My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 85

4. Chen Zeming also learned that Xiao Jin wanted to personally fight the Huns, and was greatly surprised, so he played a role in the court meeting. He voluntarily led the troops out again, but this was not easy to say in front of everyone, so he could only ask Huang Mingde to pass on several excerpts in private.
　　Xiao Jin was moved in his heart, and suspicion was unavoidable. The two emotions were intertwined. He didn't know which one was correct, so he neither condemned nor got close to Chen Zeming's request, but just didn't respond.
　　He originally liked riding and shooting, and he had a kind of youthful longing and yearning for the heroic behavior of battle on the battlefield. And the teacher who taught him is a good general, who has experienced many battles, and this fact has made his expectations of himself a little higher. Now that he has the opportunity to show off his skills, Xiao Jin would never give up once he made up his mind to die.
　　What's more, in his heart, there is still a purpose that cannot be told.
　　He also hoped that he could do something to show Chen Zeming, let him see, he refused to accept that he was a king who was better than Xiao Ding.

　　On the other hand, Chen Zeming's body was deteriorating, and the headache finally swept through him in a swift manner after he lost his fighting spirit, and began to torture him day and night.
　　Xiao Jin cared about his feelings and sent the imperial physician to the mansion for diagnosis.
　　Xiao Jin even took this as an excuse to withdraw all his notes. In this case, if he insists on asking for his orders as handsome, it will only make people more suspicious of his original intentions, and Chen Zeming can only silence it.

　　After preparing for half a month, Xiao Jin promoted Xiao Panyun, the queen's father, to the position of commander in charge of the palace. Du Jintan was also appointed to temporarily serve as the prison of the country after his departure to handle the affairs of the state.
　　In the end, Park Han was appointed handsome, Jiang Zhongzhen was the pioneer, and the elite generals were selected in the black brigade, with most of the officials from North Korea and China, and led the army known as 500,000, the imposing conquest was started. way.
　　During the period, Chen Zeming had been training at home, and he hadn't heard anything outside the window. When he heard the exact news of the dispatch of troops, it was already time for the soldiers outside the city.
　　When he rushed to the tower, the army had already set off.
　　The flow of people snaked out like a big snake, walking farther and farther from the city to the sky. Its momentum was majestic and magnificent, with no source of sight, let alone where the emperor Luangjia was.
　　For many years, Chen Zeming hadn't been behind the team to watch the scene of the expedition, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
　　After a long while, he sighed sadly, almost inaudible.

　　Du Jintan soon sent someone to the mansion to ask Chen Zeming how he was dealing with Jinghua Palace.
　　Chen Zeming knew that he must pursue this matter a long time ago, so he prepared rhetoric for himself. Du Jintan didn't listen to him and only sent someone to euphemistically say that if it is not convenient for King Wei to do it, he will naturally do it for him.
　　When Chen Zeming listened, his eyes were just silent.
　　The little official waited for a long while, but he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss when he didn't see Wang Wei's answer.
　　Uncle Gu hurried forward and stuffed a coin of silver into his sleeve, and the two of them whispered.
　　If Chen Zeming did not see him, he would be stunned for a while, without mentioning the sending off, and went straight into the inner hall.

　　After Chen Zeming lost power, Duguhang was not as tight as before against Xiao Ding.
　　It can be seen that changes in the general environment have an impact on people's psychology.
　　Xiao Ding sometimes asked him a few questions. Du Guhang was not very willing to face him. He often spoke indifferently, but he was respectful in his behavior and deeds, and he often sent soldiers to inquire about what he needed.
　　Xiao Ding couldn't help thinking that this young man's mind was simpler than Chen Zeming's back then.
　　Or in fact, everyone has such years, but it is a pity that such kindness and simplicity can never be preserved for long.

　　That evening, Chen Zeming visited again, and Xiao Ding felt a little helpless looking at the dishes on the table that were completely unchanged compared to the last time.
　　At this moment is the time when the setting sun goes down and the soldiers in front of Jinghua Palace are on duty.
　　Xiao Ding walked to the window and looked at it. The palace door was not closed. From the half-covered door, several soldiers were chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner.
　　Looking back, seeing Chen Zeming raising the hip flask from the food box, Xiao Ding was startled, the expression on his face suddenly changed slightly, and he coughed in a low voice.
　　Chen Zeming raised his head and said, "Your Majesty is sick?"
　　Xiao Ding said, "After drinking last time, I had a cold, and I was always weak and weak."
　　Chen Zeming said, "...Call the emperor to see it."
　　Xiao Ding said casually, " It's not a very peculiar symptom..."
　　He silently stared at Chen Zeming's move of pouring wine into two wine glasses, squinting his eyes, until Chen Zeming offered the almost overflowing glass to him.
　　Xiao Ding looked straight at the gleam of the wine glass and did not reach out to take it.
　　Chen Zeming put the wine glass in front of him, seeming to notice his strangeness. But he didn't speak, just picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites.
　　Xiao Ding picked up the wine glass and looked at the pattern on the glass repeatedly. The wine flowed to his fingers, and he didn't care. Chen Zeming didn't look at him at all, and both of them suddenly seemed to forget what words were.
　　They remained silent until the noise of soldiers outside the window slowly died down.

　　With the sound of crows croaking overhead, the red light of the setting sun shot in from the window panes, caged on the table, and moved inch by inch. Dust dances in the beam of light, this is the only movement that breaks this weird silence.
　　The clouds on the horizon rolled, the sun fell little by little, and the room became darker and darker until the last sinking after the setting sun finally fell into the western mountains. The room also suddenly became dark. This darkness carries an invisible heaviness, which seems to be able to squeeze people into the mud.
　　They sat face to face, but they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.
　　I don't know how long it took, but when the fire flickered, someone lit a candle and lit the palace lantern.
　　It was Chen Zeming who took the fire.

　　He hung the lampshade over the candlelight again, and said in a low voice: "This wine and food are cold, so let's make people hot."
　　Xiao Ding said calmly, "Is it necessary for poisoned wine to be hot too?"
　　Chen Zeming was silent for a moment, "That's what I said."

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