Your Majesty, I am not worthy

When he got up in the morning and left the palace, Chu Yuheng wanted to pave a more magnanimous road to the underworld for Rong Mu, but when he came back in the afternoon, Chu Yuheng himself seemed to have walked on a rough path.

That day when he returned to the imperial study from Wenli's mansion, Chu Yuheng was still fascinated.

In a daze, Chu Yuheng suddenly saw a painting hanging on the wall of the imperial study room, which he had made more than ten years ago. In order not to make himself forget Wen Li's saving grace, he took Wen Li His appearance remained in the painting.

But tell him now,? He recognized the wrong benefactor, and the person in the painting is not supposed to be Wen Li.

How ridiculous is this...

If he had just admitted the wrong benefactor at the beginning, then that would be fine, but he has done so much for Wen Li, and even hurt Ah Mu for Wen Li.

Even if he didn't want to believe what Wen Li said, Wen Li's last words before leaving were really like a sharp knife stabbing Chu Yuheng's chest.

original……

In the end, Ah Mu thought that she wanted his life.

Ah Mu entered the palace to send him the most secret letter from the government, so what did Ah Mu hear outside the imperial study?

He seemed to have said at that time that he would protect Wen Li, pamper Wen Li, these words were heard in Rong Mu's ears.

Chu Yuheng tried his best to find out what he said at that time from the chaotic state of mind, but it was only after he slowly sorted it out that he felt a chill in his bones.

Maybe Rong Mu really heard that he would protect Wen Li who sent assassins to assassinate him...

"Little Xuanzi, take this painting out and burn it."

Xiao Xuanzi was surprised.

Before leaving the palace, Eunuch Xi told him that His Majesty loves this painting very much. It has not been removed from the wall of the imperial study for more than ten years, and now he is actually asked to burn it.

But hiding the surprise in his eyes, Xiao Xuanzi complied respectfully.

And Chu Yuheng sat quietly on the dragon chair, watching Xiao Xuanzi take off the painting, his heart didn't soften at all, instead it was swollen and painful.

"Xiao Xuanzi..."

Hearing the sound, Xiao Xuanzi, who was about to go to pick up the painting, stood aside respectfully: "The miscellaneous family is here."

"What did the prime minister look like when he entered the palace that day?"

Obviously he has already asked Xiao Xuanzi again,? This time he asked again, just to know some details that he had neglected.

Xiao Xuanzi was very respectful, as if he had gone through hardships to recall: "My lord looked as usual when he first came, but when he left, he seemed pale and lost his mind, but the miscellaneous family couldn't see clearly."

Pale face, lost soul...

"Why didn't you tell me that day?"

Little Xuanzi murmured for a while before whispering: "Because His Majesty never asked carefully."

That's right, it was he who ignored Rong Mu's problem that time because he never asked carefully...

How could he have the face to blame others.

Chu Yuheng's heart ached, and he wanted to cough up a mouthful of blood from his throat. To suppress the sweet smell of blood, Chu Yuheng had to support the big mahogany carved lacquer table with his elbows, so as not to lose strength and fall down.

He could hardly imagine how desperate Rong Mu would be when he heard the conversation between him and Wen Li.

Everything is wrong.

Obviously what he wanted to say at the beginning was not that, but what fell into Rong Mu's ears was the distorted meaning.

No wonder he said that Ri Wenli was so stubborn that day, and insisted on distorting his meaning.

There was already an inextricable knot between him and Rong Mu, let Rong Mu hear such words...

Suddenly, Chu Yuheng's heart was cut like a knife.

"Xiao Xuanzi, what do you think of me treating Wen Li?"

"The grace is incomparable."

Xiao Xuanzi didn't dare to talk nonsense, he just told His Majesty what he originally said.

After hearing this, Chu Yuheng couldn't help laughing angrily: "The grace is incomparable..."

But he was blind and gave this favor to someone who shouldn't be given it.

"Then what do you think I treat the prime minister?"

"This……"

Xiao Xuanzi paused, and unconsciously licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, not daring to speak nonsense.

But the actual truth is that His Majesty treats the prime minister far better than he treats Wen Li.

Xiao Xuanzi still remembers that when the prime minister went out from His Majesty's study room, the incense burner in the study room fell to the ground and flew ashes everywhere, the carpet and the prime minister's shoes and boots were all dirty...

The Prime Minister put his hand on his chest in the end, and came out trembling, with a faint blush at the corner of his mouth...

That was the first time that Xiao Xuanzi was furious when he saw His Majesty, and he was still the Prime Minister.

Later, he also heard from Eunuch Xi that the Prime Minister had been with His Majesty for some years.

It was obvious that they were important ministers in the court, but secretly the two had already come together.

But if such a glorious person can accompany His Majesty, why doesn't His Majesty feel so distressed, and even give up the Prime Minister for an unknown Wen Li.

Treating each other differently like this, anyone with a discerning eye knows that His Majesty treats the Prime Minister badly.

At present, the imperial study room is quiet, only the crackling sound of charcoal fire from time to time breaks the silence of the room.

Chu Yuheng asked Xiao Xuanzi just now how he was treating Rong Mu, but Xiao Xuanzi remained silent.

Chu Yuheng understood something.

From Xiao Xuanzi's point of view, he must be bad to Rong Mu.

It's no wonder that he would get angry with Rong Mu and even strike.

He was also very kind to Wen Li, no wonder Rong Mu was so annoyed when he came back from northern Xinjiang.

At that time, he only thought that Rong Mu wouldn't be angry, but if he loved deeply, why wouldn't he be angry? Didn't he just get jealous because Rong Mu and Hua Huaiyin got closer.

Ah Mu and Hua Huaiyin only had one meal, and he just ignored Ah Mu like that.

But how many days and nights I spent with Wen Li, how heart-burning this must be in Ah Mu's opinion.

Between him and Ah Mu, the one who is too much has always been himself!

When Xiao Xuanzi took down the paintings on the wall completely, the paintings that had been hanging for more than ten years were rolled into scrolls, wanting to roll up a period of old times.

At this moment, Xiao Xuanzi was holding the picture scroll in his armpit.

Seeing that the emperor didn't order, Xiao Xuanzi immediately stepped back and left.

But Chu Yuheng suddenly said: "Wait."

Xiao Xuanzi stopped respectfully: "Your Majesty?"

Chu Yuheng stared intently at the painting scroll that Xiao Xuanzi was about to bring to be burned: "There is no need to burn this painting, this painting is sent to Wen Li... along with my will just now."

Today's emperor took Wen Li's official position with a decree, which was indeed the second thunderstorm in the beginning of the year in Kyoto.

Who would have expected this to happen.

That person was so favored by the emperor at the end of last year, but he lost his official position in just one month.

As for why it was the second thunderstorm, because the first thunderstorm was still the fire in the prime minister's mansion.

Five years ago, Rong Mu's Lianzhong Sanyuan was mostly glorious in Haojing, but when the news of Rong Mu's death came at the beginning of the year, the whole Haojing was very sad.

On the long street where Rong Mu rode his horse to travel around Haojing, some people even put white cloth strips in front of the windows spontaneously to mourn.

In the court, Rong Mu is the ministers of the court, under one person, above ten thousand; but for the common people, the policies of the prime minister are beneficial to the country and the people.

Ordinary people may not understand those principles, but they know that a good person from Haojing has left.

But life has to pass.

After the year of the year, the heavy snow completely melted away, and then the entire Haojing was poured with heavy rain for a whole week. After the rain stopped, the green grass was everywhere, the willows were green, and Haojing City finally ushered in the beautiful spring after going through the cold winter days.

However, the court hall in early spring is still as cold as winter.

Now the courtiers in the court are trembling, lest they will offend His Majesty if they are not careful.

Without Rong Mu, the court was dead silent and harsh, and the courtiers would be caught out by Chu Yuheng and punished for the slightest mistake.

This is where the court is, every day is going through calamity.

This reminded all the officials of the time when Rong Mu was still there.

Although His Majesty is also addicted to torture, but the soft-hearted Prime Minister stopped him, the atmosphere in the court is acceptable, and it will definitely not be like it is now, with all officials shutting their mouths tightly and daring not to say a word.

Not only the courtiers are aware of the difference in His Majesty this year, but as Chu Yuheng's direct sister, Chu Yumi is even more aware of the changes in her elder brother.

Deliberately pinching the time when Chu Yuheng was going to court, Chu Yumi was waiting for someone in the imperial study.

She was surprised when she came, the painting that was originally hanging on the wall was taken down at some time, and now the wall is empty, filled with an awkward sense of emptiness.

Then she didn't have time to think, Chu Yuheng came down from the court hall and returned to the imperial study.

"Join Your Majesty."

After saluting with respect and respect, Chu Yumi got up and saw that her royal brother was getting thinner and haggard day by day.

"Are you here today for something important?" Chu Yuheng sat on the dragon chair, ready to take a pen to review the papers.

"I copied a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures earlier and wanted to take them to Ah Mu outside the palace, so I want the emperor to allow me to go out of the palace to Qingquan Temple."

As he spoke, Chu Yumi took out three books from his sleeve.

In addition to eating, eating, and daily self-study these days, she is copying Buddhist scriptures. It seems that if she copies more, Rong Mu, who has already passed away, will live a more peaceful and smooth life in the next life.

And she was going to Qingquan Temple tomorrow, when she mentioned Qingquan Temple to the emperor a few days ago, the emperor didn't say a word, so Chu Yumi brought the transcribed Buddhist scriptures to ask for instructions again today.

Qingquan Temple is not the most incensed temple in Haojing, but it is the most effective one.

After she leaves the palace, she will climb up the steps of Minghong Mountain to the peak and pray for Rong Mu.

Chu Yuheng was condescending, and looked at Chu Xiaomi who was dressed in plain clothes under his eyes.

His younger sister has always liked to wear gold and silver, and the palace robes are incomparably gorgeous, but since the man left, Chu Yumi has changed into a completely different attire.

"Then you can leave the palace tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Chu Yuheng reviewed the papers without raising his head.

But Chu Yumi looked at Chu Yuheng's stupefied look as if he had lost his soul, and pursed his lips: "Didn't Brother Huang ask me to bring something to Ah Mu?"

Chu Yuheng shook his head.

It was obvious that he was grading the paper, but every word in front of him just floated by in front of his eyes, without entering his mind at all.

As for what he wanted to prepare for Rong Mu, he had gone up the mountain a few days ago to entrust it to the host.

What face does he have now to mention Rong Mu again.

After Chu Yumi left for a long time, Chu Yuheng still couldn't approve the papers.

He is restless.

In the bedroom in the morning, what he saw when he opened his eyes was Rong Mu who was sleeping beside him, sitting high on the dragon chair when facing up, and the white figure at the head of the civil servants below him, even when he was critiquing the papers just now, he seemed to see Rong Mu sat on the chair and drank tea lightly, with a smile on his face.

It was as if Rong Mu had never disappeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile forever, his transparent glazed eyes were all about him, and the thin lips with clean and neat curves would whisper the word "Your Majesty".

But Chu Yuheng knew clearly that these were all fake.

Rong Mu was already gone.

Even if it was true, Rong Mu wouldn't smile at him like that, after all, before Rong Mu died, he thought he was going to kill him...

How could he kill him!

With great force, the Langhao brush that Chu Yuheng held in his right hand suddenly broke, and the crack in his palm that had just healed seemed to be pierced by the sharp pen holder again.

Chu Yuheng let go of his hand, and the broken pen fell in response.

Looking at the empty wall, Chu Yuheng's expression was inexplicable...

Soon, little Xuanzi who was waiting outside the imperial study room was called in by Chu Yuheng.

It is also accompanied by cinnabar, paint, new pen and ink, and excellent drawing paper.

Chu Yuheng was the only one left in the imperial study.

Chu Yuheng carefully recalled Rong Mu's fantasy that he saw in Qingquan Temple that day.

He wanted to describe that kind of Rong Mu.

An hour later, Xiao Xuanzi took His Majesty's new portrait and sent it to be framed.

But along the way, Xiao Xuanzi's expression was unclear.

Wen Li's portrait was taken down, and now His Majesty wants to frame the portrait of the Prime Minister for hanging on the wall.

The adults are gone, His Majesty is so affectionate now...

It's not funny.

The author has something to say: Come late!Went to defend during the day today, and wrote the current manuscript at night

good night~