Mountains and rivers hand in hand, smile for you

Since Nan Ji left, Jing Huan has lived like this for seven years, until today.

He couldn't help but wonder how Nan Ji was doing.

When the master told himself that he could go out of the mountain, he almost jumped up for joy.

Jing Huan, formerly known as Baili Jing Huan.He is the current prince of Baili Kingdom.

Jing Huan returned to the palace very low-key.

Walking on the palace road, you can see people stopping their work everywhere and shouting loudly: "Welcome His Highness the Crown Prince back to the palace, Your Highness is a thousand years old!"

Jing Huan secretly smiled, this must be the father's greeting in advance.

The first thing Jing Huan did when he returned to the palace was to meet his father.

"Father, my son is back!" Jing Huan threw himself on Bai Lihua and couldn't help but kiss him.

"Huan'er is as naughty as he was when he was a child!" Bai Lihua pampered Jing Huan's head.

"It's not all the fault of the father, who sent his son to the old forest in Senshan at the age of ten." Jing Huan pretended to be angry.

"Your mother died early, and her only wish was to let you live a youth without disputes. The emperor only has you as a son, and entrusting you to the ghost hand is to protect you, and also to protect the only blood of the royal family. Wronged Huaner." Bai Lihua said with a choked voice.

Bai Lihua, the king of a generation, has only loved Jing Ling in his life, that is, Jing Huan's mother.For Jing Ling, he abolished the harem and only doted on her, refreshing the annals of kingship.

"Don't be wronged! Don't be wronged! I just miss my father so much!"

"Father also wants Huan'er." Bai Lihua patted Jing Huan's head and said, "Is Huan'er tired too? Let's have a good rest tonight!"

"Can I sleep with my father tonight?"

"Okay, it's just time for us to catch up with each other."

What Jing Huan is most satisfied with is that there is no group of jealous women in the palace.He happily huddled with Bailihua, chatting without saying a word.He talked about a lot of interesting things he encountered in the mountains, and also briefly talked about Nan Ji, and Bai Lihua also talked about a lot of things in the palace, nothing major.

Until we talked about the current situation of the four major countries.

"Father, you said that the current emperor of the Shang Kingdom is called Shang Ji?" Jing Huan was a little surprised.The difference between Shang Ji and Nan Ji is just one word.Nan Ji's hometown is Shang Kingdom, his appearance is a mystery, Jing Huan will not still be so stupid as to think that he was trafficked.Recalling the unusual temperament of Nan Ji back then, Jing Huan had a bold guess in his heart: could Nan Ji be Shang Ji?

"Seven years ago, there was a civil strife in the Shang country. It was reported that the second prince of the Shang country, Shang Ji, died suddenly. The eldest prince wanted to seize the throne. But not only did Shang Ji not die, but he also used his previous prestige to unite with several ministers. Defeated the first prince and seized the throne. I have to say, it is really admirable to have such ability at such a young age."

Such a coincidence?seven years ago?

"How long has he disappeared?" Jing Huan asked.

"About a month."

Jing Huan wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect that Nan Ji, who was about to die, was actually a prince, and he actually saved a future emperor?

It seems that he is indeed capable of supporting himself, so he won't be the crown prince at all in the future, but just go eat and drink for a few days!

Jing Huan was only interested in Shang Ji, and he didn't listen much to the situation in other countries, so he slowly fell asleep after a while.

Bailihua lifted the quilt for Jing Huan and closed her eyes.

Shang Ji was sitting in the imperial study at this time, staring at his arms in a daze.

The word 'Jing Huan' on the arm has already formed a scar.But the handwriting was clear, and there was no sign of anything good.

Jing Huan, who is it?

For seven years, he asked himself over and over again, who is Jing Huan?

How could I engrave these two words on my arm?

He also sent people to ask if there was a man named Jing Huan in Shang country, but they couldn't find anything.

Whenever he thinks of Jing Huan, he will have a slight headache, and there is always a voice in his mind that keeps saying, to find him, to find him.But there is nothing but the name.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night." The eunuch Ah Fu's voice sounded outside the door.

"Understood." Shang Ji shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.

"Where is the emperor going to sleep tonight?"

"Forget about tonight, I'm tired."

Accompanied by Ah Fu, Shang Ji returned to his bedroom. After Ah Fu stepped back, a black shadow landed in the corner of the bedroom.

"A Yin, how is the matter going?" Shang Ji said to the shadow.

Ah Yin is Shang Ji's most capable and trusted assistant in recent years, no matter what, he will let him handle it, and he handles it very well every time.

"Back to the emperor, the country of Qiao is currently in turmoil, the emperor is extravagant and corrupt, and the people are miserable."

"A Yin, you did a good job." Shang Ji looked at A Yin with admiration.

"Your Majesty has given me the prize, Qiao Guo's power is gone, may I ask when the Majesty plans to make a move?"

"No rush." ​​Shang Ji waved his hand, "Back off."

"Yes."

After a while, the house returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Shang Ji raised the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

Qiao Guo, not far away.