After rebirth, he quit the cinnabar mole

"I heard that there will be a major selection in the palace recently?" A voice rang out, it was the prime minister's protégé——Jiang Zhiyuan.

This sentence is like a stone falling into the sea, causing countless waves of water.

Jing Guhan's eyes darkened, and he turned the jade finger of his thumb, "What's your opinion, Ai Qing?"

"The ministers have no intention. It's just that although the emperor is in a promising year, the matter of the crown prince is also a major matter for the family and the country. I hope the emperor will think twice. The empress is a man, and she should not be favored alone. She should be in the rain and dew."

Jiang Zhiyuan represents the prime minister, and also an official who needs to rely on entering the palace to consolidate his power. Jing Guhan is very clear, but he falls on Zhong Chuxun's head.

From just now until now, except for saluting with the crowd, the generals represented by Zhong Chuxun have not said a word.

"I don't know what Marshal Zhong thinks?"

It was said that if Zhong Yanyu's secret letter had not been received, Zhong Chuxun would have pointed at the old noses of those civil servants and cursed!

But imagine that the draft was mentioned by his own son in the letter, and Brother Yu begged himself not to conflict with the emperor over this matter.

He could only sigh helplessly in his heart, then raised his head and said, "What Master Jiang said is absolutely true, and the veteran has no objection."

Jing Guhan paused for a moment when he turned his fingers, his black eyes narrowed, his eyes were dim and unclear, "Marshal Zhong really thinks so?"

Zhong Chuxun bent down and replied: "The draft is for the country, and I dare not object."

Seeing the other party's silence, Jing Guhan thought of the family letters intercepted and copied by the shadow guards, and laughed angrily, "Ai Qing has said so, why do I still refuse?"

Zhong Yanyu, don't you just want to spread the word?

There are only three thousand beauties in the harem, if you don't want to, someone is willing to sleep with you!

As for the draft, the officials had tacitly understood it. After all, the Queen Mother had let the news out and had already started preparations.

They were just an excuse to remind Jing Guhan about the heir of the emperor again, but they never thought that Zhong Chuxun, who is the queen's natal family, would not object?

When things go wrong, there must be a demon——

After the court, they wanted to get some words out of Zhong Chuxun's mouth, but seeing the man's face was cold and murderous, they didn't dare to go forward for a while, and it was too late when he got into the carriage.

In the Kunning Palace, Zhong Yanyu sipped his tea, enjoying himself without Jing Guhan's troubles.

Xun Hui was reporting to him what happened in the early morning court today, and Zhong Yanyu's face changed slightly when he heard about the flood in the south of the Yangtze River.

In his previous life, he remembered that although Jing Guhan introduced policies to control floods, because of the corruption and bribery of the governor of Jiangnan, only one out of ten of the disaster relief money fell into the hands of the victims.

As for the matter of widening the outflow, local officials pushed each other to seize the money and squeeze the hired people as much as possible. After the outbreak of many peasant uprisings in the south of the Yangtze River, the matter could not be resolved.

It took more than half a year for the elder brother to lead the army to quell the chaos, and it took more than half a year to put down the uprisings.

The leader of the rebel army was difficult to deal with, and when Zhong Yanqing came back, he was seriously injured.

"Liu Qing, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Zhong Yanyu thought about it, and instantly became resolute and decisive. He couldn't ignore it. Whether it was for the people of his family, or for his father and brother, he couldn't just watch the tragedy repeat itself.

He thought deeply about the solution, called Liuqing Grinding, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, flowing like clouds and flowing water, its thickness, dryness and dampness, continuous tossing and turning, the thickness and thickness of hidden dew are infinitely variable.

An hour later, two full chapters had been written.

The charcoal fire in the house was booming, and the tip of his nose was a little sweaty.

He looked at the brochure again, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he handed it to Xun Hui, "Let the imperial dining room make some tonic soup, and pass it to Jing Guhan together."

In front of his cronies, he didn't even call the emperor, but called him by his first name, indifferently, even Xun Hui felt a little terrified when he heard it.

"Young master, the emperor summoned Jiang Cairen again last night." He couldn't help reminding.

Zhong Yanyu glanced at him lightly after hearing this, "You did remind me."

He turned his eyes and landed on the gray-stained list of show girls, "I don't know how the Queen Mother is holding the draft? You send someone to find time to go over and ask."

Xun Hui: "..."

Liu Qing took over the job, "In the afternoon, the servant will go to ask Mother Lin if she needs any manpower, just to make some random inquiries."

"But son, it's been a few days since I left Chun."

Hearing this, Zhong Yanyu looked out of the window, her eyes dimmed, the temperature is getting warmer, the winter snow is melting, it is true that spring is coming——

In the royal study——

Xu Chen went inside and reported, "The empress's servants came and said that the empress was worried about her majesty's health, so she specially asked the imperial dining room to make tonic soup, and there are important things to do."

It was said that when Jing Guhan was reviewing the memorial, he accidentally made a heavy stroke.

He put down the vermilion pen, raised his eyes and said, "Let someone come in." His gloomy face softened a little all day long, and even he didn't realize that his tone was softer.

Companion king is like companion tiger, the close old eunuch was startled, how could the empress empress have such a great influence on the emperor?

Liu Qing was holding the soup, and beside her was a maid who was holding a booklet.

They saluted, and Liu Qing, who was the leader, reported respectfully: "The empress is worried about your majesty, so she specially asked the servants to bring the soup. As for the zhezi, the empress said that she has something important to tell your majesty."

"If there is something important, why doesn't he come over in person?" Jing Guhan's mouth curled slightly, and an invisible smile slipped across his eyes.

Naturally she doesn't want to see you, but Liu Qing can't tell the truth, her expression is helpless, "The empress coughed in the middle of the night last night, and now she reluctantly gets up, afraid of colliding with the dragon's body, so in the future, don't blame the emperor."

Jing Guhan was a little impatient when he heard the words, "How is his health? Have you called the imperial doctor? Since he is not feeling well, why bother to do these things, you go back and let him recuperate well."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Liu has already seen her and she has stabilized her condition." Liu Qing replied.

But Jing Guhan was still worried, he turned his jade finger, "Forget it, you go down first."

Xu Chen led him out.

Jing Guhan looked at the two things, finished drinking the tonic soup, and opened the booklet, but his face changed, the more he saw it, the more he was aloof from the world.

The tonic soup is just an ordinary tonic soup, but the book contains amazing wisdom——

"Putting the Kunning Palace tonight, you send someone down to prepare." With a serious face, he said to the eunuch next to him.

The personal eunuch didn't know why, but he went down to make arrangements.

In Xuemei Garden, someone is playing the qin, the sound of the qin is euphemistic and continuous, like spring water meandering from a deep valley, flowing slowly.

The young man's robes are snow-white, spotless, and he is alone. Under those jade hands, the sound of the piano is sometimes urgent like a waterfall, sometimes clear like pearls falling on a jade plate, and sometimes whispering like a whisper.

After a long time, the sound of the zither broke suddenly, and Zhong Yanyu's fingers were covered with bloodstains, and the blood drops fell, showing a little red in the snow.

"My lord, why are you humiliating yourself?" Liu Qing hurriedly sent someone to bring over the medicine and put on a bandage.

Zhong Yanyu didn't care at all, "Liu Qing, you're being serious."

"Your maidservant just doesn't understand, why...why are you like this?" Liu Qing burst into tears.

"How did the unparalleled young master in the past become such a weak and sick person who is cautious in his words and deeds?" Her tears kept falling.

"Are you blaming His Majesty?" Liu Qing asked the biggest doubt in her heart. ?