The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 13

"What's the matter?" Sitting on the gazebo, Mu Fuyuan looked at the sparkling lake surface in the distance, but heard someone walking towards him with undisguised footsteps behind him.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, every gesture and gesture is full of skill and elegance.

His facial features are very delicate, and his milky white complexion also sets off his scholarly temperament.

"The next official pays homage to the Prime Minister." Liang Fuying's expression was unusually dignified at this time, speaking very politely.

Mu Fuyuan turned his gaze back to him, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"You and I belong to the same rank, and there is no need to perform these rituals."

"Then I'll cut to the chase, why is Lord Mu together with His Majesty?"

Although the Empress Dowager Jin was unable to attend the early court due to her sage's illness, and the current political affairs were temporarily managed by Prince Fengde, but the entire court knew that Yun Fengchao's life and death were uncertain at this time.

If it wasn't for the embarrassment of the face of the elders of the Manchu Dynasty, the Empress Dowager Jin would have already regarded Yun Fengde as God, so the Empress Dowager Jin must have sent troops to chase and kill the Holy Majesty.

However, now that the Holy One suddenly appeared in the capital with the prime minister, it was obvious that the purpose was to let people know that the Holy One was not dead.

Liang Fuying had too many doubts at this time, so he had to ask the most important one.

The smile on his lips faded away, Mu Fuyuan was as beautiful as a mythical water god at this moment, the moonlight was lightly scattered on him, his pensive expression had a kind of inviolable sanctity.

"Reciprocity, you have to answer my question."

Liang Fuying raised his head and looked at the thoughtful Mu Fuyuan in puzzlement.

"Answering or not answering is only a matter of the next official's thought. Similarly, Mr. Mu, you can also choose not to answer."

"The person who assassinated the Holy Majesty was sent by the Queen Mother."

Hearing this, Liang Fuying frowned even deeper.

"The lower official asked..."

Interrupting him, Mu Fuyuan smiled softly: "Isn't this what you want to ask the most?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Liang Fuying had no choice but to nod.

Knowing the truth of this matter means that he will choose which side to stand on.

The Empress Dowager Jin and the Holy Majesty have always been in a stalemate for the throne, and the ministers of the court have sought refuge with the Empress Dowager Jin one after another. Those who are willing to support the late emperor's decision are the only ones left who fought with the late emperor. up.

Of course, there are also people like him who just stick to their duties and do their best in their official ranks, ignoring the right and wrong of the outside world, as long as they live with a clear conscience, even if the Fengji Kingdom is about to change tomorrow, he will still be the justice of his criminal department.

But now, knowing that it was the Empress Dowager Jin who was the mastermind of assassinating the Holy Majesty, if he ignored it, it meant that he had chosen to join the Empress Dowager Jin.

Even if he chooses to seek refuge with the Holy Majesty, so what?

What will happen to his subordinates, those dozens of loyal subordinates who follow him to eat?

"If you know it, you know it. You don't need to think about other things. Just like you decided to only stand on the right side, just do your part.

Raising his head abruptly, Liang Fuying looked at Mu Fuyuan who was sitting leisurely on the pavilion in disbelief, his eyes were reddened.

That's right, isn't this the purpose I have always adhered to?

It turned out to be such a simple thing.

Kneeling on the ground with a "plop", Liang Fuying kowtowed gratefully and said, "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your kindness."

Waving his hand, Mu Fuyuan frowned and signaled Liang Fuying to get up.

"There is gold under the man's knees, so what is the proper way to kneel?"

Liang Fuying stood up gratefully, and looked at Mu Fuyuan with admiration.

"If you really want to thank me, then tell me, the man you are fighting with today in front of Yigelou is... hey, don't run away."

Seeing Liang Fuying running back into the house with a blushing face, Mu Fuyuan tilted his head suspiciously and looked in the direction he was running.

He just wanted to ask who that man was, why did he run away blushing?

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"Mu Fuyuan, come and open the door for me, it's so cold..."

In the middle of the night, Mu Fuyuan, who had just come down from the gazebo, saw someone standing in front of his room knocking on the door.

The red hair was not pulled up, but scattered behind her back, the moonlight was scattered on the hair, which looked extremely alluring, although the owner of the hair was sulking.

"Dead color, rotten color, you have knocked for so long and still haven't come to open the door. See if I don't destroy you after I return to the palace!" Yun Fengchao, who was talking to himself at the door, of course didn't notice Mu Fuyuan, who was at the door, saw that the more he scolded, the more vigorously he forgot the original reason for knocking on the door.

Color blank?

Mu Fuyuan never felt that he was a lecherous person, nor did he feel that there was something about him that could make others feel lecherous.

"My lord, why did you come to my room in the middle of the night?"

Liang Liang's words made Yun Fengchao turn his head stiffly, and it was indeed Mu Fuyuan standing in front of him.

Seeing Mu Fuyuan, he suddenly remembered why Yun Feng, who came to knock on the door, blushed, lowered his head and did not speak.

The redness on his face was very strange in this situation, and it was very difficult for Mu Fuyuan not to care about it.

Mu Fuyuan, who was about to open his mouth to tease him, noticed that Yun Fengchao was only wearing a thin unlined garment.

Even in summer, the night is still very cold, at that moment, Mu Fuyuan immediately pulled Yun Fengchao, who was still thinking about something, into the room.

After lighting the oil lamp, closing the door, and closing the windows tightly, Mu Fuyuan felt relieved at this moment.

Regardless of Yun Fengchao's seemingly strong appearance, just a small gust of wind can make him sneeze and runny nose, so Mu Fuyuan felt a little suffocated when he saw him coming to him in only a single shirt.

So, Mu Fuyuan put his coat on Yun Fengchao's body, pushed him to sit beside the bed, and went to make tea for him without saying a word.