The cold wind rustled and the palace lanterns swayed.

It was just dark and the imperial city closed at the hour of Hai. It was around nine o'clock, and time was still sufficient.

Xu Buling entered the palace just to go through the motions and did not mean to have a long talk with the empress dowager. He came out after dinner, and maybe he could go to Xianzhaizhi to buy some rouge and water powder.

It’s not that Xu Bu Ling wanted to use it. This afternoon, he felt something was wrong with Mrs. Lu. With Mrs. Lu’s craftsmanship, it was impossible to make such an ugly robe for him to wear, and he took it out before he wanted to enter the palace to meet the empress dowager.

Although I don’t understand the reason, based on Xu Buling’s experience, Mrs. Lu must have been resentful for several days afterwards. It may be difficult to get out if she doesn’t prepare some fun.

While thinking about it, Xu Buling dismounted outside the imperial city. There were already palace maids waiting outside the imperial city, with a chariot next to them.

Xu Buling handed the horse to the palace gate guards, climbed up and carried it into the palace gate by the eunuch...

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The imperial city occupies one-fifth of Chang'an, with internal officials, palace maids, concubines, guards, etc., and probably nearly 10,000 people living there. Naturally, the empress dowager could not live in the harem of Song Ji. Changle Palace is located on the east side of the imperial city and is a separate palace group, also known as the Eastern Palace.

Changle Palace covers a large area, but because the empress dowager has no children, some people are depressed in winter.

Compared with the palace bridge like a female slum, two or three palace maids look very small, and from a distance, it looks like a small dot moving slowly on the White Stone Avenue.

The tallest building in the imperial city is the Taihua Golden Hall. On the eaves at the top of the Golden Hall, an old eunuch with a thin figure, his hands folded and his sleeves half-squinted, like a auspicious beast carved on the roof of the Golden Hall, without moving at all.

After watching Bu Yan enter Yongle Palace, the old eunuch in red robe disappeared silently at the top of the Golden Palace. With a few ups and downs, he came to the emperor's imperial study room, and bowed slightly to the side figure that looked out from the window:

"Sir, Prince Su went to Yongle Palace."

The light in the imperial study was relatively dim, and only a green lamp was lit in front of the imperial table, and three incense sticks were burning under the portrait of the woman on the wall.

Song Ji, dressed in regular clothes, sat in front of the imperial desk, looking at a poem in his hand, his eyes with a few tenderness, as if he was recalling the past again.

Hearing Eunuch Jia's voice, Song Ji came to his senses, put down the manuscript of the poem, and said calmly:

"Here I came. My mother has never been in charge of the Xiao family and doesn't know much about the government and current affairs. Maybe she has just been in the palace for a long time and wants to gossip about it..."

Eunuch Jia nodded slowly, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu have also been in the palace for a long time..."

This is also a kind reminder.

The queen died a few years ago, and Song Ji had not yet established a queen. Although there were two princes, the birth of the mother's mother was not very good and difficult to establish a queen. She was considered a concubine's son. Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu came from prominent families. After giving birth to children, they could be naturally appointed as the crown prince, giving court officials a reassurance so that all the civil and military officials would stare at each other and wonder who should assist in the future.

Unfortunately, Song Ji in the imperial study did not instruct Eunuch Jia to inform the two concubines who had been waiting for the bed. After a moment of silence, a soft whisper suddenly came from:

"Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it without thinking. There is no place to talk about the desolate grave for thousands of miles. Even if we meet, we don't know each other, our faces are covered with frost... I suddenly return home when I come to the night of a dream, and I am dressing up in the small window. I look at each other without saying a word, but tears are flowing thousands of times..."

Song Ji's voice was originally calm and heavy, but at this moment it was filled with a bit of tremolo. At the end of the recitation, I couldn't hear the sound clearly, and only a faint sigh was left.

Eunuch Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and was with the emperor for many years. He knew what Song Ji had remembered. He was silent for a moment and bowed and sighed:

"The Lord, this poem is unique to the world."

"yes……"

In the imperial study, Song Ji looked at the scroll on the wall calmly, tapped the table with his fingers, and was silent for a long time before continuing: "She used to like poetry, but it's a pity that my poetry is mediocre, and she often plays the piano with cows..."

Eunuch Jia shook his head: "The emperor is so fooled, and I have served the three kings one after another. Some things have become indifferent after a long time. Well... This poem is unique in the world, but there is a bit of sadness between the lines. It is a bit petty and not like a real man..."

This statement can be regarded as a persuasion to Song Ji not to fall into the pain of losing his wife. As an emperor, he is a lonely man, so how can he be nostalgic for love in the world?

But after a moment of silence in the study room, Song Ji's voice sounded again:

"When you are drunk, you look at the sword with a lamp, and dream of blowing the horns and camps. You are divided into 800 miles of troops, and you are rumbling outside the border. The autumn sounds of soldiers on the battlefield... The horse is made of a fast horse, and the bow is astonished as thunder and strings. It is a matter of the king and the world, winning the reputation of his life. Poor white happens!... Is this song still a petty family?"

Eunuch Jia was stunned and stood under the window and thought for a long time: "Lu should be the name of a horse. I have never heard of this good horse... Are these two poems written by one person?"

"In a manuscript of poetry, I'm afraid it's true, but no name is left... These two poems alone can afford the four words "talented". Could it be that under my rule, there are still people with "pearls covered in dust" in Chang'an City?"

After Song Ji ascended the throne, he attached great importance to poor families, otherwise he would not have allowed the great scholars to hold poetry meetings and appreciate poetry himself. It was difficult to make a name for himself in Chang'an City, but it was even more difficult to make a name for himself with real skills.

Eunuch Jia recalled: "There are hundreds of thousands of households in Chang'an in the Yangtze River, and countless people come to Beijing to seek fame. Since this person has handed in the manuscript of poetry, there is no news in the market. I think he is seeking fame and waiting for the emperor to open a golden mouth to find him... Most of the masters and hermits have this kind of air. If they come to the door, they feel that they have reduced their identities. People who are really capable must come to the door to invite them three or four times before they can get out of the mountain, otherwise how can they be called masters..."

Song Ji chuckled and said calmly: "How can I care about lowering my figure by being able to dominate my body? I am afraid that this person has only poetic talent but no practical knowledge, which will make me happy."

Eunuch Jia slowly shook his head: "The allusion of standing up as a trustworthy person, and a thousand golds to buy horse bones has long been revealed. The emperor sincerely invites people with real talents and knowledge, and there will be people with great ambitions to come."

Song Ji thought about it for a moment, and praised the proposal quite well, and said:

"But, after the morning meeting will be gone tomorrow, I will prepare a banquet for the ministers. I will say that I have a talented man and be very happy. If I have a breath of old man Qi, I will scold me for being distracted tomorrow. I should not have such a big fight for the three poems, and my reputation will be dispersed..."

Eunuch Jia bowed and bowed: "Promise!... are there three poems?"

"Withed vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, and thin horses in the ancient road. The sunset is setting, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

"Well... this person's poems show the fullness of "depressed and unsuccessful". If it was really written by one person, his talent should not be underestimated, but he may be a little older..."
Chapter completed!