"Hey, look at what you said, Uncle Ma Guo is really good at joking." Shen Qingzhi said a quick word, and then said to the emperor sitting on the seat:

"Your Majesty, the list of the late Emperor's burial objects needs your careful consideration. After all... we foreign ministers don't know exactly what His Majesty's favorite things are."

"Oh yes...then this matter cannot be taken carelessly...then what should we do now?" The little emperor looked at Xie Yuan, and then turned his questioning eyes to Ma Guogong.

"What should I do? Your Majesty, if you have any difficulty in making a decision, please ask the veteran. Your Majesty asked the veteran to make the national pillar in order to share your worries and solve your problems." Shen Qingzhi asked very straightforwardly.

If someone else had said this, they might have been suspected of trying to sway the emperor. But when it was said in Shen Qingzhi's mouth, it felt normal, even refreshing and friendly, and not offensive at all.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the little emperor honestly explained to Shen Qingzhi:

"Uncle Ma Guo said that it would be difficult to convince the public to ban Xie Yuan as a hussar general. After a period of time, after Jie Yuan has made achievements, it would not be too late to ban him again. I think it makes sense, what does Shen Guozhu think? ?”

Shen Qingzhi glanced at Ma Guojiu and said in surprise:

"I think Uncle Ma Guo is wrong. At that time, the late Emperor issued an edict before his death. Many ministers were present and heard it with their own ears. Now that the late Emperor's coffin has not left the palace, Your Majesty will openly disobey the late Emperor's order... ...This matter is much more serious than whether the appointment of General Jie can serve the masses."

Shen Qingzhi bowed deeply to the emperor sitting on the seat and said: "We Han people attach great importance to filial piety. Anyone who does this will be scolded by the neighbors. Your Majesty is the master of a country and the people. To set an example, if you do something like this...then..."

Shen Qing didn't say anything else, but stretched out his arms and pointed outside the gate in confusion. The words behind him were self-explanatory... "You will be reviled by everyone in the world."

The little emperor suddenly realized something and said to Uncle Ma Guo again: "Uncle, what Shen Guozhu said makes sense. I was just thinking about your reasoning and almost forgot about this important matter. I cannot lift the title of general." Change it."

When Uncle Ma Guo heard this, his eyes widened, and his dark and shiny skin turned red with anger. He looked at Xie Yuan as if he was unwilling to do so. He seemed to be struggling again, and the sleeves of his broad official uniform moved.

Then he finally made up his mind, took a step forward, turned around, bowed to the little emperor, compromised, and said:

"Previously, I was only thinking about your majesty's future, but I didn't think carefully. Please punish me."

The little emperor didn't take it seriously and said: "Hey, Uncle Ma Guo is serious. What are you talking about? I know your good intentions. In this case, Jieyuan will accept the order..."

The little emperor said, raising his sleeves to Xie Yuan in a cool manner.

Xie Yuan had been watching their argument coldly. She was disappointed with the new emperor and worried about the future fate of the Song Dynasty. She did not think about whether her position would be promoted at all. Instead, she fell into a state of despair. In the silent silence, he didn't even bother to move his expression or thoughts.

Later, she heard her master Shen Qingzhi confirm the little emperor's idea in a few words. A glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart. Immediately, a firm look in her eyes flashed past, and she lifted her front skirt and knelt down. He came down and said respectfully:

"I thank Yuan for listening to the decree."

"Confess Xie Yuan as General of the Hussars, open the gates of his palace, and grant him thousands of acres of fertile land." the little emperor finished.

Xie Yuan kowtowed and said sincerely: "I thank you Yuan, and thank you Lord for your kindness."

"Get up." After the little emperor finished speaking, he walked down from the seat, walked to Shen Qingzhi's side, and said:

"Shen Guozhu, do you have a detailed list of the funerary objects for my reference?"

Shen Qingzhi originally looked at Xie Yuan's figure and sighed with half relief and half sadness. When he saw the emperor coming to his side, he quickly said:

"Yes, yes, it is in the hands of the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Will the veteran go get it now?"

"No need, I'll go by myself." After the little emperor finished speaking, he walked out of the main hall.

Shen Qingzhi had no choice but to follow him, but before going, he walked quickly to Xie Yuan and said calmly:

"Yuan'er... we haven't seen each other for a long time, master and disciple. Remember to go to the mansion to see me."

After that, he waved to Uncle Ma Guo, who was standing not far away, and said, "Uncle Ma Guo, I'm going first."

After saying that, without waiting for Uncle Ma Guo's response, he hurried out of the palace gate to chase the little emperor.

The main hall, which had been a tense place just now, with many maids and guards, suddenly became empty due to the departure of the little emperor, with only Xie Yuan and Ma Guogong left.

Xie Yuan turned around and looked at Ma Guogong, who also looked at her. The dark and thin man had majestic cold and fierce eyes, like an old wolf who had been thirsty for blood and did not hide his cruelty.

Xie Yuan looked at him without fear, and Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ma Guogong clasped his hands in front of him and walked out of the palace step by step and rhythmically. The lower body of a martial artist is very stable. Every time he touches the ground, it is as stable as if he is rooted to the ground.

When he passed by Xie Yuan, he stopped and looked at Xie Yuan sideways from the corner of his eyes, as if he was ready to say something.

But in the end, he just sneered, said nothing, threw off his sleeves and quickly left the hall.

Xie Yuan turned around, habitually clasping his hands behind his back, standing as tall as a pine tree, and looked at Uncle Ma Guo's leaving figure.

He lowered his eyes and saw his own sword abandoned on the ground.

She looked outside the door and saw that the guards responsible for guarding and protecting the emperor had left. She bent down to pick up her sword.

But just as she was about to touch it, she took her hand back and stood up straight again, looking at the sword.

She went into battle to kill enemies. Swords were consumables and she had to use a few curled blades. The sword she used at home had been changing its length as she grew taller.

Therefore, the sword on the ground is new and she cherishes it, but it is not irreplaceable.

Xie Yuan looked at the long palace passage outside the main hall, glanced at the sword with reluctance, and then quickly raised his eyes and stopped looking. He looked ahead and left with his head held high and his chest high.

Only the sword was left, lying quietly in the hall.

…

Xie Yuan had nowhere to go after leaving the palace, but in order not to offend Princess Huaizhen, he directly found an inn in the capital and stayed.

In the evening, when Shen Qingzhi, the master who touched her, was about to go home from the palace, she went to Shen's Mansion.

It's still the same house, but the plaque used to say Shen's Mansion, but now it's changed to Dingguozhu Mansion.

Xie Yuan looked at the huge plaque and got off his horse. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the door opened from the inside.
Chapter completed!