Your Majesty, I am not worthy

I don't know why,? The news of the emperor's assassination spread all over inside and outside Haojing, and most of the people talked about it. Although they usually care about the government,? But when it comes to matters related to the lord of the country, the people will take the initiative to care about it.

In a Jingya teahouse, Rong Mu and Hua Huaiyin were drinking tea together.

Hua Huaiyin had just returned from a two-day vacation in Daying in the outskirts of Beijing, and today she made an appointment with Rong Mulai not to drink, but to care about Song Du who is beside Rong Mu.

After half a pot of tea, Rong Mu looked at the two sitting opposite each other who were still bored, and finally coughed, interrupting the tenderness of the two: "The major general is reporting on his duties in the suburbs of Beijing, how is it?"

Hua Huaiyin rubbed his head, and suddenly grinned: "Of course that's great. Not only do I live comfortably in the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, but many of my father's old departments are also there."

Rong Mu nodded: "That's good."

Twisting the red paint on the corner of the table with his fingertips, Rong Mu continued to ask calmly: "How is the old general Hua at the mansion now?"

Ever since the banquet in the palace, Rong Mu has never seen Hua Zheng again; the old general has handed over his military power to the outside world, and now he doesn't even have to go to the morning court, Rong Mu is worried about the suspicious Chu Yuheng, so naturally he dare not go to the town more Walk around the Peking University General's Mansion.

"My father..." Hua Huaiyin paused, with a puzzled expression on his face, "I don't know what my father thinks. He just can't stay at the house. He went to Qingquan Temple a few days ago and said he wanted to Go there and say goodbye."

"Qingquan Temple?" Rong Mubo lifted his lips up and down, and three simple words slipped out from the line of his lips carved with a knife.

"However, my father will probably be back soon,? Before he left, he seemed to mention that he was going to Qingquan Temple's Wanen Festival."

When it comes to Thanksgiving, Rong Mu is much more familiar: "It's time to come back."

The Wan'en Festival is a unique festival of Qingquan Temple. It is said that when the temple was founded, the temple was dilapidated, and the mountains and rocks were picked up by the people nearby. Therefore, a seven-day Wan'en Festival was scheduled for the first time when the temple opened. To thank the people for their support.

Later, it gradually became the busiest time of Qingquan Temple after the beginning of spring. The temple provided free fasting meals, and offered small gifts to the pilgrims who went up the mountain step by step to pray for blessings. Sometimes it was the Buddhist scriptures copied by the temple monks, and sometimes It is the bodhi string.

When he was young, Rong Mu also liked to be lively. What he liked most was when the Wan En Ceremony was held in the temple. There were more pilgrims coming and going than usual, and the incense was more prosperous. He also helped the temple to string bodhi hands every year. Chuaner.

But now, Rong Mu knows that Qingquan Temple's Wan'en Festival is over today, and the old general should be back today.

But Qingquan Temple has never kept outsiders, and it is not known whether Old General Hua rests in the temple at night.

But what Rong Mu didn't know even more.When Old General Hua entrusted him to the mage in the temple, what did he say that made him stable in the temple for so many years...

Rong Mu chatted with Hua Huaiyin about other things, from the initial panic of the generals in the camp in the outskirts of Beijing to the recent An Ran, Hua Huaiyin imitated it vividly.

Rong Mu was also relieved, seeing Song Du who didn't talk much when he was around, Rong Mu brushed off his coat with a broken knee, got up and said, "I'll go over there to listen to the books, and you can chat here. "

After saying that, Rong Mu quickly left, leaving the two of them some private time alone.

After choosing a single table not too far away to sit down, Rong Mu reordered a pot of tea, and in less than half a month, even the storyteller in the teahouse produced new storytelling materials.While drinking tea, Rong Mu looked at the storyteller at the corner, and Rong Mu also felt admiration.

People outside the palace have never seen the scene of that day, but they can still describe the imaginary scene vividly.

It was even more emotionally charged than that day.

"Break in with a big sword", "Blood flowed like a river", "The dragon's face will not be damaged under the blood", "Under the voice of the emperor, the remnants of the Northern League will be wiped out by the mighty dragon".

Every word seems to be true...

Rong Mu somewhat doubted that the storyteller in this teahouse was arranged by Chu Yuheng? Otherwise, when the court was full of fear, the emperor who was injured alone was calm and stern, and could still take charge of the overall situation soberly?

Rong Mu couldn't help laughing as he recalled that day when Chu Yuheng donated blood and covered his uninjured lower abdomen, and finally pretended to be seriously injured and fainted.

Chu Yuheng pretended to be seriously injured, and only two days ago he was able to go to court "unharmed".

But Chu Yuheng's method was really good, almost all the courtiers thought that the emperor was going to die soon, the careless ones just breathed a sigh of relief, and the villain who had evil thoughts secretly started to set up arrangements under the court hall.

There were no fewer than three officials who came to him and wanted to "join forces" with him. Rong Mu memorized each of them and handed over the list to the palace; The gate of the mansion was almost trampled down by visiting officials.

And many of them must have been nailed to death by Chu Yuheng, because the "injuries" had obviously improved in the past few days, and Chu Yuheng, who was able to go to court, promoted many officials secretly.

Listening to the storyteller's nonsensical story, Rong Mu shook his head helplessly, mixed Xingran into the tea and drank it down in one gulp.

An hour later, Song Du and Hua Huaiyin had almost talked.

After Rong Mu paid the tea money in advance, he took Song Du and Hua Huaiyin to say goodbye outside the teahouse. Seeing Hua Huaiyin who was obviously a little bit reluctant and Song Du who kept his face cold all the time, Rong Mu couldn't help teasing Meaning: "Major General, let's go back to the camp in the suburbs of Beijing quickly. The errands are done, and some people can never follow the Major General more steadily."

When Rong Mu said this, his eyes were facing Song Du, so Hua Huaiyin could naturally understand the meaning of Rong Mu's words, but he was still somewhat inexplicably negative: "It should be so."

Rong Mu didn't believe his certainty, and when Huahuaiyin's royal horse drove away from Rong Mu's sight, Rong Mu clicked his tongue twice, looked at Song Du with displeasure on his face, and said, "What are you guys doing?" You were fine while drinking tea, why did you two look different after I came?"

The two masters and servants walked side by side on the road, but Song Du politely slowed down his lord by half a step: "Maybe the major general and I are not suitable at all..."

Rong Mu's footsteps froze: "What's the meaning of this? Aren't they all fine?"

"But it won't last long after all." Song Du's words can still be seen in his mourning.

Rong Mu thought about it for a long time when he returned home.

When Song Du was finally called to the study, the sky had already darkened.

Song Du just came over from the back kitchen, and his body was still smelled of fireworks from the dinner in the back kitchen: "When will your lord call your subordinates?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you said during the day that you and Hua Huaiyin are not suitable, I want to talk to you, Adu..."

But Song Du was reluctant to talk about it again: "Your Excellency, you don't need to persuade me, I may not be the same as the Major General after all."

Rong Mu couldn't help laughing: "Are you worried that you two won't be able to stay together in the future? If I say that the matter between you and Hua Huaiyin is known to the higher-ups, are you afraid?"

"Your Majesty's 'superior'...are you speaking of His Majesty?" Song Du never thought that the emperor would know that he and Hua Huaiyin were together.

"Tell the truth to Adu, Hua Huaiyin will never be able to marry a woman in this life, if you don't want him now, he will really be alone for the rest of his life."

Song Du was so nervous that he frowned: "How could this be?"

"Hua Huaiyin has a special status. If he has an heir, his superiors will be worried. Otherwise, how could Adu think that the Hua family could be let off so easily by His Majesty? His Majesty still wanted the life of the Hua family before."

Song Du was in a daze when he heard it, and his cheeks that were not white before were all pale: "Then he is still safe now?"

"That's naturally much better than before." Looking at Song Du's nervous look, Rong Mu said with relief, "So this is what I want to tell you, Adu, I think you still have Huahuaiyin in your heart, Adu. From this point of view, staying with him for the rest of your life is the best protection for him."

Seeing Song Du's silent words, Rong Mu added: "And you don't have to worry, A Du, your matter has passed through the old general Hua's way, and I also plan to let you, A Mu, go to the camp in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Your Excellency, you want to go to the barracks?"

"Doesn't Adu want to be an official of Huahuaiyin? In this case, Adu, you can stay by Huahuaiyin's side. If Huahuaiyin leaves the camp in the suburbs of Beijing in the future and leads troops to the frontier, you will not be in trouble." The two places will be separated, and we will not see each other for a long time."

Rong Mu had already made arrangements for Song Du. Chu Yuheng had plans to let Hua Huaiyin replace Old General Hua to guard the border. If Song Du wanted to accompany Hua Huaiyin, entering the barracks together would be the best result.

Fortunately, Song Du did not refuse, looking at his well-intentioned adults, Song Du nodded: "This subordinate understands, when will this subordinate report for duty?"

"If Adu is willing, you can go tomorrow. There is Huahuaiyin at the other end, and no one will embarrass you."

Early the next morning, the sky was clear and clear. Although the sun had not fully risen, the crimson dawn could be faintly seen in the east.

Under Song Du's service, Rong Mu changed into an official robe. Before entering the palace, Rong Mu took a second look at Song Du: "Today, you must remember to go to the camp in the suburbs of Beijing to report first. There are still a few days before the official entry into the army."

"My subordinates remember it."

"Well, I'll go to court first."

"Go slowly, my lord."

Rong Mu got on the carriage, and saw Rong Mu many times in the early morning light, and the scene along the road along the Prime Minister's Mansion had already been engraved in Rong Mu's heart, but Rong Mu who was passing by the carriage was always excited, seeing Chu Yuheng was a Excellent; the current Rong Mu has already left Chu Yuheng behind, and from time to time he thinks of the days in Lingqi County, and from time to time wanders outside Haojing.

The sky outside is bright, the water is clear, and even the grass leaves in spring are greener than Haojing.

Looking at the scenery outside, Rong Mu arrived at the main hall of Shangchao under the sound of the carriage rumbling.

But when it was a little late, all the officials came together, with fear on their faces, and apprehension in their eyes when they looked at Rong Mu.

Rong Mu's expression was indifferent.

This situation has been going on for almost three days. Since Chu Yuheng's "injury" healed and he was able to go to court, the officials of the court have changed a lot. A group of generals have been promoted. It went up and down a lot.

Yesterday, for the first time ever, three officials were mobilized in succession.

Only the prime minister, the head of civil servants, is still appreciated by His Majesty.

But in the condensed atmosphere of the main hall, Chu Yuheng came with little Xuanzi, wearing a dragon robe, walking unhurriedly but with an unstoppable majesty.

But when the emperor was seated, the officials who were originally a little scattered stood in an orderly manner, not daring to raise their heads, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Little Xuanzi was familiar with the road, and when he swished the dust whisk, his voice was squeezed: "If you have a book, you will play early, and if you don't have a book, you will go back to court."

No one stepped forward.

But it's not that nothing is going on in the country, Rong Mu raised his eyelids, bowed his waist and stepped forward: "I have something to say!"

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