Your Majesty, I am not worthy

This is true every year.

Although the palace is simply saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, it is still very lively outside the palace.

The people of Haojing celebrated the New Year's Eve and welcomed the Lantern Festival, and the New Year's day will be kicked off.

And when the green grass stretching to the horizon is first exposed, the chill in Haojing in early spring also dissipates early, and in the warm spring, even the wind has lost the chill of half a month ago, it seems to be used on the face The softest towel brushed his face.

People can't help scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks and calling out an itch.

Under the warm spring sun, Rong Mu hurried back to Beijing before the shoots of the willow bank appeared.

It's March, and the grass is growing and the warbler is flying. Rong Mu took the rein and looked at Hao Jingjing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Next to his black horse, an equally handsome black horse rubbed against Rong Muzuo from time to time. under the dark horse.

The two horses were so close that Rong Mu's leg even touched Chu Yuheng several times.

No.13, being rubbed against his shoes, Rong Mu retracted his envious eyes looking at the paper kites in the sky, lowered his head slightly, and saw that the white toes of his shoes, which had just been wiped clean with a damp cloth this morning, were stained with dust again.

dirty again...

He calmly controlled the horse to veer towards the side of the road, Rong Mu looked at the two horses which were no longer close to each other, and then continued on his way with a straight face.

But less than the time for a cup of tea, the horse walking beside him came closer again...

Rong Mu fixed his eyes, exerted a lot of force, and then took up the shoes that were almost rubbed against again: "Can your majesty stay away from me? It's too close, and the horse will easily collide."

Chu Yuheng, who was looking for opportunities to get close to Rong Mu all the way, didn't want Rong Mu to say that, but his raised foot was already frozen in the air, so Chu Yuheng changed the subject: "Ahead is the entrance to Haojing,? Ah Mu Can I live in Shuyun Palace when I go back this time?"

"Shuyun Palace?" Rong Mu tightened the rope, "It's inconvenient in the palace, the grassroots still live outside the palace."

"Then still live in the prime minister's mansion?"

"Ah."

Rong Mu replied lightly.

In fact, what he wants to do most is to find a vacant property nearby.

There is no need to go back to the palace, and there is no need to go to the prime minister's mansion where he lived before.

But it was inappropriate to reject Chu Yuheng one after another.

Chu Yuheng lowered his posture and coaxed him to go back, and he followed Chu Yuheng's wishes. If Chu Yuheng really allowed him to return to Haojing unscathed, then he didn't mind acting more during these days.

Who can coax whom, who can tell.

Now that I have returned to Haojing, meeting old General Hua is the most important thing.

As expected, Chu Yuheng did not avoid him.

He took the initiative to explain to him any news he got along the way, so now Rong Mu knew that the team that Old General Hua returned to Beijing was estimated to be about five days later than them; found the answer.

The scorching battle situation in northern Xinjiang suddenly turned into a trend overnight. The old general's team smashed through the enemy's army and took the enemy's camp directly.

And Chu Yuheng also mentioned that General Hua returned to Beijing to report on his duties this time, but he actually brought a very important token with him.

Originally, Rong Mu wondered whether the old general Hua returned to the capital on his own intention or was forced by Chu Yuheng, but later learned from Chu Yuheng that it was not Chu Yuheng who asked the old general Hua to return to the capital.

After Chu Yuheng left, he asked Chu Yuheng to supervise the government affairs. Chu Yuheng didn't understand the relationship between Chu Yuheng and the generals, so he released old general Hua back.

After the great victory, General Hua delivered the documents to return to Beijing in northern Xinjiang, and Chu Rongmi in Beijing approved it, and then General Hua returned to the court.

So General Hua's return to Beijing caught Chu Yuheng and Rong Mu by surprise.

Chu Yuheng suspected that the old general Hua had a heart of disobedience, otherwise why would he bring his troops back?

But it was different from Chu Yuheng.

Rong Mu was not panicked at the moment that General Hua would be unfavorable to the court.

A military commander, iron-blooded and loyal.

The living triumphantly held heavy soldiers in their hands, and the dead died in battle, shrouded in horse leather. No matter what their destination is, there is only one way at the end of generals like Hua Laohuai and Hua Huaiyin, and that is to serve the country loyally.

So Rong Mu was interested in the token held in the hands of Old General Hua.

The former old general Hua had already made plans to stay in northern Xinjiang for the rest of his life. If he could return to the dynasty, the things in the hands of the old general at this moment must be very important.

Still pondering over what Old General Hua was holding in his hand, Rong Mu's carriage and horses had already parked in front of the prime minister's mansion, and Rong Mu hadn't come back for more than a year, the prime minister's mansion was as clean as new, even the two huge stone lions outside No dust at all.

The plaque hanging above the door is shining in gold and powder, and the three words "Prime Minister's Mansion" are written in Shu Jun, like Rong Mu's own pen at the beginning, but it's not.

If you look closely, you can see the difference.

It's just nine points similar...

Chu Yuheng saw that Rong Mu was staring at the plaque, thought of something, and immediately explained: "The previous plaque fell from the top after the rain, so I wrote a new one and hung it up."

Rong Mu nodded and didn't say much.

But Chu Yuheng wanted to go in with him, but Rong Mu stopped in front of Chu Yuheng: "Caomin can go in by himself, there are still so many things in His Majesty's palace, so don't delay."

There is indeed something going on in Chu Yuheng Palace.

After deliberating for a while, Chu Yuheng did not dismount: "Then I will go back first, but I want to make it clear to you that I am going back for the government, not for Wen Li's affairs."

Seeing Chu Yuheng's nervous expression, Rong Mu slightly raised his brows: "The grass people know, your majesty should go back to the palace quickly."

After making sure that Rong Mu didn't misunderstand him this time, Chu Yuheng pulled the rein in his hand and turned the horse's head.

When riding a horse, he stepped back three times.

This made Rong Mu feel funny.

He was always the one who was reluctant to part when the two parted, and he never thought that one day they would be able to reverse it.

But he no longer had the reluctance he had before.

Seeing Chu Yuheng's bare back disappear into the alley, Rong Mu turned around.

The guards who were guarding outside the Prime Minister's Mansion before were nowhere to be seen, and the gate was closed tightly.

He thought he couldn't push the door open, but unexpectedly, with a little force, the red carved lacquer door gradually opened with a low hoarse sound.

It was quiet outside the mansion, but it was extremely lively inside the mansion.

Rong Mu saw the courtyard as soon as he entered his eyes.

Clear stone paths, neatly trimmed flowers and plants, and several books drying on the stone table in the courtyard, apart from the fragrance of plants and trees in the courtyard, there is a faint fragrance of ink lingering.

The static is extremely beautiful, people come and go, and the moving scene is also vivid.

Steward Zhou, who had always dealt with affairs in the mansion, suddenly aged ten years. His originally black hair had become a mixture of black and white, and the white hair was still shining with a silvery gleam. sound like a bell—

"How many times have I said that adults' books should be treated carefully, adults don't like anything else, only these things, you are so careless!"

The servant who was reprimanded had a blank face, but he didn't dare to respond.

Butler Zhou continued to scold him, pinching his waist with his hands, and saw that the closed door somehow opened.

And the people in front of the door are even more dazzling.

A familiar white cloak, a familiar face, and a light smile on his lips.

It seems nothing has changed.

My lord just went to court, and now he is returning home.

Rong Mu has indeed returned.

In the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Steward Zhou, who had confirmed several times, asked the servant who had just been scolded to prepare some hot tea and snacks, while his own eyes were red, and he wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Rong Mu looked at Butler Zhou helplessly.

He is only good at coaxing people who are younger than him, for someone as old as Butler Zhou, Rong Mu is a little embarrassed for a while.

Silently watching Butler Zhou cry, Rong Mu couldn't hold back, and took out a handkerchief from inside the cloak: "This is my extra handkerchief, Uncle Zhou wipes his eyes."

"Hey!" Steward Zhou's hand was trembling when he went to pick it up. After a long time, Steward Zhou calmed down, "This old servant is rude, I am so happy...My lord is still wearing a big cloak, but he is still cold ? This old slave will ask the subordinates to light a charcoal fire for heating!"

Thinking that Rong Mu was still in dilapidated body, Steward Zhou nervously planned to send the people under him to the charcoal fire, while babbling about his poor health.

"no, I'm fine!"

Rong Mu stopped Old Butler Zhou with a smile.

Not knowing that his return to Beijing would make Butler Zhou so happy, a warm current surged through Rong Mu's heart for a while.

"I'm all right now."

Steward Zhou was shocked: "My lord is healed?!"

"Okay." Rong Mu reached out and patted his chest. Although he looked thin, he was not as weak as before. The imperial horse is here."

"That's fine..."

Butler Zhou was surprised, and looked at Rong Mu's appearance carefully, and when his rough fingers pinched the hole in Rong Mu's cloak, the distress on his face became more and more intense: "It's a crime, I don't know that your lord is outside. What kind of life are you living, the cloak is so big that you still can't bear to throw it away!"

Rong Mu: ...

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