King's Landing [Rebirth]

The emperor was seriously ill, and Wang Shuzhi, as the head of all officials, immediately went to the palace to preside over the overall situation. At the same time, he ordered all levels to block the news, and all roads leading to the capital were under martial law.

The emperor was in a coma, and the imperial physician said tactfully that whether he could survive this catastrophe was entirely up to God's will. His words stirred up a thousand waves of excitement, and everyone's hearts became alive. Just watching Wang Shuzhi guarding the palace day and night, he felt more about Wang Shuzhi's death. The power of the Wang family is overwhelming, thinking of the catastrophe that the Wang family encountered not long ago, he can't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and secretly rejoicing that he didn't make trouble in the past.

Empress Yu came out of the emperor's bedroom, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Wang Shuzhi approaching from a distance. Although his face was haggard, his figure was as handsome and unrestrained as ever, and his eyes could not help but sink slightly.

Wang Shu went forward to salute, and he couldn't find any faults, except that his smile was quite meaningful.

Empress Yu's eyes sharpened, and she smiled: "Your prime minister has worked hard."

"Sharing your Majesty's worries is the duty of the minister." Wang Shuzhi smiled, but his eyes were reddish, obviously he had not slept well recently, "The empress should take care of the phoenix body, and this place is for the minister to guard."

Empress Yu gritted her teeth secretly, and smiled at him: "Prime Minister, you don't need to rush in, the Queen Mother is inside, and you probably don't want to be disturbed." She gave him another hard look, turned and left.

Wang Shuzhi was startled, slightly surprised in his heart.

The empress dowager and the emperor have always been at odds, this is no longer a secret, now that the emperor is seriously ill, it is reasonable for the empress dowager to come to visit, but he never expected that the empress dowager would run here every day, and there would be several Every time, Shi Chen was held until he was extremely tired before being supported to go back to rest, and he looked like a loving mother, which was very strange.

Empress Yu returned to her own palace, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, she ordered someone to grind the ink with a sullen face, and then wrote a secret letter, handed it to her trusted servant, and ordered in a low voice: "Be sure to send it to the prince. "

"Yes." The servant responded respectfully, hid the secret letter and left in a hurry, all the way to the imperial storehouse, and stuffed the secret letter into the hands of a palace man who was in charge of getting in and out of the ingredients, "Remember to take it out of the palace tomorrow."

The palace man understood, nodded and quickly put away the secret letter, but he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes staring at it in the dark.

On the next day, Empress Yu's secret letter finally left the capital after going through several twists and turns. The person who sent the letter galloped all night, dreaming of the dream of being rewarded for meritorious service. He couldn't help but turn pale with shock, as soon as he pulled out the saber at his waist, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his chest that reached his heart, and suddenly he froze, and looked down, a sharp arrow stuck out from his chest, the arrow was dripping with blood.

In the prime minister's mansion, Sima Rong took the secret letter from Pei Liang, opened it and read it. As expected, it was indeed a letter from Empress Yu urgently summoning the prince back to the palace.

"Yes." Pei Liang replied calmly, but was greatly surprised in his heart.

On the one hand, the prime minister asked him to investigate this Mr. Yan Qing, and on the other hand he ordered himself to obey his instructions. For a rough man, he really didn't understand what was going on between the prime minister and the two of them.

Sima Rong burned the secret letter and smiled at him: "Master Pei has worked hard."

Pei Liang didn't do everything by himself, so of course it wasn't hard work, knowing that he was being polite, he didn't say much, nodded and said: "If you have no other orders, my lord, this subordinate will leave first."

"Ah."

Hearing that his voice was quite calm, Pei Liang felt more and more that he was extraordinary, so he couldn't help but glanced at him, and retreated silently.

There is only one figure left in the study, long and long projected on the window paper, silent and peaceful.

Now that the dark tide is raging in Beijing, Empress Yu urgently summons the prince back to Beijing, the four princes meet courtiers in secret, and the Wang family blocks the news. Everything is going on in secret. King Jing wrote letters one after another, asking if he could arrange for the second prince to return to the palace.

But Sima Rong said to wait two more days, he firmly believed that the emperor would wake up, even if it was really different from his previous life, just looking at the current situation in the court, he would not be able to settle down for a while, the return of the second prince to the palace at this time was very subtle, It is bound to become the target of public criticism.

Sima Rong wandered around the study alone a few times, drooping his eyes in thought, sat down again after a while, dipped his pen in the ink, and wrote while thinking. He was not satisfied with half of the writing, and was about to rewrite it, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from outside. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he hurriedly put down his pen and got up with a flick of his sleeves.

Wang Shuzhi pushed the door open and entered, his eyes fell on his deep eyes, and he suddenly smiled and walked towards him: "Yan Qing."

Hearing his hoarse voice, Sima Rong hastily poured tea and handed it to him, looking around his face, couldn't hide his concern: "The prime minister hasn't returned for a few days, it's rare to come back tonight, let's have a good rest."

Wang Shuzhi originally thought that he would ask about the situation in the palace first, but he couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, and then he was pleasantly surprised, thinking of his previous initiative, he couldn't help but throbbed for a while, he drank the tea in his hand, and didn't let go after drinking, Looking straight at him: "Yan Qing, am I dreaming?"

Sima Rong looked at the hand held by him, and the image of the two of them entangled with each other suddenly rushed out of his mind, the tips of his ears burned, and the bottom of his heart suddenly stirred, because he no longer concealed it, his dark eyes looked like spring flowers blooming , Silky fastening, stretching thousands of miles.

Wang Shuzhi was fascinated by it, and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch his chin, rubbing his thumb against his lips.

Sima Rong came back to his senses, grabbed his hand, and smiled: "The Prime Minister will enter the palace again tomorrow morning, go and rest."

Wang Shuzhi acted like a rascal, he pecked him on the lips, and said with a low smile, "You stay with me."

Sima Rong pointed to the case: "I'll finish writing it first."

That is a promise.

Wang Shuzhi smiled deeply, hugged him contentedly, and sighed: "It seems that it is really not a dream." He glanced at the paper on the desk and picked it up curiously.

Sima Rong's eyelids twitched.

"Cough..." Wang Shuzhi was choked up, his face was extremely ugly, and he stared fiercely at the bone-numbing words on the paper, "This, this... these obscene songs... are you writing them?"

Sima Rong looked uncomfortable: "Yes."

Wang Shuzhi gritted his teeth and stared at him in disbelief: "This is for women!"

Sima Rong saw that his face was so stinky, he suddenly felt amused, held back, but couldn't hold back, and smiled back with a smile on his lips: "Yeah."

Wang Shuzhi's face turned pale, and he stared blankly at him.

Seeing that he was serious, Sima Rong hurriedly took the paper out of his hand, but he squeezed it tightly, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Prime Minister has been tired for a few days, is he so tired?"

The corners of Wang Shuzhi's eyes twitched, he grabbed his hand instead, and said coldly, "Who did you write to?"

"Writing all this, my scalp is going numb." Sima Rong looked straight at him, holding back his smile, "Do you think I can do such a thing?"

For a moment, the chill was raging, and the two stared at each other like fighting beasts.

Wang Shuzhi looked at him for a long time, the coldness in his eyes faded away, he put away his ugly face, sighed and patted his forehead: "Oh, I was confused, it seems that I really should go to sleep."

Sima Rong looked down, pulled out the paper, and threw it on the desk: "Yes."

Wang Shuzhi quickly hugged him, and said in a low voice, "Yan Qing, it was my fault, I was stunned for a while, and I didn't think much about it."

Sima Rong raised his eyebrows: "Haven't you thought about it?"

"Cough..." Wang Shuzhi smiled, "I'm thinking too much, I've lost my mind."

Sima Rong was noncommittal.

Wang Shuzhi looked at him and saw that he was not happy or angry, so he couldn't help beating his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.

Sima Rong breathed heavily, and subconsciously closed his eyes without flinching.

Wang Shuzhi was overjoyed, he plundered him fiercely before releasing him, knowing that he wasn't annoying him, he couldn't help smiling, looking at him with bright affection.

Sima Rong made him look hot for a while, quickly looked away, picked up the piece of paper again: "You take a good look at it."

Wang Shuzhi realized that there was something strange in it, but this time he looked carefully, his eyes flickered slightly: "This is the prince's handwriting."

"Ah."

"Wonderful!" Wang Shuzhi laughed, and gave him a meaningful look, "Unexpectedly, Yan Qing could even imitate the prince's handwriting.

Sima Rong remained calm: "As long as I have seen it, I will imitate one or two. The prince is self-confident, so many calligraphy and paintings are left outside the palace, and the prime minister's mansion also has his authentic works."

Wang Shuzhi's face was stunned, but there was another calculation in his heart. It was not a few days' work to see that the handwriting was fake. It seemed that he was indeed involved with the second prince, King Jing and others, but he thought about his change of attitude towards him. Some looked forward to his frank confession, so without further words, he put the paper on the case and said with a smile: "Will you write a few sentences for me some other day?"

The corner of Sima Rong's eyes twitched fiercely, and he said stiffly, "It's difficult for a strong man."

"How come?" Wang Shuzhi tapped on the piece of paper with a smile, and said with emotion, "What a literary talent, it's really exciting!"

Sima Rong's face turned dark suddenly.

"Cough...I'm going to see my mother." Wang Shuzhi knew the current affairs and prepared to leave.

Sima Rong didn't expect that he came to her first when he came back, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, all the embarrassment and unhappiness disappeared, and took a deep look at him: "Okay."

Wang Shuzhi hurried to Mrs. Wang's place, said a few words about himself, and then cut straight to the point: "Mother, I will send someone to escort you back to Kuaiji tomorrow."

Seeing his haggard look, Mrs. Wang was very distressed, she nodded and said: "I'm planning on this too, now that the situation is unclear, it's inconvenient for me to go out and walk around, and I'm bored staying in the mansion, but I leave you here alone to carry the burden." , I'm not worried."

"Why don't you worry about it? I've made all the arrangements, and nothing will happen."

Seeing his smiling face, Mrs. Wang suddenly became angry and said angrily, "You won't listen to me telling you to marry a wife! Then Yan Qing is no matter how capable he is, will he serve others? Look at you now, It looks like no one is hurting!"

Wang Shuzhi saw that she had tears in her eyes while she was talking, and he panicked immediately, and quickly comforted him: "There are so many servants, why is there no one to serve you? Didn't Yan Qing just plan to accept me? In the future, he will take care of me." It hurts, don't worry, mother."

Mrs. Wang was used to his thick skin, so she didn't take it seriously, but she became more annoyed when she changed her mind: "He agreed? If he agreed, you will send me away! Do you think my old lady is an eyesore?!"

Wang Shuzhi knew that his mother had a clear heart, these words sounded unreasonable, but in fact it was just awkwardness in his heart, he couldn't laugh or cry, and burst out a series of good words, finally comforting her.

Mrs. Wang urged him to go back to rest, and sat alone on the couch after closing the door, staring at the emptiness of darkness for a long time, and sighed faintly after a long while: "It's easy for you to let go, and you don't want to set foot in the court, your grandfather The two of you are really more capable than the other, and you put Nuo's big burden on him, you don't feel sorry for me..."

Wang Shuzhi stood outside the door, shook his head and sighed silently, walked away with light steps, let the servants wait on him to wash up at will, wandered to Sima Rong's residence, and fell asleep.

Hearing some noises in a daze, he was happy in his heart, but he couldn't open his eyelids, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Sima Rong looked at him by the candlelight, saw that he had changed his clothes and looked much better, he felt a little relieved, took off his shoes and covered the quilt, and lay down beside him.

Wang Shuzhi seemed to have sensed something, so he stretched out his arms and hugged him.

Sima Rong looked at him steadfastly, with deep eyes, raised his hand to rub the center of his frowning brows, and he quickly caught him.

"Yan Qing..."

"Huh?" Sima Rong waited for a long time but did not hear a response, and knowing that he was asleep, he held his hand and fell asleep soon.