Supreme pardon

Compared with the last time when Zhan He led the team to the [-]th District, Pan Zhiyi's trip this time was much less ostentatious. More than a dozen vehicles and more than [-] guards rushed to the [-]th District at the fastest speed.

Before people set off, Qianye came to see them off, and with a sincere tone, sighed: "Why did you make this trip by yourself?"

Although they are both counselors, unlike him who has followed Zhanpei for decades, Pan Zhiyi has only been in the power center for five years. He is younger than him, but his tactics are not inferior to him, and the former field is very optimistic about him.

The danger of this errand is uncertain, if according to his mind, he doesn't want the other party to take this risk.

With a shame on his face, Pan Zhiyi said in a soft voice, "I came up with the previous plan, and I made every effort to get the king to go to the tenth district. If the plan fails, I should always take the responsibility."

"I knew it." Shaking his head, Qian Ye stared at the person in front of him seriously, and persuaded him, "No matter what plan there is, there is a possibility of failure, you don't have to worry about it, and this miscalculation is also a mistake. Not with you."

"Yes." Although Pan Zhiyi replied, his tone was low, which showed that he was still blaming himself for this matter.

Maeno couldn't persuade him anymore, so he could only reach out and pat the back of his hand.

The corners of his mouth were barely raised, and Pan Zhiyi showed a smile that didn't look like a smile, and said honestly: "Although we have planned this assassination for a long time, it is a dangerous move after all. The seventeenth district must be appeased and not let them arbitrarily If you don’t move, otherwise you may fall short, and I don’t feel at ease if it’s someone else.”

Qianye also understood this, so he didn't stop him in public. After sighing softly, he sent a message from the bottom of his heart, solemnly saying: "I look forward to your safe return."

"Yes." Pan Zhiyi nodded solemnly.

Without looking back, before getting into the car, he rushed back and waved his hand as farewell.

……

If an envoy is coming, District [-] will naturally get the news in advance.

Wen Renjue's patience finally ran out after half a month of non-stop approving documents. After sweeping all the documents on the desktop to the ground, he moved his long legs and went straight to lie down on the chair by the window. Take a nap on your eyes.

Bai Tan stood beside his desk, staring blankly at the documents on the floor, and then at his back.

Wen Ren Jue didn't care so much, Lan An was so busy that he didn't have time to whisper in his ear, Yan Zhen took people out, Hei Hu went back to District [-], and said that people poaching crystal nuclei started flooding again recently, Hong Yu In charge of the [-]th district, he is also responsible for escorting supplies to Xiangyang from time to time.

There are only a handful of people in the [-]th district who are qualified to whisper in his ear. He is inherently indifferent, and he is deeply involved in trivial matters because there is nothing he can do about the royal power, but this is definitely not unlimited.

Now he was at the end of his patience.

When Lan An came in in a hurry, all he saw were documents scattered all over the place, his complexion changed, he thought that the Lord was angry because of something, and was thinking about how to deal with it, when he looked up, he found Bai Tan's expression was a bit strange.

His eyebrows were raised, and his eyes signaled to ask the other party, where is the king.

Bai Tan really wanted to shrug his shoulders, but because of his indecent posture, he held back, stretched out a finger, and tapped the bench behind the screen.

Lan An approached on tiptoe, and after a certain distance, he heard Wen Ren Jue's slow breathing.

Unconsciously pulling the curly hair on his cheeks, when he turned his eyes back to the documents on the ground, his pupils flickered, as if he understood something.

"King!" The short and loud call made Wen Renjue, who was facing the window and his back was facing him, frown.

There are flowers blooming in the courtyard all year round, accompanied by the breeze blowing in from the outside, the fragrance makes Wen Renjue find peace.

The temperature is also very comfortable, which is a good time to close your eyes and rest.

Those densely written words were finally stripped from his mind for a moment.

He knew the arrival of Lan An as early as the moment a person stepped through the door.

Although he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was not in a deep sleep, he was just too lazy to say hello, under normal circumstances, he was sleeping, and the people below did not dare to disturb him.

But obviously, Lan An is different from his confidantes, for example, in some aspects, he is not afraid to annoy himself.

Because of being buried in the documents continuously, the resentment was also deep, Wen Renjue thought, he probably saw the documents scattered all over the floor.

But still, from heart to brain, I feel irritable!

Such deliberate yelling was clearly not intended to let him lie down any longer.

Supporting the chair with one hand, he sat up straight, and before he opened his eyes, he said coldly: "It's better to say something important enough, Lan An..." Looking up at the person, there was no trace of emotion in his pupils , he quickly lowered his eyes again, and said impatiently: "I'm in a very bad mood right now."

"The envoy from the thirteenth district has arrived." Lan An said directly without a single word of nonsense.

With one hand still propped on the chair to stabilize his body, Wen Renjue's head was a bit heavy, and with the other hand he rubbed his brows and eyes, and stopped immediately when he heard this.

He raised his head in surprise and said, "So fast?"

"Yes, it's in a hurry."

"Who are all the people here?" Although they received the greeting a few days earlier, the other party did not say who they would send, only that they would come to negotiate with Ning and Ye Ercheng.

"It seems to be one of their war ministers and a counselor."

Wen Renjue had already stood up, patted himself on the forehead twice, walked over Lan An to the corner of the room, turned on the faucet, washed his hand, and elongated the ending sound interestingly, "Oh? Adviser?"

"I haven't asked who it is yet. Anyway, people have already entered the king's city. They are not in a hurry, but they seem to be eager to see you. They have already arranged to rest, but they still want to send you a message." Lan An stood on the spot, seeing Ren Jue raised his head and pushed aside his half-wet hair, walked to the chair below with a casual posture and opened his chest and sat down.

"Bai Tan, bring a piece of cloth." She twisted her neck, feeling a little uncomfortable with her head stuck just now.

Wen Renjue glanced at Bai Tan who was sitting blankly beside him, and greeted him.

During this period of time, Bai Tan was pretty well-behaved, but he lacked two points of vision.

However, he also understood that he was not born as a waiter, and he didn't know how to live. In the past, even if he refused to chew it, someone might chew it up and feed it to him.

How can I understand these things of caring for people.

But no, you can learn.

"Oh." Reluctantly, Bai Tan got up from his seat and moved to get the towel.

Wen Renjue looked away from him, fell on Lan An's face, and nodded, "Just in the afternoon, let their representatives come over, I'm curious, what's the matter in such a hurry to see me."

"Yes." Lan An said concisely, and asked again before going out: "What do we need to prepare?"

"No, they are not stupid enough to assassinate me in this way." Knowing what he was worried about, Wen Renjue said directly.

……

Hurrying to the [-]th District, Lan An, who is less than one person and more than [-] people, received them personally. Pan Zhiyi stood behind Du Jun, the head of the war department who led the team this time, watching them follow them greet.

Pan Zhiyi knew a lot more about this minister than Wen Ren Jue's other confidantes.

I have met face to face from a distance before, but people should never pay special attention to themselves.

At this time, I was standing in front of Du Jun talking, but I glanced at him casually several times.

Every time they met each other, he would politely nod and smile.

Lan An was smiling from beginning to end, knowing his details and temper, Pan Zhiyi knew that this man was moody, just a smiling face.

After rejecting the hotel where they were taken to rest, Du Jun offered to meet their king first.

Lan An didn't object immediately, but only euphemistically said that he would wait for him to ask the king first.

This is reasonable, Du Jun and him can only wait in peace.

It was already noon when they entered the king's city. If Wen Renjue refused, it would be normal to wait until the next day to see them.

But after a simple lunch, Lan An, who had just left before, came back with a bright smile and said, "The king is willing to see you first."

Although Du Jun was the envoy this time, it was Pan Zhiye who really made up his mind.

After getting into the car arranged by Lan An, he nodded steadily to Du Jun's restless gaze.

He could only soothe his companion's uneasiness in this way. Along the way, Pan Zhiyi leaned half of his body against the car door, staring at the bustling street outside the window and the passing vehicles and pedestrians, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

……

After washing his hands, he watched Bai Tan gnawing on the fruit, his hand full of juice, Wen Ren Jue turned his head, moved his wrist joints, and said casually: "You go down first."

The servants of Wang Juzhong were removing their unfinished leftovers, Bai Tan got up to avoid it, and immediately turned his head when he heard this, his eyes were shining, and he said happily: "Then I will go out for a walk, okay?" ?”

"Yeah." Wen Renjue spoke softly, then raised his head and told the muscular man standing beside him, "Follow him well."

"Yes."

"Goodbye." Bai Tan happily waved, threw the half-eaten fruit onto the plate on the table, and jumped out the door.

He knew that Wen Ren Jue must have important matters to deal with next, and he was not interested in listening anyway.

With his head lifted to look outside the door, Wen Renjue was straightening the cuffs of the other hand, his eyes seemed to be on the back of Bai Tan who was gradually moving away, but if you looked closely at his pupils, you could find that his eyes were not focused, he was simply distracted .

With only a few personal guards, he strode to the conference hall.

Several high-level officials from the [-]th District had already been seated inside, and they all rushed over after hearing the news.

Wen Renjue's face was covered with a silver mask, walked up the steps and sat down on the king's chair for a while, Lan An led four or five men in.

With his left leg resting on his right foot, he fell to the left, his elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, his five fingers resting on his chin, and his gaze fell lightly down.

"Respected king." With his right hand across his left chest, the group of people in the thirteenth district bowed deeply.

Lan An followed them to salute, but knelt down on one knee and shouted harder: "King."

Wen Renjue was silent, his eyes were still down, and he was carefully looking at people one by one.

Du Jun lowered his head deeply, but he couldn't wait for a long time to respond. He squinted with some anxiety, and cold sweat slowly oozed from his forehead.

"Get up." The voice was soft and lazy.

But hearing these two words, Du Jun was still relieved.

He is a veteran minister in the royal district. This time, Zhan Pei was worried about handing over the job to a newcomer, so he took the initiative to name him among the "voluntary volunteers".

But who knew, he didn't want to fall into this errand at all in his heart, it was only out of helplessness that he volunteered to go, how could he know that he would really end up in such a bad situation.

If Wen Ren Jue took them out and killed them now, he would have no place to complain.

Lan An didn't think as much as they did. Hearing the call from the superior, he immediately got up and walked to the first seat on the right to sit down.

Although Wen Ren Jue talked about it, he didn't let them sit down.

Du Jun and Pan Zhiyi stood at the front, and the three people they brought stood a few steps behind, all with a somewhat reserved and awkward expression.

"What... are your names? Ha~" Before finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and let out a long yawn.

Wen Renjue looked a little tired, with his chin resting on his back and dark eyes, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of our king, we are here to discuss the matter of Ning and Ye Ercheng." Although he was a little scared, as the envoy of the first district, he must not show any timid look at this time. Du Jun raised his head and looked straight at The silver mask raised his voice and said: "I am the head of the Second War Department of the thirteenth district, and this is the counselor under my king..."

Pan Zhiyi stepped forward expressionlessly, interrupting his introduction, Qingyue said, "Pan Zhiyi."

"Oh?" Wen Renjue raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight without haste.