The border war was in full swing. At that time, the new dynasty was just established and the dynasty's outline was not stable. The new emperor was worried and couldn't sleep at night.
"Your Majesty! It's late at night, why not take a rest early?"
Li Lang, the new steward, glanced at Su Wenqing cautiously. This was the new emperor, and he was just the steward who had just been promoted. He had not yet figured out the new emperor's temperament.
Su Wenqing, who was standing in front of the window, nodded, "Go and have a rest! I want to be alone for a while."
Su Wenqing was still not used to being served by other people. Only Uncle Zhong understood him best, but now Uncle Zhong was no longer suitable to stay in the palace.
Li Lang was a little at a loss, "What? You haven't rested yet. This slave will never dare to rest."
"Then just back off!" Su Wenqing's tone was a little impatient.
Li Lang was shocked, "Then if you have anything to tell me, I will be waiting outside!"
He said and retreated tremblingly.
Su Wenqing turned to look at the edict on the imperial case. It was still blank, and she couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in her heart.
For the common people, spring rain is as valuable as oil!
Lin was born into a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River, and his family was wealthy and noble. His father had just been promoted to be the Minister of Rites.
"I told you before, and I thought you would keep it in mind, but your performance during this period has disappointed me. Money and power have fascinated your eyes and your heart."
Putting aside his curiosity, he quickly warned himself not to be too curious about his master's affairs, otherwise he would not know how he died.
There are troops, but King Duanyang alone may not be able to hold on for long.
The post of Minister of Rites originally belonged to Su Jinxun, but now that Su Jinxun is the Supreme Emperor, he is no longer suitable to interfere in the affairs of the court, and he is truly enjoying his life.
Li Lang sighed in his heart. Logically speaking, the eldest prince is the eldest son, so this East Palace must belong to the eldest prince.
"I don't know! Maybe it's because of urgent matters at the border." Su Yiliang still had the patience to explain to his newlywed wife.
He listened to his father praising her again and again in front of him, being happy that she won three yuan in a row, and not only not punishing her for buying private property, but also protecting and gratifying her.
Although it has been nearly two months since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has not yet met the second prince!
I don't know where the second prince went, or why he didn't show up for such a big event as the new emperor's enthronement.
But he knew that Su Yizhao liked it. His father once said that after only learning chess for a few years, Su Yizhao was already better than his master.
He laughed uncontrollably and burst into tears.
The eldest prince Su Yiliang lives in the Prince's Mansion outside the palace.
Jiarong Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is the most powerful line of defense at the border. If it is captured by the feudal lords, the imperial court will be in danger!
The spring night in Beijing is still cold, and coupled with the drizzle, people can't help but shiver.
The flattery of those ministers during this period made him feel a little elated.
Su Yiliang said the words that had been suppressed in his heart loudly and loudly, causing Su Wenqing to feel severe pain in his chest.
At this moment, there was only resentment and jealousy in his heart, and he felt helpless at his own incompetence.
"I regret that I should not have been born into the Su family, let alone be your child. As a father, you are not worthy! As a husband, you are not worthy! As a son of man, you are even less worthy!"
"I owe them this. If I don't repay it, I won't be able to have peace of mind for the rest of my life."
He can write well, study hard, have talent, be good at strategies, and speak meaningfully.
There were so many such compliments that he couldn't even count them.
The black and white chessboard in front of him became blurry, and he felt disgusted. He didn't like playing chess.
There are only two strong generals at the border gate now. Due to some mischief in the army a few days ago, Jiarong Pass was invaded by enemy troops. There is currently a fierce battle, but King Duanyang has sent a letter requesting the imperial court to send troops for support.
But for Su Yiliang, the spring rain was bone-chilling, chilling to the very core.
He suddenly turned around and shouted outside: "The eldest prince is here to see you!"
The New Year has passed and it is already spring in February.
Su is now a member of the royal family of the capital. He just got married yesterday and is still immersed in the joy of his wedding.
But his father has never praised him. Is it true that he is useless and has nothing to praise?
"You also know that with the current situation of the court, she is the most suitable. I will not treat you badly, and neither will she."
"She doesn't want it, but you insist on giving it to me. What about me? I am your son. When will you have me in your heart?"
Su Wenqing was speechless. He also knew that these words were hurtful, but he had to make such a choice.
"Don't you just want to say that I can't defend this country, and only she can do it? Why bother to use a fig leaf for my son?"
However, the father has not explained Su Yizhao's identity to the outside world, and I don't know what his thoughts are.
This child is not like him.
The imperial court cannot fall into the hands of those barbarians. This is something he cannot tolerate.
"It's so late, why did the emperor still summon him?" His wife, Lin, was very puzzled.
Su Wenqing's words made Su Yiliang feel like he was struck by lightning. How ridiculous that he could be so humble?
The eldest prince? He just smiled and shook his head. Maybe they didn't know that the second prince just had a name and had long since disappeared.
Su Wenqing looked at her son in front of her under the candlelight. His facial features were exactly the same as Tang's, and his temperament was mostly similar.
King Duanyang was already old and was inevitably unable to do what he wanted. Although his two sons were young and powerful, they lacked strategy and could not be of great use.
Walking on the way to the imperial study, his mood was already different from before.
After touching the wet hem of his clothes, Su Yiliang, who was kneeling on the mat, felt cold.
Mrs. Lin dressed Su Yiliang, and Su Yiliang hurriedly left the house.
Su Yiliang stood up angrily, "Father! Have you ever gotten to know Erchen? Have you ever looked at Erchen carefully? You only have eyes for her."
"They said they don't want it, so why are you persistent?" Su Yiliang said after a while.
Su Yiliang couldn't help but tremble, he gritted his teeth and said.
However, the second prince is a well-known counselor all over the world. I heard that the emperor is also very partial to the second prince, so I really can't say for sure in the East Palace.
Li Lang responded quickly and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. It seemed that he had to figure out the new emperor's thoughts more. He was right not to take a break earlier.
He thought of Su Yizhao again. He had deeply doubted whether Su Yizhao could be his child?
Su Yizhao is the one who is most like him. How powerful is Sheng Lanqing? Not really! What about Bi Yu? She is just a simple woman.
The vassal states are becoming more and more powerful. They have been annexing tribes in the past few years, and now they have grown to a level that cannot be underestimated.
When Su Yiliang heard the summons from the palace, he quickly put on his clothes and hurried to the palace.
Su Yiliang turned around and walked out of the imperial study room with a puff of sleeves. Su Wenqing held her chest and felt heartbroken!
After putting everything in the box, Su Yizhao originally planned to set off tomorrow, but it rained in the past two days, so Su Yizhao decided to stay a few more days.
"Everything is almost packed, but God is not kind to me!"
Sheng Lanqing reached out to catch the raindrops and sighed slightly.