged in the heart of the heartbeat of the summer cicadas on the branches.

No palace servant dared to listen carefully with breathing and concentration...

At this time, another female official with a beautiful face and beautiful dressed in plum blossoms came from a distance and came to the door.

She turned around and took the Bingjian from the entourage who stayed behind, passed by her two colleagues without squinting, and entered the Ganlu Hall.

In the hall, the eight-sided gilt fumigation furnace steamed Suhe fragrance, curling smoke climbed the dragon pillar and swam into the hall, and the surface of the flying fairy's pipa stringed zither painted on the ceiling was condensed into beads and dew.

The lotus wind is brought to the Taiqing Pond in the distance, and the cicada wing gauze, which is isolated from the vision in the hall, dancing in the wind, revealing the scene in the hall lightly and darkly.

When the female official Caichang holding the Ice Mirror entered the door, she happened to see an old figure kneeling from the ground and got up.

The old man looked chubby and was talking to the old woman in the dragon robe in the top.

The hall where the palace masters and musicians withdrew were empty, with only the figures of chubby old men and the old woman in dragon robe.

The female official immediately lowered her eyes, held an ice mirror in her hand, and stayed there.

Bingjian was trembling with her wrists.

I chose to stop far away.

"The eldest son of the country is calm, don't see him. For some reason, whenever I see the eldest son of the country kneeling down tremblingly, my body will feel pain and feel a little empathetic."

Behind the pearl curtain, the hoarse voice of an old woman in the dragon robe came from the hoarse voice.

Master Di bowed and clasped his fists:

"The saint has a life of no boundaries and good fortune and fortune are all great. How could it be like a rotten grass like the old minister? The saint will destroy the old minister."

"Forget it, let's sit down."

"The old minister is afraid, it's better to stand."

"What is fear?"

"The old minister did something wrong or said something wrong."

"Oh? What's wrong? Why don't I know?"

Master Di's tone was serious:

"Isn't the saint who ordered Fengtai? Isn't the old minister allowed the old minister to inspect the memorials and documents at night? I guess it was because the old minister was incompetent and angered the saint."

The old woman seemed to smile:

"No, Master Guo, this is not to avoid you. I just warn the officials over there that if there are no very important military and national affairs, don't bother you. You don't need to be on duty in the palace like other prime ministers in the political affairs hall at night, go back and rest early, and deal with anything during the day."

She said earnestly: "Old Guo, I really hope that you will be strong."

"Thank you, saint, please be content with peace of mind, the old minister is still capable."

"The elder of the country sits first."

"yes."

Mr. Di sat upright with half of his butt next to the stool.

The old woman in the dragon robe seemed to have been waiting for a while.

Master Di did not move and did not speak.

The atmosphere became quiet.

Only after the pearl curtain came the old woman's leisurely voice:

"I thought the elders of the country would also advise me."

"I dare not, what's the matter with your Majesty?"

The old woman laughs:

"Of course, I won't go back to the imperial city and stay in the Yang Palace for a long time to cultivate and enjoy it. In addition, the storm between Tianshu and the four Buddha statues, the eighth-year-old of the country also wants to persuade me to teach me."

Master Di shook his head seriously:

"Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, it is a regret. It involves the Holy Week and is not used to preach. Now the most important thing is to clean up the stall."

The old woman in the dragon robe spoke in a somewhat surprised and relieved tone:

"The country really puts the overall situation first, and I have not read the wrong person."

Master Di humbly thanked the gift and asked:

"The saint's eyebrows are sad. What's the difficulty? Can the old minister listen?"

Behind the pearl curtain, the old woman in the dragon robe was silent for a moment before she spoke slowly:

"I had a dream the night before."

She paused.

Master Di saluted again:

"I'm listening."

"I dreamed of a big reed warbler with all its wings broken. I whispered and cried in front of me, but I could do nothing."

Master Di immediately said:

"If you are not talented, you can interpret your dreams for the saints."

The old woman in the dragon robe hesitated:

"speak."

"Wei is Wei, which is Your Majesty's surname. The two wings refer to the two sons. Your Majesty now has only King Xunyang and the two sons of Prime Minister. This dream indicates that as long as you regain the Prime Minister, and then transfer the King Xunyang back to the capital, and use the two sons, Your Majesty's two wings will be able to revive and spread your wings and fly high!"

The old woman in the dragon robe calmed down, and her tone seemed a little unhappy:

"Dream interpretation is about dream interpretation, don't do anything to my family affairs with the elders of the country. The elders of the country just said, "Don't they persuade me to teach me in a non-stop manner, so how can they break their promises?"

Master Di stood up straight and bowed:

"The old minister dare not."

I saw the chubby old man in the hall, but he was elegant and graceful:

"This is not an admonition, but a proper interpretation of dreams for the saints. The old ministers do not want to preach. The old ministers are just often confused and confused, and they will not be happy if they don't ask."

"What's the matter? The elder of the country said."

Master Di was slow, but his words were as sharp as a knife, and he stabbed straight:

"Your Majesty, who is close to my aunt and nephew to my mother and son? The old minister reads history and looks at the royal family in all dynasties. Since ancient times, he has never heard of his nephew honoring his aunt as the queen mother and allowing him to enjoy the Taimiao. Could it be possible for this dynasty to happen?

"Although my Holy Week is unique, Your Majesty is also an emperor for thousands of years. He can set a precedent for all ages and is comparable to Yu Shun's existence. The old minister is firm in his opinion.

"But the King of Wei and King Liang are very talented, not a wise king like Your Majesty. As an aunt, Your Majesty understands his second nephew best. Do you think they can also stand shoulder to shoulder with Your Majesty and set a precedent forever?

"I hope Your Majesty will answer the old minister's doubts."

The old woman in the dragon robe suddenly fell silent.

...

night.

Outside Luoyang City.

At a small inn, a family with a pseudonym named Su stayed in and rested, but it did not attract any attention.

There are too many people coming to Luoyang every day, from all directions, from all over the world, and in an endless stream.

God does not lack such a wealthy family.

After supper,

The backyard of the inn is in a wing room on the second floor.
To be continued...