Your Majesty, I am not worthy

My royal brother's eyes were flickering, "Chu Yumi didn't dare to hug more in the end, she just hugged her tightly, and then she let go.

Although the hands were loosened, the two were still very close.

Especially when Chu Yuheng looked at the two of them wearing white clothes, they were as beautiful and elegant as before.

Such a scene reminded Chu Yuheng that it was the same when he was in the counties in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the courtyard in winter, both Rong Mu and Shen Shumo were wearing white clothes, making tea and chatting, as if he was the only outsider.

Whether it was deliberately excluded, or unintentionally perceived Rong Mu's estrangement from him, Chu Yuheng silently thought of going back and asking the people in the palace to wear more white clothes.

But Chu Yuheng's thoughts were interrupted by Chu Yumi's crying.

Chu Yumi finally saw Rong Mu, and under Chu Yuheng's sight, he couldn't hug Rong Mu too much. He only dared to quietly take Rong Mu's sleeve and hold it tightly in his hand. Makeup is a mess.

Rong Mu didn't make a mistake.

Before, because of his love for the house and Wu, Rong Mu was also very kind to Chu Yumi, and Rong Mu indulged Chu Yumi's coquettishness unconsciously.

Afterwards, although he and Chu Yuheng were no longer the same as before, he still regarded Chu Xiaomi as his younger sister in his heart.

The same is true now.

After saluting with Chu Yuheng, Rong Mu helplessly indulged Chu Xiaomi's sobs.

He took the person to the seat and sat down, and when he pressed Chu Yumi's shoulder, Rong Mu could feel the slight trembling of the person in front of him with his fingertips.

"Hurry up and wipe your face with a handkerchief, Your Highness, please be careful, don't make your eyes swell from crying."

The person in front of him lifted the corners of his lips to show a different kind of tenderness, Chu Yumi took the handkerchief: "Thank you, Mu..."

After waiting for Chu Yumi to finish crying, Rong Mu pushed the lotus root starch osmanthus cake that the servant had just prepared to bring up to Chu Yumi: "Your Majesty and His Highness came down just in time, I haven't eaten yet; but there is nothing in the house The back kitchen is still preparing things,? If we eat together, it may be His Majesty and His Highness who will wait."

"Okay." Chu Yumi followed Rong Mu, only the sound of the previous sobbing and sobbing remained.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Rong Mu turned to Chu Yuheng.

Chu Yuheng nodded without saying a word, and his technique of covering up his displeasure was becoming more and more mature.

Ever since Chu Yuheng entered the door, his gaze has been released like this, from a little resentment to now scorching hot, but it has always been firmly locked on Rong Mu.

And during the time of traveling with Chu Yuheng, Rong Mu has gotten used to Chu Yuheng's behavior. No matter how aggressive Chu Yuheng's gaze is, his speech and behavior are still restrained, like a giant beast that keeps roaring loudly but does not stretch out. Out of sharp claws.

Rong Mu didn't know how long Chu Yuheng's restraint could last, and right now he was just passing by.

Both of them are used to this.

Seeing the silence brought by the emperor's brother, Chu Yumi was startled under the veil.

His imperial brother came back, he just saw Ah Mu's gaze so exposed.

But Chu Yumi didn't have the guts to say it.

The three of them had different minds, and it lasted until Butler Zhou presented layer upon layer of delicacies.

Chicken marrow bamboo shoots, duck slices with hibiscus, and osmanthus fish sticks made with sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed in the cellar of the house.

There are many dishes that were not commonly used a year ago.

But Butler Zhou felt sorry for Rong Mu, and he hadn't seen him for more than a year, how could he let the grown-ups sip tasteless dishes with fresh tea and fresh water every day like before.

Fortunately, the Son of Heaven and His Highness the Princess also came over, and the array of dishes on this table would not be too wasteful.

Out of selfishness, Steward Zhou put the adults' favorite fish and bamboo shoots in front of him, and wine was also served on the table.

But Zhou Steward didn't know that Rong Mu and Chu Yuheng had had an incident of osmanthus wine, so today he specially brought Rong Mu two jars of precious osmanthus wine from the cellar.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, Chu Yuheng's heart was like four taels of golden bells in the Linglong Pagoda, which rang when the wind blew.

Shabby and bitter.

Chu Yumi easily took the wine cup that Rong Mu handed over to her, and the words "thank you" were still lightly overflowing from her red lips.

Rong Mu saw Chu Yuheng staring at the white porcelain wine cup in a daze, so he didn't say much at the moment.

He didn't expect the two to separate this afternoon and reunite in the evening, which was a bit too sticky.

But he didn't think about it, and exchanged cups with Chu Xiaomi.

From crying to laughing, Chu Yumi's mood changed extremely quickly.

Now that the chat was over, Chu Yumi didn't need any food, and she was gossiping with Rongmu with all her heart.

Knowing that Rong Mu might not leave again when he came back this time, Chu Yumi's joy did not hide at all: "That's great, Ah Mu, it's great that you're still in Haojing!"

Rong Mu smiled, and turned his head to look bright.

Chu Yumi got excited: "This time, I have brought good news to you, Mu, Guess what!"

"I can't guess that easily." The corners of Rong Mu's mouth curled up.

"Then I'll just say it straight." Chu Yumi stroked the hair that was scattered in front of her forehead, and coughed a few times before saying, "Ah Mu, when you are no longer in Haojing, what will I do for you?" You have revenge!"

As soon as Chu Yumi finished speaking, the smile on the corner of Rong Mu's mouth froze, but after a few breaths, Rong Mu understood what Chu Yumi meant, thinking that he had no feud in Haojing, and the only person who had a dispute was It's chestnut.

"Your Highness, are you talking about Wen Li?"

"That's right!" Seeing that his wine cup was empty, Chu Yumi wanted to refill it for Rong Mu, but her emperor brother took over the wine jug that hadn't been touched yet.

Up to now, her imperial brother has kept silent except for A Mu who got the luggage to get up.

Now she wanted to pour a drink for Ah Mu, but her imperial brother snatched the cup by himself, Chu Yumi pinched her waist, a little frustrated: "Brother, you just drink by yourself and don't refill it for Ah Mu, you are stingy."

"He doesn't like sweet-scented osmanthus." Chu Yuheng wrinkled his forehead.

Chu Yumi was speechless: "Ah Mu, don't you like this wine? I think it's pretty good."

Rong Mu shook his head: "It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that he wasn't used to drinking it before."

"Oh..." Chu Yumi lowered her head, and soon she had a smile on her face again, "Then I should have a good talk with A Mu about Wen Li! It's too much for me to deal with Wen Li." I'm relieved!"

"Cough!" Rong Mu covered his lips, and at the same time pointed Chu Yumi's eyes to signal her to pay attention to her fellow guests.

Zhang Yan saw her royal brother's uncomfortable expression, and it was only then that Chu Yumi realized that she had become too noisy.

Wen Li has some status in his royal brother's heart.

Wei Wei leaned towards Rong Mu, and Chu Yumi put the back of his hand on his lips and "whispered" with Rong Mu: "I knew that Wen Li's identity was unusual, and after I found the evidence, I locked Wen Li up for interrogation. According to the law, Wen Li's death is not a pity..."

Chu Yumi paused, and continued: "But I thought that the imperial brother would reprimand me when I go back, so I used torture. Now that Wen Li's leg is not cured by the imperial doctor, I thought that the imperial brother would reprimand me. I will go to the prison to see Wen Li first, and I have been worrying all afternoon, but I didn't expect Brother Huang to come to see you, Mu again."

Chu Yuheng could vaguely hear [-]% to [-]% of what Chu Yumi said.

Especially Chu Yuheng's last sentence that he didn't go to see Wen Li made Chu Yuheng's heart rippling with fear.

Chu Yuheng knew it in his heart.

He knew that if he really went to see Wen Li, he wouldn't be able to tell on Rong Mu's side.

Rong Mu finally returned to Haojing, and he must not let himself and him have trouble again because of Wen Li's matter.

Therefore, Chu Yuheng chose to wait for Rong Mu's side to stabilize for the matters on Wen Li's side, and then shift the focus of things there.

In this regard, when Chu Yumi mentioned Wen Li again, Chu Yuheng had already adjusted a lot in secret, and he could even pour tea and wine for Chu Yumi and Rong Mu when they were talking in private.

But the intimacy and smoothness of his royal brother made Chu Yumi more and more frightened.

I'm afraid this is not her imperial brother, right?

Brother Huang doesn't throw the wine cup, throwing bamboo chopsticks is a big deal, and will serve her tea and wine?

Maybe there was poison in the wine glass?

Chu Yumi was thinking wildly while touching the cup, her complexion also changed back and forth.

But Rong Mu was much more generous, he used whatever Chu Yuheng gave him.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and Rong Mu had only three or two cups of tea. In addition, he also used a lot of dishes, and the last bowl of lotus seed soup was enough to stop his chopsticks.

After rinsing his mouth with clear water, when Rong Mu raised his eyes, the brow bone and the bridge of the nose formed a beautiful arc, and he could see clearly that the two small dishes in front of the table of the two brothers and sisters of the Chu family were still clean.

After being stunned for a moment, Rong Mu pursed his lips and said, "But the food was not to my liking. I saw that neither His Majesty nor His Highness moved their chopsticks."

Chu Yuheng shook his head, he was not hungry.

When he returned to the palace to process the memorial in the afternoon, he used some meals from the imperial dining room.As for Chu Yumi, when they were seated with Rong Mu, they were all focused on talking to Rong Mu, and the girl's family didn't bother to eat after a few sips of wine.

But Chu Yumi rubbed his stomach, but he was not hungry.

The meal took nearly an hour, during which Steward Zhou took a sneak peek at the dishes on the table while delivering snacks.

My lord had eaten with His Majesty or His Royal Highness before, but it was not much. It would be great if your lord could hold down a small bowl of food during a meal.

But now the chopsticks were used for several dishes in front of the adults, and nearly half of each dish was missing.

Butler Zhou secretly felt alive.

And the butterfly cakes he brought from the back kitchen were put in front of Chu Yumi by Rong Mufang: "Your Highness uses less at night, so eat some snacks."

"Then thank you, A Mu!" Chu Yumi's words sounded like a swallow's voice, making her more charming.

I don't know when, the little girl in Rong Mu's eyes has changed; Chu Rong Mi was surrounded by pearls and greenery in the past, but now she is smiling cleverly, and her gestures and gestures are a little more quiet and leisurely.

Rong Mu's eyebrows relaxed a little.

Chu Yumi is also a big girl. The princess of a country has reached the marriageable age. It seems that he should avoid suspicion with her in the future.

The candlelight in the room illuminated the main hall brightly, and the moonlight outside also climbed up the blue tiles and white walls.

It took another cup of tea before the rice was almost used up.

Rong Mu sent people outside the prime minister's mansion, Chu Yumi hesitated to leave, but in the end he succumbed to his royal brother's cold stare, and had no choice but to lift his skirt and get into a carriage behind him.

But after Chu Yumi got into the carriage, she lifted her curtain and looked pitifully at Rong Mu.

Although it's spring, it's still cold at night, Rong Mu waved his hand towards Chu Yumi: "Your Highness, close the curtain quickly, don't let the wind blow away."

Only then did Chu Yumi close the curtain, and sat back down.

Only then did Rong Mu turn his body and look at Chu Yuheng who hadn't gotten into the carriage yet.

"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

Otherwise, Chu Yuheng wouldn't be urging Chu Xiaomi so much.

Chu Yuheng's black eyes had a light light, and he had a panoramic view of the white figure wrapped in the moonlight: "I will deal with the matter of Wen Li fairly."

When Rong Mu was with Chu Yumi before, he learned that Chu Yumi had already attacked Wen Li. Although Chu Yumi had selfish desires, he also had evidence in hand.

Therefore, as Chu Yuheng said, the matter of Chu Rongmi should be handled fairly.

But what is the basis for Chu Yuheng's impartial handling?

Several laws of the court automatically floated up in his mind, and Rong Mu was as calm as an ancient well at the moment: "Then what does His Majesty mean—to chop off Wen Li's head?"