Chapter 641 In the first year of Jiayou, there was chaos

When Fu Jiuqu returned to Tianshui Pavilion, he was already more exposed.

Xin Yi had not yet fallen asleep. Seeing that he was covered in the severe cold of winter snow and his hands were freezing, he quickly opened the curtain, called the girl to prepare water, and then put on his clothes and got up.

Fu Jiuqu stopped her and said, "The wind is cold at night, please go to sleep."

Xin Yi looked into his eyes, "Did something happen?"

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyelids, and a chill gradually appeared on his handsome face. Xin Yi stared at him suspiciously for a long time before he sat down by the bed and told the truth about the secret report.

Xin Yi was startled, which was like thunder from the sky.

Fu Jiuqu spoke in a low voice and explained the key points to her.

"There are extraordinary changes in the DPRK. I have to go back to Beijing."

Xin Yi took a deep breath.

Therefore, the edict was issued to the world, and the third year of Hehe was called the first year of Jiayou.

When the sky was bright, Xin Yi fell into a deep sleep.

There has never been any precedent for the two palaces to stay in the palace. After receiving the news, Shi Zhicong, the deputy governor of the palace, was very unhappy. However, he backed down under the pressure of the two palaces. At this point, the three prime ministers Wen Yanbo, Liu Hang, and Fu Bi moved into the Daqing Palace. Government, coordinating the overall situation. The auxiliary ministers go to the inner court once every five days to pay greetings and report on state affairs.

After hearing this, Fu Jiuqu sighed, but still couldn't let go, "It's good if it's true as you said. However, things are changing so fast. It's not what you saw at first. How can I dare to take risks?"

But there is one thing that the court officials know very well.

The two Si Tianguan went to the palace to ask the ministers of the two governments to let Empress Cao handle government affairs together on the grounds that "there was a disaster in heaven", but they were scolded by the two governments.

Hearing his deep and firm voice, Xin Yi looked away, nodded, and lay back on the bed, silent.

He pinched her palms tightly, feeling a tickling warmth.

After Zhao Zhen fell ill in the main hall, he believed that God was dissatisfied with him and punished him, so he changed his name to "Jiayou".

"Don't talk about this, we are husband and wife. We just want to move forward and retreat together. We have nothing to fear." Xin Yi stroked his back gently, noticing the man's strong mood swings, he was silent, and then added in a low voice.

"It can't be chaotic." Xin Yi calmly leaned on the bed and looked at him and said boldly: "By the time you return to Beijing, your uncle's illness will be cured."

Xin Yi hummed softly, "My son and I are waiting for you to come back in Yangzhou."

Fu Jiuqu saw the eagerness in her eyes and held her hand tightly.

"I'm sorry for you and Xianyu. But there is one thing I want you to remember: I'm going to Bianjing, if I don't come back..."

"I can't control that much..." Fu Jiuqu held her hands, his expression was cold and his voice was as cold as ice, "The situation in the capital is currently in chaos, Dali has important people, the courtiers are passing the buck, and the officials are unable to manage affairs. In the palace, everyone is in a state of chaos. Chaos in the Song Dynasty will lead to chaos..."

"Absolutely not." Xin Yi said seriously: "This is not a joke. Ninth Brother must take it seriously."

"If I say this, they will probably think that I have met a strange fairy and have been possessed by evil spirits. I am looking for someone to do the magic..."

"Shh! What are you talking about?" Xin Yi stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, with a very dissatisfied expression as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him, "Believe me, nothing big will happen in Beijing. You just need to be careful to sneak around and don't let anyone Just notice his whereabouts and arouse suspicion."

Jiayou means blessing, God bless you.

She bit her lower lip, suddenly couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and chased after him desperately. The wind and snow filled the dark sky, and the two men had disappeared into the snow.

Her eyes were sparkling, and her little face looked extremely cold.

"Eleven, are you angry with me?"

Fu Jiuqu sent his subordinates and talked secretly in the study for two hours. In the afternoon, he went to the Yamen to arrange government affairs. In the evening, Sun Huai had already packed his luggage for him. He was dressed for a trip, wearing fine clothes and trousers.

Dressed plainly, he walked in front of Xin Yi, full of guilt and tenderness.

"Say." Fu Jiuqu's voice was a bit probing.

"I have to go back to Beijing and leave tomorrow."

So, after several months of stalemate, Dali envoys took Gaoming Tower away from Bianjing.

Fu Jiuqu: "How did you know?"

Xin Yi only got up after he left. The child was lying on the small bed with dark eyes staring at him. He didn't cry even after being woken up by his father. Xin Yi felt like crying when he saw him dancing.

The world is amnesty and praying for the officials and their families.

At this time, Zhao Guan's family was no longer able to handle political affairs, and all major matters were decided through consultation between the two governments, which was called "implementation of imperial edicts."

"You have forgotten that officials who have issued an edict are not allowed to return to Beijing without an edict."

The plot is the plot, the truth is the truth. If anything happens to Zhao Zhen or Zhao Yuqing, Fu Jiuqu may blame himself for the rest of his life. As a son of a human being, with his mother still in Beijing, she can imagine how anxious Fu Jiuqu is at this time.

The only one who went to Beijing with him was Cheng Cang.

Xin Yi quickly deduced the plot in her mind, and her memory told her that the Zhao Guan family's illness would be cured in February. Afterwards, there was no lingering on the sick bed. It was more like a game in a whirlpool of power.

"Eumai is a prudent person, and would not pass on messages like that unless it was urgent. On November 1, there is a huge change in the palace."

"Now it seems that what happened in Bianjing is exactly the same as history. Nothing will happen to your uncle..."

"First, there will be floods in Beijing in May, so mother should make plans in advance."

"The second point should be especially remembered."

In later history, this paragraph only briefly mentioned what happened between Zhao Guan's family and Empress Cao, and what role Zhang Mao played in it. Everyone expressed their own opinions, but no one saw the truth, and it became an unsolved case in Song Dynasty history.

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Fu Jiuqu came back from washing, hugged her waist from behind, and kissed her gently behind her ear without saying a word.

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Because Xin Yi was too serious, so serious that he couldn't regard what she said as ordinary chatter.

"When you return to Beijing this time, I have two more things to tell you."

Fu Jiuqu wanted to say something, but he laughed before he could say anything.

"I understand, you are waiting for my good news in Yangzhou, and take care of yourself and Xianyu."

"Second, tell your adoptive father to move to higher ground in advance to avoid disasters. Even if your home is hit by a disaster, you cannot go to Daxiangguo Temple to avoid floods..."

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Fu Jiuqu left early in the morning.

Xin Yi frowned almost imperceptibly, glared at him, and said helplessly: "Since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you. But when you go to Bianjing, you must take care of yourself, don't show off, and go back early.

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However, at this time, Zhao Guanjia was unconscious and could not even speak.

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The first month of the third year of Zhihe is destined to be a turbulent month.

How could Fu Jiuqu not know that she was worried about him? In her smile, all his pretense of calmness disappeared. He ignored his subordinates and spread his arms to hug the little lady, lowering his head to smell her hair.

The delicate fragrance, a few pecks and kisses, the voice was hoarse and helpless.

We hug each other and sip, you look at me and I look at you, relatively speechless.

Xin Yi also laughed, "Then don't threaten them. Just say that you got advice from an expert. Then make up some stories to scare them into obedience."

Since the official fell ill and could not go to court, the civil and military ministers went to the inner east gate hall one by one to inquire about the official's condition and the affairs of the court. Zhao Zhen did not see anyone else, but sent Prime Minister Wen Yanbo to him to issue the pardon.

Fu Jiuqu is obviously not as optimistic as Xin Yi.

"I understand." Fu Jiuqu hugged her narrow waist tightly, clasping his knuckles tighter and tighter, unwilling to let go even an inch.

Officials sent abroad are not allowed to return to Beijing without an order. It is not appropriate for him to go back at this time. But Xinyi asked himself, if his relatives were in trouble, he probably wouldn't care so much...

"It's good to know."

Zhang Mao then committed suicide and failed to apologize. Empress Cao was so ashamed and angry that she never went to Funing Palace to avoid suspicion. Then she had the authority to know that Prince Suye of Kaifeng Palace knocked on the palace door and said that someone had reported that Du Yuhou wanted to rebel and wanted to arrest and interrogate him.

Xin Yi stretched out his hand and touched the snowflakes in the sky.

Xin Yi was deeply puzzled by this, but she did not diagnose it herself. She did not dare to draw random conclusions, let alone talk about the emperor in front of Fu Jiuqu. She only told him the part she knew in the form of "historical records".

As a result, chaos reigned in the DPRK.

Soon, Wen Yanbo issued an amnesty order.

But the history books cannot tell what the truth is, and the plot is even more vague and inconclusive, deliberately leading to speculation.

Xin Yi looked at his face and said, "Why don't you find out the truth first and then make a decision?"

The three prime ministers discussed privately, setting up a memorial ceremony for Zhao Guan's family in the Daqing Hall and burning incense all night long. At the same time, they set up curtains in the west veranda of the Daqing Hall for the two houses to rest.

Let's be careful first. Maybe there will be news from Beijing in two days. Has Zhao Zhen recovered from his illness?

“Have a safe journey.”

Fu Jiuqu sighed softly, the worry in his eyes faded slightly, and his eyebrows showed a bit of indifference, "There are no experts, I just tell them that this is what Eleven means, and they will understand."

"Eleven, I am ashamed of you..."

It was not yet dawn, the wind and snow were heavy, and Yangzhou City ushered in the extremely cold weather since the beginning of winter. Fu Jiuqu did not disturb Xin Yi, who was pretending to sleep, and went to kiss Xianyu, then led the horse out of the corner gate.

"Brother Ninth..."

After all, some people say that the Zhao family's disease is hereditary. Taizong's eldest son Zhao Yuanzuo and Zhenzong both had similar symptoms. As soon as they became ill, they became unconscious, either talking nonsense or having language difficulties. According to legend, on the day of Renzong's burial,

, Zhao Zongshi, who had just succeeded to the throne, suddenly fell ill and ran wildly in the hall like a madman...

Xin Yi sat on the bed, feeling a little cold.

Since the illness of the official family, the palace has been in turmoil. The official family and the saint are at odds, and the focus of the dispute is still on the "reservation position." A supreme dragon chair, and the struggle of various forces are the root of this great change.

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Xin Yi: This stubborn guy makes me so anxious that I really want to slap him.

Fu Jiuqu: Eleven understands me, that’s what the so-called confidante is...

Reader: She said she wanted to slap you!

Fu Jiuqu: I know her heart and she loves me very much.
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