Your Majesty, I am not worthy

After the palace banquet was over, Wen Li left first, and Chu Yuheng didn't know where he went.

Rong Mu had no intention of spying on where the two had gone, and at this moment he was being dragged by Chu Xiaomi to talk for a long time.

It's just that I've been sitting for a long time today, and my body is tired and urges me to return home. Rong Mu thought about it for a while, and then left after delivering the gift to Chu Yumi: "It's getting late, I have to go back now." house."

"Ah Mu, aren't you staying in the palace tonight? I still want to come to play chess with you tomorrow." Chu Yumi said in shock that every year after the palace banquet, A Mu would live in the palace.

"There is still something to do in Weichen's house, so I can't stay here."

Chu Yumi puffed her cheeks, and was still grabbing her gorgeous palace robe: "Is it because of the matter of the emperor and Wen Li that Ah Mu distanced himself from the Palace?"

"How could it be?" Rong Mu smiled, and took out the book in his sleeve with one hand, "Actually, I also prepared a gift for Your Highness."

"Really?" Every year only her royal brother will receive the annual gift, Chu Yumi did not expect that he would also have this year, "Then what to give me, I can talk about it, if it is not expensive, I will not accept it."

This is all a joke, no matter what Rong Mu gives her, she will happily accept it.

Rong Mu has a long relationship with Chu Yumi, and after a few years of acquaintance, he also treats her as a younger sister. Seeing her happy appearance now, Rong Mu smiled as his heart was not let down.

"It's a copy of the Buddhist scriptures hand-copied by my subordinates, in the hope that your Highness will be blessed in the next year."

But before the document that Rong Mu just took out from his sleeve was delivered to the woman, the screen not far away suddenly fell to the ground, and under the loud sound, the pine carcass of the screen broke, and the delicate red sandalwood and pear frame were also ruined all the way.

And the stalwart man behind the screen tightly hugged the wooden box in his hand, surrounded by the explosive breath of the storm, his dark eagle eyes fixed on the smiling Qingjue man.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong?" The emperor was furious, Chu Yumi flinched a few times, trying to stop Rong Mu.

But Rong Mu had already handed over the Buddhist scriptures to her, and walked out from her side, bowing his hands to the obviously angry emperor brother, with a calm expression: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, I will take my leave."

"Wait." Chu Yuheng said coldly, looking at the scroll in Chu Xiaomi's hand, "Xiao Mi, step back."

"Brother Emperor!"

"I said back down!?"

Chu Rong, you saw the strange atmosphere between the two of you and didn't want to leave, but when you looked up, you saw your royal brother's sullen face, Chu Rongmi left reluctantly, and before you left, you turned your head three times to worry about Rong Mu.

Rong Mu smiled, indicating that she was fine, and Chu Yumi left.

Chu Yuheng saw it all in his eyes, and the anger in his heart roiled even more vigorously.

Since when, Rong Mu has been closer to Chu Yumi than to him. The Buddhist scriptures that Rong Mu gave to Chu Yumi this year should have been given to him, and the phrase "good luck in the coming year" to Chu Yumi is also true. It should have been spoken to him.

Embracing the wooden box, Chu Yuheng didn't want to admit that he was jealous, and he didn't want to snatch the Buddhist scriptures prepared by Rong Mu from his sister.

Now the king's temperament is sharp, and when he looks at people, he keeps people silent, even when he wants to give gifts to others: "This is the gift I said I would prepare for you."

Rong Mu raised his eyelids, knowing what was inside without thinking carefully.

It was like this every year, Rong Mu exchanged the Buddhist scriptures that Chu Yuheng gave him in exchange for the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that Chu Yuheng gave him, and then the two of them got drunk and huddled together on the couch. When the wine finds him, he can't help but feel weak.

Wine is good wine, but he really doesn't like it.

Rong Mu still bowed and insisted on leaving: "There is still something to do in Weichen's residence."

"You can fool Xiao Mi with the reason just now, but you can't fool me."

The emperor has no shame in eavesdropping.

Rong Mu smiled: "But Weichen can't drink alcohol now, and he is really weak."

It was the imperial doctor's order not to drink alcohol, and it didn't seem like a lie if you were tired, because Rong Mu's complexion turned pale in the second half of the banquet.

Chu Yuheng saw it, and didn't mind his resistance: "Then you keep this wine, and if you don't drink it now, you can drink it later. This one is different from the previous one, and I made it myself."

The wooden box that was stuffed into his arms was very heavy, after all, it was real wine, which almost made Rong Mu catch his breath; but what surprised Rong Mu even more was what Chu Yuheng said just now.

This thing was made by Chu Yuheng himself.

In the past, he would definitely be happy, but Chu Yuheng should still have a fierce fight with Wen Li, even if he is still not letting him go?

Rong Mu took the drink with a heavy heart.

It was like a shackle tightly imprisoned his joints, as long as he was still in the palace and in Haojing, he would not be able to escape.

In the end, Rong Mu still couldn't go back.

Chu Yuheng forcefully kept him in the palace, and let Song Du also enter the palace to accompany him.

Seeing that Rong Mu was finally getting closer to him, Chu Yuheng's mood improved a lot for no reason, and it was good in the palace, where the imperial doctor would go directly to get any medicinal materials he wanted, and those officials who had no eyesight would also look for it. No one is going to toss.

Tingwei Zhou Chengkong, and eunuch Xu Yun have long been secretly remembered by Chu Yuheng. Rong Mu is raising his body in the prime minister's residence, so he is not going to worry about court affairs.

But seeing Rong Muxu's exhausted appearance, Chu Yuheng didn't touch him that night, and Chu Yuheng sized up the man who was still drinking the medicine for a long time.

The medicinal juice tasted bitter just by smelling it, so it was difficult for Ah Mu to swallow it without changing his face.

"I asked someone to find some candied fruit for you." Chu Yuheng frowned slightly.

"No need." Rong Mu drank the concoction in one gulp.

But the last mouthful was too full, and the dark brown concoction flowed down from the thin lips.

In the eyes of caring people, it caused a throbbing throbbing again.

Chu Yuheng suppressed the heat in his chest, took Song Du's white towel and hot water, and handed them over: "You can live in the palace with peace of mind, and don't think too much about those trivial things."

The imperial doctor said to worry less and think more.

The words were full of concern, but Chu Yuheng could clearly see the obscure expression of the person in front of him after he finished speaking.

Rong Mu wiped off the bitter concoction: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, go back quickly."

Chu Yuheng was slightly stunned, then frowned: "Ah Mu, are you driving me away?"

"But my minister is tired." After saying that, Rong Mu sipped the warm water in his mouth, and his fair face became more lingering under the light of the candlelight.

In fact, Chu Yuheng still had a few sentences left to say, that was because he had prepared other things.

It was the piece of jade pendant that Rong Mu gave him after returning to Beijing. The jade material is good, but Ah Mu's carving skills are really hard to catch the eye. Be more detailed and send it back to Rong Mu.

It's just that he still has some work to do, and he will only polish half of it.

Seeing that Rong Mu was really tired, Chu Yuheng told Song Du to take good care of his lord, so he turned and left.

Seeing the figure disappear in front of his eyes, Rong Mu felt relieved.

Now he is naked and alone, no matter where he lives.

After all, there will be Chu Yuheng's eyeliner everywhere... The prime minister's mansion is not necessarily better than the palace.

Rong Mu stayed in Shuyun Palace just like that, feeling a little sad during the relaxed days.

In the past, the king who would look for him from time to time disappeared, as if he had forgotten that he was still in the palace, but his expenses in the palace were very good, and his life was no worse than that of the prime minister's mansion.

It was lively and lively, after all Chu Yumi often came to look for him, either to play chess or to invite him to enjoy the flowers: "There are a few plum blossom trees in the palace that are blooming just right now that the snow has stopped, and the flowers are blooming beautifully, ah Do you want to go and see together?"

"I haven't finished reading Weichen chess records yet."

"It's because Ah Mu is so good at calming down, but Bengong can't sit still. Now Bengong is full of satisfaction and wants to wait for the spring to go to the hunting ground to hunt."

Chu Yumi unintentionally hit Rong Mu's heartache, he also wanted to ride the horse, but it's a pity that his body was dragged down...

The two gossiped for a while, Chu Yumi sat for a while and it was time to leave, after all, it was time.

Before she left, she was still whispering in Rong Mu's ear: "Brother Huang is too stingy, you want me to go to Shuyun Palace to accompany Ah Mu every day, and you don't allow me to stay too long, which makes me feel so stingy." I can't have a good meal with Ah Mu, and there are simply too many books arranged by Brother Huang..."

Rong Mu smiled when he heard the words: "Your Highness also needs to study and practice calligraphy every day, how can a humble official delay His Highness."

The management and education of the royal lineage has always been strict. Even if Chu Yuheng was on the throne, he needed to study every day; even Chu Yumi, as an idle princess in the palace, had to rest and recuperate, and could not let go easily.

He got up to see people off, and when Rong Mu sat down again, the pages that had to be turned hadn't been moved for a long time.

Rong Mu was still reading the chess record, and the one in hand was sent by the newly appointed eunuch next to Chu Yuheng yesterday, saying that Chu Yuheng had searched for it for a long time, and sent it to relieve his boredom.

Looking at the page quietly, Rong Mu felt disappointed.

He didn't reject Chu Yuheng's arrangement, and he didn't even ask himself when he could go back to the prime minister's mansion.

Chu Yuheng did not come to these two idle days, and the daily life was ordinary and comfortable.

Because Rong Mu has also touched Chu Yuheng's door now, the more he refuses, the more energetic Chu Yuheng will be; only if he follows Chu Yuheng for the time being, will he not end up in a more extreme end.

But Rong Mu was thinking about Hua Huaiyin all the time.

It's already the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and I don't know how Huahuaiyin's case is progressing...

It seemed that Chu Yuheng was deliberately confining him and cutting him off from the outside world. There was no government affairs to deal with, no official documents to submit, so that he knew nothing about other things.

After so many years of mediocrity, suddenly being so empty and doing nothing is the most tempering.