Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Although Chu Yuheng had already returned to the palace early in the morning, the news he revealed unintentionally made Rong Mu feel cold until now.

YouQi looked at the servants coming and going outside the house, his calm eyes were slightly cold.

How many children here were arranged by Chu Yuheng...

And eight years ago, from the day he blocked the assassin for Chu Yuheng, Chu Yuheng had clearly promised him that he would not place any more people in his house.

He believed what Chu Yuheng said was true.

So after he blocked the assassin's sword for Chu Yuheng, Chu Yuheng said that he would send someone to protect him at his house, his first feeling was that he was happy, Chu Yuheng didn't send anyone to watch him, He is different from others.

He really thought that he was the special one in Chu Yuheng's heart. After all, Chu Yuheng's subordinates had hidden threads ambush up and down the court, and Chu Yuheng had never concealed them from him.

It was only when he understood Chu Yuheng's prudence and distrust of others that Rong Mu felt happier.

Later, Chu Yuheng proposed several times to send someone to protect him in the prime minister's mansion, but he refused several times and never agreed, so Chu Yuheng promised him that he would not do so.

He didn't like people watching him secretly, even though Chu Yuheng had promised him now, these people only secretly protect him, not monitor him.

But what he thought was too simple.

It was all wrong from the start.

From the beginning, he was not the most special person in Chu Yuheng's heart, so why did he insist that Chu Yuheng kept so many people by his side to protect him.

Protection is out of love, while supervision is out of suspicion.

There was a huge gap between them, what's more, maybe Chu Yuheng didn't believe him at first.

Thinking of this, Rong Musong let out a hoarse laugh, mocking almost overflowing his eyes.

It's been a long time since he thought of what happened eight years ago, but Rong Mu can still vividly remember the sad look on Chu Yuheng's face when he saw him injured at that time.

Especially the preciousness in Chu Yuheng's eyes when he looked at his sword mark made Rong Mu feel like he was in a warm soup.

He thought it was Chu Yuheng who was cherishing him, but now he thinks about it and feels sarcastic.

After all, his face when he was a teenager was five points similar to that of Wen Li.

When people are idle, they tend to think wildly more and more, Rong Mu leaned back on the couch with lowered eyelashes.

His body and bones are still not fully recovered, Doctor Qi said that he still needs to take care of him for a while.

After the early meal, Dr. Qi felt Rong Mu's pulse. The pulse was stable and his limbs were strong, so he didn't have to stay in the room and lie on the couch all the time.

Just in time for the clear sky and the rare clear sky after snow, Rong Mu thought about the feast on the holidays that he and the officials had said when he went to court.

"Adu, go to each house according to this list, and tell them that I will treat them to a meal at Zuixianlou at noon today."

In the study room, Rong Mu had already put down the Langhao brush in his hand, and when he had dried the ink on the series of lists he had just completed, he handed the paper to Song Du.

Song Du took the list carefully: "Does the subordinate at Zuixian Tower want it?"

Rong Mu smiled: "I've asked Steward Zhou to tell me that, and I've reserved a table for today."

The food in Zuixianlou is very expensive, but the rich and powerful in the capital can't stand it. Treating guests to Zuixianlou has become a kind of entertainment.

It's also fortunate that Rong Mu is the prime minister, otherwise he would definitely be kicked out by the boss of Zuixianlou if he wanted to book a table in such a hurry.

When Steward Zhou hurried back from Zuixian Tower, he still had a smile on his face.

"The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the Drunken Immortal Tower is very lively. Originally, there was no room for a table, but the owner of the Drunken Immortal Tower admires Your Excellency so much that he abruptly arranges a table for him."

Rong Mu pursed her lips, put down the chess record in her hand, and said with a wry smile: "I have nothing to admire..."

The old housekeeper also had a smile on his face. Although he said that he only came to the house in the past two years, he saw what his family did.

My lord is good in appearance, talent and learning, and he is friendly. How can there be such a dignitary in the capital as my lord.

"My lord, why should you be humble?" The old housekeeper turned over the stove in the study for his lord, and the bright red sparks scattered in all directions. After feeling that the study seemed to be getting warmer again, he continued: "It's just that you're drunk. According to the owner of Xianlou, the extra table is said to have been given to your lord by the major general."

"Major General?" Rong Mu was suspicious, and closed the chess record on the table.

"The major general wanted to invite someone to dinner, but was rejected later, so the dinner will naturally fail."

Butler Zhou recalled the gossip and gossip he heard when he went to Zuixianlou, picked out some credible ones, and reported them to his lord one by one.

Now Rong Mu is also curious.

More than an hour later.

When it was almost time, Rong Mu was served by Song Du who came back from the outside to arrange his clothes, put on a thick cloak, and got into the carriage.

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The entire capital city is very lively, and now it is the end of the year, the avenue where the carriage is speeding along is brightly red, filled with the joyous atmosphere of reunion.

Rong Twilight was sitting in the carriage, without opening the curtain of the carriage, he could still hear the hustle and bustle of people outside, very vivid.

Rong Mu also wanted to look outside the car curtain first.

But Song Du, who was serving before the trip, kept his face tense, and repeatedly advised him not to blow the cold wind in the carriage.

Although attracted by the hustle and bustle outside, Rong Mu thought for a long time, but still sat comfortably inside.

Song Du was driving the carriage ahead, and the carriage was steady and fast, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to drive from the Prime Minister's Mansion to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

"My lord, we're here." Song Du helped the man get off the carriage.

For some reason, Zuixianlou gathered a lot of people, and when Song Du helped the people in the carriage out, there were already some exclamations.

Hearing the sound, Song Du raised his head, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his lord's pretty face, and stretched out his hand to stroke up the plush collar of his cloak.

His lips were suddenly covered by the fluff, Rong Mu's eyelashes trembled, and then suddenly said: "I'm not cold."

"My lord's face is too ostentatious." Song Du couldn't help laughing and complaining.

Rong Mu was dumbfounded.

There are quite a lot of people in Zuixian Tower, not to mention there are diners coming and going, Song Du follows his master, and it is not easy to leave the house, so he is considered a strange existence in the eyes of everyone.

Although the weather was fine, but in order to block the cold wind, the man had not taken off his cloak, and the white velvet collar covered his chin, which still set off the elegance of this man.

Seeing this, many noble ladies couldn't help covering their lips with veils, their eyes sparkled, and they whispered.

The diners on the first floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower did not sit back until the tall and straight figure in white disappeared from the pavilion, but they were still talking about the young man in white just now.

"Which family is this son, he looks so handsome."

"I haven't seen it either, and his servant is also unfamiliar."

"Why did they go upstairs?"

"That young master looks extravagant, but isn't the prime minister hosting a banquet upstairs today?"

"The young master was entertained by the Prime Minister at such a young age?"

When one of the women said this, the other women took a deep breath.

After a long time, one of them reminded in a word: "The one just now...could it be the prime minister that the boss said?"