"In my humble opinion, we can delay the attack first. In compliance with Li Ruiyun's request, I will try our best to inform Prince Guangling and rescue the emperor from the tiger's den as soon as possible..." Zhao Yu repeatedly read Ling Yun's letter, feeling surprised and happy, and his heart was racing.
"Your Majesty..." Ding Jiying and Zheng Yifei looked at the Emperor eagerly, waiting for his statement on the fate of life and death.
The emperor pondered for a long time, then ordered Zheng Yifei to take the fire note, light the letter, and watch quietly as the luan note turned into ashes bit by bit.
Finally, he raised his head, looked at Ding Jiying intently, and said in a deep voice: "Jiying, I really can't believe that you are so loyal to me. With the help of loyal ministers like you, I am worried that I will not be able to recover Song Dynasty. Room?"
Ding Jiying bent over and knelt down, "With the emperor's golden words, I dare not fail to do my best!"
There was a burning sensation in the emperor's eyes, and he said in a thick voice: "In this situation, everyone else is following Li Ruiyun's trend, running to Li Ruiyun to flatter and flatter me, and they are afraid to avoid me; but I am the only one who is not afraid of you. You are so dangerous and loyal to me wholeheartedly, aren't you afraid of being discovered by your father or Li Ruiyun and being killed?"
Looking at the emperor's expression on the verge of tears, his eyes filled with unreserved trust and ardent hope, Ding Jiying felt a warm current welling up from the bottom of his heart, flowing all over his limbs and bones in an instant, and his voice also changed. I was trembling.
"My father is now bewitched by that guy Li Ruiyun and has gone crazy. He can't listen to anyone's advice at all. Wei Chen is helpless towards him. Wei Chen did this to help his father atone for some of his sins and also to save my life. My father and family are also trying to save myself!..."
Later, he burst into tears.
Zhao Yu's heart seemed to be wet at that moment, and he sighed: "It is a blessing for Ding Jinzhi to have such a son who understands justice and is both loyal and righteous!"
Listening to the emperor's praise, Ding Jiying's face could not help but heat up, and he lowered his head in a hurry. He didn't know how to express his excitement in words for a while. After a while, he said calmly: "The emperor said something serious. In fact, I just did my best." It’s just the duties that a minister should fulfill..."
The emperor sighed: "If everyone thought like you, our Song Dynasty court would not be reduced to what it is today..."
Ding Jiying had a lump in his throat and couldn't say anything for a moment.
The emperor pondered for a moment, then broke the silence, "There's just one thing I still can't figure out. How did you get in touch with Ling Yun?"
Ding Jiying said: "It's hard to put it into words. I should also thank my virtuous and intelligent wife for this."
"Your wife?" The emperor was confused for a moment and did not react.
Zheng Yifei reminded from the side: "Have you forgotten, Your Majesty? Mr. Ding's wife is Mr. Lu's beloved Miss Lu!"
Oh, yes, yes, after they reminded me, I once married Ding Jinzhi’s son Ding Jiying and Lu Wenzheng’s daughter Lu Qiuyue; although they experienced some ups and downs, these two golden boys were well matched. The beautiful girls are finally a perfect match, and the lovers are finally married.
Thinking of creating another golden match, the emperor was once proud of his wise decision!
Narrator: Your Majesty, you feel good about yourself. Did you know that your chaotic relationship at the beginning broke up a pair of lovers and even caused them to part ways?
Let’s stop talking and let’s get down to business. At this time, everyone gathered together to talk about old things again, and after thinking about it together, the emperor already understood the general outline of the matter.
Lu Qiuyue was the daughter of Lu Wenzheng, the Minister of Punishment, and she had a beautiful heart, which was regarded as a treasure by Lu Wenzheng; while Ling Yun was the commander of the guards of the Shangshu Palace of the Punishment Department, and Lu Wenzheng's most trusted right-hand man and confidant nephew.
The scandal between the two people was once widely circulated. Although Lao Yan is now separated and each has his own experience, there is no doubt that there was a close and even ambiguous relationship between them at the beginning.
So now, it is reasonable that Ling Yun and Lu Qiuyue still have some connections.
Thinking of the cloudy past and those beautiful and charming scenes, the emperor could no longer describe how he felt.
He felt a little melancholy, then raised his head and chuckled: "It seems that not only did Ding Jinzhi have a good son, Lu Wenzheng also raised a good daughter who is beautiful, intelligent, affectionate and righteous!"
Ding Jiying said with a stern expression: "The emperor has given you the reward. However, these recent things are all thanks to my virtuous and sensible wife! A few days ago, I told my wife about the emperor, and she sent a letter to me. Ling Yun, that’s why we have this letter from Ling Yun.”
The emperor's originally dull eyes reflected a burning look, "As long as I can restore the Song Dynasty in my lifetime, I will never forget you! Jiying, Miss Lu, Guard Zheng, Ling Yun... all of you are here Those who have helped me in times of crisis - I will definitely reward you heavily when the time comes!"
Ding Jiying smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want any reward, I just want the emperor to pardon my father's death penalty and allow my family to return to their hometown and spend the rest of their lives in peace. I would be very grateful."
The emperor stared at him with a keen eye, a smile hanging on his lips from beginning to end, "I will promise you this."
Ding Jiying said happily: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The emperor lowered his eyes, seeming hesitant; then he looked up at Ding Jiying and said solemnly: "By the way, Jiying, do you know where Ling Yun is now?"
"This... please forgive me for not knowing." Ding Jiying frowned, shook his head and said: "Ling Yun was forced to drink poisonous wine by Li Ruiyun. Later, although he was lucky enough to escape by chance, he was still surrounded by dangers and dangers. In order to avoid the pursuit of the owl, he has been hiding in Tibet and has no fixed place to live, so..."
"What Ai Qing said makes sense," the emperor nodded with deep approval; he paused slightly, a deep darkness revealed in his depressed eyes, "Although Ling Yun has no fixed address, Ai Qing also said just now, Through Miss Lu... Mrs. Ah Zun may be able to contact him; since the last time we parted in the palace, many changes have occurred, which can be described as earth-shaking, things have changed, and now that I have survived the disaster, I really want to see him, Let’s talk to him again!”
"What is wrong with this emperor? He actually wants Ling Yun to enter the palace in person to meet the saint, and to come here to see him. Isn't this a way to die?" Ding Jiying rolled his eyes almost invisible, and cursed, "Do you think Is this still the era when you were able to call upon the wind and rain and have all the ministers worship you?"
"But Your Majesty, this seems a bit difficult!..." Ding Jiying's face showed a look of embarrassment, "Now the palace is heavily guarded and surrounded by dangers. Wouldn't it be too dangerous for Ling Yun to come to this murderous palace alone? What if you accidentally bump into Li Ruiyun, the consequences will be disastrous!"
"Oh," the emperor seemed a little disappointed and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating tone, "Forget it then."
Zheng Yifei was observing the words and expressions at the side, then hesitantly spoke, "Jiying, otherwise, you can go back and discuss it with Madam again, try to contact Ling Yun, convey the Emperor's wishes to him, and say that the Emperor misses him very much. , and there are some very important things to discuss with him face to face to see if he can find a way to come to the palace?"
——What is this? Is this a mandatory order given in a deliberation tone? On the surface it says it’s up to you whether you come or not, but what it actually means is that you have to come!
Ding Jiying glanced at the monarch and his ministers in front of him with a look of disdain, and complained in his heart, "You two sing in harmony and cooperate very well, but you threw this hot potato to me..."
"Okay, let me give it a try." He nodded helplessly, with a smile that was uglier than crying.
At night, there were no stars or moon, and the sky was gloomy and oppressive, as if it was about to rain heavily. This is common weather in late spring and early summer.
When Ding Jiying and Lu Qiuyue discussed for a long time and finally had the courage to write down the letter asking Ling Yun to come to the palace to meet him, it was delivered to Ling Yun through flying pigeons. He and Lian Nanchun were at Zhaoyin Mountain Residence. Sitting and chatting in the courtyard.
It wasn't until he heard the clear and sweet chirping of white doves coming from afar that Ling Yun's originally wandering eyes found his precise position.
He stood up quickly, opened his arms, and firmly caught the beautiful and light little angel that he had been waiting for for a long time...
