Lu Shu brewed a pot of tea. The weather was hot. This was the scented tea Chun Xiu specially prepared for them to clear away the heat.
??Autumn hunting is different from usual days. There are not many people with him, so he has to do many things by himself. After making the bed, Song Wan was so tired that he was sweating. As a result, he took a sip of the tea handed to him by Lu Shu to cool it down.
She looked at Song Qiuse and asked, "Are you tired? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Song Qiuse couldn't even accept Bai He. She had to face so many people from the palace and officialdom when she came here. Song Wan was actually a little worried that she would do something extreme. If Song Qiuse hadn't been named by the imperial edict to accompany him, Song Wan wouldn't have wanted her to come. .
Qing'e had already made the bed for Song Qiuse. She was sitting on the bedside, holding a new storybook and reading. After hearing this, she looked at Song Wan and asked, "Am I feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Song Wan asked Qing E to guard outside, then sat beside Song Qiuse's bed and asked in a low voice: "There were many people from the palace along the way just now. Are you unhappy to see them?"
Song Wan had discussed this issue with Song Qiuse before. Song Qiuse promised that she would exercise restraint, but a promise was a guarantee, and it was another matter when she actually faced it.
Song Wan's expression was quite solemn, as if Song Qiuse said that she was unhappy, and she would immediately find a way to take her out of here.
Song Qiuse tilted her head and smiled, and said, "Don't worry, sister, I'm not unhappy, and I won't act impulsively."
Song Qiuse bent her eyes, smiled brightly, and her body was less gloomy than before.
Song Wan felt relieved and said, "That's good. Don't be afraid. No matter what happens in the future, my sister will be by your side."
"good."
Song Qiuse responded, not like Song Wan was comforting her, but more like she was trying to make Song Wan happy.
She followed Sasu and killed so many people, how could she still feel such fear?
The two rested in the tent for a while, and soon someone from the palace came to summon them to have dinner together in the main tent.
They had nothing to deal with, so they simply tidied up their appearance and followed the palace people to the main tent.
The Queen Mother died of illness and the Empress was seriously ill. Zhao Qing did not bring his concubine with him during the autumn hunt this time, and the main camp tent was only larger than other tents.
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was due to the influence of the spiritual dream or because he was too tired to depose the prince. Zhao Qing looked much more haggard, and the white hair on his temples was much more visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Ying has not yet been officially deposed. He is still sitting at the head of the four princes in apricot-yellow prince robes, but his expression is also very depressed. He is now under strict supervision, but he is just a person with the title of prince. Being a prisoner is really ridiculous.
Zhao Yi is the complete opposite of Zhao Ying. He is wearing a silver suit embroidered with two dragons playing with pearls and holding a crystal clear jade fan in his hand. He is very high-spirited and eye-catching.
In addition to Zhao Qing and the four princes, all the important ministers and their families were present at the banquet. Song Wan glanced quickly and saw He Nanzhou, Wei Heng and the two young masters from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Naturally, one cannot look at such an occasion casually. Song Wan calmly withdrew his gaze, led Song Qiuse forward and knelt down, and said loudly: "Folk girl Song Wan, together with her sister Song Qiuse, pay homage to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
Song Wan and Song Qiuse both wore sky-blue dresses today. They didn¡¯t wear any makeup, and they didn¡¯t have any fancy accessories on their heads or bodies. They looked like hibiscus in clear water when they knelt there, which was refreshing.
Zhao Qing said in a deep voice: "No need to be polite, just get up and talk."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The two stood up. Zhao Qing looked at Song Wan and then at Song Qiuse, and asked: "Song Aiqing's injustice has been made public, but people cannot be resurrected after death, so this can't make up for anything. I plan to have someone build a world-awakening temple to honor Song Aiqing." How about building a golden body and receiving the incense and incense offered by thousands of people? It also serves as a warning to future generations not to believe in treacherous and sycophantic people and wrongfully harm the honest and good." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com