Your Majesty, I am not worthy

He Chao had no choice but to take over the burden from Rong Mu.

In fact, after careful calculation, he took advantage of it.

But it was because of this that He Chao felt uncomfortable.

The front and rear of the school are always tiring. He only came to the school to look at the books in the past few days. The benefits he can get from the school in the future cannot be compared with money.

But Rong Mu didn't take any of it, even the school's relevant land deed and other documents were entrusted to him.

He Chao felt a burning pain in his heart after getting a bargain, so much so that when he and Rong Mu left the school together at dusk, He Chao was still heaving a sigh of relief.

Rong Mu on the road was wearing a big cloak, and the bright orange light path of the setting sun hit his white clothes obliquely, even the white plush around Rong Mu's neck was dyed a bit of pretty.

Looking away from Rong Mu's fair neck, He Chao raised his head slightly: "Shouldn't we go back now?"

Rong Mu raised his eyelids and looked at the gradually setting sun. It was getting late, but Chu Yuheng stayed at his house tonight? Then he will stay overnight in his room tonight.

When seeing Chu Yuheng, he would inevitably talk about unpleasant things, so Rong Mu simply avoided Chu Yuheng.

Rong Mu never mentioned to He Chao that he wanted to go back home until this afternoon when he was busy finishing the closing of the school.

But now it's about the same time, Rong Mu has no reason not to go back.

"Let's go back,? But my house is occupied,? Pack something and I'll stay at the inn tonight."

"Stay in an inn?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Rong Mu didn't seem to want to bring up this topic anymore, He Chao stopped talking.

The red sun was setting, stretching the silhouette of the person extremely long, and on the way back, Rong Mu also saw an old woman carrying a candy bag.

Fairly fresh caramel.

In the warm light of winter, it is covered with a layer of sweet and greasy taste.

Wrapped candy half the size of a palm in a paper bag, Rong Mu wanted to give the money, but the old woman said with a smile that her grandson was studying in the school, so she didn't need Rong Mu to pay.

Rong Mu couldn't refuse, so he got a paper bag of caramel for nothing.

Put the sugar into the white sleeves of the cloak, Rong Mu was still talking to He Chao in his heart, when the old woman's grandson came to study next year, he asked someone to save some money, so he couldn't take advantage of others .

The sweet smell of sugar gradually drifted out from his cloak along the paper bag, smelling this sweet and greasy smell, Rong Mu's steps became much lighter.

Thinking about what to say to Chu Yuheng when he returned to the mansion, after Rong Mu took He Chao back, he saw that there was no one in the small courtyard except the cleaning woman.

"Where are the guests in the house?"

Rong Mu walked over and asked.

The mother-in-law who was cleaning stopped sweeping the dead leaves: "Master, you are talking about the injured man in black? If it was him, that man had never eaten today, and he left the house before noon. never came back."

Chu Yuheng left?

The tense strings in Rong Mu's heart slowly relaxed, and at the same time, his hands covered in white sleeves also gave some strength.

It's good to go...

With such thoughts in mind, Rong Mu walked from the courtyard to his room, but suddenly saw a woman in black under the eaves that he had never seen before.

With bunt on her body, arms around her chest and a sword in her arms, the posture of the whole person is capable and cold. Of course, the most prominent thing is the face of this woman.

The two scars bared their teeth and claws, looking slightly hideous.

This woman with two unique scars on her face is none other than An Er who secretly protected Chu Yuheng in the past.

Immediately clutching the letter in his hand, An Er sighed silently.

She is different from Ansan, as a woman, she is not tender and careless at all, but she is quite courageous, coming in water, going in fire, and can bear the pain all the way, but when she suddenly arrived in Jiangnan, everything changed. , not to mention the task of protecting Rong Mu here is not tiring, it is much easier and more comfortable to get used to than killing people at night in Haojing,

But she has always preferred quick battles, and she has never adapted to life in Jiangnan.

In her human perception, the hidden guard should be in the dark.

She was still a little unaccustomed to the bright place.

And after His Majesty planned to return to Beijing, she should have followed His Majesty to protect His Majesty, but His Majesty left her in Lingqi County and asked her to protect Rong Mu, so she waited here for Rong Mu all day.

During this period, she was still thinking about what to say when she saw Rong Mu,

His Majesty told her that this time, she must bring what she should bring and deliver what should be given.

His thoughts were wandering all the time, and when he saw the man in white approaching lightly, An'er looked dignified.

"grown ups."

Although Rong Mu has no official position now, An Er still bowed his hands in salute.

Seeing a stranger, Rong Mu's forward steps stopped slightly, and his soft gaze became sharp.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

An Er still maintained the posture of saluting: "Your Majesty is the one left behind by His Majesty."

His Majesty originally planned to let An Yi stay to protect the lord, but for some reason changed his mind, and finally replaced her.

But His Majesty came to Jiangnan in such a hurry, but he didn't bring this person back, and it took ten days and a half a month along the way.

It's just a big loss.

But that's all the master's business, she must bring what she should bring: "Your Majesty has returned to Beijing, so I leave my subordinates here to protect you."

"The person who stayed to protect me?" Rong Muhu sneered, "Do you know the last person who was left by His Majesty to protect me... What will be the consequences?"

Dark Two knew that the person Rong Mu was talking about was actually Dark Three, but she wasn't afraid at all.

She would be happier when Ansan died, and even with her, she sincerely wanted to protect Rong Mu.

"Your Majesty has issued an order. Your subordinates will not interfere with your daily life, let alone supervise and supervise you. Your subordinates are only responsible for your safety."

This is what His Majesty emphasized, and she must let Rong Mu say it.

Now Aner has confessed one by one, and his words are quite sincere.

But Rong Mu knew.

Even if Chu Yuheng left, people would still watch him. There was some truth and some falsehood in this protection, and right now he didn't want to penetrate it, nor did he want to penetrate it.

Gently sniffing the sweet smell of sugar in the air, Rong Mu said with a blank expression, "If that's the case, then go down, you don't have to appear in front of me normally."

An Er didn't expect Rong Mu to tolerate her existence with such few words, she originally thought it would take a while: "Your Excellency is not curious...Why did Your Majesty go back?"

His Majesty also asked her to tell the person in front of her why she went to Haojing.

"That's His Majesty's business, how can I go beyond the rules."

Although Rong Mu didn't ask, just to be on the safe side, An Er looked at the cold-faced man in white at this moment, and threw out the words he had thought of respectfully: "Your Majesty's sudden return to Beijing is not because of Wen Li's matter."

"Ah."

Rong Mu's expression was as usual, so awe-inspiring that it seemed that everything An Er said about His Majesty had nothing to do with him.

An Er was puzzled, and continued: "It's because the old general Hua, who is far away in northern Xinjiang, has returned to the court. His Majesty returned to Beijing for the sake of the court."

"What?" Rong Mu was shocked.

Suppressing some surprise, Rong Mu's beautiful glazed eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dim twilight: "You said that old general Hua has returned to Beijing?"

An Er nodded.

Shouldn't Rong Mu focus on His Majesty?

Why did Rong Mu pay attention to Old General Hua?

This is completely different from what An Er thought before, but fortunately she has opened Rong Mu's mouth now, and Rong Mu has now taken the initiative to ask questions from the original dull silence.

"When did His Majesty leave?"

"Before noon, around six o'clock, His Majesty got the news of the spies and left in a hurry, but before leaving, he asked his subordinates to hand over a letter written by His Majesty himself."

An Er still lowered his head, said these words, and silently handed over the letter he had tightly squeezed in his hand.

Rong Mu was also a little anxious.

An Er was quite respectful to this man, so he didn't dare to raise his eyes.

He didn't notice that Rong Mu's hands were trembling slightly at the moment.

Rong Mu pursed his lips tightly, took the so-called letter written by Chu Yuheng himself, and tore the seal a little hastily.

There is a thin page of paper inside, and there is little ink on it.

But a few simple words set off waves in Rong Mu's heart.

The first sentence was that Chu Yuheng was apologizing to him and went back in a hurry, while the latter sentence mentioned that it was because of the news that General Hua had returned to the court.

Reading is fashionable on weekdays and can read ten lines at a glance, but it took a long time for just a few rows of vertical characters.

After Rong Mu finished reading, he felt restless.

The letter didn't mention the reason why General Hua returned to the imperial court, but only mentioned that General Hua returned after winning the battle.

But Rong Mu knew in his heart that no matter what the reason was, Chu Yuheng never liked the old general Hua, and he certainly didn't like the old general returning to the dynasty on his own initiative, so Chu Yuheng rushed back in such a hurry.

Swallowing the foam between his lips and tongue, when Rong Mu's well-articulated larynx moved up and down, he tore up the original intact letter and put it in his sleeve.

Rong Mu was no longer as gentle and kind as before, and his handsome face was also tinged with a bit of frost: "Did your Majesty leave a message about where I was detained?"

An Er was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Okay." Rong Mu restrained the deep meaning in his eyes, "I want to go back to Beijing."

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