Enter the Room

Yuan Yunzhong sighed softly.

Song Jiyun can always grasp the key points.

He had never thought that he could hide Song Jiyun's knowledge.

"I don't know who instigated those refugees to beat the imperial officials to death." He whispered, "With the emperor's temperament, he will definitely not let these refugees go."

He looked at Song Jiyun: "Many of these refugees have never even eaten salt. What do they know about civil uprisings? They are just being used by others and driven by others."

Song Jiyun agreed.

"But if there hadn't been the disagreement between Prince Ning and I," he lowered his eyelids, and his distinct eyelashes formed a crescent-shaped shadow in the eye socket, "how could they be used by others? Driven by others?"

"I," he paused, "I would like to recommend myself to deal with the refugees outside the city."

Song Jiyun thought to himself that he could go if he wanted to.

But before the words were spoken, she reacted immediately.

This was not the era she lived in. All kinds of public relations tactics were used frequently. Negotiations failed and she was besieged. It was just a matter of flying a helicopter.

If fifty thousand refugees rioted and were besieged, there would be no chance of survival.

She couldn't help but tightly grabbed the corner of Yuan Yunzhong's clothes: "No, can you not move. Let's think of other ways."

Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes showed fear for the first time.

Yuan Yunzhong suddenly smiled and held him in his arms.

"Yunduo, thank you!" His soft voice whispered in her ear, "I don't know why, but I always have a vague feeling that you are particularly stubborn in pursuing fair treatment and equal relationships. This is especially true for the servants around you. Others may be doing it to make them loyal, but you are not, you are just used to treating people like this."

He kissed the top of her head: "You know what? When I had the idea of ​​leaving the city to deal with the refugees, the first thing I worried about was not whether I could come back? Will I get hurt? But what would your attitude be like?"

Song Jiyun came back to his senses, thinking about his words, and vaguely understood what he meant.

"You are afraid that you will support me to go. That will make me feel that in your heart, maybe like others, I, as a court official, have the duty to save the people from fire and water. What's more, this matter has something to do with me." He said, "I'm afraid you'll stop me. I'll be soft-hearted, afraid of danger, and afraid that I won't be able to protect you in the future."

Song Jiyun's eyes were filled with tears when he heard this: "I want to be selfish about you."

"I know, I know." Yuan Yunzhong hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his heart, he murmured, "I promise you, in an emergency, I will protect you first Can you do it yourself?”

If he was really such a person, he would not want to mediate this civil uprising.

Song Jiyun closed his eyes, nestled against his chest, and remained silent for a long time.

"Can we convince the Emperor first?" She spoke again, her voice a little hoarse. "As long as the Emperor agrees to open the door and catch those who fanned the flames of Prince Ning, can most of the refugees be resettled according to law?"

"Well!" Yuan Yunzhong said, "I'm afraid everyone thinks that in troubled times, heavy codes are used, and they would rather kill the wrong person than let them go."

"Then you go and ask the Emperor first." Song Jiyun insisted, "Let's see what the Emperor says."

In this world, if there is no support from the emperor and the situation collapses, it is impossible for Yuan Yunzhong to escape unscathed.

Moreover, it was necessary to ensure that when Yuan Yunzhong was dealing with the refugees, there would always be someone in the court supporting him, otherwise the emperor would suddenly change his mind and Yuan Yunzhong would be in a very dangerous situation.

She gradually calmed down.

Since the refugee issue is a knot in Yuan Yunzhong's mind, even if she can stop him, he will not be at peace for the rest of his life.

For some people, one of their pursuits in life is to have a clear conscience.

Since she decided to be with Yuan Yunzhong, she should respect his decision.

Song Jiyun slowly let go of him and said, "Let me make it clear to you first. If you are no longer here, I will definitely remarry."

Yuan Yunzhong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and rubbed her hair vigorously in a good mood.

She glared at him, snatched back her black hair, and said seriously: "I'm not kidding you."

"I know." He looked at her with tender eyes, "I will not let you down. I still want to grow old with you!"

Song Jiyun only felt sad.

She said: "Then take me to Mr. Jinghu's place!"

Yuan Yunzhong was stunned.

Song Jiyun squinted at him: "Don't you still have to rush to see the emperor? You must rush in first to make peace with the outside world. Send me to Xijiang Mixiang, so you can hurry into the palace."

"Okay!" Yuan Yunzhong smiled, his eyes as bright as stars, shining brightly.

Song Jiyun secretly shook his head helplessly and let him accompany him into the carriage.

When the car was driving out of the alley, she found that all the people coming and going in and out of their house were official officials.

Yuan Yunzhong took her hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, Wang Hua will handle these matters."

*

Pocket Hutong is in the east of the city, and Xijiangmi Lane is in the south. The carriage passed through half of the city and walked for more than an hour before stopping in front of an inconspicuous Ruyimen courtyard.

Manager Shao may have received the letter in advance and was waiting at the door with a few servant girls. When he saw their carriage, he immediately came forward to greet them. After saluting Yuan Yunzhong and Song Jiuyun, he said with a smile: "The old man was very happy to hear that Miss Song has come. He has been waiting in the house for a long time."

Yuan Yunzhong laughed when he heard this.

His smile was very bright, the kind that showed joy from the bottom of his heart, completely different from his usual restrained smile. Not only that, his voice was rising: "Really? Did the old man have breakfast? What did you eat? Who accompanied you? Was it in the study or the hall?"

He was still afraid that Song Jiyun wouldn't understand, so he explained to her: "My grandfather didn't like to go out very much after his sixtieth birthday. He didn't get up until the beginning of the day every day. He only ate two meals a day."

Song Jiuyun looked at the sky, it must have just passed.

"As usual, the old man woke up with a bowl of white porridge, a hard-boiled egg, a plate of Chinese cabbage, a plate of pickled cucumbers, and a plate of braised fish fillets." Manager Shao led them while replying to Yuan Yunzhong's words. After entering the door, "Because Miss Song is here, I didn't let Mr. Huang and the others accompany me. I'm waiting for you in the flower hall!"

Yuan Yunzhong smiled at Song Jiyun and said: "Mr. Huang, also known as Yunfeng, was a member of the orthodox government in the 14th year. He was a former staff member of my grandfather. After my grandfather became an official, he had no intention of pursuing an official career, so he became a guest at his house. He usually accompanied his grandfather. Talking, writing, socializing with old friends. People are very kind."

Song Jiyun smiled and nodded, but he was thinking about Yuan Yun's words.

He asked Mr. Jinghu whether he was in the academy or in the living room. Treating guests in the study has a sense of intimacy. Treating guests in the living room is a sign of respect. Mr. Jinghu clearly knew that she was coming, and it was her first time, but he met her in a place like the Flower Hall, which he usually used to hang out. What did it mean?

She glanced at Yuan Yunzhong, who was full of joy, and raised her eyebrows secretly.

Sisters, let’s just make do with it and correct the typos later.