Surrounded by strong ministers

After that, Ren Buhui seemed to realize something, and finally stopped pretending to be dead in court.As soon as he became active, Xiao Zong felt that the Daming Palace was filled with joy of meeting each other every day when he came to court.

Today is the first day of the lunar new year, ten days before King Qin enters the capital, Xiao Zong decided it was time to bring this matter up to the courtiers.As soon as he announced it in the hall, everyone was shocked.

All the officials were shocked, and the king of Qin came as soon as he said.Han Su and Ren Buhui were astonished by the shock of the crowd, Ren Buhui said in his heart, Tuoba Feng came to see Jinshang, not to destroy the capital, so there is no need to panic like this?

Wen Ting rushed out of the train in the astonishment of everyone, and said angrily: "King Qin's entry to the capital must have been announced long ago, why did the emperor keep it secret until now? For such an important matter, the emperor should have immediately summoned his ministers to discuss it and come up with a perfect plan! The king of Qin will arrive in a few days, and everything is waiting to be discussed, so there will be chaos!" He asked repeatedly, aggressively.

Part of his anger was shocked by the news that King Qin had entered the capital, and the other part was because Xiao Zong dared to hide something from him.

Wen Ting took a breath, puzzled, and was about to reprimand him a few more words, but Ren Buhui was annoyed to see his arrogance, so he stepped out of the train and cut him off: "King Qin is His Majesty's The courtier, the courtiers face the king's etiquette, the prime minister sees things as complicated. Besides, whether there is chaos or not, it is all up to me." Pause, as if talking to himself, "It's not good to mess up."

Wen Ting was an official in three dynasties, and was a prime minister in two dynasties. There are many civil and military disciples, and he always responds to everyone. Except for Han Su who called him for a while before, he said so far that no one dares to sing. The emperor is still afraid of him. Today, a Qingshui yamen The waiter actually provoked in public!With a sneer, he reprimanded: "Huangkou kid, what do you know!"

Ren Buhui immediately responded calmly: "Compared to the prime minister, the lower official is indeed a child. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers." He quickly glanced up.

Xiao Zong received that glance, felt the faint smile in his eyes, and couldn't help but rub his forehead.He didn't quite understand why the minister of the Ministry of Rites, who used to be unable to say a few words in the past, suddenly became so fond of stepping on people's tails, and he never got tired of stepping on them, and today he finally stepped on the prime minister's head.

Wen Ting was ridiculed by Ren Buhui, but he really didn't shout anymore, his face was sombre that he couldn't see how angry he was.After a long while, he sneered and said, "It's your turn to intervene when you talk to the emperor." He glanced gloomyly at the hairless boy who didn't know how to be tall and thick.

Han Su and Xiao Zong in the seat frowned, Xiao Zong continued Wen Ting's words: "Ren does not regret it, do you know your mistake? The prime minister is the elder of the three dynasties, the head of the three lords, how can you offend me in the hall?" I think you committed the first crime, this time you will be punished lightly, and you will be fined for half a year, I hope you will take it as a warning." Turning around, he said to Wen Ting, "Is the prime minister not really angry? They say that the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, so just Don’t get to know the younger generation.”

Wen Ting raised his eyebrows, but didn't make a sound.

Xiao Zong smiled, "Is Prime Minister Wen blaming me for what happened to the King of Qin? Actually, I didn't take this matter to heart. He came whenever he wanted. Am I still afraid that he will eat me?" His eyes lighted Glancing slightly, he continued, "Last time, because of his congratulatory gift, you and my monarch and ministers were upset. I didn't mention him this time because I didn't want the prime minister to be upset by it."

Wen Ting had heard enough soft words, and then said "dare not", glanced at Ren Buhui, who was lowering his eyes, smiled disdainfully, and walked back to the train.

The servant announced loudly that the court was over, and all the officials sent Xiao Zong respectfully, and they filed out of the hall.

Ren Buhui stood in the hall, standing upright, looking at the empty dragon seat above the imperial steps for a long time, without any emotion on his calm face.

"No regrets, let's go." Han Su called him.

He still stood upright, staring at the throne with a look of awe in his eyes, "I've never been so unhappy as today." He said every word in a low and gentle voice.

Han Su wanted Young Master Ren to be very serious about his anger this time.

The Ren family was considered a famous family in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Their ancestors followed the Emperor Taizu to found the country, and they were named marquises and nobles. There were many famous officials and generals.Later, although the situation was not as good as before after several ups and downs, it was finally able to survive the storm and stand firm.Ren Buhui was born in such an ancient wealthy family, so he has an arrogance in his bones, unrestrained and uninhibited, and kicks him twice if he wants to see something unpleasant.

He didn't expect that this time he lightly kicked him twice, he would ask the emperor to give up his dignity to help him deal with the aftermath.

In the past, I never really paid attention to anything, but today, seeing the emperor smiling and bowing his head to the powerful officials because of him, he suddenly became angry.It felt like someone suddenly hit the back of the head with a stick, and at the same time was scratched hard on the apex of the heart.He didn't want to delve into why this feeling came from.

Seeing the emperor's warmth in Chaoyang Palace that day, from then on, Xiao Zong was no longer the unbearable emperor in his eyes.

Xiao Zong went down to court, and went to the imperial study to review the papers as usual.He flipped through several copies of the memorial on the imperial case, closed it and put it aside without mentioning the pen.

The letters submitted by the ministers must go through the hands of the prime minister, except that the princes and vassals directly submit them to the emperor, and Prime Minister Wen will give instructions on the memorials that want to express their opinions.

Xiao Zong flipped through a few copies, stood up with his hands behind his back, and said to the servant: "One share."

The few people who waited on them stepped forward, bowed their heads and skillfully picked out the stamped ones from the case book, and put them aside.After Xiao Zong drank a few cups of tea, the memorials had already been divided, and he sat back to sit in the court case and carefully looked at the memorials that seemed to have been decided. He wants to write the word "accurate", but he can't write it in a muddled manner.

After reading the memorabilia that Wen Ting had approved, it was getting late, Xiao Zong felt sad and rubbed his forehead.Those notes left on the desk case were trivial matters that the prime minister didn't bother to look at, but he had to look at them.

Xiao Zong picked up the pen and was about to bury his head on the table again when he caught a glimpse of a clay sculpture placed on the corner of the table out of the corner of his eye and stared at it for a moment.It was Xiao Hong who sent someone to send it. His emperor's younger brother kept what he said, that day he said he would make a clay figurine for him every day, but he never pulled it off.Xiao Zong remembered that the animals on his desk for the first two days were beasts, and then Xiao Hong pinched a person for the first time, and then they were all humans.

Putting down the pen, he picked up the clay figurine and looked at it carefully for a while. His nose was flat and his lips were thick, and his eyes were one big and one small. I am such a face.Hand the clay figurine to the waiter, "Put it away." He suddenly wanted to see his brother's bright smile.

So he got up and went to Chaoyang Palace.

Xiao Hong was taking a nap in Chaoyang Palace.The couch was propped under an old tree with lush branches and leaves in the garden, and there was a gentle breeze. Xiao Zong approached and saw his younger brother sleeping soundly.

Xiao Hong had a heroic and serious appearance, but usually he would only smile brightly at Xiao Zong.Now he is asleep, his face sinks, the smirk disappears, the foolishness disappears, he looks heroic and calm.Such a contrast made Xiao Zong feel special pity for him.

Standing by the side of the couch, seeing his younger brother sleeping peacefully, Xiao Zong stayed for a while and was about to leave when Xiao Hong turned over, his eyelids moved, opened slightly, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

He stayed for a while, stretched out his hand to fish for Xiao Zong.Xiao Zong only felt a strong force, he was unsteady on his feet, and fell on his younger brother.Before he could react, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, and at the same time his waist sank, Xiao Hong's long legs pressed up without hesitation.Xiao Zong was instantly pinned down by his younger brother, not only unable to move, but even having trouble breathing.He struggled a bit, and Xiao Hong muttered in a daze: "...sleep..., brother..." He hugged Xiao Zong even tighter with his limbs.

Xiao Zong leaned against his brother's generous chest, feeling the hot and humid breath on the side of his neck, and he reluctantly did not move.

Being bound so tightly, there is no place in my body that feels comfortable, but my mind is very calm, and I unexpectedly grasped a relief that I don't usually experience.

After lying down for a long time, when Xiao Hong fell asleep completely, Xiao Zong finally escaped with great difficulty.When he was on the bed, half of his body was unconscious, as if he was not his own, the servant stepped forward to help him walk, after walking for a long time, the half of his body gradually started to feel, but it was numb and sore.

He was helped out of the Chaoyang Palace by his servants, and when he passed the imperial garden, he saw a figure jumping up and down in the sun on a piece of green grass from a distance.When he got closer, he saw clearly that the figure was his imperial nephew Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng was practicing his sword, he saw his uncle earlier than his uncle saw him, but he practiced his sword as if he hadn't seen anything.Although he is young, his kung fu is already impressive, every move and every style is quite poised, Xiao Zong watched from the side, nodding repeatedly, several sets of sword skills Xiao Heng made like flowing clouds and flowing water, arbitrarily accumulating a compelling offensive.Xiao Zong recalled how he was like holding a sword when he was young, and he sincerely felt that this kid has talent, he is a talent, he is stronger than he was when he was young.

"Heng'er."

Xiao Heng was planning to strike again from the beginning with a few moves of swordsmanship, when he heard Xiao Zong calling him, he put away his sword and approached.It was almost noon at this time, and the sun in July was scorching hot. He practiced hard for a long time under the scorching sun, his clothes were soaked through, and the sweat dripped from his forehead.When Xiao Zong saw him, he immediately raised his sleeves to help him wipe his sweat.

The servant handed over the handkerchief: "Your Majesty, use this."

Xiao Heng took it, wiped his face, and asked Xiao Zong, "What's wrong with your leg? Why do you need someone to support you when you walk?"

Xiao Zong said: "It's numb."

Xiao Heng glanced at him a few times, "This is what happens when you don't exercise for a long time."

Xiao Zong didn't speak, he was concentrating on dealing with the sweat on his nephew's forehead, the sweat seemed to have been sown, and it came out again after wiping, until his sleeves could be wrung out, and the water was still coming out, he frowned: " Heng'er, everything should be done in moderation, too much is too much. Practicing martial arts is a good thing, but you can't practice desperately to your death, otherwise your body won't be worth it."

Xiao Heng continued to look at him: "You can't succeed if you don't work hard. But if you want to achieve something in one thing, how can you not work hard."

Xiao Zong looked down at his nephew's calm face, and said quietly: "You are still young, there are many things that don't need to be so urgent. At your age, you should play around more, go up a tree and dig a bird's nest to tease the fish in the pond or something. Yes, just like Li'er and Jun'er... Uncle finds that you don't seem to fit in with them, it's not good, you are brothers."

Xiao Heng glanced at him, his face was mature and calm, and the corner of his mouth twitched disdainfully, "I don't want to be like those two idiots." He raised his head to meet Xiao Zong's eyes, "Don't worry, I will get along with them It's nothing. My father was indeed murdered by Xiao Li, Xiao Jun and his father's collusion, but the uncles didn't end well, the grievances between the fathers ended with the fathers, and it ended half a year ago."

Xiao Zong stared at the emperor's nephew. The eight-year-old's words were really...wise and...terrifying.

Seeing that his uncle seemed shocked, Xiao Heng asked, "Why are you so surprised? We are four cousins. Our fathers killed each other. It can be said that we bear father's enmity with each other. Uncle, you arranged us to live together. Do you just want to resolve mutual hatred? I have already said that I will have a few good things with them, why are you unhappy?"

Xiao Zong was stunned for a long time, before choking out a sentence: "I'm... happy." He thought in his heart, why is this child so precocious and mature.

Feeling secretly for a moment, Xiao Zong thought of something and asked, "Since we want to get along well, then tell Uncle, why did you beat Li'er Jun'er to death that day?"

Xiao Heng looked straight at him, neither avoiding nor dodging, Xiao Zong was depressed, he had never understood this nephew who didn't talk much, but one thing was clear, what Xiao Heng didn't want to say, he kept his mouth shut more than The shell is still tight.Shaking his head helplessly, "Haven't you eaten yet? Let's go, take a bath first, and eat with me today."