Back in the palace, it was already time to light the lanterns, and Zhao Hong went directly back to the imperial study.
"Your Majesty, you have been out for a day and you must have not eaten anything. We have prepared some, you can eat some."
Cuizhu and Zhou Xiuniang came in, bringing the prince Zhao Quan with them, each carrying food boxes. Things were put out, and there were several large plates full of them, including mutton buns and a bowl of hot noodles in chicken soup.
Mutton buns are Zhou Xiuniang's signature creation, chicken noodle soup is Cuizhu's patent, and Jia Sijin likes to make clothes and shoes for him.
Li Weiming, including Yang Yi, seemed to have never cooked a meal, sewed a piece of clothing, or made a pair of shoes for him.
He doesn't care about what to cook, what nonsense clothes and shoes, but what he cares about is his heart.
"Just let the people from Shangshan Bureau do such small things. There is no need to go to such trouble."
Zhao Hong touched his son's head, picked up a bun and ate it.
Unknowingly, his son was already nine years old.
"No outsiders, please sit down and eat together."
"We have all eaten. Your Majesty, please use it."
"Sister Jia was originally going to come, but she was heavy, so we didn't let her come."
Zhou Xiuniang and Cuizhu said one after another.
"Xiu Niang, Cuizhu, we are busy with national affairs and are often away from home. Sometimes we cannot come back for several months. Are you happy staying in the palace?"
Zhao Hong swallowed a mouthful of noodles and felt something in his heart.
"Happy! Your Majesty is here for the Song Dynasty, we all know it. Your Majesty treats us well, and we are very happy to have children with us in the palace!"
Cuizhu said it stupidly.
Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile. Doesn't this make oneself dispensable?
"Your Majesty, why do you say these things? Are you too tired? You have to take care of yourself!"
Zhou Xiuniang looked at Zhao Hong and asked worriedly.
The two of them had been together for a long time, and had been together for a long time. Zhou Xiuniang could still feel Zhao Hong's good or bad mood.
"It's nothing, maybe I haven't slept well in the past few days."
Zhao Hong shook his head and comforted the women.
"As long as you are happy. I will go to Jinling to preside over the Northern Expedition in a few days. I will have so many things going on at that time that I may not be able to take care of you. If you want to visit Jinling, you can go there at any time. If you want to take a steamboat ride on the sea, Let’s have some fun and let Zhou Ping arrange it.”
"Then thank you Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"
Zhou Xiuniang and Cuizhu persuaded Zhao Hong, and Zhou Xiuniang followed:
"Your Majesty, my eldest brother came here just now. He reported that Shi Songzhi committed suicide in the Dali Temple prison. Before his death, Shi Songzhi left a suicide note, saying that he was sorry for Your Majesty's kindness and was too embarrassed to see Your Majesty again."
Zhao Hong couldn't help but be stunned and had mixed feelings.
Shi Huiyu begged for mercy. He was still worried about whether to open up to Shi Songzhi, but he didn't expect Shi Songzhi to end it on his own.
"Shi Songzhi, a talented person. What a pity!"
Zhao Hong's mood couldn't help but become depressed, and he couldn't eat anymore.
He finally doesn’t have to be embarrassed! But how can he face his female disciple?
"Dad, you worked so hard for the Song Dynasty. Are you happy?"
The eldest son, Zhao Quan, suddenly asked.
Zhao Hong was stunned and speechless for a moment.
"Quan'er, don't bother daddy."
Zhou Xiuniang quickly stopped her son from continuing to speak.
"Children's words are unbridled, and Quan'er is right. My heart is in my hometown, and some things should end."
Zhao Hong was touched and spoke quietly.
As the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and as a complete human being, some things that are dragging on should be put to an end, so as to make myself feel at ease.
"Your Majesty, Quan'er is just talking nonsense, you must not think nonsense!"
Cuizhu's heart immediately tightened when she saw Zhao Hong's expression was not kind.
"Quan'er's heart is pure, and what he said comes from the heart. I want to thank him."
Zhao Hong laughed and patted his son's young shoulder.
"Quan'er, you are the eldest brother. You must take good care of your younger brothers and sisters. Especially Xinxin, dad is entrusted to you."
"Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of my brothers and sisters!"
Zhao Quan's face turned red, he raised his head and chest and said.
"Your Majesty, take a rest early. Don't be too tired."
Zhou Xiuniang took her son, persuaded Zhao Hong, and left one after another with Cuizhu. Zhao Hong thought for a moment and left the imperial study.
The Forbidden Palace was silent and dark, with stars in the sky and a deep night sky. Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel refreshed and sober.
The night is sultry, I don’t know which bastard coined this term.
The horse was free from rein, and passed Ciyuan Hall unknowingly, and met Li Weiming who was coming towards him. Li Weiming's face was indifferent, he bowed to Zhao Hong, and then left.
"Princess, stop for a moment, I have a few words to say."
Zhao Hong looked at Li Weiming's back, frowned slightly, and said softly.
After all, they haven't spoken or chatted for a long time.
Li Weiming stopped, Dong Songchen waved his hand, and all the palace and guards retreated far away.
"Princess, we are busy with state affairs and you don't have many opportunities to talk to me. I'm going to Aurous Hill in a few days. Do you want to go with me?"
Zhao Hong took a few steps closer, with a calm expression and a soft voice.
If he didn't walk over, Li Weiming wouldn't come over either.
"Your Majesty, I will not interfere with your great cause of the Northern Expedition."
Li Weiming's voice was soft and his face was equally calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
"Princess, do you really want this?"
Zhao Hong looked calm and continued to ask.
How long have they been together since? A year, a year and a half, two years, or even longer?
"Your Majesty, I don't understand what you are talking about. I am very tired. Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"
Li Weiming's expression remained the same, and there seemed to be no change.
"Princess, is there really no room for redemption between you and me?"
Li Weiming's indifference slowly hardened Zhao Hong's heart.
The place of peace of mind is my hometown. He no longer wants to pretend to be deceitful and cold-blooded.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to be secretive about this. Your Majesty, can you allow me to restore Daxia to my country?"
Li Weiming smiled coldly and finally spoke his mind.
The deep love for the motherland cannot allow Xixia to be restored. They, the remnants of the Xia Kingdom, are not like lonely ghosts and have no value in survival.
"Princess, the restoration of Daxia is no longer possible. I don't want to talk about it, and it doesn't make any sense. To be honest, life is short, I am tired, and I don't want to go on like this anymore."
There was unspeakable bitterness and loss hidden in Zhao Hong's voice.
A country within a country, are you kidding me?
He and Li Weiming were finished.
"Your Majesty, I'm tired too. What do you want?"
Li Weiming raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in his eyes.
"Princess, Lin'an Palace is a cage, and you are not comfortable in it. From tomorrow on, the world is big, you can go wherever you want, and you can take your children with you if you want. I will not stop you, and I will even provide you with the money. .”
Li Weiming's reaction fell into his eyes, and Zhao Hong's heart became completely cold.
"Your Majesty, are you going to divorce me?"
Finally, Li Weiming was a little surprised, and there seemed to be some emotion in his words.
"Princess, it's not that I want to divorce you, but that I want to divorce you. I want to separate peacefully. We can dissolve the engagement between you and me peacefully without disturbing each other. The sea and sky are vast outside, and you can be free and live a good life."
Since we are now strangers, why not make way and let everyone go their own way.
"Your Majesty, I have no objection."
Li Weiming quickly regained his composure.
"Princess, I don't have any objections. Life is short, just follow your heart. I'm busy with everything, so I won't see you off. We will never see you again for the rest of my life. That's it."
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he turned around and left, never looking back.
Different road non-phase plan. He and Li Weiming were not from the same place. They were parallel lines and could not intersect in any case.
We will meet again indefinitely, and we will not see each other for the rest of our lives.
Li Weiming was stunned for a moment, and then left with deep thoughts.
After leaving Ciyuan Hall, Zhao Hong felt a sense of relief, a sense of relief that he had never felt before.
It's time to let go! It's time to end this heavy thing.
"Dong Songchen, how long has it been since Yang Guiyi came back?"
Zhao Hong looked at the deep night and whispered.
"Your Majesty, Yang Guiyi has not returned to the palace since last autumn. This spring, Yang Guiyi was seen boating in the West Lake, but she has not returned to the palace."
Dong Songchen's words made Zhao Hong nodded slightly.
"It's time to end, it's time for everything to end."
"His Majesty……"
Dong Songchen couldn't help but choked up.
The mighty Emperor of the Song Dynasty also had so much helplessness and sadness.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to divorce the two concubines? Will the courtiers agree to this?"
Dong Songchen was shocked by Zhao Hong's helplessness and determination, and wanted to persuade him.
The emperor divorced his concubine, and she was a second-class virtuous concubine. This was a major event that shocked the world.
"I am the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. Do I need the consent of his courtiers to dissolve the engagement?"
Zhao Hong smiled coldly and said:
"Go there in person and ask people from Zongzheng Temple to come right away. Also call Shang Youting and Sheng Wenshao. I don't want to delay it. I'm too tired. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to follow my heart. Yang Yi and Li Wei Name, let them follow their hearts."
Cutting the knot with a quick knife, procrastinating like this, making things uncomfortable, depressing, and depressing, is not good for anyone.
"Your Majesty, what about the prince and princess?"
The emperor was so fierce that Dong Songchen's heart beat faster unconsciously.
He called Zongzheng Temple, and also called the living minister and living room master. The emperor was about to divorce the two concubines Li Weiming and Yang Yi. This is shocking and unexpected.
"Let them let them. If they want to take them away, don't stop them by force. Just follow the children's choice."
I have had good food and clothing since I was a child, and I will have no worries about food and clothing in the future. Compared with the children of ordinary people, many of them went to places such as the South and Indian Oceans, and their lives were happy enough.
Li Weiming didn't know that Yang Yi probably wouldn't care about his daughter. She didn't see her daughter for such a long time, and she didn't take her daughter away when she came back.
It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. So be it.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late now, do you want to wait until tomorrow? I will go early tomorrow morning, so there will be no delay."
Dong Songchen looked at the night with a smile on his face.
The emperor may be acting on impulse, and after tonight, he will change his mind tomorrow.
"Bold! Why don't you go quickly? Do you want me to invite them in person?"
Zhao Hong's face turned serious and he shouted angrily.
As the emperor of the Song Dynasty, he just divorced peacefully and separated, so why should he ask everyone and act based on their faces?
"Yes, yes! I will go immediately!"
Dong Songchen was so frightened that he no longer dared to say anything and left quickly.
Today's Emperor of the Song Dynasty is becoming more and more ruthless and his authority is increasingly unpredictable.
Zhao Hong raised his head and cast his gaze into the deep night sky. There was a star that was extremely bright, towering above all the stars.
That brightest star, is that you? Is it the future national destiny of the Song Dynasty?
In his tenth year after entering the Song Dynasty, everything should end and everything should start again.
Life is short, is it so difficult to follow your heart?
