Your Majesty, I am not worthy

After Rong Mu finished speaking, faint blue veins appeared on Chu Yuheng's sideways neck.

The word "beheading" is light and floating, like the wind passing away suddenly, it disappeared as soon as it brushed his ears.

But he could hear clearly.

What Rong Mu just said was whether he cut off Wenli's head...

Wen Li committed the crime of deceiving the emperor first, and also has the identity of the son of the empire. Chu Yuheng also thought about taking Wen Li's life.

But the idea of ​​dealing with Wen Li was quickly suppressed by him.

Even though Wen Li was not the person who saved him back then, he still needs Wen Li to find the person who really saved him back then.

Chu Yuheng tidied up his dilapidated mood, and didn't hide anything from Rong Mu: "I won't behead him,? I still need to find someone important from him."

"Then what does His Majesty mean? At the end of the day, His Majesty will not do anything to Wen Li." Rong Musong rolled up a few sleeves, such a small gesture caught the eye under the moon.

After all, Wen Li is the son of an enemy country. According to the previous laws, Wen Li would definitely not be able to enter Haojing alive without Chu Yuheng's protection.

"I kept him first, not because I still have thoughts about him." Chu Yuheng kept looking at the expression of the person in front of him.

The moonlight was cold, and Rong Mu's face was also sternly cold. Chu Yuheng suddenly felt a dry cough in his throat, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and added: "But my court will not reuse him again." It’s okay, let’s raise it in Zhuangzi,? It won’t hinder your eyes or mine.”

"As Your Majesty wishes." Rong Mu tugged at his rolled up sleeves, and he felt a sense of comfort in every gesture.

What about Wen Li has nothing to do with him.

Now he himself is devastated, he can't take care of himself.

But Chu Yuheng was much calmer.

Xu arrived in Haojing, Chu Yuheng was more relaxed and wanton than when he went south to the south of the Yangtze River. Every time Chu Yumi got into the carriage, there was no one in private at the moment. Chu Yuheng put his most worrying I told Rong Mu about it.

"Hua Zheng will be back from outside the pass in a few days. When he comes back this time, I think you, A Mu, will officially show up in Haojing."

Chu Yuheng's original intention was to find a reason to explain the fire in the prime minister's mansion after returning to Beijing, so Rong Mu couldn't stay curled up in the prime minister's mansion all the time.

And when Hua Zheng came back, the celebration banquet was a must, and it was a good opportunity to push Rong Mu in front of others again.

But what Rong Mu cares about is not that he will return to the front of others.

The moonlight swayed on the hair, and Rong Mu's black hair was covered with a layer of suppressed silence under the moonlight: "The old general Hua returned to Beijing, what should His Majesty do?"

"..." Chu Yuheng squinted at Rong Mu, and there was a sense of probing in it, "Ah Mu, what do you think I should do?"

"Your Majesty will not let Old General Hua go."

Chu Yuheng didn't deny that he was talking about his thoughts: "It's fine if he doesn't come back. Back then, it was my greatest kindness that he could spend his whole life in northern Xinjiang."

"But now that General Hua has returned to Beijing, His Majesty wants to attack him?"

The corners of Rong Mu's mouth were tense, and his whole body was more like a tightly closed clam.

Chu Yuheng felt inexplicable: "Ah Mu, why do you care so much about Hua Zheng?"

"Your Majesty, don't you realize that the atmosphere in the court has changed?"

"Changed?" Chu Yuheng shook his head, not understanding what he meant, "When the court is cleared, I can control it with ease."

"When the first emperor was at the time, it was no longer the military dictatorship, and the warlords fought in melee; on the contrary, the civil officials were extremely wanton, and the military generals were suppressed. Now your majesty knows that in order to prevent the military generals from seizing power and mutiny and political transfer, your majesty has done everything to the Hua family. What, how many generals can the current imperial court have?"

"Ah Mu, are you pleading for the Hua family?" Chu Yuheng gritted his white teeth.

After Rong Mu said so much, his final intention was to make him look at the Hua family again, and even let the Hua family go.

The veins on the neck were ferocious, and Chu Yuheng put down the ultimatum: "Although what you said, Mu, is the truth, how much benefit did the Hua family give you to make you change from following me to suppress the Hua family?" You have to speak for the Hua family!"

In the end, the two broke up unhappy.

For the first time, Rong Mu was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Chu Yuheng, but as soon as he returned to Haojing, he was easy to argue with Chu Yuheng.

Seeing Chu Yuheng get into the carriage, Rong Mu who was in the lower place looked at each other from a distance, not taking a step further.

Before the carriage completely disappeared in front of his eyes, Rong Mu turned around.

Back home under the moonlight, the conversation with Chu Yuheng left Rong Mu more annoyed.

After all, that man is the Son of Heaven, so he won't always treat him with a good temper.

The angles of the two are different, and Chu Yuheng's dislike of military generals is deeply rooted, which makes Rong Mu, who is eager to change Chu Yuheng's thinking, quite troublesome.

He knew that there was no other way to come back, but he absolutely couldn't do the thing of old general Hua returning to the capital, and he was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, standing by and watching.

Depressed, Rong Mu returned to the back room with a lonely face.

Steward Zhou was a little worried about his lord's health, so he asked Dr. Song to give Rong Mu a pulse.

Mrs. Song was still in the mansion before, but Zhou Steward was careful, and now that Rong Mu was gone, he tried his best to keep everything in the mansion as it was.

Doctor Song also stayed in the mansion.

At that moment, Dr. Song's cloudy eyes turned back and forth, and Dr. Song's frowning finally eased. Dr. Song stroked the goat's beard neatly, and the old doctor smiled: "My lord's pulse was deep and weak before." , now my breath is smooth, and my body is fully recovered."

Only then did Steward Zhou breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that it is still useful for adults to go out to take care of their health. Looking at Haojing this day, if adults stay in Haojing all the time, they will inevitably be sick, which is not perfect."

After asking Dr. Song some instructions, Housekeeper Zhou sent Dr. Song out of the house.

As soon as he turned around, Steward Zhou saw that his lord was listless, so Steward Zhou also raised his heart, and was still a little worried, whether his lord talked with the emperor inappropriately.

"My lord, but Your Majesty made things difficult for you?" Butler Zhou's low voice broke the silence.

Rong Mufang stepped down from the imperial concubine's couch and sat down on the stool, raised his head and looked at Butler Zhou, with a bit of an uneasy bitter smile from the corner of his mouth: "There's never a time when you're not embarrassed."

That is His Majesty embarrassing his own adults.

Butler Zhou was not sure what the emperor meant.

Today, the lord of the family who the Holy Majesty went to find in person is now froze again, and housekeeper Zhou doesn't understand.

But he did see how much the emperor valued his own adults this year.

After stretching his waist, Steward Zhou said suspiciously: "Your Majesty seems to have an adult in his heart... Otherwise, His Majesty would not come to the Prime Minister's Mansion from time to time to see things and think about others in the year after your Excellency left. His Majesty arranged for people to carefully restore the house after the fire.”

Rong Mu propped his chin up with one hand, while the fingertips of the other hand were still twirling around the corner of the carved lacquer red table.

The table in front of him was new, but it had been imitated perfectly, and even the cracked fingernail-sized part had been fully restored.

His finger was poked bluntly, Rong Mu smiled silently, and did not refute Butler Zhou's words: "Yes, he probably has me in his heart."

But even though Rong Mu knew that he had a second or third place in Chu Yuheng's heart, he didn't dare to rely on this second or third place to fight to protect the Hua family.

Chu Yuheng distinguishes private affairs from public affairs better than anyone else.

Once the news that he is Hua's son spreads, Chu Yuheng's trust in him will collapse in an instant...

At that time, he could really pack himself up and die together with Hua Jiashuan.

It's just a pity that he still doesn't know why Chu Yuheng has such dislike towards generals.

Chu Yuheng's loathing was like the people from the Hua family once picked his bones and bloodthirsty, and committed unforgivable crimes.

Rong Mu couldn't think of a reason, so the lights in the Prime Minister's Mansion went out.

Chu Yuheng who had just returned to the palace was still busy with official duties.

At present, the lights were on in the imperial study room, Zhao Langqing also stayed in the palace to discuss the political affairs during this period with Chu Yuheng.

Except for the inappropriate handling of Huazheng's return to Beijing, Chu Yuheng re-read the rest of the documents that Chu Yumi had handled. Although it was the first time to take over the government, Chu Yumi handled it fairly.

Of course, Zhao Langqing also has some credit for this.

Chu Yuheng read the few papers about Huazheng's return to Beijing in his hand several times.

According to the booklet, Huazheng asked to return to Beijing after leading troops to defeat the enemy.

He thought Hua Zheng understood what he meant.

Huazheng went to northern Xinjiang to guard in misery, so he could still save Huazheng's life; but Huazheng wanted to return to Beijing...

Chu Yuheng's heart was full of ruthlessness, and the bones of his hands that climbed over the memorial were also extraordinarily hard, and soon left deep indentations on the bamboo paper.

The author has something to say: There may be more at nine o'clock in the evening~