It seemed that Chang Xin wanted to ask the question, but Chang Xin already had an answer, so he stood up and shook the palm fan in his hand towards the purple clay pot hanging on the fire. The jumping fire reflected on Chang Xin's face. Ning Ke saw a strange smile on the white dough-like face.

Not long after that, he smiled and asked Chang Xin to wrap a few small bags of jujube and yellow tea for himself, and then said goodbye and returned to the palace.

Both Zhongcui Palace and Feng Haoxuan have been destroyed, and the Shū Emperor's bedroom was arranged in Tai'an Palace, and Ning Ke, as a close minister, was also arranged to stay in the side hall of Tai'an Palace.

At first, Ning Ke felt a little awkward. Not to mention that she was a woman, even a man, except for the eunuch, how many people could live so close to the emperor?

However, he could not resist Emperor Showa's insistence, so Ning Ke had to respond.

According to rumors, Ning Ke often cooks a cup of jujube and yellow ling tea on a moonlit night, burns incense and bathes, and drinks it by worshiping the moon, which means singing about tea.

Emperor Showa didn't pay attention after seeing him a few times. Occasionally, he heard people talking about the most nourishing jujube and yellow ling tea, and he would think of Ning Ke. Sometimes he was kind and would definitely send a few packs of them to Ning Ke. However, he couldn't cook the rich fragrance of the jujube and yellow ling tea in Changxin's mansion.

Ning Ke moved away from the desk and smiled faintly.

Burying his head in the fog that jujube and yellow tea stewed up, Ning Ke put away his thoughts floating around.

Approximately, the day is almost the same...

...

Chang Xin's heart became open since Ning Ke visited that time, and he thanked the guests in a closed door, devoted himself to teaching the saints of southern Xinjiang, waiting for success and fame, no longer going out to win over the factions, and running around for Rong Jing's eternal foundation.

One day he sat firmly at home, but suddenly received a notice from the door that Emperor Showa was visiting.

Chang Xin was so scared that he hurriedly cleaned his clothes and went to pick him up. Before he could leave the second door, he saw Emperor Showa's clothes swaying and strode in. He followed Wei Chi and Ning Ke as usual, and his heart jumped for no reason.

Among the current ministers, if you talk about honor, Ning Ke should be the leader. Even though he has an unparalleled status, I don’t know if this is a good thing for Ning Ke, who is too young.

"I heard from Lord Ning that my dear friend has been getting more and more diligent over the past few days, so I come and take a walk."

Emperor Showa's eyes fell all around Chang's mansion, and then he looked up at Chang Xin. Every wrinkle was filled with uncontrollable joy and smile. It was obvious that Emperor Showa was in a rare and excellent mood. Chang Xin bowed and led Emperor Showa into the house, and smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know that the emperor is here today, so I didn't prepare so many things... I hope the emperor forgives his crime."

As he said that, he was about to bow down. Seeing the eyes of Emperor Showa, Wei Chi understood. After Chang Xin bowed, he pulled Chang Xin up and laughed loudly, "Mr. Chang doesn't have to be too polite. The emperor is just here to come and go around today. Never stick to etiquette."

Chang Xin was always nervous. The Imperial Master Siye was not a high-ranking official, but he became increasingly afraid of what the deeper meaning of Emperor Showa suddenly had.

The so-called "sitting in your house with your door and you will suffer from the heavens, but isn't it mostly like this?

Thinking of this, I became more and more afraid of it. I didn't dare to show it too much in front of the three of them. I could only ask Ning Ke from time to time, hoping that Ning Ke would give himself a clear idea of ​​the friendship between the Imperial College in the past.

However, Ning Ke turned a blind eye to Chang Xin's eyes, and stood behind Emperor Showa in an indifferent and respectful manner, making Chang Xin's heart increasingly hung in the air.

After reading the ancient books for a while, Emperor Showa felt that Chang Xin was bored. It was better to chat with Ning Ke with him. So he turned around and said angrily, "Chang Aiqing, Lord Ning said you are the best at cooking tea and drinking tea. I wonder if I have such a blessing?"

After listening to Emperor Showa's will, Chang Xin's heart was slightly relieved.

I had known that Ning Ke had always lived in Tai'an Hall with Emperor Showa. I guess it was the jujube and yellow tea he gave to Ning Ke that caused the emperor's greed... Thinking of this, I hurriedly went to the cellar to hold out the grimaceful celadon basin. As the order of the tea was made when Ning Ke was cooking last time, I dug out a few palms of snow and put it in a purple clay pot. I shook the palm fan and controlled the heat made by the snow water. However, my hand holding the handle of the fan trembled slightly, and my heart was panicked.

But after a moment, the boiled jujube and yellow tea was brought up.

Emperor Showa lifted the tea lid, pulled the floating tea on his head, buried his head in the hot air, took a deep breath, and praised it from the bottom of his heart, "Your dear craftsmanship is extraordinary!"

"Where are there." Chang Xin wiped his sweat the moment he turned around. When he looked at Emperor Showa, he was smiling and said, "I am just a little skill in cooking tea and drinking tea. I am definitely not as good as the emperor to reconcile the world and even the six tripods."

After saying this, Emperor Showa was in a good mood, but without any trace, reminded Emperor Showa that since he was to harmonize the world and even the six tripods, he should establish a prince.

However, Emperor Showa was in a good mood and did not care about the implicit meaning of Changxin's words, or he did not notice that there was something in Changxin's words, who was trembling. He talked with several people and then got up and returned to the palace.

Changxin that night heard that Emperor Showa had almost transferred all the homes of the fourth rank and above in the court.

A wish arises in my heart. However, without waiting for Changxin to grasp this wish, the belief will dissipate from my palm and break at once.

That night, Chang Xin was not sleeping soundly.

...

Inquiry Hall.

Emperor Showa took a leave and refused to come to court again. However, Ning Ke and the two prime ministers came every day, discussing some methods of governing the people in Xinjiang at all times. Occasionally, several people participated in politics and dispersed every time they made a plan. It was so satisfying.

Chen Yu and his impatient nature were fully reflected at this time. One day, he just entered the door of the Qunting Hall and sneered, "I haven't moved for so long. Are you watching us? "

Everyone knew that Chen Yuhe was blatantly dissatisfied with Emperor Showa. If some people were fencemen, then Chen Yuhe was definitely a loyal Yan King Party. He felt uncomfortable if he could not hear the voices of praise of the King of Yan for a day. Emperor Showa ordered the officials to choose the candidate for the prince in his heart. Chen Yuhe insisted that he was the King of Yan, and waited for Emperor Showa and they wanted to win the outcome. He fought with reason and dominated the court.

Who knew that after so long, Emperor Showa still had no news. Chen Yuhe's original aura became half weak, but he was still angry. What about the promised choice of the prince?

However, in today's Inquiry Hall, people gathered together very rarely. Even when he heard Chen Yuhe's words, he just raised his head slightly, smiled and said, and then lowered his head to process the documents at his hand.

"Write, you will know how to write." Chen Yuhe complained and quickly walked to the left political consultant's table, slapped the table, and the inkstone shook, "It's unbearable that the emperor is so joking about us!"

Left Consortium helped his glasses, looked at Chen Yuhe, who was fucked in the morning with disgust, and turned to sit on the side of Right Consortium.

However, Chen Yuhe refused to follow, and walked to the right political consultant again a few steps, slapped the table and slapped the table. Ning Ke smiled and raised his jaw to look at Chen Yuhe. Which one did he sing?

"Do you still have a little bit of literary character? So what if he is the emperor?"

The right-sponsor frowned, obviously not wanting to provoke Chen Yuhe who was already crazy.

Chen Yuhe walked back and forth at the two tables of the left and right political parties, and suddenly scolded and laughed wildly. Everyone was a little afraid, but they couldn't afford to offend them, so they could only frown and look like they were staying away.

In the huge palace of Qunting, Chen Xiu and Ning Ke are the quietest place.

Because of the quietness, you can hear the slow flow of time, the little by little in time, and the orderly heartbeats of each other when it is almost stagnant.

Ruthless?

Ning Ke glanced at the corner of his eyes, looking like a good man, and he would not be too embarrassing at all times. When he was studying in the Imperial College, he asked himself questions about Emperor Dao of Southern Qi and the God of Western Liang, which opened up a broader world for his thinking.

He was also the one who stopped Chen Yuhe, who was making things difficult for him in this inquiry hall, and seemed to be very protective of himself at all times.

However, he was still the one who followed Rong Chu's secret order to involve the so-called underground palace and fabricated evidence that his father had treason and colluded with the enemy, harmed the Lin family, harmed her father, and caused her to lose her only relative in the world.

A smoke of calmness and concentration curled up. Through the smoke, Ning Ke clearly saw the movement of his sleeves.

It was not yet cold, and the light from the east came in through the cracks of the windows that had been around for many years. Ning Ke followed the grayish white area and saw a little unclearly flashing light about a finger wide in the light and shadow.

It was just a moment.

It is shaped like willow leaves, very thin, very...sharp.

Flying knife!

Ning Ke was stunned, and suddenly felt a cold sweat appearing. Chen Yuhe on the other side didn't know it, but he still grabbed the two participating in politics and insisted on them to make it clear whether Emperor Showa treated them like this. He had a kingly law. However, Ning Ke on this side did not dare to turn around, so he could only glance out of the corner of his eyes and shivered slightly. He suddenly thought, how many times was this time he faced death?

I was thinking about it and didn't notice that Chen Yuhe's voice fell.

When he was shocked to find someone entering the hall, Ning Ke hurriedly walked out of the desk and knelt down. He respectfully bowed to the bright yellow clothes that had not been stained with the atmosphere of the palace for a long time, "I wish the emperor a long life and a boundless life!"

Then Chen Yuhe and Shen Jue knelt on both sides of Ning Ke respectively. When Ning Ke looked again, he felt that the floor tiles in his palm were already wet.
Chapter completed!