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"Gone?" Jing An couldn't believe it.

I hurried all the way to Fengtian Hall, and saw my father who was approving the memorial, but I didn't expect to hear such an answer.

The prince took up the pen and turned another page, without even lifting it, but he was a little curious that Jing'an had such a big reaction. "What's wrong?"

"Father, my son reminded you many years ago to beware of Uncle Rong, why did you turn a deaf ear to it?"

"My brother, why are you here?" The prince's voice was still slightly tired, and his eyes were a little bruised. It must be that one person is too tired to carry the heavy burden, and his spirit is not good.Even so, he still had a gentle face, and did not vent his anger on these almost conflicting words.

Jing'an was almost helpless.He still doesn't know his father's temper, he is most soft-hearted and hates restraint.If King Rong had forced him to his neck with a sword to let him pass on the throne, he might have clapped his hands and said hello—he was impatient to act as an agent of state affairs all day long, so it would be more suitable for him to recite poems and write poems, and idle clouds and wild cranes.

Originally, he came to establish a descendant and respect his elders, so these responsibilities can only fall on his shoulders.

King Rong has always been courteous and courteous towards his elder brother, but born in the emperor's family, how many people can really not fall in love with this man?Although Jing'an is indifferent to power, it doesn't mean he doesn't have the precautions he should have.If it is as indifferent as it appears on the surface, why bother to intervene in the Dali Temple's rebuttal. I heard that when the Li family fell down a few years ago, the three divisions were originally scheduled to interrogate, but this Uncle Wang intervened and saved a few people.

Now that there are still external worries in Dayu, any changes in the country are not allowed.

"Forget it, as long as Uncle Wang is safe, then the son is overthinking." Jing'an saw his father bowed his head and was busy again, he turned around and prepared to leave after saluting.

"Jing'an." The crown prince stopped him from behind.

"Have you seen Father Emperor for me?"

Jing An replied to him, "When I greeted you this morning, the imperial grandfather happened to wake up for a while, and the minister took the medicine and fell asleep again."

"En." After listening to the crown prince, he said calmly, "It's midsummer now, and it's not suitable for the emperor to rest in the palace. As usual, we should move to the Nanyuan palace to escape the summer heat. Then you can follow."

"Yes."

When he left Fengtian Hall, Jing An frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell for a while.

A few days later, the internal officials came to report that the emperor, who had been lingering in the sick bed, had improved slightly, and it was the crown prince's birthday, so he simply held a family banquet in Qingrui Pavilion.

The emperor hadn't shown up for more than two months. Although the crown prince supervised the country conscientiously, he couldn't suppress the panic among the palace people. Now that the emperor appeared at the family banquet, and he was in good spirits, they all secretly relieved.

Jing'an sat at the head of the crown prince, and saw all the princes toasting to his father one after another, no matter if it was from the heart or flattery, the crown prince would not refuse anyone who came.It seemed that he was also happy that the emperor was getting better, his father was in a good mood today, his face was rosy after drinking for three rounds, and he was already slightly drunk.

Just looking at his appearance and demeanor, his father really can be called a gentleman like jade, Jing An thought to himself.Seeing that his father was in a drowsy state, seeming to be overwhelmed, Jing An hurriedly got up and dutifully helped hold back the drink.However, there are all uncles and elders here, so many people disagreed, and they all joked that the emperor's grandson would play tricks, and that would not work.

Everyone dare not make trouble with the prince, but teasing Jing'an is fine. Today's family banquet, everyone also intends to make the emperor happy.

Even if it was Jingan's clever mouth, he couldn't say that there were too many people present, let alone the seniority, so he could only smile wryly in the end.

The emperor who was sitting in the upper position was amused, so he joked, "Jing'an, your filial piety is commendable, but your uncles don't want Jianyuan to be lazy, what should I do?"

Jing'an rolled his eyes, "Last time, I wish you well. I heard my father talking with the emperor's grandfather. My grandson had some immature ideas. I wonder if I can make up for it now?"

"You've been full of strange ideas all day long, tell me?" The emperor was more interested, the wrinkles on his face were huddled together, and he was very kind to this most beloved junior.

"This system is called 'Hot Trial', which can alleviate the hidden dangers of fever, disease and plague caused by pickling in the summer prison. It only needs to be combined with the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Dali Temple, etc. after the Xiaoman every year—"

"Hey," the emperor interrupted him, "It won't work if we don't talk about state affairs at the family banquet."

Jing'an was taken aback.The emperor said again, "I wrote it back and handed it to me. For today's family banquet, you really have to think of a different way, don't be opportunistic!"

At this moment, it is really inappropriate to show your sharpness in front of everyone, and today's banquet is held for the emperor and his father, so it is indeed inappropriate for him to do so.Jing'an understood the emperor's implication just by turning his mind, and said with a smile, "Yes."

It just so happened that the maids in the hall served a new drink, and the fragrance of the wine filled the hall. After the dance in the hall, the maids retreated one after another.Jing An pulled out the jade flute from behind his waist, raised it to his lips and said, "A beautiful woman with good wine, how can there be no joy!"

The atmosphere in the pavilion returned to warmth, and a melodious song "Qing Ping Le" was played, matching the situation and situation.The person playing the flute is unparalleled in style, even if he deliberately hides it, it is difficult to restrain his edge.

The Qingrui Pavilion was brightly lit, and in the darkness of Kui Ye, only this place in the whole palace was the brightest.Outside the pavilion, the palace maids and internal officials stood with their heads bowed, while the jade flute was flying inside the pavilion, so many eyes up and down followed the only person in that scene. This situation is unforgettable for a lifetime.

His eyebrows are like ink painting, his temples are cut like a knife, and his lips are light in color. One can't help but imagine what this person will look like after many years if his childishness has faded away.

After the song was played, the emperor laughed loudly, took the lead in applauding, and said to the prince, "You really have a good son."

Seeing this, the clan members applauded endlessly.Some are amazing, some are disdainful, everyone has different thoughts.

After that night, the emperor left the banquet early, and the next day Jing'an really sorted out what he said the day before and handed it to the emperor.The emperor looked at it and was noncommittal. When he returned to his courtyard in Jing'an, he found a lot of rare things, one of which was a jade pendant of excellent quality.Ah Xing turned over and handed it over, with a cautious expression on her face.

Jing'an took it in a daze. The cloud-patterned white jade lying deer pendant is not the material, but the lettering on the back that is valuable.The Emperor Yu's Inner Court Siqian system has always been only for the prince, and Jing'an is not qualified to use this word, but at this moment it is in his hands.

"'At the beginning of the Central Plains, the pen is for Rong Xuan.' This weight is too heavy." Jing An said lightly, but he didn't wear the jade, but just put it in his arms.

Inside and outside the palace, how many pairs of eyes stared at his father and him.Presumably, the movement in his place at this moment has already been heard by countless people.What should those people think?

"Your Highness?" The female officer was a little puzzled.

Jing An shook his head, but did not answer her words.The lights in the courtyard were extinguished inch by inch, and it fell into darkness in an instant, and it was already time to rest.