The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Mud spots fell on the shoe surface, spreading out into circles of mottled stains.

After walking along the muddy road, they found a clean bluestone road to put the man down. Not only were his boots dirty, but even the hem of his crescent-colored brocade robe was covered with scattered spots of mud.

Ning Rongzhang didn't care. He took her hand, felt the warmth in her palm, and asked, "Are you cold?"

The bamboo forest in the mountains is tall, like a natural cover, blocking out all the sunlight, making it feel a little colder than outside.

"It's okay." The two of them went up hand in hand and saw a few scattered farms on the hillside. It was too far to go to the capital from the top of the mountain, and it was inconvenient to walk up and down the mountain on weekdays. Therefore, ordinary people built their courtyards at the foot of the mountain.

Ji Mengshu could not guess what the few scattered houses on the hillside might be except that they were the residences of the nobles from the capital.

It's nice to come here to escape the heat in summer.

The further up we went, the fewer people there were. Judging from the maple leaves on the ground, no one had been here for a long time.

When the two of them emerged from the house along the path, Asan and two of his trusted men were busy sweeping up the fallen maple leaves on the ground outside with brooms.

The red maple leaves were covered with dew, and a wet sweep would leave a puddle of water stains.

Qingzhu and Hongye were busy cleaning up the rooms inside, so they came here as soon as they were told to, without having the chance to inform them in advance.

The gate was open, and at a glance, it looked no different from an ordinary house, not as magnificent as the palace. Standing on the road, one could not see the end...

It's a good place to escape from the world.

They were busy inside and outside, raising a lot of dust. Ning Rongzhang almost instinctively pulled someone and said, "How about we go for a walk outside?"

Ah San just watched people come and go, and the broom in his hand dropped a thread without any feeling. Ah San looked down and found that the broom, which was originally tight, had already loosened in his hand.

One of his confidants came forward and said, "Sir, there are some rules for sweeping the floor. Just like these maple leaves wet by the rain, if you sweep them hard, they will only stick to them more. But if you sweep them at an angle, hey - just sweep them like this, and you see, won't they be scattered?"

Ah San sighed softly, "I am also a dignified admiral, a close confidant of the prince, and now I am assigned to sweep fallen leaves?"

The young monks in the temple are treated better than him.

The confidant seemed to understand Ah San's distress very well. He patted his shoulder and said, "I understand what you said, sir. But the prince is already very generous and merciful."

Asan changed his broom and started sweeping with great effort.

They walked up the path diagonally, passing by several houses with closed doors, and then walked down again, until the coldness of the mountains rose up from the ground and the bamboo forest all at once. Only then did the two of them go back together.

"Qingzhu has hired a cook who can cook from the foot of the mountain. I don't know how long she will stay here, so I'll pay her in advance."

The sun sets in the west, the sky is full of rosy clouds, and the maple leaves on the mountain are also very red.

"It won't hurt to stay a little longer." Ning Rongzhang thought that it would be best not to go back recently, so as to prevent those ministers who have nothing better to do from nagging in his ears again.

The farm was quiet and there were not many people around. Asan frowned tightly as he looked at the haystack in front of him which had been stacked neatly but was now scattered by a gust of wind. His face was tense as he tried to suppress his anger.

"My Lord...why don't you let me do it?"

Someone around him tried to take the broom from him, but Asan raised his hand and looked at the fallen leaves that were blowing around without knowing what was good for them, holding his breath. Having seen all kinds of storms following Ning Rongzhang, Asan finally realized what it meant to be helpless.

I have no place to use all my energy.

"Asan." Ning Rongzhang and the other man came over. If you look closely, you can see some tiny scratches of mud on his crescent-white brocade robe, which were all rubbed off on the narrow road. "You go back today and keep an eye on the movements in the palace. If there is anything, report it in time."

Ah San was about to nod when Ning Rongzhang said, "If the ministers in the palace still keep clamoring for the throne or the title of empress, then just keep the memorial to me and don't come to me for such matters."

"Yes."

After fighting with the dead leaves for an entire afternoon, Asan finally solemnly placed the broom in the hands of the person next to him.

Ah San moved quickly. After Ji Mengshu entered the courtyard, Ah San did not come over at dinner time.

Although the cook looked a bit old, her cooking skills were quite good. There was no game left in the mountains at this time of year. Only a few farmers living near the mountains still had game picked from the mountains in early spring.

Unlike the exquisite decorations in the capital, farmers have their own way of eating, and it is surprising when you first taste it.

A few side dishes were served, and one or two lamps were lit on the table. Fortunately, it was not too late outside. I didn't know if it was an illusion from time to time, but I always felt that the moon I saw in the mountains seemed more lonely and cold than the one in the capital.

At the time, the mountain became cooler. Ning Rongzhang stood up and closed the window, leaving only a gap about three fingers wide.

The night wind was not too cold.

In the capital city.

The study was completely bright. Wei Zheng sat inside, looking at the bright moonlight outside, then glanced at the memorial in front of him. His head hurt even more.

It just so happens that some ministers always like to pile up words that are gorgeous but not practical. Every time he has to find the key words in the corner of a pile of boastful or derogatory words.

First letter: Ascension to the throne.

Wei Zheng raised his hand and threw the memorial aside.

Second letter: After the seal.

Wei Zheng sneered, "To be crowned queen? Don't we have to wait for Zhang to come back?"

He raised his hand and threw it together with the memorial of his enthronement.

The third letter: War.

The body that was originally leaning crookedly on the chair suddenly sat up straight and took a look at the brief memorial. "The Rong tribe in the outer border of Linan is engaged in a small-scale battle with our dynasty. The enemy is provoking us. Please give us your instructions, Your Majesty."

Tucked inside the memorial was a piece of paper that looked like it had been hastily torn from another piece of paper, which listed the casualties on both sides in several small-scale battles.

Wei Zheng frowned as if he could pinch a fly to death. He took the thin memorial in his hand and weighed it, "Someone come here!"

The door of the house rang, and then someone came in quietly, "Sir..."

"Send this memorial to the regent, and make sure you deliver it to him personally, not to anyone else."

The man took the memorial and left.

After they left, Wei Zheng glanced at the memorials, which were full of boring things.