Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Ever since meeting Wen Li yesterday, the good mood that Rong Mu had cultivated with great difficulty was gone forever.

When eating breakfast, I think of Wen Li's brilliance when he holds a sword, when he practices calligraphy in the morning, he thinks of Wen Li's thorny smile, and even when he sleeps in the afternoon, he is swaying in his sleep. Just probe into his heart.

At the time of the day, the sun is westward.

Rong Mu will wake up from the nightmare full of Wen Li, his eyes are drooping, he is still not awake, Rong Mu's mind is full of the image of Wen Li dancing the sword, Wen Li has a good figure, and he raises the sword The movement is smooth and natural.

How could he look like a weak and sick child like him.

Rong Mu also thought about the old general Hua who had visited him when he went to Saibei on official business.

Obviously he was the one who relegated the Hua family to this place. The old general Hua brought him the unique highland barley wine in Saibei, and personally taught him how to capture. The old general also praised him as a quick learner and talented, but he learned it late.

The generals that the whole Haojing disliked, Rong Mu envied them from time to time, he had mountains and rivers in his heart, and he was not afraid to throw his head and blood.

But he can't do it himself, even the simplest horse racing is weak.

It's different after all.

Haojing has been facing civil and military opposition for a long time. If he is said to be a civil servant but yearns for the life of a general, who would believe it.

Suppressing the traces of envy in his heart, Rong Mu leaned wearily against the soft collapse.

When Song Du came in, his master's pretty glazed eyes were still bleary-eyed, and he couldn't help laughing: "My lord woke up just right, boss Zhou Quzhou from Zuixianju just sent an old red plum tree, and I don't know what to do right now." How to arrange it is temporarily left in the adult's study."

Rong Mu narrowed his eyes: "Hongmei?"

"No, Boss Zhou gave the tree to someone and left, and said that adults will definitely like it." Song Du also came for this matter, and finally mentioned, "Boss Zhou also said that adults must go and see for themselves. Look, the flowers are blooming just right now."

The plum tree that Zhou Qu sent was really very good.

The branches are thick, the old pile is vicissitudes of life, and the blooming flowers are colorful, and the faint fragrance is filled with it not long after it is delivered to the study.The pots of red plums are also unique in shape. The auspicious cloud square pots of purple sand, the soil is loose, fertile and slightly sticky, and there is a small sachet on the soil, with the words "Wu Yu Yu Mei" delicately embroidered on it. .

Rong Mu was playing with it in his hands, and he really liked it.

Song Du saw that his master liked it, so he went out to order the evening meal.

Only Rong Mu was left alone in the study, suddenly Rong Mu's hand tightened, and he felt the protrusion in his palm.

When there was no one around, Rong Mu took it apart to have a look.

He knew that Zhou Qu sent the red plum with his own thoughts, and that was Hua Huaiyin who wanted him to get out of prison as soon as he shot, but he didn't expect that Zhou Qu would actually send him this thing, and his thoughts roiled for a while.

This is an ordinary silver bracelet, but it is engraved with the words "Longevity and Wealth".

Burned the sachet in the stove and watched it turn into ashes, Rong Mu also remained motionless, holding the silver bracelet in his hand alone.

There is no doubt that these two bracelets are a pair.

As long as he can remember, his life experience has been a mystery. He was picked up by the abbot of the temple, and the abbot of Xiquan Temple adopted him. He also has a bracelet with the same pattern on it. The abbot saved the four words for him.

Later, he entered the academy to study, and the abbot returned to him the silver bracelet, which may be related to his life experience.

Later, he met Chu Yuheng when he was more than ten years old, and began to work for the young king.

He also thought about which baby he was thrown out of, but all ended in failure.

This is the first time that Rong Mu is so close to the truth of his life experience.

The person who sent the bracelet must have known something, or was trying to coerce him into something.

But no matter what the person's purpose is, he may need to find out.

Goodbye Zhou Qu.

Zhou Qu had a respectful face on his face: "The red plums that the Prime Minister mentioned were prepared by General Hua and specially transported back from northern Xinjiang to give to the Prime Minister."

"Then Hua Huaiyin was imprisoned in misfortune, was it you who made the decision...or someone else?"

"Your Prime Minister's words..." Zhou Qu looked at Rong Mu's bright eyes, which were five points similar to those of his old acquaintance. He was stunned for a moment, and said frankly, "It's Old General Hua."

Rong Mu's heart fluttered slightly, Zhou Qu's whole tone made Rong Mu inexplicably tasteful, but he could accept it: "Did the old general leave a message for you?"

Zhou Qu thought for a while, wrinkled his forehead, and tightened his eyelids and lips slightly: "Actually, General Hua left a letter to Cao Min when he left Beijing earlier, saying that if the young general is in trouble in the future, he will hand over the letter to the prime minister." .”

After reading the letter and returning home, Rong Mu was still in a daze.

All unexpected, but within reason.

He seemed to have realized that there would come a day when his relatives would find him.

It's just that Rong Mu didn't know that when this day really came, Hua Huaiyin was actually his elder brother, and the old general who was driven to northern Xinjiang by his design was his biological father.

Rong Mu recalled the time when he was in northern Xinjiang, the old general was quite concerned about him.

At that time, he thought it was just the general's respect for civil servants.

Rong Mu thought about it, the old general Hua gave him good jade materials and taught him martial arts; but after he was too weak and only learned simple self-defense methods, the old general still frowned and sighed.

It may be because the old general knew his identity early on.

That's why he left a letter to Zhou Qu, and asked Hua Huaiyin to rescue him if he was in trouble.

On the one hand was his biological elder brother who was related to him by blood, and on the other was Chu Yuheng who kept hinting that he should delegate power.

The choice seemed obvious.

But he is still anxious.

This night was tossed and turned.

The next day Zhou Qu came over to inquire several times, but was stopped by the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he didn't even see Rong Mu's face.

In the study, Song Du, who was grinding ink, moved slowly: "Have you not seen Boss Zhou?"

Rong Mu looked at the red plum blossom tree in the study, his wristbone froze slightly, and quickly re-pointed the ink: "It's gone. Since things may not turn out as he wanted in the end, let him have less hope now."

Regarding Hua Huaiyin's matter, Rong Mu couldn't do anything for the time being. Now he was almost under Chu Yuheng's surveillance, so how could he take care of others.

Song Du was puzzled, but what the master said was what he said: "Then the subordinates should let the guards continue to stop them."

Rong Mu nodded, narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly: "How are the preparations for the New Year's ceremony?"

The palace banquet is just the next day, and Song Du has already prepared things, but he is still frowning: "It's all ready, but won't your lord copy a set of Buddhist scriptures this year?"

In the past, every year at the palace banquet at the end of the year, the adults in my family would present a long-prepared gift and a set of Buddhist scriptures that they copied by hand no matter how busy they were.

But at the end of this year, it is rare for adults to lose many official documents from the palace, and they have a lot of idle time, and there is no trace of Buddhist scriptures for a long time.

Song Du couldn't help asking this question.

"Only sincerity can comprehend the meaning of Buddha."

After finishing speaking, Rong Mu's clear and calm eyes swept across the paper in front of him, and he added plainly: "This year's gift to His Majesty should be replaced by this picture of snowy plums."

On the big paper, proud red plum blossoms broke through the snow, which was the winter scene outside Chu Yuheng's study.

Let's be considerate.