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There is a strange aura filling the hall used for the court meeting.Under the jade steps, the officials secretly met a few glances, and then secretly raised their heads to look at the king who was aloof and no different from the usual ones, all kinds of doubts arose in their hearts by coincidence.

It is said that last night, the third prince's body was cremated secretly.In the end, their king didn't even get a single bit of ashes, and they were all brought back to Lanqi by the son of the third prince.

Shouldn't it be sad to lose a loved one?

Mr. Qiu died of dystocia, but Wang stayed in the 'Autumn Palace' for many days.

Could it be that these abnormal actions were made because of excessive sadness?

The probing eyes are always unable to restrain themselves, and they look into the small compartment of the palace - listening to the government behind the curtain - how important and confidential it is, but who is sitting behind the curtain?

If they are not too old and confused, Tianxie's queen mother has already died, but the king has not yet established a queen.Counting the evil spirits all over the world, besides the deceased queen mother and the queen who has not been seen yet, who else has such a high power or status that the king allows that person to listen to the government behind the curtain?

Seeing everyone's doubts in their eyes, the person sitting on the throne is still expressionless, but there is an uncontrollable sneer in his heart.

In a big country, even though there are countless talents, none of them can guess his mind!

Turning his eyes, his eyes fell on the curtain which was as thin as cicada's wings, but it was hard to see the scene inside, Sikong Mu's eyes suddenly became deep.

A king is always alone.

Do it yourself, right?For my own selfish desires--

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However, that day will come sooner or later, and sooner or later he will experience this loneliness.

And, it won't be half a point less than your own.

Instead of catching him off guard when the time comes, it is better to let him know earlier and give him enough time to adapt.

The figure on the curtain seemed to feel his gaze, and stood up from the seat all of a sudden.After staring at him through the curtain for a while, I sat back to my original position silently.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Mu withdrew all his energy and concentrated on dealing with the big and small incidents reported by the courtiers.

Everything is from shallow to deep, or analyzing the hidden danger behind it, or explaining that it seems important, but it is just an insignificant cover.Big or small, always speak clearly and thoroughly.

The abnormal behavior made the courtiers above the palace realize that their king had changed.

Is it because of the man behind the curtain?

He thought that the king was just acting on a whim, and let a person who had never shown his true face to listen to the government behind the curtain, but he didn't expect that after a month, this situation still hadn't changed.

Only, during the court, the king gradually began to keep silent.He listened to the ministers' memorial, but he didn't give a direct answer. Instead, he asked someone to accept the memorial, saying that he had to consider it carefully.

The next day, it was sent back again, and besides indicating the correct playing or re-discussion, there were also some different annotations from the past.

It is said that it is different, but there is no abnormality.

Filled with bewilderment, everyone only said that the king had changed his style of handling political affairs.

That night, the Imperial Study Room was also brightly lit, illuminating two silhouettes on the window, one large and one small.

Compared with the panic a year ago, the little man's hand holding the pen has no trace of the initial trembling.Obviously, he has put aside the uneasiness in his heart.However, when encountering a difficult problem, it is inevitable to shrink back again.

Seeing his son whose slender hand stopped and raised his head to ask for help, Sikong Mu smiled tolerantly.Just as he was about to explain something, Xing Chen, who was guarding outside, said: "Wang, His Royal Highness King Yi, please see me."

"Xuan." Sikong Mu responded.

Hearing this, the little man next to the seat jumped off the chair without thinking, and wanted to go to the inner room next to it for rest.With sharp eyes and quick hands, he held him down, and Sikong Mu shook his head at him, expressing that there was no need to hide.

Uncle Wang came just in time, and it was time for him to confess something.

As soon as the closed door was opened, his eyes touched the two figures behind the desk. Si Kong Yi stared blankly for a while before regaining his composure.

Thinking about the discussion among the ministers over the past year, he understood clearly—it was because the king changed his behavior, but another person got involved.

Now, just presenting the truth in front of him in such an upright manner, it seems that he has already thought about some excuses.

Before he saluted, Sikong Mu quickly stopped him.

Naturally, Sikong Yi would not be polite to him, nodded and stood aside, and began his purpose of coming here: "According to the report from the spies, Tianao stayed in Lanqi Sanwang's residence for a year, and recently left for the border. , It's time to go back to Yin's house."

Seeing Sikong Mu's eyes flicker, Sikong Yi really couldn't bear to pour cold water on him.It's just that, since you have to know sooner or later, it's meaningless to keep it a secret. "As for the exact location of the Yin family, we can't find out."

"Then... what about him? Did Tianao leave him in Lanqi?" Has that person been away from him for a year?Before he knew it, he had spent a year without him.

Sikong Yi naturally understood who the 'he' Sikong Mu was talking about.Shaking his head, he said, "No, Tian Ao is carrying it with him."

Proud──

Sikong Mo's eyes lit up when he heard the name of the person who left without even looking at him that day, a name he was very familiar with.However, when he heard that he could not be found, that ray of light was quickly annihilated.

Proud, gone.

Children's emotions are always expressed so directly.

"Really?" Sikong Mu murmured, and smiled bitterly, "Bring the spy back, I believe, he will not forget his promise."

This time, Sikong Yi could no longer guess which of the father and son Sikong Mu was referring to—because they had both made promises.

Just as he was about to take advantage of Sikong Mu's loss of consciousness to leave, he saw the little man beside him move his pen and hold the written word in front of his father.

'Father, Yifu and Ao will come back. '

Staring at the correct font, Sikong Mu smiled from the bottom of his heart, raised his hand and stroked the little man's head, agreeing: "Well, they will come back, for sure."

Although the 'family' formed by the four of them is no longer complete, it is still a 'family' after all.No matter how unsatisfactory it is, I still have to come back and have a look.

This is the meaning of the existence of 'home' - the last safe haven.

"Uncle Wang, I want to ask you something." Sikong Mu said suddenly, without any preface.

After hearing this, Si Kong Yi felt powerless—here we come!Sure enough, I still can't hide. "If you have anything to do with the king, just say it."

"As Uncle Wang has seen, Xiao Mo is already learning how to deal with political affairs. He is talented and intelligent, and he will surpass me one day, so I have nothing to worry about entrusting Tianxie to him." Continue to caress the little man A flash of guilt flashed across Sikong Mu's eyes. "It's just that Xiao Mo is still young after all, and I hope that Uncle Wang will be by his side in the future, so he can mention him more."

"We will." Si Kongyi nodded, accepting.But, until now, he couldn't help but refuse to agree.

"On the day when Xiao Mo ascends the throne, I don't want to see any expression of dissatisfaction from anyone, so," Sikong Mu said, his voice was unspeakably hoarse, "So, on the side of the ministers, please trouble Uncle Wang gone."

Having said all this, Si Kong Yi already understood Si Kong Mu's plan.Knowing that it would be useless to say more, he lowered his head. "Yes, my minister leads the order."

Father King...

With red eyes, Sikong Mo threw himself into Sikong Mu's arms, trembling.Patting his shoulders trembling from sobbing, Sikong Mu silently tightened his arms.

"Xiao Mo, it's the father who is sorry for you." In Sikong Mu's eyes, deep remorse and guilt piled up.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Yi sighed lightly, "I will leave."

I don't know the day when Xiao Mo ascended the throne, which day is it?Is it close to now?

However, the only certainty is that no matter when, as soon as that day comes, Sikong Mu will never be seen again in this world.

Just like that night a year ago, with that foreign prince, turning into a pile of dust and leaving.

The so-called life and death go hand in hand!