Seeing Song Tingjin's face full of tiredness, Zuo Qiutan pursed his lips, knowing that it was very wrong when he came, but he had to think about it for the sake of the people in the south.

He saluted Song Tingjin and told what happened tonight, "I will watch the sky tonight and find that there will be an earthquake in the south, so I would like to ask the emperor to send troops and horses to take preventive measures first to avoid the Great Rong Dynasty.

The losses were heavy.”

Hearing this, Song Tingjin's expression became more serious. He frowned and thought about this problem, "I know, I will definitely send someone to the south. Please rest assured, Master."

Zuo Qiutan nodded. Although Song Tingjin was usually fun-loving, he was still a little more serious about the affairs of the Great Rong Dynasty.

He is now worried that the team sent by Song Tingjin to the south will not be able to keep up with the speed of the earthquake. Maybe an earthquake will occur in the south before it has passed, and no preventive measures have been taken.

Perhaps as soon as we arrived in the southern zone and we were preparing to take preventive measures, the earthquake struck.

It is impossible for them to fight against natural phenomena, and they can only take protective measures to ensure the safety of their lives.

Then for a whole day, Zuoqiutan didn't see any action from Song Tingjin, which made him a little irritated. Late last night, he saw Song Tingjin looking much more serious, and thought he could send troops there overnight.

In the final analysis, I still had too high expectations for him.

He straightened his expression, thinking that Song Zhiyu was Ziweixing, so he should focus on Song Zhiyu. He thought that if Song Zhiyu became king, he would definitely manage the Great Rong Dynasty better than it does now.

It was rare that Song Tingjin was not having fun today. He stayed in the imperial study room, reviewing the excerpts, thinking about Song Zhiyu's actions during this period, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

He put down the brush in his hand, raised his eyes to look at the ink grinder beside him, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you think Song Zhiyu is gathering strength to do something?"

"I wonder what the emperor said?" Deshun slowed down his voice so that it didn't sound so sharp.

"I always feel that Song Zhiyu always wants to do something during this time," such as the princess mansion, etc. Anyway, most of the things Song Zhiyu wanted to do before were done in front of our eyes, which already made me suspicious, so no

What about the things that are being done under our noses?”

As soon as he said this, Deshun also felt that something was abnormal. He put his hand aside, put the ink block aside, and leaned down, "What does the emperor mean, Emperor Maode has her own power secretly?"

Song Tingjin did not respond, but he felt more and more that this was the case. I remember once, he wondered why Song Zhiyu had to go to Zuoqiutan, and even if he tried to dissuade her, it would be to no avail.

But when I thought about it more carefully today, I felt that Song Zhiyu wanted to use Zuo Qiutan's status as a shield.

Coincidentally, due to the earthquake in the south, he was delayed today due to a lot of responsibilities and had not yet announced the team sent to the earthquake in the south.

He thought about it, and for example, this time he added Zuo Qiutan and asked him to go to the south and keep an eye on the earthquake situation in the south at all times.

Holding the brush with his fingertips, flipping his wrist, he finished the imperial edict. Song Tingjin asked Deshun to be sent to the princess's residence as quickly as possible, and also asked Deshun to deliver an oral instruction, ordering Zuoqiu Altar not to pause for more than a moment, and go directly to the palace.

south.

The emperor's order was not to be resisted, so Zuo Qiutan went ahead obediently.

After Song Zhiyu learned about this matter, three days had passed

An hour had passed, and Zuoqiutan was already halfway to the south.

Although she was angry, she felt that Song Tingjin's actions must be aimed at her.

A majestic national advisor was actually sent to the south to keep an eye on the earthquake situation in the south. Which monarch would do such a thing? It was probably only Song Tingjin.

"Diji, everything is not going well!" Su Zhihan held up the hem of her skirt, crossed the threshold and walked in quickly. Probably due to being too surprised and over-exercising, there were two clusters of blush on her face.

Song Zhiyu raised her eyes and looked at Su Zhihan's appearance, and a bad feeling had already arisen in her heart.

She frowned, sat upright, turned around to face Su Zhihan, and asked patiently, "Take your time, just tell me, I'm not in a hurry."

For some reason, she always felt that it was a matter in the south, or even related to the safety of Zuoqiutan.

This made Song Zhiyu feel very unsure. From an angle that Su Zhihan couldn't see, Song Zhiyu clenched her fists quietly and dug her nails into her flesh, as if she didn't feel anything at all.

"The earthquake in the south was very serious. None of the people sent there survived!"

Song Zhiyu's body tilted and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Su Zhihan paid attention to Song Zhiyu's emotions and supported Song Zhiyu's body.

Now that the time has come, Song Zhiyu can't think too much and can only rush to the palace, go to the Jinluan Hall, and go to the morning court.

The news that there were no survivors in the team sent to the south had already spread among the crowd. Due to the close relationship between Song Zhiyu and Zuo Qiutan, they took a closer look at Song Zhiyu.
Chapter completed!