The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

The weather was not good today, and there was a heavy rain on the way, but this saved Han Jiangmu's strength.

The rain washed away all the blood and evidence, and this silent stealing of the sky was flawless.

Ten hours ago, all the supervisors were killed by the people Han Jiangmu had inserted in at the beginning, and there was no news about it.

The gate of the pass was opened from the inside, and Zhu Yuchun and others seized the opportunity to kill them on the morning dew.

Because the offensive was too fierce, these young and middle-aged men who had been forcibly recruited from Nanhua City and had never received any training were quickly killed and caught off guard.

It didn't take long to conquer this pass.

Blood drenched the lush mountain range, and even the wind that blew over had a strong smell of blood.

Zhu Yuchun ordered people to strip off the cloth armor of the remaining surrendered prisoners of war, while going to Han Jiangmu's military tent, and reported the situation to Han Jiangmu.

After Zhu Yuchun finished speaking, he found that Han Jiangmu didn't respond. Looking up, he saw Han Jiangmu frowning, with a serious expression on his face, obviously unhappy.

Zhu Yuchun is a few years older than Han Jiangmu, and he is the most important son of the Han Jiangmu family behind him. It was also his father who took Han Jiangmu away from the imperial mausoleum, so he is Han Jiangmu's valued subordinate.However, no other relationship developed. Zhu Yuchun was more than loyal to him, but not close enough. He didn't understand Han Jiangmu's mind. He took a breath and said to Han Jiangmu: "Master, there are still nine thousand prisoners of war at this pass. If they were all killed, it would be inappropriate, I wonder what master's plan is?"

Han Jiangmu came back to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Temporarily detain them all, and keep them for other purposes in the future."

Zhu Yuchun responded, and when he was about to retreat, he heard Han Jiangmu say again: "Take two hours in place and attack Nanhua directly."

Zhu Yuchun also knew that the situation was urgent, so he had no objection to this, and I believe that other people would have no objection either. Right now, the feudal lords are eyeing each other, and they don’t want to be mantises like praying mantises, cicadas and orioles. Take control of Nanhua City as soon as possible so that Han Jiangmu can legitimately inherit the throne.

If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid everything they have done will be in vain.

Zhu Yuchun took the order and left, leaving Han Jiangmu alone in the tent, still frowning tightly.

For some reason, he was restless and always had a shallow and unignorable sense of melancholy.

At the same time, Jiang Chaoyun was dreaming again.

Still dreaming of Han Jiangmu from his previous life.

During this period of time, he always dreamed of Han Jiangmu in his previous life, and he was used to it.

Thanks to Han Jiangmu always pouring out words of admiration to him, Jiang Chaoyun is no longer afraid of him.

At least when his eyes glanced at him slightly, he wouldn't be woken up by fright.

This time, Han Jiangmu was in the imperial study, discussing state affairs with the ministers of the DPRK and China.

Jiang Chaoyun appeared in the imperial study very suddenly. He was obviously used to it. He opened his eyes to take the environment into his eyes, and then sat down on a spare chair next to him. With that small delicate face, he looked at the ministers who were sitting upright and stiff, and then at Han Jiangmu, his face was full of curiosity - he had never seen the emperor and his courtiers discussing state affairs.

Han Jiangmu's palms trembled slightly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed—he already had an indifferent face, but now his eyes were lowered and his face was tense, looking more and more gloomy feeling.

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry was talking, his voice trembled, he couldn't help but raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and continued: "...so I think it's better for this disaster relief silver tael to be 80 taels, please Your Majesty to decide. "

Han Jiangmu was absent-minded, Jiang Chaoyun was all in his peripheral vision, he was silent, and the Minister of the Ministry of Industry was also silent waiting for him to speak—the current emperor is actually not a stingy person, he fought against the barbarians before, and plundered a lot of gold, silver and jewels from them , It can be said that Yan State... No, Jiang State's treasury is unprecedentedly rich, so in these areas, Han Jiangmu is very willing to allocate funds.

However, since the monks began to come in and out of the palace, the emperor spent too much time on the repair of the Buddhist temple.

All temples in Yanjing were allocated a lot of money by him to build a golden body for the Buddha, and a large amount of incense money was thrown into the merit box to support a group of monks who were not productive.

He is the emperor, setting an example in front of the world, which naturally caused a frenzy of worshiping Buddha in the whole Jiang country. Now whoever does not worship Buddha will not be able to enter the circle of ladies, and there is no topic to talk about.

However, the disadvantage of this is that the emperor became stingy in other places, and he reduced the disaster relief fund to 50 taels of silver, which is too little.

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry knew that the emperor was uncertain, and also expected that the trip would not go smoothly, but he did not expect the emperor to be silent for so long.

According to his usual temperament, if he didn't want to, he would naturally reprimand him domineeringly, and he would never be so silent.

Just when the Minister of the Ministry of Industry was feeling in his heart that being with you is like being with a tiger, Han Jiangmu spoke, and his tone sounded normal: "As Ai Qing said, go to the Ministry of Households to allocate [-] dans of grain."

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry could hardly believe his ears, and was stunned for a moment.

Hanjiang Mubuyu's voice sounded, "What? It's too little?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry immediately came back to his senses and said happily: "Enough is enough, Your Majesty is wise!"

Han Jiangmu said in a low voice: "That's it for today, Zhu Aiqing, please step down."

Although the others had something to report, they were not in a hurry. They retreated from the imperial study one by one. Someone said to the Minister of Industry, "Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood today."

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry thinks so.

As the emperor, Han Jiangmu was extremely domineering and powerful, and he didn't listen to the suggestions of his officials. It was useless to go to the emperor to persuade him. He was the most difficult monarch to serve, but——as long as he was in a good mood, he would almost respond to requests.

It seems that the emperor is really in a good mood today, and even gave an extra [-] dan of grain.

After everyone had left, Han Jiangmu clenched his fists and controlled his trembling fingers.

Several months have passed, and several months have passed. If he hadn't been extremely sober, he might have thought he was having a dream.

Is this a day in the sky and a year in the world?

Han Jiangmu glanced greedily at Jiang Chaoyun from the corner of his eye. His gaze was so existential. Even though Han Jiangmu had restrained himself, Jiang Chaoyun still felt the heat on his face.

The curiosity on his face gradually disappeared, and he put down the arm supporting his face a little cautiously, and looked in the direction of Han Jiangmu. Han Jiangmu was not looking at him, but stared at the door, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking .

Being an emperor should be tiring, right?Jiang Chaoyun thought to himself.

At this moment, Jiang Chaoyun heard a pleasant whistle. He looked up and saw Han Jiangmu picked up a copper-colored eagle whistle, and blew it with a serious expression.

Jiang Chaoyun couldn't help laughing, and murmured softly, "You're already the emperor and you still play whistle?"

He was not aware of Han Jiangmu's attempt, and knew that he would not wake up for a while, so he stood up and walked slowly around the imperial study.

Han Jiangmu's imperial study room is very large and luxurious. All the red pillars are decorated with golden coiled dragons, which looks mighty and dignified.

Such a place, if he did not take part in the imperial examination, would be impossible for Jiang Chaoyun to reach in his whole life, so he stroked the gold-plated dragon very carefully, and whispered: "Are these all carved from pure gold?"

He denied himself again, "How is it possible, this must be gilt."

He also had fun talking to himself, but soon, the eunuch's voice sounded outside the door, "Your Majesty, Master Fakong is asking to see you."

Han Jiangmu glanced at Jiang Chaoyun, seeing that he quietly relaxed his brows as if he didn't notice, and said in a low voice, "...come in."

Perhaps because he was too nervous, his mouth was a little dry, and his words were a little hoarse.

The door opened quickly, and a group of monks walked in from outside.

Jiang Chaoyun only felt that their foreheads were particularly bright, and his eyes were dazzled. He subconsciously looked at Han Jiangmu, but saw him staring directly at those monks, playing charades with them, "Master Fakong, please don't disappoint Gu .”

The leader, Master Fakong, looked straight at Jiang Chaoyun and sighed.

Jiang Chaoyun was startled, took a few steps back, and pressed his back against the gold-plated dragon pillar.

Han Jiangmu sternly said, "Master Fakong!"

Master Fakong showed a compassionate expression on his face. He bowed his head to Han Jiangmu and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, please forgive the poor monk for not being able to detain your majesty's soul."

Han Jiangmu stood up against the table, his expression was particularly sinister and terrifying, the corners of his mouth trembled, showing a bit of fragile paranoia, "Fakong! You still want your three thousand disciples of Buddhism! He is here now! I want you to hold your soul!" !"

Master Fakong chanted the Buddha's name, and said indifferently: "Even if your majesty threatens the poor monk, it will not help. In this life, your majesty is destined to be unable to fulfill his wish."

Han Jiangmu's breathing was burning, his eye circles were red, and those eyes that looked like black swirls showed a kind of destructive horror, but his voice unexpectedly softened, "Fakong, he is here , since you are an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, why is it so difficult to hold one person’s soul? I have given you the most prosperous Buddhist incense, and Xie Wanjin has become a disciple of the Buddha sitting down. If you are so sincere, even the Buddha will be moved, why are you obstructing?"

Master Fakong said: "Fate is fixed and fate is gone. Your Majesty has no fate with him in this life. If you force it, it will not be a blessing for Your Majesty or him. Please give up the matter of restraining the soul."

"Fa Kong!" Han Jiangmu's face became extremely ugly, and the light in his eyes flickered, obviously he had murderous intentions.

Fakong lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha."

Jiang Chaoyun was confused, he looked at Han Jiangmu, then at Fakong, and had an incredible thought in his mind.

There was silence in the imperial study room, Han Jiangmu suppressed his anger, and Fakong stood quietly like a stubborn stone.

After a while, Han Jiangmu restrained his anger, walked down from the dragon chair, and walked in front of Jiang Chaoyun. He knew how terrifying his eyes were at this moment, and he was afraid of scaring Jiang Chaoyun away, so he just lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Chaoyun's gentle expression. With the fluttering hem of her clothes, she said in a low voice: "Jiang Chaoyun, I am pleased with you. As long as you are willing to stay, I will give you the throne of queen and pamper you for the rest of your life...Jiang Chaoyun, can you stay for me?"

Jiang Chaoyun's mind went blank for a moment.

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