Chapter 1087 Liu Yue Extra: Spices
Hei Muzi stumbled to his room next door, came back and approached Liuyue with his sleeves covered, lifted it up mysteriously, and handed Liuyue a corner of the inconspicuous incense.
Liuyue looked at the thing in Hei Muzi's hand with disgust, "You know I never use incense, why do you give me this?"
Hei Muzi's eyes were a little dazed, and he held the incense in front of Liuyue's eyes like a treasure, "Hey, I won't give this baby to anyone easily! I can take him if I have it!"
From time to time, the girls' smiles and the sound of the piano can be heard on the boat. The water waves are also filled with twilight, gently swaying the large and small boats on the river.
Liuyue saw that Heimuzi's head was also swaying with the waves, and quickly held his head and asked seriously, "Can this little thing really make me accept him?"
Heimuzi also nodded solemnly in affirmation, and before falling asleep, he heard Liuyue say solemnly, "If you accept him, he will know that my foster father has not tarnished his reputation by me."
The sky is getting dark, and the singing and dancing of Liuye River are getting more and more noisy day after day.
There was a calm and elegant atmosphere in the huge palace.
The emperor works diligently, the prince works hard, and the father and son have a long talk in the imperial study room again tonight. Seeing this posture, people in each palace gave up their thoughts early and behaved themselves in a circle.
Song Ruiyang hurried back to the Ministry of Industry before going to the Yamen, changed his clothes, and checked the progress of today's matters related to the Ministry of Industry. With the knowledge in his mind, he prepared his car and drove back to the palace.
They talked about domestic affairs and foreign affairs, people's livelihood and military affairs all night, but the emperor did not mention the construction of canals and canal gangs, nor did he ask about the progress of the assassin's capture last night.
Song Ruiyang spent most of the time concentrating on dealing with it seriously. Fortunately, he had been diligent in official duties and could tell a few things about the things the emperor mentioned even if he was not directly involved.
Night gradually penetrated into every inch of space, and the serving eunuch had already picked out the wicks several times. The emperor raised his eyes and saw that the lights were brightly lit everywhere, and he finally ended today's questioning.
Coming out of the Imperial Study Room, Song Ruiyang walked toward the East Palace with dignity. Until he was far away from the emperor's sight, he quietly exhaled and relaxed his straight back slightly.
Song Ruiyang was followed closely along the path, which made Song Ruiyang laugh. "Why are you following so closely? Are you good at kung fu or do you have an iron head and an iron arm?"
Xiaoluzi ignored Song Ruiyang's ridicule and confessed sternly, "Young man has nothing, but at least he can be a meat pad to protect His Highness."
Song Ruiyang originally planned to tease him, but unexpectedly, something like this happened suddenly. He was so sincerely warmed by it that he didn't know what to say.
After hesitating in his heart for a long time, he finally expressed his thoughts. The assassin was almost captured yesterday, and he would definitely not be in danger again today. He told Xiao Luzi to just relax.
No matter how Xiaoluzi was willing to listen, if he wasn't afraid that he would stick to Song Ruiyang if he overstepped his bounds, Song Ruiyang had no choice but to let him go, and couldn't bear to touch him.
When the group returned to the East Palace, someone had already searched and checked to make sure everything was safe, and then they helped Song Ruiyang wash up and rest.
Song Ruiyang stood at the window in his middle coat and stared at the spot where Liu Yue jumped on the wall last night. He was stunned for a while, and then returned to the bed and lay down with a lonely expression.
No one, whether it was the guards or the palace staff, expected that an extra piece of material was buried in the incense burner. The usual benzoin was mixed with that continuous wisp of odorless gas, and it was attacking the person on the bed bit by bit.
Late at night.