Song Han was embarrassed and angry, hugged his chest and was about to enter the city, but was stopped by the guards: "Second Master Song, it's not that you don't give you face, but that's because he was from the East Factory. You are not allowed to enter the city in the future. If someone gives you a trace of it, he will be considered as a conspirator. Please don't make things difficult for us!"

how so!

He was stunned.

Then how will he live in the future?

Song Han panicked and wanted to break in without hesitation.

Just now, he was polite to him but kicked him mercilessly: "It's so shameless! Do you think you are the second master of the Duke of England? He even ignored the words of his master! If you don't teach you a lesson, I don't know what you are!"

Song Han staggered and fell to the ground.

A burst of laughter rang out from all sides.

Someone said, "This young man looks tender and tender, I don't know what he has done? You guys are a little vulgar!" As he said, he went to pull Song Han, "Pity, even his clothes were stripped off. My shop happened to be short of someone who served tea and water. You might as well follow me. Although you can't have silk silk, you can eat enough and wear warmth..."

Before he could finish his words, someone laughed loudly with malicious intentions: "Dad Lai, who did you bring tea and water to your end did not become your money tree?"

Everyone laughed, their laughter was slutty.

Song Han fled in panic.

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The West Warm Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace Study.

The prince is correcting the memorial.

Cui Yijun walked in quietly and changed the tea again.

But the prince suddenly put down his pen and said, "I heard that the British Duke is sick?"

"Yes!" Cui Yijun smiled, "Song Han had an affair with the British Duke's concubine, and the British Duke drove Song Han out of the mansion. He opened a ancestral hall to question the crime. Who knew that Song Han was anxious and pinched the British Duke's neck..." He told the story.

"In other words, now that Song Han was left home, the British Duke is still unconscious?" the prince pondered.

"Yes!" Cui Yijun bent over slightly, looking more respectful than usual.

The prince pondered for a long time.

If it were usual, Cui Yijun would have asked, but since the prince began to independently correct memorials, he has never interrupted casually.

He stood there quietly, looking at the nose and the nose.

The prince suddenly said, "How did you investigate what I asked you to investigate last time?"

Cui Yijun thought for a while and said, "Are you talking about Lord Song and Lord Ji?"

The prince nodded and said, "Although the matter of the Liao King is not suitable for Xuan Zhang, it cannot be colder. Now the Jinyiwei has no commander of the capital. I wonder if I should let Song Yantang go, but he is indispensable to Jinwu Guard. But no one has ever served as the commander of the Jinyiwei and the commander of the Jinwu Guard, as well as Ma Youming from Shenji Camp. If it weren't for his fearless personal danger, it would be unknown who would have killed that day. Since Wang Xu, the commander of the Shenji Camp, was in good health and asked to retire, I wonder if Ma Youming was the commander of the Shenji Camp..."

In other words, the prince will reuse Song Mo.

But Song Mo and Ji Yong are incompatible!

Cui Yijun's heart was thrilled.

Does the prince have to play balance?

Choi Yijun's waist was even more bent.

He said respectfully: "Mr. Ji and Lord Song have a hatred for taking his wife!"

"Oh!" The prince suddenly felt energetic, his eyes shining brightly, and he said, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Cui Yijun said: "Although several families are hidden, the Dou Ji family are both famous families and have many relatives, especially Lord Ji. They have not gotten married yet. No matter who proposed marriage, they are all humiliated and have returned. Some things gradually cannot be hidden. It is said that Mrs. Dou and Lord Ji are childhood sweethearts. Lord Ji is determined to marry Mrs. Dou, and the Dou family is happy to see it. Who knew that Mrs. Dou travels to Kyoto, but the Ji family intends to marry Mrs. Dou. But the Ji family thought that as long as he greets Mrs. Dou, he just wants to say hello to Mrs. Dou. By chance, Lord Dou married Mrs. Dou to the Duke's Mansion of the United Kingdom..."

"There is such a thing?" The prince was cheerful and couldn't help laughing, "I heard that Ji Jianming and Mrs. Dou are cousins. Do the two families still have contacts?"

"There are contacts!" Cui Yijun smiled, "not only are contacts, but Mrs. Dou is very open-minded. When Mrs. Ji goes to the Song family to visit, Mrs. Dou will come forward to say hello in person!"

The prince nodded and turned around and told the princess as a joke.

The Crown Princess didn't expect that there was such justice. She said, "I think Mrs. Dou is not like an ordinary woman, and it's not that Lord Ji is looking down on anyone now."

The prince smiled and said, "Do we want to be a matchmaker with Ji Jianming?"

The Crown Princess smiled and said, "It depends on how your highness is going to use Lord Ji? If you just want to win over the Ji family and give him marriage, there is nothing more decent and honorable than this. If you want to use Lord Ji, I think it's better not to worry about this matter - he is so stubborn, probably not a person who can easily figure it out. If you give him a marriage rashly, it will only make him feel depressed."

The prince just said casually that the princess was very concerned about dealing with the relationship between relatives. Since she said it was inappropriate, he no longer insisted. Speaking of Song Mo and Ji Yong: "I want Song Mo to be the commander of the Jinyiwei, Ji Yong, a bachelor of the Zhanshi Mansion and a pedestrian, as the chief of the Si Zheng."

In this way, the different paths of literature and martial arts can be restrained by each other...

The Crown Princess smiled and said, "Did your highness think that Song Mo would also serve as the commander of the Shenji Camp?"

The prince was stunned and then stroking his hands: "This is really a good idea. Song Mo was appointed as the commander of the Shenji Camp and the Jinyiwei, Ma Youming was appointed as the commander of the Jinwu Guard, and Dong Qi was appointed as the commander of the Five Cities Military Command."

The relationship between Dong Qi and Song Mo was also very tense, and everyone in Jinwu Guard knew it.

The Crown Princess smiled slightly.

The prince asked about the queen's situation: "What's going on now?"

A few days ago, I heard that the queen was sick, but the prescriptions presented by the Imperial Hospital were all prescriptions for calming the mind, which made the prince suspicious.

The Crown Princess whispered in a low voice: "The Empress Dowager said that the Empress was sick by the King of Liao, so how could the imperial doctors dare to prescribe other prescriptions?"

The prince understood, changed the subject and said, "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. In addition to the usual Ice Medicine and other medicines, the Duke of England's mansion, it also gives some food and sweet dew, which also looks intimate."

The Crown Princess smiled and said "yes".

The next day, the prince called Song Mo to the West Nuan Pavilion and spoke: "How is the health of the Duke of the State now?"

Song Mo smiled bitterly and said, "People wake up, but they break their throats and can no longer speak. And they have high fever from time to time. The imperial doctor said that they should take at least two years of silence before their health gradually improves."

"Can't speak?" the prince frowned, "Can't you say a word?"

"I can only be like a ignorant child." Song Mo looked very distressed, "If we didn't use a pen, we didn't know what he was saying. As my father said, he became impatient. He didn't smash things and just turned over the kang table. The imperial doctor said that my father could not be excited. I had to arrange a follower who had served my father for many years before to serve him in person..."

"There is no other way." The prince comforted Song Mo, "Fortunately, there is a servant in the British Duke's Mansion. After a long time, the Duke's Mansion gradually got used to it."

"I think so too."

After the two talked about Song Yichun's illness for a long time, the prince served tea.

Song Mo was confused.

But when he saw Cui Yijun personally placing a curtain for him, he had a vague guess and whispered to Dou Zhao at night: "The emperor may let me take charge of the Jinyiwei."

Dou Zhao was shocked.

In his previous life, Song Mo took charge of the Jinyiwei.

"Your Highness reveals this to you?" she asked Song Mo.

"Your Highness asked about my father's condition." Song Mo smiled, "He must be afraid that I will be in charge of the rules--there is no commander of the Jinyiwei now, and the palace is like his eyes are blocked and his ears are blocked. I can't think of any reason for His Highness to call me into the palace."

"Can you not go to the Jinyiwei?" Dou Zhao hesitated. "The Jinyiwei's reputation is too bad."

"Does the reputation depend on your personal behavior?" Song Mo smiled disapprovingly, "There are good things to go to the Jinyiwei," he bit her ear and said, "At least you don't have to go to the palace to pay..." But his hands covered her breasts, which were a little plump because of pregnancy.

"What are you thinking?" Dou Zhao was angry and funny, knocking off his hand, "It's about your future!"

"No matter how unhelpful I can be a mediocre seal governor in the Five Army Governor's Office like my father," Song Mo simply hugged Dou Zhao in his arms. "No matter how capable I am, your highness will never hand over both the Jinwu Guard and the Jinyi Guard to me. I used to think about how to upset my uncle and find out why my father killed his mother. Now I have my wish, I just want to accompany you and the child well, just be a good husband and a good father. Let my children not be like I did when I was a child, and there is nothing to fight for in the outer things."

Song Mo has also lived a hard life over the years.

Since he wants, let him do it!

Dou Zhao touched Song Mo's face lovingly and said gently: "It's up to you. Just feel happy."

"What's the use of being happy?" Song Mo saw Dou Zhao taking care of him so much, and happily wanted to hug Dou Zhao on him, but when he reached over, he remembered that it was inconvenient for her now, so he kissed her hard on the face, "The important thing is that you are happy. Don't you like me to accompany you?"

The couple said love words in the middle of the night. The next day, they woke up and saw Gao Sheng sending Jiang Bosun to see Cheng Yi. They remembered that Jiang Bosun was about to get up and return to Haozhou tomorrow.

Song Mo said anxiously: "A Yan hasn't come to pay homage to his fifth uncle yet?"

Before, Jiang Bosun had all his injuries. Jiang Yan was pregnant. Jiang Bosun was afraid of scaring Jiang Yan, so he refused to let Song Mo tell Jiang Yan that he lived in Yizhitang. Now Jiang Bosun's injuries have healed and is about to leave Beijing and go to Liaodong. The relatives don't know when they will see each other again. How could Jiang Yan not come to pay a visit to Jiang Bosun?

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "Look at you, is Yuqiao Hutong far away from here?" He smiled again, "I have asked the woman to post to Chen Zanzhi long ago - Sister Yan is timid. Instead of telling her directly, it is better to pass it on by Chen Zanzhi!"

"What's the point of retelling!" Song Mo was unhappy, "My fifth uncle is her real uncle, and it will ruin her!"

Dou Zhao smiled but said nothing.

Song Mo sighed helplessly.

Dou Zhao thought to himself that life is not as good as ten, if this is the unsatisfactory in her life, then she will eat it as much as possible!

On the 29th day of the New Year this year, how are you preparing for New Year’s goods?
Chapter completed!