As soon as the question came out of his mouth, before Shen Lie could reply, Song Qingtang laughed first.
"What I asked is so ridiculous," Song Qingtang said, "You are right, we do have different views. If Ali is from Duke Dingguo's mansion, then it is only natural for her to seek justice for Duke Dingguo's mansion. Any ordinary person Anyone with an upright spirit will gravitate toward her."
Shen Lie, with a calm expression on his face, filled his cup again.
"Shen Lie," Song Qingtang looked at the wine pouring from the flask and said softly, "In fact, the courtiers were quite shocked and angry about the matter of Dingguo Duke's Mansion."
"I don't want to talk too much about political affairs with you," Shen Lie put down the bottle of wine, "I said, you and I are different. I am an outsider and you are an insider. Our conflicts are irreconcilable. This is determined by our stance."
"Then tell me, what should I do now?" Song Qingtang looked at him.
"It's up to you what to do. If you ask me personally, then from your standpoint I can only think that your best way is to report me."
"Report?" Song Qingtang smiled, "Shen Lie, you are not alone. There are the Guo family and the Shen family behind you."
Shen Lie said lightly: "I am the only one in the Guo family in Beijing. As for Zuilu, do you think Emperor Xuan Yan can still reach there with his hand?"
He smiled lazily and spoke lazily. At this time, a gust of wind blew up. Song Qingtang was dressed warmly, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
"Master." The cook's voice came from behind.
Song Qingtang raised his eyes and saw that the cook had brought three portions of dumplings, one steamed and two with soup in bowls.
"You still have time to eat dumplings." Song Qingtang said.
The servant who followed him placed a bowl of dumplings for two portions in front of Shen Lie, and another bowl of dumplings in front of Song Qingtang.
Then there were various kinds of condiments, each with four small plates, neatly placed in front of Shen Lie and Song Qingtang. They were the same set of tableware with the same color as the wine cup and chopsticks, which was very elegant and beautiful.
Song Qingtang looked at it and saw that the dumplings on both sides were very different in size and style.
"Your hospitality is so good," Song Qingtang said, "I had such a big one, but you gave me such a small one."
"No, sir," the servant said quickly, "your dumplings are freshly made by our cook."
"My dumplings are made by Ah Li." Shen Lie said.
Song Qingtang was about to pick up his chopsticks when he heard this and said, "Ah Li?"
As he spoke, he quickly raised his eyes and looked towards the kitchen behind him.
"She's not here," Shen Lie smiled suddenly, unable to hide it, as bright as the sky breaking through the clouds, "She sent her to my teahouse this morning."
This was the first time that Song Qingtang saw this ice cube face smiling like this. He stared blankly at Shen Lie's bowl. The dumplings were thin in skin and large in filling, white and tender. The more he looked at them, the cuter they became.
"She, she can also make dumplings." Song Qingtang took a sip of saliva and looked down at his dumplings.
His dumplings were actually not too small, but they were incomparable to those of the other party. Moreover, the Guo family stayed in the capital specifically to take care of Shen Lie's cook, so her cooking skills were naturally first-class, but Song Qingtang just felt very uncomfortable. My mouth was filled with greed, and I wanted to taste the dumplings in Shen Lie's bowl.
But when he thought of the girl who didn't know the world and didn't listen to his words, he didn't want to eat anymore. He picked up the dumplings in his bowl, dipped them in the dipping sauce, and stuffed them into his mouth.
While chewing, he raised his eyes to look at Shen Lie. He was eating slowly, without making any noise, and looked like he was not eating the fireworks of this world.
Song Qingtang paused for a moment, then slowed down and chewed slowly.
The more he ate, the weirder he felt. He originally wanted to go to the other party's house to accuse him, to make him feel guilty, and to promise him that he would never do anything random again. Then he could temporarily give up his principles and turn a blind eye to this matter. Yi Yan, pretending not to know, ended up sitting here eating dumplings with the other party. He was so full of thoughts when he came that he couldn't feel anything at all now. For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether he was eating someone's soft mouth or being raped by the other party. His speech and behavior left him speechless.
However, what Shen Lie said about Emperor Xuan Yan's hand made Song Qingtang's heart sink a little.
He didn't want to think about it, but he had to admit that nowadays, Daqian could no longer see the way forward more and more clearly.
The heavy snow fell at Shen time.
The snowstorm came very quickly, but within an hour, the sky and the ground were covered with a layer of silver frost.
The whole of Kyoto was cold and quiet, and the refugees who had been lingering outside the city gate for many days went to the nearest mountain to escape the snow.
The slopes going up the mountain are full of people huddled together. Many people are wearing thin clothes and wearing worn-out shoes. It is difficult to walk and they are crowded together. Many conflicts arise, especially when walking up the steep slope, people start to move. Push others directly into the cliff.
Those who fell to death were relieved, while those who were stuck at the bottom of the hillside desperately cried out for help. No one responded. Except for those who were fighting in anger, everyone had a numb and tired face.
It had been snowing heavily for three hours, and a team of fast horses came running in the night on the official road.
"Open the door!" the leading man shouted loudly towards the city wall.
The gatekeeper looked down: "Who is coming!"
The man raised his head to face the lights of the city wall and held up the token in his hand: "Jiannan Jiedushi envoy Qin Xing's general, Mao Shigu!"
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The snow is falling heavily, like cotton wool.
Emperor Xuan Yan stood outside Dongming Palace, staring at the heavy snow.
The night was dark and silent, and the entire imperial city seemed dead.
Emperor Xuan Yan raised his head, and the lamplight shone on his face, reflecting the increasingly fine wrinkles on his face like knife carvings.
Three men in silver armor strode forward in the distance.
The leader is Tianrong Guard General Lu Mingfeng.
"Your Majesty." Lu Mingfeng knelt down and said.
"Say." Emperor Xuan Yan looked at Tianming.
"Zhao Mingyue and Zhao Gong did leave the city, and many sources can confirm it. Lu Qianhai started vomiting blood an hour ago, and he was talking more and more nonsense. He might not be able to survive three days. There was a corpse lying on the street on Zhengyang Road this morning. The body was the same as before. The men who slaughtered the beggars on the street were in a group. There was a letter on the corpse, saying that this man was not from the Central Plains, but from the Northern Yuan Dynasty. I compared the handwriting, and it was different from the evil woman's handwriting, so it should not have been done by her. "
"People from Beiyuan." Emperor Xuan Yan said in a low voice.
A gust of wind blew, and some of his gray beard was fluttering in the wind. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "I suddenly thought of someone, where is Marquis Jing'an."
"It should still be in Chongyi."
"When he was young, he was an expert at leading troops in war," Emperor Xuan Yan said calmly with a smile on his face, "Let's call him back."
"yes."
"Where is the Tao family?" Emperor Xuanyan asked again.
"Still living there as usual, Jiang's wound is quite serious and he has been recovering from his injury these days."
"Okay," Emperor Xuan Yan finally withdrew his gaze and turned to Lu Mingfeng, "arrest them."
Lu Mingfeng paused and was a little surprised: "Arrest him?"
"Imprison him in Tianrong Guard Mansion and let the news out. The bigger the fanfare, the better."
"Yes." Lu Mingfeng lowered his head.
Emperor Xuan Yan looked at the two men behind Lu Mingfeng. One of them was Xie Dajun, who had newly replaced Liu Sijie.
Emperor Xuan Yan frowned slightly, and the bad breath fermented in his chest getting bigger and bigger.
