Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

Lu Yunchuan had long suspected that Ming Wanzhao was gradually recovering. A few days ago, he could not see the pearl bird clearly in the cage, but now he can see the butterfly, which further confirmed his guess.

Butterfly ran rampant in the house for a long time, the moment it flew out of the window, Ming Wanzhao chased after him suddenly, looked at Dieying and said: "Fly away." Lu Yunchuan untied the knife and said, "Your Majesty Bo just smile, if you keep it I'm afraid I won't be able to raise them well."

Ming Wanzhao's lips curled into a faint smile, and he said something beautiful in a soft voice.

He could actually only see a blur of red.

Lu Yunchuan always coaxes him with things from outside the palace, or wild flowers on the street, or decorations from small stalls, and Ming Wanzhao puts them in the same small box, and puts them together with the box where the wooden sign is placed. .

Although the butterfly flew away, Ming Wanzhao still put the grass cage over seriously. When he got up, his arm knocked against the corner of the cabinet, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Lu Yunchuan saw that he was standing there without moving for a while, and when he walked over, he saw the little emperor's face turned pale, and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

Ming Wanzhao just took the medicine, now it hurts to touch it lightly, the sharp corners are like a sharp knife for cutting bones and flesh, he waited for a moment, and then spoke softly

Said, "It's all right."

Lu Yunchuan stared at him, and repeated slowly: "Are you okay?"

When his face was cold, his tough and handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of evil spirits that were not angry and majestic, and his eyes were fierce, like a falcon.

Ming Wanzhao lowered his eyes as if in fear, and whispered in an ignorant voice, "Are you going to kill me?"

"I want..." Lu Yunchuan was speechless for a moment, unable to laugh or cry, so he pinched the little emperor's soft cheeks and said fiercely, "Yes, I want to kill you, why?

What? "

Ming Wanzhao sighed as if resigned to his fate, a little childish, but also pretending to be old-fashioned, and shook his head solemnly: "I am the emperor, I can't be cruel.

I. "

Lu Yunchuan raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that the little emperor tilted his head and pondered for a while, he said softly, "You can."

It's like a compromise in desperation.

Lu Yunchuan said, "I can?" "Yeah." Ming Wanzhao was pinched in pain, but as if nothing had happened, he raised his sleeve and pointed to the pile of gadgets outside the palace and said, "Brother Lu always sends If something comes, you can kill me."

Lu Yunchuan had nothing to do with him, so he let go, then tapped Ming Wanzhao's forehead with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "I see that His Majesty is very clever, and he can calculate clearly.

White. "

Ming Wanzhao smiles foolishly, but his eyebrows are still picturesque.

The little emperor seems to still have a lot of secrets, Lu Yunchuan really thinks that he is not that stupid, at least not as stupid as the rumors outside that he can't tell the difference between people and animals.

"Do you still want to listen to the book tonight?" Lu Yunchuan hooked Ming Wanzhao's shoulder and led him back to the table.But he is too tall, and his shoulders and backs have become a hugging posture.

Ming Wanzhao's eyes are inconvenient, and Ming Rong's calligraphy and ink are mixed with gum, and when it dries up, it will bulge slightly. If you stroke it lightly, you will know what you are writing.

But it is still not as convenient as Lu Yunchuan reading to him.

Ming Wanzhao nodded obediently, and said, "Yes."

Lu Yunchuan sat at the table with him, opened the pages of the book by candlelight, and said slowly: "The birds of prey will strike, and the wings will fly lowly; the beasts will fight, and the ears will bow down."

V..."

His voice was deep and soft, and there was a mountain of paper between the words, but he stopped suddenly.

Lu Yunchuan looked at the words and sentences in the book, and looked at Ming Wanzhao who was full of seriousness with a smile that was not a smile, and gently uttered the second half of the sentence: "A sage will move, he must have a foolish look."

Ming Wanzhao didn't seem to hear his teasing and pointing, like a cup of cold tea, calm and serene.

He is not a saint, but a ruthless person who can be used by anyone.

Ming Wanzhao laughed at himself, but couldn't help thinking badly.

yeah, so what?His fate is fixed, and he cannot escape. If anyone gets involved with him, the chains of the city of Yijing will pierce through the bones, and each other's fates are intertwined, and no one can leave.

It's been the next day since Lu Yunchuan left the palace. Last night he read for half the night before putting him to sleep. Ming Wanzhao came up to him to ask

Said: "My lord, go back home?" "Let's go and have a meal." Lu Yunchuan's voice was a little hoarse.

You Jin has always been silent and seldom speak. He was mature and prudent when he was young, and he couldn't hold back a word all day. Now he couldn't help but ask: "What exactly is your son doing?"

Lu Yunchuan glanced at him, "Why?"

You Jin thought about it and said: "This subordinate shouldn't speak up, but the young master seems to treat His Majesty differently from others?"

"How can you treat the Son of Heaven like others?" Lu Yunchuan replied confidently, walking swiftly with his steps.

You Jin choked.

He was raised in Rongsu Duke's Mansion since he was a child to serve as Lu Yunchuan's personal guard, so he naturally knew this young master's arrogant and unruly temperament, and even occasionally trembled because of it, for fear that Lu Yunchuan would play off and trap himself in it.

But as time went on, You Jin knew that although Lu Yunchuan seemed reckless and reckless, he was actually more cautious than anyone else.

If the Yijing court hall is muddy water, then the current royal family is stagnant water. He couldn't figure out why Lu Yunchuan was so shrewd, why he stepped into it.

Looking at Lu Yunchuan's back, You Jin sighed inwardly.

He came to Beijing for revenge, but after avenging his wife, can the young master get out of the quagmire of Yijing?

The noodle stalls on the street were noisy, Lu Yunchuan and You Jin sat eating noodles with their official robes still on.

Lu Yunchuan didn't pay much attention to those things. He ate stone-like cakes in the ice and snow during the war with the people from northern Xinjiang, and he could get his fill at the noodle stalls on the street. Passing by, Lu Yunchuan heard a very soft voice, and then he stopped for a moment, his eyes darkened.

You Jin didn't hear clearly, but seemed to sense it, put down his chopsticks and said, "A man from Jiang Zhou?"

After taking his last mouthful of noodles, Lu Yunchuan put down the empty bowl and chopsticks together, and said: It's okay, Lu Linxian got a cold shoulder in the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and now he is going to the cabinet. "

It was expected, Lu Linxian must have murderous intentions that day, who would have thought that after the medicine was poured into Lu Yunchuan's cup, he would be the one who was hunted down instead.

In this way, even outsiders come to watch, this game of chess Lu Yunchuan must be unclean.

You Jin was worried, "Young Master took Jin Ru away, I'm afraid I'll leave something behind."

"The handle?" Lu Yunchuan wiped his mouth, and asked, "What's the handle? I am also the one who suffers in this case." You Jin hesitated: "There is no guarantee that this basin of dirty water will not be held on our heads."

Lu Yunchuan laughed and said slowly, "Evidence?"

You Jin was taken aback.

As if heartless, Lu Yunchuan took out a copper coin and put it on the table, slammed, "You can't wrong someone who is responsible for something without evidence, right?"

Before You Jin could answer, Lu Yunchuan got up and left, and he still didn't forget to call him, "The Ministry of Punishment should have something to say today, let's go, go to the cabinet to see what's going on.

noisy. "

You Jin: "..."

Often because of the big heart of the master, he is particularly worried.