Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

Ying Hao finally got into the carriage and returned to his territory, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips, as if he remembered something wonderful.

Mo Yi frowned and looked at Ying Hao who had a "silly smile" on his face, and said, "My lord, didn't you come to inquire about Mr. Han Fei? What happened?"

Called back to reality by Mo Yi, Ying Hao coughed unnaturally, "Han Fei is indeed available."

Mo Yi thought for a while, and asked, "Then, will the prince want to report to His Majesty?"

Ying Hao shook his head, "Father is wise, he knows such things without telling him."

"Your Majesty is really kind to the prince." Mo Yi sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

As the saying goes, once the emperor and the courtiers, in order for Ying Hao to ascend the throne smoothly and secure the throne, some old forces naturally cannot be retained, and in order to replace some old forces, it is necessary for Ying Hao to cultivate his own influence.As an emperor, not only did he secretly delegate power to Ying Hao to cultivate his influence, but he also taught him personally. For an emperor, what kind of trust is this!His Majesty the Emperor is really the best father in the world. Although Ying Hao has not been established as the crown prince on the surface, he has always treated Ying Hao as an heir in his heart.Now, Ying Hao personally sneaked out from the jurisdiction to find Han Fei, which was also intended to win him over.

"By the way," Mo Yi seemed to have remembered something very important, and asked again: "Mr. Han Fei, why did you come back from Weijiang City?"

Ying Hao looked at the passing scenery outside the window, and replied: "He said, he will naturally come back after traveling."

"That's it?" Mo Yi touched his chin, feeling a little unbelievable. After thinking for a while, he said, "This reason is too capricious. The Seventh Prince let him go so easily?"

Ying Hao looked at him in deep thought, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Do you still remember what I said about Zheng'er?"

Mo Yi rolled his eyes, and tried to recall the conversation at that time, "You said, the Seventh Prince has always loved talent, is very good at military affairs, is humble and polite, has the ability to advance and retreat, and does not fight or grab."

Ying Hao nodded, "That's right, it's indeed the truth." His gaze drifted into the distance, and he continued, "But, these are superficial phenomena."

"Surface phenomenon?"

"Among us brothers, Zheng'er is the most elusive, a humble gentleman who is neither humble nor overbearing?" Ying Hao put down the curtain and put his hand on his forehead, "He has friends, relatives, and subordinates. He is like a man standing at the highest level. People at the point, looking down on these all kinds of people, but no one has ever really approached him, or he never let people approach him."

"So, no one knows what the real Seventh Prince is like and what his purpose is." Mo Yi continued his words.

Ying Hao quite agreed, and said faintly: "That's why Father is always on guard against him. People who can't see through are too dangerous. Just like the murderer in Yixuan City, under the beautiful false appearance, what is hidden is the body of a beast." Fangs."

"So I don't think it's strange that Han Fei chose to leave him." After finishing speaking, he quietly put his hand into his sleeve and played with the headband that he took off from Han Fei's hair last night.

Mo Yi smiled and said: "Mr. Han Fei can not only investigate strange cases and avenge the dead, but also write books to point out the country. It is indeed a great blessing for the prince to have his help!"

After saying goodbye to Ying Hao, Han Fei galloped towards the capital, and finally returned to his small building in the middle of the lake in the evening.The emperor had received the news that Han Fei had solved the Yixuan City murder case the day before, and he was overjoyed immediately, and immediately issued an edict to ask Han Fei to go to the palace for an audience after returning to Beijing.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Fei was already sitting in front of the mirror, pulling up all his black hair. He was going to see the emperor today, so he couldn't be as lazy as usual.

Tan Lu came over and said respectfully behind him: "My lord, get ready, we can set off."

Han Fei raised his eyelids to show that he heard it, then yawned a big inappropriately, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Tan Lu couldn't help but smiled, and said comfortingly: "I know you are sleepy, so let's make up for it when you come back."

An hour later, Han Fei followed the emperor's personal eunuch Li Zhongxian into the royal study where the emperor handles government affairs.

"My lord, please wait a moment." After Li Zhongxian said softly to Han Fei, he left the imperial study room, leaving Han Fei waiting in the study room alone.

The emperor was not in the room at the moment. Han Fei looked at his situation helplessly. He didn't stand or sit. He didn't dare to touch it casually. He sighed softly in his heart.

"Are you Han Fei?" An angry voice came from behind the thick curtain.

Of course Han Fei understood that it could only be the voice of the emperor. He immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the place where the voice came from, and said respectfully, "Han Fei greets Your Majesty."

Ying Bo walked out from behind the curtain, strode towards Han Fei, and helped him up himself. His deep voice seemed to contain a hint of a smile, and he said, "You don't need to be polite, you are a great hero now."

Han Fei smiled modestly and said, "It's just doing what I can, so what a great achievement."

"Hahahahaha, thinking of you, Han Fei, who is famous all over the world, it's rare to be so humble." Ying Bo praised him without hesitation, "Unexpectedly, Han Wen's youngest son is actually Han Feizi, which really surprised me .”

"Han Fei has been stubborn since he was a child, and he has been under the teacher's school since he was a child. Few people in Beijing know Han Fei."

Ying Bo sat back in the golden nanmu chair after returning to the case, and took a sip of tea, "I will keep my promise, reward you with a thousand gold, and make you a marquis."

Hearing this, Han Fei knelt down on the ground again, and said loudly, "Han Fei doesn't want a daughter, nor a title."

"Oh?" Ying Bo stared at him with great interest and asked, "Then what kind of reward do you want?"

Han Fei smiled slightly, and replied, "Han Fei wants the position of Sikou, may His Majesty grant it?"

Ying Bo looked at Han Fei with burning eyes, and said in his heart: As expected of Haoer's valued person, he really has a vision!

"In that case, I will help you, and you will take office in three days." Ying Bo resolutely agreed to him.

Han Fei was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect the emperor to agree to him without asking. Could it be because of Ying Hao?Is he really secretly making way for Ying Hao to build a bridge?

A few days later, Ying Zheng stood behind the desk with a book of scriptures in front of him, and he was copying every word and sentence intently.Since he learned the truth, he would come to the study to transcribe scriptures whenever he had free time.These calm Sanskrit sounds seem to calm him down. Buddhism emphasizes "all beings are equal", "abandon killing thoughts, and be benevolent." Ying Zheng didn't want to pay attention to the deep meaning of it, but just regarded it as a kind of tempering.

The pure rice paper, the benevolent scriptures, the brush strokes painted with iron and silver hooks, and the cold eyes all interweave a slightly abrupt picture scroll.The Sanskrit sound for the salvation of all sentient beings may not be able to calm Yingzheng's anger, but Yingzheng doesn't care. He doesn't want to change himself through a few scriptures, but he just needs a way to calm down.

A few crisp birdsong by the window woke Ying Zheng up, put down the brush quickly, walked over, and took off the secret letter tied to the bird's foot.After a quick glance, he clenched the secret letter in his hand tightly, as if venting, wanting to crush the letter paper.

Suddenly, he relaxed his strength again, took a deep breath, and calmed down his mood.

The dark water in the condensed phoenix eyes was turbulent, as if there was a storm, the corners of the mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile on the face, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, why don't we come to compete! Lord Sikou?"