overbearing

In the team of guards who had followed him for many years, except for Shi Weichen who was still the head of his guards and Fang Zhen who was still young, the other few people who were close to him were all named by the emperor.

The emperor did not hesitate to serve these old ministries, and the few people who had been appointed on errands were promoted.Others were fine, but Bai Tingyu's complexion was not very good-looking, and after a while he said, "This subordinate doesn't want to go back to Hanzhou, and this subordinate is willing to follow Master Hou all the time."

Fang Zhen was very envious of the few people who were released outside. Hearing the words, he rushed to the side and interjected: "Master Hou, you can change us. Let Xiaobai stay in the capital and follow you. Let me go out, and I will do it too." If you are not greedy, just being a captain is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jirong gave him a heavy blow on the head.

Zhou Jirong felt that Fang Zhen was so stupid and naive that he was going to be deceived until he had no bones left, because he was so focused on going out to die.I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I threw myself on Xiaobai's shoulder and said, "I don't want to miss you, Xiaobai either. If you leave, no one will get up in the middle of the night to bake steamed buns for me. The supper they make is unpalatable! Zhuo Ask if you can cook noodles in clear soup into scallion dough, Jiang Yu puts salt as if you don’t need money, and when I was old, my hands were only suitable for feeding pigs! I think they did it on purpose!” Then I thought that the rest of the people would also leave, So even those late-night snacks that were unpalatable to a certain level disappeared, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This kind of emotion is really rare in his wanton and unrestrained life. After he was dazed for a while, he finally became impatient, and turned his head to order a few people: "It's not that I won't see you later, and it's not that I will let you go away now. We still have a few days to get together. Why are you putting on such a dead face! Is it good-looking? Why should we go as soon as possible!"

When he said this, Zhuo Wen, Jiang Yu and the others stopped making bitter faces, and all scattered with joy.Even Fang Zhen, who was still not very determined, was dragged away by Shi Weichen.

Only Bai Tingyu was still there in a daze.

Although just now Zhou Jirong put his hand on his shoulder and said that he was reluctant to part with him or something, but it was in a joking tone.He knew that the reluctance was true, but that was all, and it was not much different from his treatment of Jiashi Weichen Zhuowen and other people.He suddenly became a little cowardly, and there were all kinds of turbulent emotions in his heart, like being poured with cold water on a raging fire, and they turned into sparks flickering. He was full of words, but he was suddenly choked and didn't know how to open his mouth.

In the end, he really couldn't say anything, he just repeated it in a low voice with difficulty: "This subordinate doesn't want to go back."

He dryly didn't come up with any convincing reasons, Zhou Jirong took a look at him, then ignored him, patted him on the shoulder, and settled the matter on his own initiative.

In fact, when he knew his brother's plan, his first thought was reluctance in every way.He lost his father when he was young, and was separated from his elder brother when he was still a child.The gaps in the roles of father and elder brother are largely filled by the many guards and old generals who have accompanied him over the years.Knowing that the separation was imminent, he felt uncomfortable no matter what he thought.

But Zhou Jiyao's words left him speechless.

Zhou Jiyao just said: "Now they have a great opportunity to make contributions, Rong Rong, don't delay the future of others because of your own selfishness and willfulness."

The word "future" alone blocked all the evasions that Zhou Jirong had said.Although Zhou Jirong was born in a poor situation, he was also an unadulterated young marquis at that time, and now he is the only prince of the dynasty.He himself can regard these false names as floating clouds, but who should be born to be worthless? Others should always have a bright future, and he has no right to stop them.

In fact, he can probably understand his brother's intentions. The process of obtaining the throne is a bit special, and it is inevitable that he has some reliance on himself.In the past, they only needed to take good care of the one-acre land in Hanzhou. Now that the whole world is their own, they have different things to consider. The military power should be firmly in their own hands no matter what. It is imperative to support a group of trusted generals.

Furthermore, among the soldiers and generals in Hanzhou, except for a few military children, the rest are orphans who survived the wars over the years.Compared with staying in Beijing to live a peaceful life, they would undoubtedly be more yearning to go to battle and kill the enemy.

This can be seen from their expressions of joy after a moment of sadness.Zhou Jirong scolded these unconscionable people many times in his heart, but the separation was imminent, and his heart, which he thought was like a rock, also became entangled and bewildered.

Moreover, there is still a lot of preparation work for the change and handover. Zhou Jirong is busy explaining these various matters to them every day, and at night, every time he gathers with everyone for a farewell banquet, he is very reluctant to part.

Originally the emperor asked him to abstain from alcohol, but at this time Zhou Jirong was full of sadness and felt that the reason for breaking the precept was fair, so he was very righteous when he exchanged drinks with everyone.

In this way, he slept until almost noon this day before being woken up by Shi Weichen. He was still in a slightly drunken state. Hearing that his brother had arrived, he didn't feel nervous, so he greeted him lazily.

The emperor was in the atrium, Zhou Jirong called brother from a long distance, and was about to go there when he saw Bai Tingyu kneeling beside him, obviously the two were talking before.The guards on the side stood far away.

Mike Jirong couldn't help being slightly surprised, thinking that Xiaobai had been depressed for the past few days and still didn't give up, but now he came to intercede with the emperor, but he was always a little afraid of Zhou Jiyao, but it was rare that he had the courage to come forward today.

Zhou Jirong couldn't help being curious, and looked at him a few more times.Xiaobai lowered his head and frowned, unable to see the expression on his face.Zhou Jirong looked over from this side, but his back looked rather desolate.

Zhou Jiyao also saw Dabao coming, he obviously didn't intend to say more, and ended the conversation with a few words.Zhou Jirong only got him to say in a slightly indifferent and calm tone: "...Your father also hopes that you will become famous, don't belittle yourself any more, just do things well. Get up."

Zhou Jirong leaned forward with a smile: "Brother, he doesn't want to make progress, beat him up!"

Zhou Jidong was a bit unhappy at first, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words, he ignored his nonsense, and saw Zhou Jirong with loose hair, looking like he had just woken up, and smelled him again. With a faint smell of alcohol, his brows twitched uncontrollably: "Did you drink a lot yesterday?"

"I didn't drink much." Zhou Jirong didn't care much at first, but at this moment, some instinct of his keenly sensed that his brother was not very happy, so the original righteousness turned into a hesitant denial.

After all, Zhou Jiyao still couldn't bear to blame him too much, so he just drove him to wash up first with a straight face.

Zhou Jirong never had a maid around him, and he usually did most of the things about changing and washing by himself, and occasionally a few bodyguards took turns to serve him.Today, he was still drunk, and he was really lazy, so he asked Xiao Bai to come over and tie his hair.

Zhou Jiyao watched him come over with a comb, thought for a while, put down his teacup, stood up and stopped in front, and said, "Come on."

Bai Tingyu was obviously a little distracted, she couldn't react for a while and raised her eyes to look, and her eyes happened to meet the emperor's.The young surname kept on showing, but Bai Tingyu still saw a hint of scrutiny from the king's sharp and clear eyes.In the moment of being startled, Zhou Jiyao had already taken the comb away when his hand was empty.

Zhou Jirong on the side didn't realize there was anything wrong with this.The first eight years of his life were almost brought up by his elder brother.Zhou Jidong almost raised him as his son, and Zhou Jiyao did a lot of combing his hair, dressing him and bathing him.At this time, the old dream is revisited, as if the years went back and forth, and it is still those carefree times.

"Brother. Come, come." He sat there very grandly, beckoning to his elder brother happily.I didn't feel that my behavior was beyond the duty of a monarch and minister: "Give me back the same comb as when I was a child?"

Zhou Jiyao sighed and said, "At that time, it was tied in a boy's bun. Are you still embarrassed now?"

Zhou Jirong knew that he didn't think carefully, so he laughed twice and said nothing.He is usually obedient in front of his elder brother.But in the end, his nature is hard to change. After sitting in an upright posture for a while, his original shape will be revealed. Even he himself did not realize when he stepped on a chair and put an arm on it dangling. Very uncomfortable.

Zhou Jirong watched him coldly sitting on the chair like a cat.It was supposed to be an unsightly posture, but his well-proportioned figure and delicate eyebrows made him feel pleasing to the eye.

While combing Dabao's hair, Zhou Jiyao sized him up calmly.This younger brother, Douding, had a very good appearance when he was growing up, and he has become more and more exquisite and handsome in recent years.But he himself is heartless and unconscious.Compared with having a bad mouth, a bad temper, and a bad temper, all these things are nothing to worry about. Just looking at his face is enough to make people worry.

Zhou Jirong didn't know what his brother was thinking, he endured his brother's already unfamiliar skills, and several times he suspected that several of his hairs had been torn off.I finally breathed a sigh of relief when everything was sorted out.

The emperor's visit this time was to learn that he was drinking, so he rushed over to see how he was messing around, and secondly, to remind him not to forget the ceremony of worshiping the ancestors tomorrow.

Zhou Jirong usually doesn't care about small things, but he is good at big things.Regarding the grand ceremony of worshiping ancestors, even if he secretly disapproved of it, he kept all the rules firmly in his heart.But after really participating, I deeply realized that the royal ancestor worship ceremony is really a fucking thing.

He got up in the dark to take a shower and change clothes, wearing a heavy dress, rushed to the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Heaven and the Ancestral Temple non-stop, followed the guidance of the eunuch in charge of ceremonies, and worshiped the ancestral tablet that he didn't know at all, until the end he couldn't remember clearly After kowtowing a few times by himself, he felt that the total number of times he had knelt in his life was not as many as today.

In the evening, there was a customary New Year's banquet for civil and military officials, and he couldn't run away. At night, according to the rules, the entire clan had to gather together to watch the new year.Another sleepless night.He had been drunk for the first few days, but after such a day, even he, who is physically strong, felt tired.The few clan disciples who were traveling with them were even more unbearable, they were about to soften into a puddle of mud.