Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Rong Mu rested for eight days in a row, and now that he can stay for a long time, he can naturally go to court.

But after stopping for a long time, he gradually got used to the days when he was not allowed to think about Chu Yuheng every day. Even when Song Du occasionally asked him if he felt lonely, he could reply with a smile that he only felt lonely.

But Song Du didn't believe his words at all, he stayed by his side every day, and even quietly packed up the sharp weapons in his room and took them out.

Song Du's kindness and worry were clear to him, and he just let him go with a smile.

But his old expectations and longings gradually disappeared with the heavy snow in winter, and the rest is just the clear sky and relief after the snow.

Rong Mu didn't know what he wanted at the moment.

I don't want to go to court.

I don't want to see Chu Yuheng.

I don't even want to return to my previous appearance in a situation where I haven't cleaned up my emotions.

He needs to try his best to put his state of mind in order so that he will not lose face when he sees Chu Yuheng next time.

Because of this, Rong Mu, who hadn't taken the initiative to be idle for five years, did so.

But things backfired. It coincided with the last holiday before the end of last month, and there were no fewer officials who came to visit his house.

Perhaps it was the kindness he released with all the officials when he went to the court earlier, many people really came to visit the disease.

Not only did he personally carry the gift, but he also brought along a tricky booklet.

From noon to noon, Song Du counted today's visitors, filled with resentment.

The adults in my family are talking about business with the officials during the meal time, even throwing aside the nap habit that they have finally developed.

But Song Du gritted his teeth against the three or five officials who took up the rest time of his adults for nothing, and it was useless to get angry.

My adults have always been polite and thoughtful, and I can't do anything to drive people out.

It took Rong Mu a whole afternoon to pick up the government affairs that had fallen recently, and Ting Wei Zhou Chengkong stayed in the study with Rong Mu in the afternoon.

Once the door of the study room was closed, it took two full hours.

After the weak sunlight outside slowly dissipated to warm up, Rong Mu finally put away the Zihao brush.

Quietly waiting for the paper in front of him to dry, Rong Mu sipped the hot tea that was still warm in his hand, and said calmly: "What to do, I have already written it down, Mr. Zhou can just go back and sort it out."

"In this case, Mr. Zhou would like to thank the Prime Minister."

Zhou Chengkong, who was scolded by His Majesty every day in the past few days, thanked Zhou Chengkong repeatedly. He was in charge of judicial trials, and His Majesty would strictly investigate every year when the year was approaching, but he did not expect that this year would be so strict. was turned out.

Even if he has held the position of court lieutenant for many years and has great means, he can't resist His Majesty's probing.

Zhou Chengkong shed a tear and was rescued, and Rong Mu's usual indifference seemed to him to be the best.

Carefully folding the paper that Rong Mu handed over and stuffing it into his sleeve, Zhou Chengkong raised his eyes to look at the calm talented man in front of him, raised his lips up and down, and revealed new news.

"His Majesty has recently selected new recruits. Many people from Zhi Su Nei Shi and Dian Ke have been promoted."

"It's been like this every year." Rong Mu nodded in response.

Otherwise, at the end of the year, why are so many officials worrying so much, they are afraid that their performance in the past year will not meet His Majesty's eyes, and they will be replaced by the next generation at that time.

"But there are also those who get official positions when they are free. For example, Zhou has set up an extra memorial."

Zuo Yan is in charge of judging cases and judging prisons, this is not a small official position...

"Oh? Then who was promoted?" Rong Mu's eyes sparkled slightly.

Chu Yuheng's decisions have always been well-founded. Although he was a bit violent for the emperor, he was not someone who would give rewards at will when he was blinded.

That person must have something extraordinary, so that Chu Yuheng would also break the rules and be promoted.

Hearing Rong Mu's question, Zhou Chengkong was reprimanded by His Majesty for being so shameless, he became more and more resentful towards the newcomer Zou Yan, and his tone was also slightly resentful: "I heard that the man's name is Wen Li, those who have been silent for a long time The prison also came from his hands, and was turned out by him."

The cup in Rong Mu's hand was raised suddenly, and the tea, which was already less than [-]% full, spilled out of the cup, wet the neat paper on his desk.

Zhou Chengkong was puzzled: "This is the Prime Minister?"

"Cough...it's okay, it's because my body suddenly became uncomfortable." Rong Mu deliberately coughed slightly, and quickly put the cup in his hand on the table, lowered his head and slowly took a handkerchief to wipe off the stained tea. Knuckles.

But his throat suddenly itched, and Rong Mu couldn't help coughing several times.

Zhou Chengkong didn't want to bother him as his face turned red from coughing.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhou Chengkong left.Quietly around, when he raised his head again, Rong Mu had suppressed all the trembling in his eyes.

He also felt that there should be a newcomer in the court long ago, and inexplicably thought of Hua Huaiyin who was drunk with him before, and Rong Musu's hand twisted the cold cup, and his heart was rippling.

Generals are on the decline, there are more generals in the court, but why is it Wen Li...

Rong Mu didn't know what Wen Li's ability was. Apart from the portrait, he had only seen Wen Li once, and his impression was still of Wen Li's disheveled appearance after he came out of Chu Yuheng Palace.

The skin is like jade, and the face is like a demon.

Chu Yuheng really loves that person very much, otherwise he wouldn't have given him the waiting official position.

Soon, Rong Mu's cough broke out again, and Song Du could hear his adults coughing violently in the study outside, so he had to persuade him to go back to the couch and have a good rest.

Rong Mu half-lyed on the couch, and after a while, he slightly closed his eyes in the howling wind.

When Chu Yuheng came, he was stopped outside the house.

It was snowing again in the evening, and Chu Yuheng came in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to hold up his umbrella, and a cloud of snow velvet fell on his head like mist.

Seeing this, Song Du gritted his teeth and stopped outside: "Your Majesty, my lord has already rested."

Chu Yuheng finally went out of the palace, so he naturally wanted to meet someone.

"Step aside!"

"Your Majesty!" Before Song Du could stop him, he was kicked away by the sinister man, and he could only watch the wolf-like man stepping in in vain.