sir he is sweet

Before returning to Beijing this time, Murong Sheng had already started to seize power.

His grandfather's family was powerful, and his grandfather Yan Ru was once an auxiliary minister. He not only worshiped the prime minister, but also served as the emperor's teacher and the head of scholars. He was respected and favored by Emperor Qian.

Murong Sheng sent a letter to his grandfather a few years ago, expressing the situation in the world, what he thought, and made a promise, but his grandfather's reply letter was only one sentence.

"If so, go all out."

Murong Sheng received unprecedented support.

But for many things, he still needs to do it in person to establish his prestige.

"Sir, the Seventh Prince may not appreciate it."

In the jade-built garden with carved railings, the old man stroked his beard and stepped in, heaving a long sigh.

The man leaning on the railing to feed the fish was wrapped in a thick cloak, but he was still thin and pale. His face was originally very bright, but it was deeply tired due to long illness.

"Cough...I can save it."

He turned around and looked at the person with a smile, "Mr. Yan, don't worry about me."

The old man was born lean and hale and hearty, and the literati's elegance engraved in his bones prevented him from saying too heavy a word, and he only sighed.

"Since you have sent that child away from the storm, you might as well let him live safely outside, so why bother to lure him back?"

The situation in Kyoto is ever-changing, and the future is unpredictable. A slight movement will lead to disputes in the world and the change of imperial power.

And the compensation is naturally the wealth and lives of countless people.

The man lowered his eyes, flicked his white and slender palms slightly, and spilled the last bit of fish food, with a weak tone.

"He is a dragon, so how can he be kept as a fish in the pond? Sending him away from the wrong place is just to sharpen his mind and let him learn more skills."

There was a wind passing by, blowing layers of ripples, mischievously brushing off the broken hair on the man's cheeks, reflecting the man's pale face.

"Master Yan, Murong Sheng—is the next master of the world I have chosen."

The situation in Kyoto began to change invisibly.

Murong Sheng was at ease at first, either practicing kung fu in the mansion, or going to the palace to accompany Murong Lin. That child has had a lot of contact with Qi Zhao over the years, and often talks about Qi Zhao.

Only now did he gradually realize how hard that man had been in these years.

He was already in poor health, and he suffered severe injuries three or four years ago, and lost most of his internal strength. The rest of his life can be described as difficult.

Until Emperor Qian saw that he could not be free, he called him into the palace to serve, and within two days he gave him an errand, and told him to take care of it.

"Father really can't see his children playing for two days."

Murong Sheng shook his head helplessly, and when he left the main hall, he couldn't help shrugging his shoulders and complaining.

The supervisor personally sent him out, and said with a smile after hearing the words: "Your Highness, don't think so, this errand - it's something no one else can ask for, and it's a great favor for you to give it to you! "

Murong Sheng smiled, and nuzzled at the gold medal he was carrying, "Well, I will become a thorn in the side of the entire capital in a short time."

It's a good thing that Emperor Qian wasn't ignorant, he didn't live to the point of being old and dim-sighted, to actually give him such a hot potato, to check the deficiencies of the household department, this... It's clear that he will offend everyone.

When Murong Sheng was young, he had an arrogant personality. Although he had experienced ten years of hardships, he looked calm and prudent, but there were some things that could not be changed no matter how much he changed.

For example, at this very moment, he is sitting on the wall of the Qi Mansion, swinging his legs and taking out the confiscated script from Yan Shishi from his sleeve, watching how he is arranged in the market, while waiting for Qi Zhao to return to the mansion .