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Rong Mao followed slowly, and he didn't enter the house to disturb him, he just leisurely looked at the flowers on the porch, while paying attention to what was going on in his heart.

The servants and guards did not order, nor did they come in to disturb.It was very quiet for a while, only a few bees and butterflies came to pick the two peaches and plums in the courtyard.Rong Mao leaned on the railing, staring at the flying wings in a daze.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be the sound of something falling to the ground.

"Little uncle?" Rong Mao jumped up and called softly. After waiting for a while, the room was quiet again.

"I'm coming in." Rong Mao frowned, and before he finished speaking, he pushed the door open.

The door opened easily, and Rong Mao grabbed the screen.

Jiujiu sat on the ground with her back to him, seemed to have accidentally fallen, and was about to get up while grabbing the bed.

The little uncle was proud and rigorous in his bones, so he must not want to be seen in such a state of embarrassment, so naturally he would not answer him just now.Rong Mao stood still, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment.He didn't dare to come over to help him rashly, and it didn't seem good to just walk away like he didn't see it.

Uncle Jiu didn't seem to notice him coming in.Holding the edge of the bed with one hand, he straightened up, trying to climb onto the bed.

Rong Mao was struggling to see his back, he was wondering if he should go forward to give him a hand.But he saw that his hand softened and fell down again, still not making a sound.

This time, he didn't have the strength to get up again, and his hand was still holding the sheet tightly. This fall, he even tore off half of the sheet, and he didn't seem to know how to let go.Curled up on the ground and slowly curled up into a ball.

"Little uncle?" Rong Mao was startled, and he didn't care whether he had a good face or not.Go forward to help.The hands were slightly wet, but several layers of clothes were slightly damp with sweat.There was a thin layer of sweat on Uncle Jiu's pale face, and his slightly frowning brows were full of unconcealable pain.His mind was already in a trance, but the only thing he was clear about was biting his sleeve, and he didn't say a word.

The little emperor felt a little uneasy when he got up early, and became more uneasy after noon.

Looking at the memorial right now, unconsciously, he was dazzled while holding the pen.I haven't written for a long time, and the cinnabar on the pen dripped onto the paper with a soft "pop", dyeing a blood-like crimson.

Chen Xiang, who was in charge of the government, could be regarded as an old minister who had been left behind by the previous emperor. He stood aside with his eyes downcast, pretending not to know.The eunuch Bingbi quietly came forward and replaced the dirty paper silently.

The emperor was stunned, frowned and threw away the pen, simply didn't read the memorial, but pushed it in front of the assistant minister, feeling dazzled by himself.

Xiao Ruan trotted into the hall, and in a blink of an eye, seeing Chen Xiang was there, he stopped in a dignified manner.

"Come here." The emperor stood up and waved to him, impatiently.He glanced at Chen Xiang again, but fortunately Chen Xiang didn't look at him, so he forced himself to calm down again.He sat down and suppressed his voice before speaking again. "Come and talk."

"Yes," Xiao Ruan approached on tiptoe, and replied cautiously. "Yesterday, the Sixth, Fifth and Ninth Princes all came back, and they were called over by Prince Pu overnight." As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Xiang.When the little emperor asked again, he just said he didn't know.

"Being called over by the third uncle?" The emperor was thinking about the temper of the third uncle. He hadn't seen him since he entered Beijing. He cared about the distinction between the emperor and his ministers and didn't come to find out the emperor's fault. He might not see this face in others, thinking about it. Shengsheng shivered, becoming more and more restless, and suddenly stood up. "I'll go and have a look."

"Your Majesty." Chen Xiang kept his head down, honestly reading the scriptures for the emperor.He seemed to be ignorant of everything in front of him.Only then did he raise his head. "The emperor can't go now."

Rong Zhuo didn't dare to be contemptuous towards this assistant minister, he stopped when he heard this, and turned his head to look at him silently.

"If the emperor goes again, it will make people have something to say." Chen Xiang smiled wryly, and showed him several letters written by his admonishing ministers.There are all kinds of excuses in the above, and there are all kinds of excuses, and the emperor is not mentioned even if they beat around the bush.They are all admonishing and demanding that Prince Su be severely punished. "Besides, it happened yesterday. What can the emperor see in the past?"

The emperor was holding a few documents, his face was calm, but his heart was full of anger.He only snorted coldly: "They are really capable."

Chen Xiang could see what he was thinking, so he could only laugh along with him: "It's my court's blessing to advise Shi to dare to speak out."

But I said in my heart that since ancient times, there are only the right and wrong of the ministers, and there is no right and wrong of the king.No matter how loyal or hypocritical this minister is, no matter how hard-hearted he is, can he really throw away his wealth and life without any regrets, and blatantly slap the emperor in the mouth?

There is another important reason--the first dynasty fought for more than ten years, a large part of which was caused by the rebellion of King Pan in various places and the invasion of foreign tribes, which caused this sound of death.Now except for one prince, the Ninth Prince, the other princes have gradually stepped down from important positions in recent years to avoid suspicion.But the emperor was young, and more than half of the military power was still held by the Nine Princes.

The emperor can be regarded as sensible, but his temperament is a bit cruel and arbitrary, but he has been much closer to this emperor uncle since he was a child.The domineering temperament in the court is only in front of the emperor's uncle when he obeys his words and promises.As a result, the Ninth Prince does not have the name of a regent, in the eyes of civil servants and veterans, it is inevitable that he will gradually become a regent, and eventually become a serious problem.

However, the emperor didn't like to hear such words the most, and Prince Su became more introspective and cautious, not letting anyone take advantage of him.He also came from a military background, and he was well-known throughout the court.Those courtiers could only be secretly dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do.

Now it's hard to make such a terrible mistake.There is no reason why pieces of loyalty should not explode, but the emperor was shamefully involved in this matter-although it was believed that the wolf and ambitious person had no shame first, he had to take the emperor's face into consideration anyway.Otherwise, there will be only bullets.I wish I could let the clan government take people.

At this moment, the emperor couldn't hold back his anger any longer, he changed his color and said with a sneer: "You are very blunt, why don't you come and count my crimes..."

"The current sage is the sage monarch." Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiang stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and said loudly.Xiao Ruan stood far away from the eunuch holding a pen like a clay sculpture and wood carving, pretending that he could not hear or see.Only then did Chen Xiang lower his voice. "The emperor can no longer take this matter on himself. Otherwise, it will become more and more of a talking point."

Chen Xiang wanted to be regarded as the capable minister left behind by the late emperor, and he always thought of the young emperor very much.The little emperor looked at him eagerly, and as soon as Chen Xiangcai let go of his hand, the little emperor blurted out: "I really like little uncle."

"The emperor still said such things!" Chen Xiang couldn't help stomping his feet in resentment, these words and things were impossible to say and do, but the emperor insisted on saying it and doing it. "If this word gets out, it will all be the Ninth Prince's fault."

The emperor was out of his mind for a while, which is understandable, but he was still unhappy.

Chen Xiang saw that he was childish, so he had no choice but to comfort him harmoniously. "This matter can only be suppressed and difficult to handle. The emperor will be out of Beijing for nearly a month. We still need to take some time to get closer to the nobles in the palace. The rumors will naturally calm down."

The emperor looked displeased, and after a while he lowered his head and said coldly: "I don't like them."

"What do you say about whether you like it or not? It's all the prince's fault." Chen Xiang also said in a low voice.

The little emperor was stunned, he couldn't bear to watch the memorial anyway, and turned back to Fengxing Hall listlessly.