Liang Qing's head and face were buried in his slightly shoulder hole.

Hot, wet.

He cried.

The slightly frozen body slowly regained its softness, raised its hand and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry, because I want to plan the situation, I've made you so late for so many years..."

Liang Qing didn't say anything, just shed tears silently, and raised her other arm, holding her tightly in her arms, as if holding the most important treasure in the world.

The two of them stopped talking, hugging each other quietly, standing in front of the wind, under the moon.

The lanterns under the corridor swayed gently.

The shadows of the two people also followed the light and darkness.

Cui Wei and others had already quietly retreated and didn't know where. The yard was quiet, and there were only two of them left.

It took a long time before Liang Qing let go of the microfish.

"This flower is not good." Wei Yang did not let go, but still pulled his arm on his shoulder, helped him turn back to the room, chatting as if nothing had happened.

"I have a pot of Epiphyllum in my house. They said that it will bloom for about one or two days. If you like to see it, come here."

The ephemerals will bloom in the middle of the night.

So this is after the evening of appointment, even if you come?

Liang Qing put his hand on the little lady's shoulder and gently held her thin arm: "Okay."

The two of them sat down in the hall, and did not mention the tears and embrace just now, and directly talked about the current situation.

"I heard that you asked someone to send all the maids and maids of King Jin to the imperial tomb? What are you thinking?"

Liang Qing, who has returned to peace, can always see details that have been ignored by others.

He squatted on the ground with a slight squat, carefully dragging his feet out of his shoes, and looked at Chunchen who quietly walked in to serve him, and ordered her: "Hot water, medicine powder, bandage."

Chunchen knew it and bowed out.

"Madam Fengchun was the one who left behind Concubine Yang back then. She looked old and confused, but she could live in that cannibalistic palace until now, and she was still scheming and cunning.

"I think that boy will avoid many detours in the future when I go to serve King Ping." Wei Yang carefully checked Liang Qing's feet and found that there was no big problem. He was relieved and sat down next to him.

He brought the hot water for a moment, rolled up his sleeves slightly, squatted down again, and wanted to clean the wounds on Liang Qing's feet with his own hands.

Liang Qing finally couldn't hide his palsy, and subconsciously soaked his feet in! The wound was stained with water, causing him to hiss and sucked in a cold air!

He glared at him, sat back slightly, and muttered: "Pretty."

Then he ordered Chunchen to make another basin of clean water, pick up Liang Qing's feet, wiped the foot cloth with a clean bag, put it on his knees, lowered his head, and blew the wound gently while cleaning it for him.

Liang Qing, whose face was flushed, had to try hard to focus on other things: "You fooled me again. That Madam Fengchun is an old man, but at this time, the most important thing around King Ping was to be thoughtful and meticulous. How could he use it?

"You are afraid that you have fallen in love with her once served Concubine Yang? This person can stay in the palace for so long, and King Jin was able to know the news about the palace again before. I guess this person is the key.

"You said you were sending her to serve King Ping, but in fact you were sent to Shi Pan Qianshan and the others, wanting them to take out some useful old things from this man's mouth, right?"

He glanced at him slightly: "You are smart!"

"Then do you think, which of the people in the imperial tomb can deal with this old lady with the mental means?" Liang Qing asked with a smile.

The water on his feet had dried up, and he was carefully sprinkling powder on his wound. He heard this and paused.

this……

"I returned to Prince Huan's Mansion today. I just received a message that someone had also come back. Moreover, I didn't go to Beijing and went directly to the imperial tomb." Liang Qing smiled, leaned over to the side of Wei Yang, and whispered in his ears.

He raised his eyebrows in his slightest: "He is back too?"

"I'm not worried about you. Your Highness Huan didn't stop him, but ran back thousands of miles away. He said he arrived at the second half of the night yesterday and slept until he was still awake in the afternoon." Liang Qing looked at her and suddenly felt a little snorted. He reached out and rubbed her hair hard: "Why are so many people so kind to you?"

A little wrinkled nose: "I am beautiful and kind-hearted, why can't so many people treat me well?"

After fiddling with Liang Qing's injured foot, he washed his hands repeatedly, and then he came back to sit down. The two of them sat opposite each other and ate noodles.

Clear soup and vegetable noodles.

The two of them didn't say much, lowered their heads and snored noodles.

He doesn't like her not a lady, she doesn't like him being unkind.

Incomparable harmony.

Cuiwei stretched out her head outside the door and looked at the two of them, stood back and didn't enter the house.

After the two of them finished their meal, Chunchen packed up the dishes and came out. Seeing her outside, he couldn't help but whisper: "Why don't sister go in?"

"There are many cats in the room now that I won't be embarrassed." Cuiwei smiled with her lips pursed, "It's finally easy for them to stop quarreling, let them talk."

Chunchen also smiled: "But it's rare that the princess is willing to talk to Mr. Liang well, so I went in and delivered a bowl of noodles and felt that I was extra."

Two maids outside the door were joking, while two men and women in the room were joking.

The pot of cereus on the shelves in the house was quietly blooming amidst the jokes.

No one noticed it.

The next morning court.

The new emperor sat on the imperial throne and rubbed his temples.

Yang Zun and Yang Menggong, the governor of Yangzhou, are requested to retire.

"Mr. Yang Menggong is now nearly eighty years old, and his wife is ill for half a year and has almost no physiology. It is also his duty to ask for retirement." Zuo Xiang was a little melancholy.

There were fewer and fewer people standing by the late emperor back then.

"In recent years, Yangzhou has the best tax in the world. Yang Menggong made a great contribution. It is only who will take over his business to make Yangzhou still stable. This can be considered by the Ministry of Personnel."

Tan Qian, based on his identity as the Ministry of Revenue, proposed the first condition for Yang Meng to elect a successor: he must make money, and the difference between him and Yang Meng Gong cannot be too big.

The left prime minister hesitated: "The one who is in charge of Jiangnan Road is Gao Gongdao of the Ministry of Justice back then. In recent years, Jiangnan has been peaceful and safe. The late emperor once said that Gao Gongdao is like a fish in water."

In other words, with Gao Gongdao in charge, the governor of Yangzhou may not necessarily be stronger than Yang Menggong.

King Qi, who was standing below, subconsciously shook his head: "When I talk about this, I remembered that once I heard the emperor's grandfather telling a joke with his aunt, saying that Gao Gongdao and Yang Menggong were fighting each other, and that neither of them was willing to give in, so Jiangnan was prosperous."

In other words, if someone is not as good as Yang Menggong, Gao Gongdao's spirit of gambling will be relaxed, he may not be sure what will happen.

"Forget it, I still have to ask for and say 3 times. I think about it, and you can think about it again, and see who is suitable." The new emperor waved his hand and left.

Everyone was stunned.
Chapter completed!