A glance at the spring breeze

midnight.

The imperial study room was brightly lit.

Yin Jian was crouching in front of the desk and reviewing the papers with a ink pen.

Probably because of the two consecutive encounters with assassins within half a month, many night patrol guards have been strengthened in the palace, especially around the imperial study room, and soldiers are sent to guard it strictly.It is said that it is difficult for even a bird to fly in, and once found, they will be shot to prevent assassins from passing messages to each other in the palace, which is not good for the emperor and his concubines.

Yin Jian didn't close his eyes all day and night. Ever since he knew that Wei Wanpin had been killed, he began to critique the memorial in silence in the room. Except for going to court today, he never stepped out of the imperial study room. .In the past, not all the papers presented by the ministers required the emperor himself to read each one in detail, and some only needed to be redacted with a red pen.But now, all the memorials are arranged by Yin Jian alone.So now the people below are spreading rumors that His Majesty was so heartbroken because of the death of his beloved concubine Wan that it was hard to restrain his grief, so he forgot to sleep and eat in the imperial study, devoting himself to complicated political affairs, Trying to divert the grief and sorrow in my heart.

Even General Wei, whose daughter died just now, was still writing papers in the middle of the night, advising Yin Jian not to be too sad, otherwise the sorrow will be difficult to dispel, and he will be depressed in his heart, which will hurt the dragon's body after a long time. I won't be happy, and ask him to put the overall situation first.

At this time, Yin Jian finally finished reviewing the last memorial on the case.After putting the vermilion pen aside, he began to lean on the chair and close his eyes to meditate.

Manager Zhang, who was standing by the side, had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that Yin Xian had stopped his imperial brush, he asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to have supper?"

There are two circles of bluish-gray faintly under Yin Jian's eyes, and it looks like he has been overworked and hasn't slept for a long time.

He waved his hand and said, "No need."

Mr. Zhang said: "Then His Majesty is going to rest?"

Yin Jian nodded slowly: "I'm tired."

Director Zhang knew that His Majesty was feeling depressed this day, so he silently sighed in his heart: "Then today..."

Yin Jian said: "Let's just rest in the imperial study."

"Yes." Mr. Zhang said, "This servant is going to fetch water to wash and change His Majesty's clothes."

"Wait." Yin Jian suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head on the couch at a slight angle, looked at Manager Zhang with bloodshot eyes, and said word by word, "Is that matter settled?"

"done."

"There must be no mistake."

"With the slaves around, nothing will go wrong."

"Very well, let's go down."

Listening to Manager Zhang's footsteps walking away, Yin Jian suddenly remembered that he had ordered Manager Zhang the same way the day before yesterday afternoon, asking him to start arranging for Ruan Lan to enter the court.

However, it is no longer needed.

Such a major change happened in just two days, but Yin Jian had a hunch that all of these might be just a drop in the ocean.There will be even more unexpected things hiding behind all these appearances, waiting for him quietly.

Manager Zhang came back with a pot of hot water, and while changing Yin Jian's clothes, he reported: "Just now there is news that General Wei has started using all his connections to secretly hunt down Lord Ruan today, but he has not made a public announcement, probably because he is afraid that His Majesty will find out. obstruct it."

"En." Yin Jian still closed his eyes, and only responded softly, as if he had expected it.

"General Wei's secret order is...no need to capture him alive..."

The implication is that if anyone finds Ruan Lan, he can kill him on the spot without leaving any future troubles.

Yin Jian finally opened his eyes when he heard these words, but his eyes were still calm, hiding some incomprehensible expressions.

"..."

After a while of silence, he asked, "When will the Taishan ancestor worship start to fast?"

"Middle of this month."

"So... let's advance that matter..."

"Yes."