His Majesty And Ministers

When the boat was moored on the other side of the lake, Jing Ye was already shaken a little dizzy, and staggered when he got ashore, but luckily Gu Hong followed him.

There was a man standing on the shore earlier, with slightly hooked eyes and ebony hair.

Jing Ye was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Gu Hong, who beckoned him to come forward.

Jing Ye coughed lightly and said, "Lin Qing."

Lin Xiaosheng bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Gu Hong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the emperor's hand, and led him inside.After walking through the tree shadows in that area, Jing Ye was surprised to find that this place was also a building and pavilion, and it was cleaned very clean, and there was no sign of dilapidation.

Lin Xiaosheng walked beside the two of them, and when he lowered his head, he could see the hands they held tightly.

Jing Ye followed Gu Hong to a door where no plaque had ever been hung on the houses.A guard in black was waiting at the door, and he also bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

Jing Ye nodded, and the guard opened the door to welcome the three of them into the room. Further inside was a green gauze cabinet, and the door was already open.

Jing Ye stepped in and was stunned when he raised his eyes: "Here..."

Lin Xiaosheng glanced at Gu Hong behind him, and spoke slowly.

"This is what I, the Gu Lin family, have devoted more than [-] years of hard work to integrate."

Feng Ling stood quietly in the main hall of the Feng family, and behind him, Elder Feng was sitting on the main seat, scraping the rim of the bowl with the tea cover in his hand.

The servant stood in front of the gate, stretching out his hand to lead the distinguished guest in front of him into the main hall.

The old man who was over fifty followed the servant slowly to the front of the hall, cupped his hands and said: "Lord Feng, I haven't seen you for many years."

Elder Feng hurriedly put the tea back on the small table, stood up and approached: "Old Xing."

Feng Ling didn't know why, so she could only bow down.

The old man smiled slightly, shifted his gaze to Feng Ling, and sighed in his eyes: "This is... your son?" He couldn't help but take two steps forward to look carefully.

Feng Ling looked up at him, then lowered her head: "Junior Feng Ling, I have met senior."

"Okay, okay." While looking at him, Mr. Xing couldn't stop praising Mr. Feng, "Your son, who looks like a dragon and looks like a phoenix, is really a pillar of the country..."

Master Feng nodded and smiled.

When the little servant standing beside him raised his eyes, he saw the old Xing's thin fingers trembling faintly in his sleeves.

In front of Jing Ye's eyes were dozens of large standing cabinets, all of which were sealed with seals. When he looked up and saw the innermost part, he could see the cabinet with Zhao's seal, which was the largest one.

He simply went straight to it, raised his hand, tore off the seal, and opened it.I saw one floor and one floor, each marked with the year, month and person's name. There are hundreds of volumes, which are divided into main volumes, auxiliary volumes, and so on.

Jing Ye finally understood that this was the "Whispering Pavilion" planned and set up by the Empress and Old Prime Minister Gu in his memory.

That is to say, it is managed by the Gu family and funded by the Lin family. It is the headquarters of the dark threads of all major families.

It seems that my workaholic grandmother not only wants to control the overall situation while she is alive, but also requires her descendants to continue to fully control the court after she ascends to heaven.

It's really not a little bit perverted.No wonder after the night of poisoning, the notebook that Gu Hong sent up was so detailed that he could write a novel.

Jing Ye raised his hand to pick up Zhao Mingde's scroll above, but unexpectedly, he pulled it crookedly, and brought down a large handful, which fell to the ground with a clatter.The black-clothed guard hurriedly stepped forward to tidy up.

"Your Majesty, please be at ease." Gu Hong said with a smile, "Everyone around Your Majesty is very clean, and there are absolutely no informants from outside the palace. These days, Your Majesty can come here to check more often, in case...to quell the chaos."

Jing Ye: "...um."

He suddenly had a creepy feeling.

It was getting late, and the three of them quickly returned to the original shore. Gu Hong seemed to have something to do, so he quickly bowed and left.Lin Xiaosheng also turned to leave, but was stopped by Jing Ye.

"Lin Qing."

The person who was stopped turned around.The moonlight shone on his handsome outline, making him look extraordinarily cold.

Jing Ye said, "Is your eyes better?"

He nodded: "Thank you Your Majesty for giving me the medicine."

Jing Ye looked into his eyes and thought to himself, the blurred eyes and the inability to see things should be congenital myopia. If a properly polished crystal mirror is used, it can help recover...

Lin Xiaosheng said: "Your Majesty?"

"Ah, ah, it's all right." Jing Ye came back to his senses and smiled at him, "Go back, Qing."

Lin Xiaosheng pursed his lips, looked at him, and still turned to leave.

The next day, all the ministers went to court with their hearts full of thoughts, but Zhao Mingde took sick leave, and even took leave for days after that, putting on an air of arrogance.

Jing Ye didn't argue, and asked the quails in a pleasant manner, "Is there a play today?" "How is the disaster in the Southwest?" "Do the people have enough to eat?" "How many pigs can an old sow in the east of the city give birth to? "And so on.The ministers are also used to it, and they are perfunctory one by one.

The days passed without incident.

It's just that Jing Ye no longer goes to the Imperial Study Room after a nap every day, but takes a boat to Qingyu Pavilion to look up the volumes.As soon as Lu Baizang heard about it, he went into the hall on a whim and asked the emperor if he would bring some snacks to relieve his boredom.

While asking, while kissing.

Jing Ye was so moved by his questioning mode of kissing him that he wanted to cry up to the sky: "Qing, your kindness is hard to refuse, so... well, what, fry some melon seeds for me..." He kept retreating as he spoke. Then avoid the kiss.

"Huh?" Mr. Lu stopped the pressing posture, blinked, "Your Majesty wants to eat melon seeds?"

"……Correct."

Lu Baizang frowned: "That's just a crude market snack..." Then he smiled at Jing Ye, "Your Majesty, let's change it." He stretched out his left hand and hugged Jing Ye, lowered his head and bit the man's reddish lips, Gently licking and kissing.

Jing Ye's forehead twitched, and he grabbed Lu Huihui, who was nibbling on a snack, and used his buttery steamed bun-like belly to plug Mr. Lu's mouth.

Lu Baizang: "..."

Lu Huihui struggled hard: Jie is too scary, I want to take a shower——

Jing Ye: I tell you not to cry until you see the coffin.

In the end, His Majesty, the victorious emperor, brought a pack of fragrant melon seeds (Master Lu said that he fried his heart to pieces) and entered the dossier room with a smile, eating melon seeds while studying the profound science of "Zhao's daily life".

When it was almost evening, Jing Ye went ashore, Ye Mao had been waiting on the shore for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, are you going to the Imperial Study?"

Jing Ye lowered his head through the hanging wicker: "I won't go tonight, go back to the palace."

"Hey." Eunuch Ye raised his whisk, "Your Majesty, hurry up and get on the imperial chariot."

Jing Ye was about to step in, but suddenly paused: "Why... I heard a child crying?"

"Ah?" Ye Mao was taken aback, listened carefully, and sure enough, "This is..." Suddenly he understood why, and said with a smile: "It must be the young man."

Jing Ye's heart moved, and he tried to recall for a while, and then he knew.

Jing Ye's fifth elder brother, who was fond of being a hero and wandering around the rivers and lakes, was named Xiao Wang by the late emperor. Although he never participated in the battle for the throne, he was seriously injured when he returned to the palace, and finally fell ill and died in the palace.The two sons left behind by him were casually named heirs by their predecessors, and they were thrown in some secluded place in the palace.

As soon as Jing Ye thought about it, he raised his foot to the direction of the crying sound, and Ye Mao quickly followed.

Through the shade of the trees is a small meadow, and in the setting sun at dusk, there is indeed a little doll sitting, covering its face with its chubby paws and crying.

Jing Ye walked over slowly, the little guy was clever, and immediately let go of his paws to see that he was only one or two years old, and he was very cute.

Ye Mao let out a "huh" and said, "The appearance of this young prince...is quite similar to His Majesty."

"Really?" Jing Ye couldn't help chuckling when he watched the baby raise his face to look at him. "Where's taking care of your maid?"

But the baby got up staggeringly, reached out and hugged Jing Ye's lower garment, and opened his mouth to spit a bubble.

Jing Ye's heart softened suddenly. When he was still in that family, a group of nephews and nephews would often pester him to play. The elders laughed and said that he was destined to be a child. Now it seems that this is really the case?

He couldn't help but leaned down to pick up the little guy: "Can you talk?"

Xiao Shizi remained silent, looking at the warm young man with big black grape-like eyes, there were still tears on his small face that were not wiped dry.Jing Ye's heart moved, thinking that both parents of this child died, he was his uncle, why not take him under his knees...

"Rhyme!"

Suddenly, a childish cry came from the front.Jing Ye looked up, but there was a seven or eight-year-old child, holding a hollowed-out wooden sword, watching them vigilantly.

The sun is setting and the sun is shining.

The sweet, soft and cute little doll in his arms suddenly opened his hands, "babbling" to the boy in the distance.

Jing Ye was amused, and couldn't help but lowered his head and rubbed the child's delicate face, and said with a smile, "Brother is here?"

Xiao Shizi: "Yeah!"

The elder and the younger looked at each other and smiled, like a father and son. The boy who was holding the sword on guard was startled.

Jing Ye looked up at him, and told Ye Mao: "Wait here." Then he walked over with the little guy in his arms, bent down, and handed him the baby in his arms: "Can you hold it?"

The boy nodded with a pale face and stretched out his hand.

Nestled in his arms, Xiao Shizi looked at the stern-faced elder brother, then at Jing Ye who was smiling gently, then turned his head, and hugged Jing Ye's neck resolutely: "Yeah, yip!"

The little boy's face darkened.

Jing Ye couldn't help laughing out loud, and his determination to take this little baby home became more and more determined.

The little boy is still working hard: "Yun'er!"

Little doll: "Yeah!"

Little boy: "Yun'er, don't mess around, come, come to Big Brother."

Little doll: "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

little boy:"……"

Jing Ye smiled and looked at the wooden sword in the boy's hand. Although it looked rough, the blade was as smooth as a mirror. With just one glance, one could estimate the smooth flow of the sword when it was raised and dropped by the maker.

……and many more.

He suddenly remembered that although King Xiao had died of illness, before he died, he was worried that his two sons would be left alone in the palace, so he ordered people to go out of the palace to find a close friend.

But this person is indeed living quietly in the palace.