The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 53 Yuanyou Emperor Zhao Xu

Zhao Xu!

The person standing in the room turned out to be the sixth son of Emperor Shenzong, the current Emperor Yuanyou, Zhao Xu.

Zhao Ti stared at the room with a deep gaze.

My sixth brother is actually here! What does he want to do? What is he doing?
The emperors of the Song Dynasty were not prohibited from leaving the palace. Taizu and Taizong were the most common ones. Zhenzong and Renzong often went to restaurants outside the palace to eat, and Renzong was a frequent visitor to Fanlou.

As for Emperor Yingzong, he was born outside the palace, and later entered and left the palace. He was fond of the people in the market and after he ascended the throne, he visited the people in disguise many times.

But the only one who was still outside in the middle of the night was probably Emperor Yuanyou.

Zhao Ti thought to himself that based on the current situation, the royal secret guards should be in the hands of the other party.

What the person who came in just now said must be that he was sent to the border on a mission in compliance with Zhao Xu's orders, but he only described the thrilling process without knowing why he went or what he was going to do.

At this time, those people had gone far away. Zhao Ti looked into the house motionlessly. The candlelight flickered gently, and the stars and the moon shone with it.

Zhao Xu slowly straightened up in the room, facing the door. He had a pair of ambitious eyes, a wise and compassionate expression, a temperament that seemed to keep people at a distance but also somewhat amiable, and a figure that seemed to be full of strength but desolate. Several completely different emotions and attitudes towards life were all embodied in one person.

It was very contradictory and puzzling. Zhao Ti pondered for a moment.

Since childhood, very few people knew what Zhao Xu was thinking or what he wanted to do. He was a man of deep thoughts and was not surprised by either praise or criticism.

At this time, Zhao Xu raised his head slightly in the room, as if looking up at the starry sky, then uttered a soft "huh", and then slowly turned around. The little boy came forward and slowly closed the door.

Zhao Ti remained motionless. He had not seen Zhao Xu for more than half a year. The last time he had seen him was at the grand court meeting in early spring. At this moment, his thoughts turned over and over again in his mind, and after a long time he finally retreated out of the mansion.

He left the mansion, the moonlight shone on the road, the dark clouds dissipated, and he walked back.

After arriving home, he practiced until dawn, then he let out a breath and began to rest.

Chen Pai got up and made arrangements. There were still two days until August 15th, and the palace would also celebrate the festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has always been taken seriously by the court and the people. Officials and wealthy families would even invite opera troupes to perform erotic dramas at home and set up banquets to celebrate family reunion.

Even if a small household did not have much surplus, they would still buy fruits and meat, some small mooncakes to set off the scenery, or even splurge on half a pot of new wine, and the whole family would sit together and have a great time.

As for those who are stranded in the world and those who are sad, they often find a secluded little restaurant, drink and sing quietly, recalling the endless sad past, the unforgettable childhood sweethearts, the green willows and red flowers, the old travels like a dream, and the time like a knife edge.

Even those who are homeless on the streets will find ways to get some food, lean against a tree or a wall, and look at the moon in the sky, hoping that this life is just a dream and they can start over again after waking up.

There are not many people in the palace, but the festival must be celebrated with great enthusiasm. Several cooks set about baking small moon cakes, and the eunuchs and maids also received a share of the allowance in advance.

Several leaders from Jinfengxiyu Tower came to report on the affairs of the building and the accounts of their own shops.

Zhao Ti took care of all these chores and then waited quietly for the arrival of the fifteenth.

Since Gao Taotao said that Zhongqiu asked him to come over, he would definitely talk about the Thirty-Three Postures of Taizu Changquan. As for the royal secret guards, he didn't want to ask. This matter was serious and involved power disputes, so he couldn't talk about it.

At this time, another question arose in his mind. His grandmother said that she was not sick, and he did not see any symptoms, but it seemed that her meridians were damaged. But how could an ordinary person's meridians be damaged so seriously?
Internal injuries to the meridians are mostly caused by practicing martial arts, while external injuries to the meridians are mostly caused by fighting. Such serious injuries are not something that ordinary people can encounter. Could it be that this grandmother also knows martial arts?

In a blink of an eye, it was the second day, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Early in the morning, everyone in the palace began to clean the palace, decorating the trees with red and green, picking flowers and placing them in vases, flushing the roads with clean water, slaughtering sheep and geese in the east kitchen, and then having breakfast.

At this time, most people eat two meals a day. Except for a few restaurants such as Fanlou, Panlou and Gaoyang, most of the regular restaurants outside close at noon and reopen in the late afternoon.

The officials and wealthy families had just started the practice of having three meals a day, but the Prince of Yan's Mansion did not have such a rule. Zhao Ti entered the palace in the afternoon, so this breakfast was very sumptuous.

After dinner, he asked the cook to bake a batch of fresh moon cakes and prepare some seasonal fruits. When the sun was about to set, he asked Zheng Fu to prepare the carriage, and then he went out of the main gate of the palace and headed straight for the imperial city.

After entering the Zuoye Gate and walking forward to the outside of the Cining Palace, Zheng Fu handed the fruit gift box in his hand to the eunuch on duty, and Zhao Ti stepped into the palace.

At this time, the female official came to greet him and saluted, saying, "Your Highness, Prince Yan, the Empress Dowager asks Prince Yan to wait in Yixin Hall, and sends a subordinate to lead the way."

Yixin Hall is a place inside Cining Hall. It is not open to guests normally. Even Zhao Ti has never been there over the years.

He nodded and followed the female official. After a while, they entered the Yixin Hall. The female official went out to report. The young eunuch put the gift on the desk. Zhao Ti looked around.

He saw that the hall was elegantly decorated, with the intention of quieting the mind and reflecting on oneself. There were calligraphy and paintings hanging on one wall. He walked over to look at them and couldn't help laughing. It was the Water Melody "When Will the Bright Moon Appear" by Su Da Huzi.

Gao Taotao admired the talents of the Su brothers and especially liked Su Shi's poems. This Water Melody was written by Su Shi in Mizhou during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the ninth year of Emperor Shenzong's Xining reign.

Now he is in Dingzhou Road in the north, serving as the pacification envoy of Dingzhou Road and concurrently in charge of military affairs of Dingzhou. Although Dingzhou Road is separated from Hebei West Road and is not very large, it is an important frontier place after all and has great power. He can also be called the prime minister of a place.

After waiting for a while, footsteps were heard outside the hall, and then the female official was seen supporting Gao Taotao in.

Zhao Ti hurried forward to help Gao Taotao when he saw this. He felt the coldness of Gao Taotao's sleeves and was surprised. After helping Gao Taotao sit down at the desk, he went to the desk and said politely, "Madam..."

Gao Taotao glanced at him and smiled a little: "My dear, today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Are you feeling bored in the palace?"

Zhao Ti said: "I should spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my grandmother as a sign of filial piety."

Gao Taotao nodded, then sent the female official out and looked at the box on the table: "You are thoughtful.

Zhao Ti looked at her face, which was still pale and blue, and said, "The eldest lady said a few days ago that she was not sick, but her complexion was not good. Just now, when my grandson supported her, she felt cold in the blood. Did she get hurt?"

Gao Taotao shook his head: "It's been a few years since I was injured, it's not a big deal now."

Zhao Ti frowned, "How can this be possible? If the Madam is injured by coldness, then my grandson has recently obtained a skill that is said to be extremely masculine and may be able to cure it."

"Oh?" Gao Taotao looked at him thoughtfully, "What kind of masculine skill is that? Tell me about it."

(End of this chapter)