Your Majesty, I am not worthy

——The jade pendant you asked for earlier? I will give it back to you now.

A piece of jade pendant has only been in Chu Yuheng's hands for more than a month, so it seems to have experienced vicissitudes.

When it was first delivered, the jade pendant was quite simple. Although the carving is not exquisite, it can still be seen that it was made by Rong Mu. Now the jade pendant that Chu Yuheng returned to Rong Mu seems to be a fake that is a hundred times more exquisite .

The fine carving looks smooth to the touch.

It's not at all like the one he carved out before.

Rong Mu thought to himself.

Seeing Rong Mu's changed expression, Chu Yuheng was a little anxious holding the jade pendant, obviously he has known Rong Mu for so long, it's not the first time to give something, but this time it made him feel red in the face.

It's just that Chu Yuheng's face is dark, so it's not so obvious.

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows and slightly raised his chin in front of a strange jade pendant: "Why did my minister's jade pendant change so much?"

"I carved this with my own hands, it didn't pass through the hands of others."

Chu Yuheng was a little proud, so he handed the jade pendant forward.

But Rong Mu didn't take it.

"Ah Mu?"

I don't understand why Rong Mu can still be distracted at this time,? Chu Yuheng simply bent down, untied the white jade worn by Rong Mu's waist, and wanted to replace it with this exquisitely carved jade pendant.

Glancing at Hongyu, who was right in front of him, Rong Mu narrowed his eyes and took a step back: "What is your Majesty doing?!"

But his lower back was blocked by the man's outstretched arm.

"Don't move." Chu Yuheng said softly.

Chu Yuheng's hair that was blowing in the wind still fell on the back of Rong Mu's hands, and the delicate itchiness scratched Rong Mu's sensitive wrist bones.

Men seldom do this kind of thing for others,? The king of a country looks at others with his head high?

Chu Yuheng bowed his back slightly, and the movement of taking off the jade pendant at Rong Mu's waist was quite nimble, but when he put the jade pendant back on, his slightly callused knuckles seemed to be tied with several knots, and he stumbled for a long time Only later did he successfully hang the jade pendant on Rong Mu's waist.

This red jade matches Rong Mu's red maple robe today, and it condenses the hard work of Rong Mu and him, so Chu Yuheng is very satisfied.

Stretching out his hand to pluck the tassels of the red jade, Chu Yuheng was extremely happy.

But Rong Mu kept his body frozen, and when he lowered his eyes to look at the jade hanging around his waist, inexplicable surprises flowed from his limbs to his limbs.

Show him what Chu Yuheng is doing again.

Could it be that they want to coax him to stay in Haojing?

For a moment, the qi and blood flowed backwards, and Rong Mu's already handsome face lost a bit of tenderness, and it became more cold, even the tips of Rong Mu's ears were bloody red.

The painted boat gently docked, with golden patterns on the water surface.

Chu Yuheng finally sent the jade pendant that he had carved and decorated to Rong Mu's hands, his chest was still throbbing a few strands relaxed and reckless, and he took the person off the boat, Chu Yuheng suddenly saw the white jade-like ear tips of the person beside him dyed red meaning.

Rong Mu would only do this when he was feeling ashamed.

Seeing this, Chu Yuheng's worries and boredom in recent days suddenly disappeared completely.

But don't tell me if you see it through, Ah Mu has a good face after all...

Chu Yuheng joyfully led the person off the boat again.

But Rong Mu looked at the brand-new jade pendant hanging on his waist at this moment, holding back the inexplicable gloom in his heart, so that it was hard to care about his red ear tips.

And Chu Yuheng's right hand that was tightly clenched was even more like boiling hot soup, the heat surged up along the veins of his left hand, and Rong Mu's entire left arm was almost no longer his own.

The first month's wind hadn't warmed up yet, and it blew on his face like a knife, but Rong Mu felt as if his whole body was roasted by fire, hot and cold.

After getting off the boat, Chu Yuheng still didn't let go.

But Chu Yuheng has always been like this, and he always likes it like this in private.

Rong Mu's face was condensed, and he glanced at the man leaning forward from the corner of his eye, feeling extremely depressed.

Chu Yumi, who was deliberately avoided and wandered around the embankment, had found someone.

Wiping off the fine mist of sweat on his forehead, Chu Yumi passed the lotus lantern in his hand to Rong Mu's hand, and at the same time, with round eyes, he saw the different jade pendant on Rong Mu's waist.

"Ah Mu, why did you suddenly change to a jade pendant?" Chu Yumi looked carefully at the moonlight and the candlelight of the lantern, only to feel strange, "Isn't this jade pendant the one you gave to the emperor earlier, A Mu?" ?"

Having been exposed to the origin of the jade pendant, Rong Mu's heart sank when he saw the green lotus lantern in his hand, and he didn't say much.

Seeing that Rong Mu didn't speak, Chu Yumi deliberately didn't look at the entangled hands of the two, even though it was covered by the wide sleeves, Chu Yumi guessed that the two must be holding hands at this moment.

She felt a little sore in her heart, but she quickly adjusted: "Brother Huang, it's time for us to return to the palace."

Chu Yuheng paused, seeing the cold wind in the noisy streets, he held Rong Mu's cloak tighter with one hand to prevent the slightest cold wind from peeking at Yuse: "Ah Mu is also tired today, I'd better go back to rest earlier good."

Rong Mu looked at the stern-faced Chu Yuheng and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The man said to let him go back to rest, but he didn't let go of his hand.

In the end, it was Rong Mu's hand under the sleeve cage that tightened slightly as a signal, and Chu Yuheng let it go calmly.

Seeing Rong Mu get into the carriage with his own eyes, Chu Yuheng still stopped for a long time, and at the same time, his hands with sleeves retracted rubbed each other secretly, as if he was missing the feeling just now.

The carriage brought Rong Mu back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. There were thousands of streets and alleys, the bustle and bustle was almost fading away, the colorful lanterns kept going away, and then only the moonlight saw them off.

Along the way, Rong Mu remained silent.

Rong Mu silently stroked the smoother lines on the jade surface. When General Hua delivered the jade material to him, it still looked like a fist-sized rough stone.

He was opened by someone who can open jade, so he was able to carve it like this.

Thinking of Old General Hua, Rong Mu's sudden agitation in his limbs and limbs dissipated slowly, and his pulse kept tensing.

The appearance of the jade has changed, and the edges and corners are much more refined, just like the declaration of fame and fame that was made when he was admitted for fame. Now looking back, how much has been completed?

Things are different, people have stains that can't be washed off by hand, how many clans that Chu Yuheng couldn't see have been dealt with by his subordinates in the past ten years, how could he expect his own family to be counted in the end.

The tenderness that was still lingering in Rong Mu's mind just now turned into a heavy burden, and suddenly Rong Mu felt a little tired.

The carriage moved slowly.

When he arrived at the prime minister's mansion, Song Du lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw that his lord had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

After hanging around the neighborhood for too long on Lantern Festival, Rong Mu felt uncomfortable when he got off the carriage, and wanted to throw himself on the bed and fall asleep earlier.

Seeing that his master was so exhausted, Song Du couldn't help feeling distressed for a while.

Quietly serving Rong Mu to wash at the side, he saw his master lying peacefully on the bed, his eyes could hardly be opened, and his face was quite tired.

Song Du picked out the stove in the room, but he extinguished the candles after a cup of tea, and retreated quietly outside the room.

Rong Mu was indeed deeply sleepy, and he didn't know how long he had slept, when he was suddenly awakened by the noise next to his ears.

Rong Mu suddenly opened his eyes and saw that there were several people fighting outside the bed. One of the men in black looked at him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to cut his bones with a knife.

"My lord!" Song Du, who had just heard the sound coming in, was shocked, and drew out the long whip on his waist, and was about to come over.

Squinting his eyes, Rong Mu touched the short blade that had been hidden in the dark compartment at the head of the bed, but before he could make a move, the black man was the first to break free from the trap of the others, and charged at him with the sword raised.

All movements were slowed down, Rong Mu flashed, his ribs slammed against the cold wall fiercely, the sword grazed his elbow, and the bright red blood instantly stained his white undershirt.

At the same time, the short blade held by Rong Mu in the other hand suddenly stabbed at the attacking man in black.

The man in black was stabbed in the right eye by a dagger, and within a few breaths he was captured by the strange attendant who had been wrestling with him.

Song Du exhausted his thoughts and immediately moved forward holding the whip: "My lord!"

Rong Mu's wound was on the upper arm, and now the entire left arm was stained with blood, enduring the pain, Rong Mu took a breath: "No problem."

Song Du pressed his arm to prevent his lord from bleeding so fast.

But as soon as Rong Mu looked up at the assassin who wanted to assassinate him, he saw that the man in black who was pressed to the ground by the guards had already vomited blood, as if biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Those who fought with the assassins were the secret guards Chu Yuheng sent to protect Rong Mu.

Obviously several of their brothers were here to protect the Prime Minister, but the assassin still took advantage of the loophole to break in and injured the Prime Minister...

All of a sudden, the faces of the dark guards turned pale, as if they had anticipated their dismal end after returning to the palace.

The hidden guards did not dare to look up at the injured Prime Minister, but Rong Mu stared at the few people under the couch condensedly.

After a long time, Doctor Song of the Prime Minister's Mansion was summoned by Song Du in the middle of the night to say that Your Excellency was injured, and he came over with the medicine box in his clothes. When Doctor Song came, he saw that the blood on the Prime Minister's arm was really scary.

After cleaning the wound for Rong Mu and applying medicine, Doctor Song slowly retreated.

Steward Zhou was also disturbed by the turmoil just now, and the entire attendants in the prime minister's mansion were alarmed. Steward Zhou led them to investigate everywhere. In addition to his lord's room, even the house where the major general lived was also attacked by assassins.

My lord injured his arm, and the major general was almost killed by the assassin's knife. Thanks to the guards sent by the prime minister to protect the major general, he was able to protect the major general who had a leg injury.

Both waves of assassins were captured, but they both bit their tongues and died immediately.

After the imperial doctor left, Rong Mu looked at Steward Zhou who was still nervous, and asked Steward Zhou to step up and arrange the guards in the house to patrol, so that this kind of thing should not happen again.

When Steward Zhou hurriedly made arrangements for going out, Rong Mu looked at the hidden guards kneeling in front of him. From the end of his death, Rong Mu's face remained calm.

Pursing his lips, Rong Mu looked at the dark guard who was still kneeling nervously, and thanked him lightly: "Thanks to you guys for the assassin's attack tonight."

The head of the leading dark guard lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.

His Majesty the Prime Minister did not know of their existence, they were sent by His Majesty to protect His Majesty the Prime Minister, but in the past few years, apart from dealing with the assassins, they reported to His Majesty the behavior of His Majesty the Prime Minister in the residence.

Now that the prime minister suddenly discovered his existence, several people hesitated.

Seeing that the kneeling people were silent, Rong Mu looked carefully, and the three kneeling people were trembling.

Is this afraid of him, Rong Mu thought to himself.

Lightly touching the cloth bag dragged down by his left hand, Rong Mu suppressed the deep meaning in his eyes and continued: "You have protected me today, and I will explain your contribution to His Majesty later."

The kneeling people became even more frightened: "My lord, you are too serious. It's because your subordinates didn't protect you."

The prime minister was actually injured, so there is no credit for them.

Rong Mu shook his head disapprovingly: "Have you been protecting me for many years?"

The leader of the hidden guards thought for a moment, then nodded: "The subordinates came here eight years ago."

eight years...

Rong Mu muttered two words in a low voice.

He and Chu Yuheng have known each other for ten years, and what were they doing eight years ago.

Rong Mu thought about it, but he could only remember that it was the first time he was injured by an assassin.

It was strange to think about it, that night he stayed with Chu Yuheng, the assassin was clearly going towards Chu Yuheng, but he was slashed in the face for blocking the sword that was going towards Chu Yuheng.

That time when he was injured by an assassin, Chu Yuheng hugged him and went to see a doctor for treatment. Obviously he only left a bloodstain on his face, but Chu Yuheng was as nervous as if a precious treasure had been smashed to pieces.

Now he can figure it out, his face might be somewhat similar to Wen Li back then...

After all, when he saw the portrait hanging in Chu Yuheng's study for the first time, he thought it was drawn by Chu Yuheng for himself, and he could comfort himself if it was slightly different, because Chu Yuheng's painting skills were not good. Induced a bit of distortion.

Recalling the sad past again, all the injustice and embarrassment in Rong Mu's heart swept over.

It's so easy to say let go.

It might take him the rest of his life to get out of this initial throbbing.

Sighing indifferently, Rong Mufang felt Xu Chengkong for ten years.

But there was still a way to go, even if it was shrouded in thick fog, he couldn't stop moving forward.

Looking at the secret guards who had been protecting him for eight years, although Rong Mu didn't like Chu Yuheng sending someone to guard him, it was a certainty that Chu Yuheng's men had saved him now.

With long eyelashes lowered, Rong Mu didn't want to embarrass these people: "Go down, as for whether to return to the palace or stay in the prime minister's mansion in the future, it's up to His Majesty."

"Here."

After making such a fuss, Rong Mu also felt a little less sleepy.

His body always seemed to be wounded, and not long after the bruise on his chest healed, there was another cut on his left arm.

The body was exhausted, but the spirit was extremely excited. He squinted his eyes and wondered which side the assassin came from, but after much deliberation, he couldn't find the exact person.

Maybe he has someone in his heart, but he doesn't want to admit it is him.

Before dawn on the second day, Rong Mu woke up with sleepy eyes.

Song Du was a little surprised to see his lord woke up so early, but the thought of the assassination last night suppressed the ripples in his heart.

Tied up the hair for the lord, Song Du looked at his listless master in the mirror, and suddenly said: "Butler Zhou just said that the major general wants to see the lord."

"see me?"

"The major general also got up early, and he is angry on the couch right now."

Rong Mu was slightly stunned, and went to Hua Huaiyin's room to have a look without even thinking about breakfast.

Hua Huaiyin was really angry, his face was livid, and he didn't drink the medicine beside him.

The waiter stood aside awkwardly, holding the medicine at a loss, seeing Rong Mu approaching, his eyes drifted over as if asking for help.

Song Du took the medicine bowl from the servant and stood beside his lord.

At this moment, Hua Huaiyin's head was buried in the palm of his hand, and he was inexplicably gloomy and depressed.

Although the assassin last night did not leave any clues, Hua Huaiyin knew that Wen Li must have sent someone to hunt him down.Wen Li's madness made Hua Huaiyin amazed.

Hua Huaiyin was also surprised, she had never met him before, so how could Wen Li refuse to let go.

Hearing someone's footsteps approaching, Hua Huaiyin heard the sound and identified the person: "The general knows where the assassin came from last night."

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows and made the servants retreat.

Although the news that the Prime Minister's Mansion was attacked by assassins last night has spread throughout the mansion, Hua Huaiyin's words now are not what everyone can hear.

After dismissing everyone, Rong Mu said, "Young general, please speak."

Hua Huaiyin's eyes were burning, and there seemed to be flames burning in his dark eyes: "It's Wen Li."

Hearing Wen Li's name, Rong Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly laughed: "Major General, do you have evidence?"

It's not that Rong Mu never doubted Wen Li, but frankly speaking, it's impossible for Wen Li to have such wings in such a short period of time.

I'm afraid there are people behind me.

Rong Mu's eyes were dark.

Seeing that Rong Mu didn't believe it, Hua Huaiyin clenched his fists, and his voice amplified a lot: "Aside from him, who else would chase me down to such an extent!"

Rong Mu asked Song Du to pass the medicine bowl to Hua Huaiyin, Hua Huaiyin took the bowl and refused to drink, feeling irritable.

Rong Mu pursed his lips helplessly, raised his left hand in front of Hua Huaiyin, and then opened the wide sleeve on his wrist.

In an instant, the white cloth wrapped in the wide sleeves came into view, and Rong Mu said: "Not only you were injured by the assassin, but also the officer last night."

Hua Huaiyin: ...

After drinking the medicine, the bitter medicine did not suppress Hua Huaiyin's complicated mood.

Scratching his forehead for a while, and pinching the itchy wound on his leg bone for a while, the general couldn't rest his hands when he was worried.

In the end, Hua Huaiyin looked at the man next to the bed who was still fiddling with Yuebai's cuff, and said with a serious expression: "The assassin killed both you and me, so this is our common enemy?"

"En." Casually fooling people, Rong Mu didn't want Hua Huaiyin to think about this question.

But Hua Huaiyin seemed to have fallen into a dead end: "There is indeed a problem with this. Wen Li wants to kill me. I know, so why would Wen Li want to kill you? People who can't hit one place with eight poles, you What is the relationship between the two, could it be that I was thinking too much...Wen Li is not so bad yet?"

Rong Mu laughed when he heard this, the relationship goes deep...

It was he who believed in Chu Yuheng too much.

The number of officials and families that Chu Yuheng has attacked over the years is not small, and now it is not impossible to use Wen Li's hand to attack him.

It's just that he still doesn't want to believe that Chu Yuheng would be like this...

He even stated that he was going to the south of the Yangtze River, away from the government and social customs, Chu Yuheng still won't let him go?

But seeing Hua Huaiyin's disgust towards Wen Li, Rong Mu suddenly became interested: "That's how you know Wen Li?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Hua Huaiyin spat several times in succession, "Who knows him, he's just a lunatic."

"Oh?"

Seeing Rong Mu's expression of wanting to hear more, Hua Huaiyin endured the nausea in his heart and began to elaborate.

"When he tortured me, he specially whipped my thigh bones, and even greeted me, wanting me to have no descendants!"

Rong Mu didn't understand the "greeting from above", but he understood after Hua Huaiyin finished speaking.

Rong Mu didn't know what kind of reaction to make for a moment, Hua Huaiyin really spoke differently from him.

He would not hang these words on his lips.

"He's very vicious in his heart! He kept telling me to kneel down and beg him, but he never let me go!"

"Wen Li really doesn't like you."

"what?"

"It is said that he has a sister from the same country, who died under the arrow of General Hua at the border when they crossed the border together."

"Die under my father's bow and arrow?"

Rong Mu nodded.

"It's no wonder he hates me so much... But my father has the right to deal with those suspicious people."

"He knows it too, but he won't soften his heart and let you go."

"But why is it not justifiable? There is no evidence, but he still wanted to touch my body. If I hadn't been strong and resisted desperately, that person would have done even more disgusting things."

"He still wants to move your body?" Rong Mu frowned.

"..."

Hua Huaiyin paused, remembering that the adults in the prison were walking into his arms, and for a moment, the hairs on the back of the rough man's neck trembled.

This matter is too shameful.

Hua Huaiyin turned his gaze away and deliberately diverted the topic: "Anyway, he is not a good person, not only I think so, but other people in the prison think so too."

Rong Mu couldn't see the awkwardness of the mighty man in front of him.

Holding the hot tea in his hand, he took a sip of the tea gracefully, but Rong Mu never expected that Hua Huaiyin would make many inmates just by going to the sky prison.

This guy seems to be good at making friends wherever he goes...

With the same parental blood, why is he not such a person.

He probably hated Wen Li in his heart, but later when he mentioned Wen Li's evil, Hua Huaiyin crackled like a firecracker, and cursed that guy at Rong Mu for a whole quarter of an hour.

Rong Mu drank tea leisurely, twirling the smooth cup with his fingertips.

When Hua Huaiyin was speechless and coughed, he also filled Hua Huaiyin's cup of tea for [-]%.

Hua Huaiyin sipped tea to quench his thirst, while looking at Rong Mu who was looking at him tenderly with slightly curved lips.

This person seems to be too kind to him!

Hua Huaiyin's scalp felt numb.

Hua Huaiyin lifted up the quilt covering her body to cover the loose chest of her underwear. With her eyes wandering, Hua Huaiyin carefully probed: "Why are you so nice to me...Actually...I just Those who like women..."

Rong Mu didn't know how to say a few words, but Hua Huaiyin could think of it like this.

Unable to bear to see the swaying appearance of the big man on the bed, Rong Mu stroked his forehead and sighed: "The young general is thinking too much."

Hua Huaiyin was still looking straight at him.

With the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper teeth, Rong Mu looked at Hua Huaiyin's nervous expression with amused expression: "If I really like men... the Major General won't want to be friends with me?"

As if considering whether what Rong Mu said was true, Hua Huaiyin's frowning eyebrows could kill a fly: "Do you really like men?"

Rong Mu muffled: "Yes."

Hua Huaiyin clenched her fists silently, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you are nearly thirty years old and haven't married a wife and had children. It turns out that your heart is not on women. The rumors in Kyoto are so loud that I thought you didn't Lift."

Rong Mu who was forced not to move by rumors: ...

Coming out of Huahuaiyin's room, Rong Mu paced back and forth under the eaves of the prime minister's mansion, the spring breeze blew his flowing clothes.

Hua Huaiyin's mentality has adjusted well. Even though he was assassinated by an assassin last night, he should eat and drink today, and he doesn't seem to be affected at all.

Rong Mu is quite different from him.

If someone faced Rong Mu, they would see that Rong Mu's face was cold and cold, and his whole body was like a rotten autumn leaf.

Dilapidated and lifeless.

In the study, Rong Mu silently picked up his pen.

The color of snow hit Rong Mu's face, bringing out the coldness of this person.

What Hua Huaiyin said was also reasonable.

Most of the people who came to assassinate last night were aimed at Hua Huaiyin, and there was only one person who came to his room, but there was a second such assassination every time.

Because Rong Mu's left hand was injured, Song Du stayed in the study to grind it for him.

Seeing his lord get up and take out a small wooden box from the hidden compartment of the Bogu shelf, Song Du lowered his head and prepared to go out.

But he was left behind by Rong Mu before he could make a move.

"Adu, how long have you been following me?"

Looking at the letters in the wooden box one by one, Rong Mu asked without raising his head.

Song Du bowed and glanced at his master: "It's been five years."

"It's been five years..." Rong Mu paused slightly with the hand that drew the letter, and then Rong Mu raised his head from the letter at the height of his forearm, and said the words that made Song Du's back chill like a casual chat, "Then Will you backstab me?"

"My lord, what do you mean by this!"

Song Du tensed his back and said seriously: "This subordinate will never betray your lord."

"Okay." Rong Mu said dumbly.

Song Du's scalp was numb, and he saw his lord stuffing several letters into his hands, and the indifference that made Song Du restless was still reflected in the glazed eyes.

My lord looked straight at him, his eyes were cold and deep, as if he wanted to look into his heart.

"Pack up these things, I want you to protect Hua Huaiyin from today."

"grown ups?"

The paper in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and Song Du stumbled when he heard the words.

"You take him to live in the south of the Yangtze River. If someone makes things difficult for you, you will hand over what you have in your hand."

Rong Mu's tone of voice was as if he was in danger, and Song Du subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, so he didn't want to respond.

But Rong Mu was equally stubborn: "When the matters in Beijing and the court are settled, I will go to Jiangnan to find you."

"My lord... Did something serious happen?" Song Du's voice trembled.

The major general who lived in the prime minister's mansion, his own lord who had been idle at home, and the assassin who came unexpectedly last night, all of these were different from the tranquility of the past.

This made Song Du feel uneasy.

And Rong Mu laughed lightly when he heard the words, the candlelight fell on his sparse face, and his thoughts wandered far away: "Is it a big deal...it's not a big deal."

It's just that he still needs to hand in what should be handed in before leaving.

The author has something to say: Laughing and crying, how could it be possible to only have a crematorium in fifty chapters?

Looking at the outline, there are about three or four chapters before Rong Mu leaves.

Also... can I ask for nutrient solution and comments (whisper bb