His Majesty And Ministers

Near noon, all the ministers withdrew from the Hall of Supreme Harmony tremblingly, and several ministers in charge of the cabinet surrounded the right minister, Elder Qin.

"Qin Xiang, I have never heard of the notebooks of the magistrates in your Majesty's hands..."

"...That's right, it is reasonable to say that the papers sent to the imperial study have to be reviewed by the cabinet first..."

"Tell me, what is this..."

"Okay, my lords." Qin Youxiang walked tremblingly, but his tone was calm and steady, "This is not what it used to be, and the holy will is unpredictable. If you perform your duties and perform your duties, you will be able to keep your official uniform and dignity." The wife and children at home, and the rest...it’s useless to talk about it.”

This official tone was impeccable, and a group of ministers wanted to ask more questions but didn't know where to start, so they had to shut up in embarrassment.

Qin Youxiang didn't look at these people, but walked forward slowly.

Jing Ye looked up at the sky that was about to enter the night, the clouds were surging, and the sky was full of rays of light.

"Ye Mao." He looked around.

Eunuch Ye took a step forward: "Hey, Your Majesty."

"It's already this hour, why haven't they arrived yet?"

"This..." Eunuch Ye answered awkwardly, "I'm afraid I've been caught up in something. Your Majesty, are you still waiting?"

"Wait."

The two of them just stood quietly on the grass, and the accompanying palace attendants were all sent away to avoid the two children being nervous.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the gorgeous glow gradually faded into the long night.

Ye Mao beckoned for the palace man to bring the palace lantern, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, let's go back to the palace."

Jing Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at the darkness in the distance: "...OK."

He raised his hand that had been hidden in his sleeve, and he held a fresh and beautiful wave drum in his hand. When he shook it vigorously, it would make a "dong dong" sound.If Jing Xiaoyun saw it, she would definitely shake his fat paws with joy.

The soft light from the veil of the palace lantern reflected on Jing Ye's lonely side face, a little helpless.

Before coming here, he had both parents and a successful career, but unfortunately he could not have a child of his own.He also thought that if he was a man with a normal personality, liked beautiful and gentle girls, and married a virtuous girl smoothly, he would surely be envied by many people.

Unfortunately, the assumption can never be established.

It was as if he couldn't even now imagine himself in the past.

"...Your Majesty?" Ye Mao cautiously called out from beside him.

"En." Jing Ye came back to his senses, paused, turned and walked back, "Go back to the palace."

"Hey."

Zhao House.

Zhao Mingde leaned on the small table on the couch, raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "He actually dismissed Tang and Yin as officials?"

Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar: "Yes."

Zhao Mingde pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "The emperor did this, is this a provocation?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said, "But Tang and Yin didn't know about that. In the past, the two of them were just doing some court affairs with money and power, and the emperor sent them out for no reason. Going to the southwest, the result was that half of the money was cut off on the way, and I was so frightened that I was scared out of my mind. I was afraid that I would lose my life if the supervision was not effective, and the people we sent persuaded me, so I made a fake memorial to report the safety."

Zhao Mingde frowned.

"...I'm afraid that the emperor will know that the money is gone only if someone is lucky enough to hand over the paper." The middle-aged man shook his head, "As for who put the paper in front of the emperor, in my humble opinion, it's the right minister. Undoubtedly."

"Is it……"

Zhao Mingde didn't answer.It wasn't until a long time passed that he nodded as if he was really convinced.

Jing Ye waited by the lake for the second time until it was dark.

Ye Mao looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, stepped forward and bowed, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back to the palace."

"En." Jing Ye guessed that this would be the result, but he still waited until this time.

"Go back to the palace."

His Majesty the Emperor walked ahead with his head bowed.Eunuch Ye watched his back from behind, only feeling the bleak autumn wind.

Xiao Yixuan here is not so peaceful.

Jing Xiaoyun found out that she was not hugged to see Susu the night before, she opened her mouth immediately, was hugged and coaxed by her elder brother for half an hour, took out countless kisses, and then "babbled" and stopped all night .

I didn't expect to return it the next day!yes!without!have!

So the little bun's face really swelled into a bun (because he was lucky), and there was a "wow", which was like shaking the earth.It was so shocking that Jing Le's hand holding the sword trembled twice.

Jing Le looked at his crying brother, but his heart was soft after all. He couldn't help but turned around and bowed to Lin Hangyu: "Master..."

The man looked at him and lowered his eyes: "If you become addicted to spoiling, it will be difficult to turn back."

"Teacher..." Jing Le opened his mouth, still lowered his head, turned around and walked back to his younger brother, carefully wiped the teardrops on his tender face with his sleeve.

"Is Yun'er good?"

"Wow..." Jing Xiaoyun raised two fat paws, grabbed his outstretched hand, and looked at him with big black eyes, "Wow wow wow——"

Jing Le pursed her lips, and cruelly turned her face away from him.

Jing Xiaoyun is almost heartbroken, usually (when) he does this action, the eldest brother will give him whatever he wants!

Lin Hangyu also turned his face and looked out the window.

It went on like this until midnight.The big and the young don't know how to watch the children. When they see the little one crying and thirsty, they will give them water, and they will give them food when they are crying and hungry.As a result, Jing Xiaoyun became more frustrated and courageous, giving full play to the amazing physical strength passed down to him by his father.

But after all, I couldn't help it.

Finally the little guy fell asleep with tears in his eyes, Jing Le breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to climb into bed and hug his younger brother to sleep, but found that the little guy's body was hot.

Now the two of them are really at a loss.

In the Palace of Peace, Ye Mao sneaked into the bedroom and softly called out beside the dragon bed, "Your Majesty?"

"Huh?" Jing Ye rolled his eyelids and let out a snort.

"Your Majesty, something happened to Xiao Yixuan."

"Where..." Jing Ye turned over and buried his head in the brocade quilt, then suddenly raised his head, "What did you say?"

Ye Mao: "Mr. Lin went to the imperial hospital in person, and heard that the imperial physician sent someone to report that the young prince had a fever..."

"What!" Jing Ye sat up all of a sudden, "Then what kind of sword master really doesn't know how to take care of children?"

Eunuch Ye muttered: "Is it still called a Juggernaut who can take care of children?"

Jing Ye had already got up and lifted the curtain: "Hand up the lamp! Go to Xiaoyixuan!" While speaking, he had already got off the ground, stepping barefoot on the cold floor.

Ye Mao: "Hey, hey, wait, Your Majesty... let the slave call the maid to change clothes first..."

Inside Xiao Yixuan.

The imperial physician sat at a small wooden table that was so shabby that it didn't look like it was in a palace, prescribing prescriptions with shaking hands.Sitting by the window, Lin Hangyu, who was covered in cold, was looking at the little guy with a red face on the bed and said nothing.

With a wooden sword on her back, Jing Le leaned against the edge of the bed, staring at her younger brother without turning her eyes.

The room was silent.

It was dark outside the window.Jing Ye strode to the gate of the courtyard, looked up at the plaque on the door, then stretched out his hand to push the door open, and stepped in.

The courtyard door squeaked, Jing Le moved his ears, and looked outside, but the little guy on the bed suddenly stretched out his arms, and the little claws touched Jing Le's fingers.

He quickly turned around and grabbed his younger brother's hand: "Yun'er?"

"Mr. Lin." Jing Ye walked into the courtyard, "May I come in and have a look at the young prince?"

Lin Hangyu pursed his thin lips slightly.But Jing Le couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and knelt down and said, "Master, let him hug Yun'er, Yun'er may feel better."

There were waves in the man's eyes, he was silent for a while, and said: "Just push the door and come in."

Although the voice was not loud, Jing Ye outside the house could hear it clearly, and immediately stepped forward to push open the door.The imperial physician at the table hastily put down his pen and knelt down on the ground: "I refer to Your Majesty."

"Has the prescription been written?" Jing Ye walked over to pick up the prescription, took a closer look, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "You have been scribbling here for a long time, but you haven't written anything?"

A cold light flashed in the man's eyes.

"This..." The imperial doctor was so frightened that he shrank his neck and thought for a long time before carefully answering: "Actually...according to...according to my investigation, Xiao Shizi's fever is not a disease, but a fever."

"Steaming?" Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had indeed said this word when he saw his brothers taking care of the children in the past, so he was slightly relieved, "Isn't it a misjudgment?"

The imperial doctor bowed his head and said: "My son has fever on his body but the back of his ears is as usual. This is also when it becomes steamy. "Waitai Secret Yao" once recorded: "When it becomes steamy, it makes the body hot, the pulse is chaotic, sweating, and the eyes are blurred. It seems to be startled slightly." It is consistent with the symptoms of the son, so I think that his disease is steaming."

"Let's see..." Jing Ye went to the bed and sat down, hugged Jing Xiaoyun in his arms to try the warmth of his ears, and if it was as usual, he felt relieved: "Okay, Ye Mao."

Eunuch Ye, who was standing by the door, bowed: "Hey, Your Majesty."

"Pour some clean warm water for the son to drink, don't be too hot."

Ye Mao nodded and was about to turn around, but was stopped again: "Order someone to bring a bottle of rose water from the palace's new tribute. It's sweet, and the little guy likes to drink it with water."

"The slave will go here."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty." Jing Le pressed the edge of the bed, staring up at his younger brother's sleeping red face: "What's wrong with Yun'er?"

Jing Ye rubbed his head and chuckled, "He's not sick, he's grown up."