Hua Ju returned to Yang Jian's command barracks. The old thief was warming himself by the fire and drinking tea, very leisurely.

"Wenshan, you're back, sit down and warm yourself by the fire." Yang Jian asked with a smile when he saw Hua Ju coming in.

Hua Ju walked over and moved a chair to sit next to Yang Jian. He stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and said, "It's really too cold today."

Yang Jian said: "What I'm saying is, if it snows, it snows. It's so cold that I don't even want to go out."

Then he shouted outside: "Here comes someone."

A guard of Yang Jian came in from outside and asked, "What are your orders, Grand Master?"

Yang Jian said: "Go and make a cup of hot tea for Deputy Commander Hua."

"yes."

The guard turned around and was about to go out when two people came in, a sergeant and a chamberlain beside Huizong.

"The Holy Spirit has spoken, and Hua Ju will listen to it," the chamberlain said as soon as he came in.

Hua Ju and Yang Jian quickly stood up and bowed to listen.

You need to kneel down to receive a formal imperial edict, but you don't need to kneel down to receive a general oral edict, you just need to bend down and listen.

"Xuan, Hua Ju will enter the palace immediately."

"I obey your instructions."

Hua Ju looked at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian said: "I should be asking about what happened last night. Just tell the truth. It doesn't matter."

Hua Ju nodded, followed the waiter outside and got on the carriage.

When Hua Ju saw that he and the chamberlain were the only two people in the car, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, father-in-law, in this cold weather."

The chamberlain was young, only about twenty-three or four years old. He smiled and said, "You have to come to deliver the message for the saint, no matter how cold it is."

"You haven't asked me your father-in-law's name yet?"

The chamberlain laughed and said, "Why do we slaves have special names? Our family name was Huang before we entered the palace."

"It turns out to be Eunuch Huang." Hua Ju said with cupped hands.

"You're welcome, sir." Eunuch Huang returned the courtesy.

Then Hua Ju took out a ten-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and said, "The weather is too cold. Eunuch Huang will buy a cup of hot wine to warm himself up."

Eunuch Huang looked at Yin Zi with his eyes shining brightly.

His position in the palace was not high, his moonlight was far less than that of Wu Chenghai, and he only had one tael of silver per month. The officials did not look down on him, and he was not given any good gifts, so he was very poor.

"Sir, how can this be so embarrassing-" Eunuch Huang pretended to be reserved.

Hua Ju pressed the silver into his hand and said, "Hey, although my father-in-law is delivering the edict for the emperor, he is related to me after all. Even if this money is just a small thing from me, my father-in-law will be looking down on me if he doesn't accept it."

"Since the Lord said so, our family will accept it shamelessly."

Eunuch Huang took the silver and put it in his sleeve.

Hua Ju smiled and said: "As the saying goes, once you are born, twice you become familiar. From now on, we are friends. If my father-in-law needs my help in any future, just let me know."

Eunuch Huang quickly raised his hands and said, "Then let's thank you first."

Hua Ju laughed twice and lowered his voice and said: "Eunuch, whether the emperor was calm or angry when he summoned me to the palace, please tell me in advance so that I can be prepared."

"He is not angry, and his demeanor is quite peaceful."

Hua Ju nodded and asked: "In addition to the emperor himself, who else is with him?"

Eunuch Huang said: "When I came out, His Royal Highness Prince Jia was the only one there, and now I don't know."

Hua Ju pondered for a moment, took out another ten taels of silver from his sleeve and put it in Eunuch Huang's hand. He said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Eunuch. If you have any trouble with Your Majesty in the future, please let me know. I'll see you later."

Repay my father-in-law."

Eunuch Huang held the silver in his hands and said with a smile on his face: "It's easy to say, easy to say. Since you think so highly of our family, we will definitely not let you forget it."

"Then I will rely on my father-in-law from now on."

"Hahaha--"

The two looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

When they arrived at the entrance of the palace, the two got out of the carriage. The coachman drove the carriage away. Eunuch Huang led Hua Ju into the palace and to the entrance of the imperial study room. He shouted softly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Hua is here."

"Let him come in." Huizong's voice came from inside

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came.

Eunuch Huang looked at Hua Ju and gave him a look. Hua Ju nodded, then opened the door and walked in.

There were only three people in the imperial study room.

Huizong was standing in front of the dragon calligraphy table with a brush in hand and painting, Zhao Kai was standing on the left side of the calligraphy table, and Wu Chenghai was standing on the right side of the calligraphy table.

"I see your majesty Hua Ju." Hua Ju walked to the desk and bowed and shouted.

"No need." Huizong said lightly without looking at him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Then Hua Ju saluted Zhao Kai who was standing next to the desk and said, "Meet His Highness King Jia."

"That's all."

Zhao Kai's tone was a little cold, and there was no such sincerity as he had when we parted last night that he wanted to have a deeper relationship with him again.

Hua Ju knew that it must have been something Cai You and Li Bangyan said in front of Zhao Kai after he left last night that made Zhao Kai so indifferent to him.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Seeing that Huizong was concentrating on painting, Hua Ju did not disturb him and stood quietly in front of the desk waiting.

After about ten minutes, Huizong stopped writing and asked: "How is it? How do you like this painting of the widow?"

Zhao Kai said: "Okay, this painting of Emperor Father is lifelike and full of aura. It can be called a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Wu Chenghai also followed suit and said flatteringly: "Yes, especially the bird in this painting, it seems as if it has come alive. It is really wonderful."

Weizong smiled, looked at Hua Ju and said, "Hua Qing, how about you come and take a look at the painting of the widow?"

Hua Ju took two steps forward and looked carefully.

This is a painting of flowers and birds. In the painting, there are two warblers perched on a tree branch. Peonies are in full bloom under the tree, and there is a bee perched on it.

The whole painting is very well conceived, the painting skills are superb, and the color combination is also very good, especially the pair of orioles painted vividly, as if they are about to fly away.

To be honest, although Huizong was not good at handling government affairs, he was indeed very talented in calligraphy and painting. This painting of flowers and birds is enough to become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Hua Ju nodded and said: "Yes, it is full of vitality and lifelike. Your Majesty's paintings are the best in the world."

"How does it compare with Qing's paintings?" Huizong asked.

Hua Ju smiled calmly and said: "How can my two ghostly drawings compare with your majesty? They are naturally ten thousand times better than your majesty."

Although he knew that Hua Ju was flattering himself with his words, Huizong was still very happy to hear it.

Zhao Kai looked at Huaju and said: "Father, last night Wenshan wrote a poem that will be handed down in my house last night. You haven't mentioned the words on this painting yet. Why don't you ask him to write a poem for you as well?"

"

Huizong smiled and said: "Okay, Hua Qing will help you to write a poem for this painting."

Hua Ju didn't expect that Zhao Kai would actually put forward this suggestion. Not to mention that he really didn't have any suitable poems to mention, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare to mention them.

You must know that this is the emperor's painting. If the poem mentioned is too eye-catching, it will overshadow the painting and will make the emperor unhappy. If the poem mentioned is not worthy of the painting, destroying the painting will be a capital crime. If the poem mentioned is just right with the painting, it will be a capital crime.

If the painting is consistent, it means being on par with the emperor, which is also a crime of beheading.

Since he knew this was a trap, how could Hua Ju agree to it?

Bowing and giving a slight salute, Hua Ju said: "Your Majesty's paintings are unparalleled in the world, so how can my poems be worthy of His Majesty's paintings? His Highness King Jia's poetry is unparalleled and his talent is extraordinary. Moreover, His Majesty King Jia and His Majesty are father and son, and the father paints."

, Ziti’s poems are unprecedented and will surely become eternal classics and stories passed down from generation to generation.”

"Hua Qing's proposal is exactly what I want."

When Huizong heard this, he became more energetic and said to Zhao Kai: "Kaier, please write a poem for your father."

Zhao Kai originally wanted to trick Hua Ju, but he didn't expect that Hua Ju not only solved the problem easily, but also trapped him in turn.

"Father, how can my son's poems be worthy of my father's words? It's up to the father himself to propose it."

Zhao Kai is currently competing with Zhao Huan for the crown prince. If he can win, there is no problem in mentioning a few capitals. But if he can't win, mentioning poems to him may become an excuse for Zhao Huan to deal with him in the future.

Therefore, he did not dare to lift it up.

"Hey, Kai'er's literary talent is well known to his father, and he is not inferior to his father, so you can

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Don't refuse anymore, come on."

Huizong thrust the pen directly into Zhao Kai's hand.
To be continued...