My wife is not a demon

The young emperor looked up.

Although a guard had reported it in advance, the young emperor was still startled when he saw Chen Mu covered in blood on the stretcher.

Didn't you say that no punishment was used?

Why is this guy so miserable?

What the hell are these bastards in Xichang doing!

"The six gates of the lower officials arrest Chen Mu, see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live..."

Chen Mu, who was lying on the stretcher, tried hard to get up, but the pain and deep weakness and exhaustion made him lie back on the stretcher, apologizing.

"Your Majesty was seriously injured and unable to get up and kneel down. Please forgive me."

Looking at Chen Mu's grinning expression of pain, the young emperor finally determined that this guy was not pretending, but really in pain.

At the same time, a surge of anger rushed into his chest.

Because he asked the people in Xichang before if they had tortured Chen Mu, and the answer was no.

But now Chen Mu's virtue, if he said he had never been tortured, no fool would believe it.

It can't be that he did it himself.

No wonder the Suzaku Envoy arrested Eunuch Yu and the others.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, the young emperor showed a gentle smile: "Chen Aiqing has suffered. If I had known that Aiqing was seriously injured, I would not have forced you to come."

"Where is your majesty, if you want to see your ministers, you will only have a breath of remnants, and if you are humble, you will crawl... and you will have to crawl to see your majesty."

Chen Mu smiled pale.

Looking at Chen Mu lying on the stretcher, the young emperor showed a complicated expression:

"Before, I always wanted to meet Chen Aiqing, but unfortunately I was so busy with work that I never had the time. Now it's the first time the two of you and I meet. It makes me feel emotional."

There is a bit of majesty in the immature voice that is trying to pretend to be mature, perhaps it is deliberate.

This time Chen Mu did not answer, but kept silent.

The hall was very quiet.

The quiet needle drop can be heard, but there is also an unnecessary depressive aura.

This is the aura that belongs only to the royal family.

The young emperor touched the warm red sandalwood armrest, and said with a smile: "The case of Mu Xiang'er, the case of Ju Chunlou, the case of Pingyang Prince's Mansion...it's really wonderful. Ai Qing's ability to handle cases is in the world...How many can do it?" Comparable, I'm afraid I'm alone."

The young emperor's gaze was gentle, but there was an indescribable sharpness in his heart.

It's killing again.

Chen Mu really wanted to scold a few words.

He squeezed out a smile on his face: "The Great Yan Dynasty produced a large number of capable people, and they were very polite. The low position is just luck, and it happened to solve the case. This is all the blessing of the Holy One. How dare you be so proud. Besides, the case of the Pingyang Palace itself is a serious case." Your Majesty personally supervised the handling, which shows that the Holy Majesty's ability to handle cases is far better than that of humble officials."

If you flatter me, you can also flatter me, I am comfortable with this flattery.

Chen Mu complained secretly.

The young emperor glanced at him meaningfully, looked down at some information about Chen Mu on the case, shook his head and chuckled, "It's a lot more slippery than I imagined."

Chen Mu remained silent again.

"Do you know why I suddenly summoned Aiqing?"

asked the young emperor.

Chen Mu immediately shook his head: "I don't know about the humble job."

There was an inexplicable smile on the young emperor's face: "Actually, I don't know, I just want to see Ai Qing suddenly, but it's a pity..."

Unfortunately, he didn't say anything.

Chen Mu frowned slightly.

The young emperor stood up, walked slowly to the desk, looked at Chen Mu whose clothes were seeping blood on the stretcher, stared for a long time, and said lightly:

"Chen Aiqing's injury is so serious, then go back and rest well, and I will have a good chat with Aiqing some other day."

Ok?

Is this over?

Chen Mu was taken aback for a moment, and when his thoughts changed sharply, a moved expression appeared on his face: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, I will resign from that humble position first."

But embarrassingly, the guard at the door did not come in to carry the stretcher.

Chen Mu just did it in a daze.

The clouds in the sky spread out like a brocade, pouring a golden sunset brilliance into the hall, covering Chen Mu and the young emperor without coincidence.

The pale golden thin face slanted flying sword eyebrows.

The glow was dense, as if a layer of golden holy light had been smeared on the young emperor's body.

It's dreamlike, very unreal.

But the orange glow reflected the blood on Chen Mu's body very clearly, the red was like a setting sun that was about to fall.

One is standing and the other is lying down.

One is as tall as a black dragon, and the other is as sad as a corpse.

It seems to outline the boundary between birth and death.

Seeing Chen Mu's expression in his eyes, the young emperor said slowly, "Send Chen Aiqing back."

The guards at the gate entered, carried the stretcher and left the hall.

Until the stretcher disappeared from sight, the smile on the young emperor's face faded away, leaving only a pair of handsome eyes.

"His Majesty……"

At this time, an old voice sounded behind him.

It was an old man in a white robe, his hair was hanging down in front of his eyes like a spider's thread, half hiding a face full of vicissitudes of time.