Reincarnation of the powerful minister

That night, after feeling ashamed, Mrs. Su had a good sleep in the carriage. He had no dreams until the sky was bright and the carriage started to drive again, which woke him up.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the capital, Su Yan lifted the curtain of the car from time to time to look at the scenery outside the window.The thoughts that had been deliberately downplayed due to the distance of thousands of miles, popped up one by one from the bottom of my heart——

After returning to Beijing, he will go to the palace to report on his duties. What will the emperor say when he sees him?Will you appreciate what he has done in Shaanxi?Or would he blame him for taking the risk of committing suicide and wasting military power and food for nothing?

The prince is the one who can grow the most, his age changes every day, he hasn't seen him for half a year, and he doesn't know how much taller he has grown, did he study hard on weekdays?

Shen Qi, this guy, died in the fight with Ah Zhui last night, and he doesn't know how his injury was, whether he was treated by a doctor or not.

And his yard, on the eve before leaving Beijing, was secretly sent by Wei Jun to break in and smash the furniture. The furniture was hammered to pieces, and he had to clean it up as soon as he returned, otherwise he would have to stay in a hotel again.

How is the construction of the Tiangong Institute? Can it catch up with the enrollment in the spring of the next year?But don't make a mess, if the bastard King Yu dares to waste his hard work - bah, you can't think about this, when you think of someone, that hot letter pops up in your mind again, delete it quickly.

After noon in the sun, the Wuli Station in Gyeonggi was already visible in the distance. Su Yan felt a little excited, and inexplicably felt a little timid of being close to home, and ordered to stop at the boundary marker of Gyeonggi, and he had to get out of the carriage to breathe.

"Look, why is this boundary marker missing a corner, and why is there such a big crack?" He walked around the huge granite boundary marker and asked curiously, "I remember when I left Beijing, it was fine... It's all like this now, and Yicheng won't fix it anyway."

Gao Shuo said, "I don't even know about the lowly position. Does Commander Long know?"

Longquan shook his head, but judging by his expression, he clearly knew something, but he didn't want to say more.

Jing Hongzhui stared intently at the cracks on the boundary marker, and said firmly after a while: "It was a whip."

Su Yan was surprised: "Whip?"

"That's right, and it's not a steel whip, it's a soft whip. With one whip, the stele was broken. This person is really powerful, but he seems to have scruples, so he only cut off a corner of the stele."

Su Yan was just curious, and didn't insist on exploring the obsession of this strange man, so he just clicked his tongue twice and gave up.

When Wuliyi was reconnaissance with the contract again, Su Yan was a little regretful, and he couldn't even afford to deal with the attentive Yicheng.He originally thought that according to Zhu Helin's personality, he would chase him out of the city and stay at the post station when he saw him off. He would also come to the post station to wait when he heard the news of his return to Beijing.

It's not hypocritical or conceited, the prince insists on taking the wind and washes away the dust, it's just that he feels that he has always been very accurate about Zhu Helin's careful thinking, and now that his guess fails, it is inevitable to be surprised.

Su Yan asked Yicheng: "Has His Royal Highness been here these few days?"

Yi Cheng still remembered that when the famous censor left Beijing, the crown prince came to see him off in a micro-clothes. Obviously, the monarch and his ministers had a lot of affection, so he dared not hesitate to answer: "I haven't been here. Su Yushi has something to say to the next official? "

Su Yan said: "It's nothing, just ask casually." At the same time, he sighed silently: The little prince has grown up, and he knows that he can't mess around with his courtiers and has to follow the ancestral etiquette. This is a good thing.

——But in the end, there was something unpleasant in my heart.

There was even an ugly metaphor, like a milk dog raised with care, who has always been very clingy, but when he came back from a business trip for half a year, he suddenly stopped eating the meat he cooked.

How should I put it, it's a little... sour.

Su Yan turned and walked towards the carriage, and said to the bodyguard: "Inform the Jin Yiwei who is resting at the same place—start and enter Beijing."

In front of the grand and high city gate, a long line of people came from far and near.Wearing a round collar armor, Tiqi guarded the carriage in the middle, quickly passed the identity verification of the guards, and entered the capital of Daming at the foot of the emperor.

After sending Su Yan to the gate of the mansion, Longquan and Chu Yuan bid farewell to him, and led the team back to the palace to return to their orders.Gao Shuo hesitated for a moment, and followed suit.

Su Yan was left with only one bodyguard and two servants.He smiled and said, "Let's go home."

This "we" made Jing Hongzhui feel turmoil in his heart. Although there was still no obvious expression on his face, it could be seen from his eyes that he was in a quite comfortable mood.

"My lord's mansion has been unoccupied for a long time, and now it must have grown grass and dust, and my subordinates will go in and clean it up first. My lord is wronged to stay in the carriage for a while."

"Brother Chasing, I'll go with you." Su Xiaojing volunteered.

He and Su Xiaobei get along with Jing Hongzhui a lot along the way, and they go through all kinds of tribulations together, and gradually develop a family-like bond.Both of them yelled "Brother Chasing" one by one.

Xiaobei was more stable, so he stayed in the carriage to accompany Su Yan.

Jing Hong chased after the gate of her own house, still a little worried, and told Su Yan: "If there is any abnormal movement, sir, I can hear it if you shout."

Su Yan laughed: "It's only a few steps to the front of the hall, what can happen? Go, go, don't always think I'm a meat bun."

As a result, Jing Hongchai and Su Xiaojing had just entered the door, when a round-faced young man looked up at the wonton stall across the street, surprised and delighted, he put down the copper plate and came quickly, walked to the side of the carriage, and shouted He said: "Lord Su!"

Su Yan heard the voice familiar, lifted the curtain and looked, "Fubao!" He got out of the car quickly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"It was the young master who ordered the slaves to leave the palace, saying that Mr. Su would arrive in Beijing soon, so he had to squat outside the gate of Su's mansion and wait until he had to wait. If he couldn't wait, he would tell the slaves to die outside and not come back."

When Su Yan heard the domineering tone, he was very familiar with it and said with a smile, "How is the East Palace?"

"Master said yesterday that Lord Su will arrive today, and he is going to meet him at the inn in person." Fu Bao sighed, "I don't want the emperor to be unwell this morning, and my master is worried, so I went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to attend to the sick. , and thinking about Master Su, I specifically asked the servants to leave the palace."

Su Yan was startled, and the ending trembled a little: "Is the emperor alright?"

Fu Bao hurriedly comforted him: "It's not a serious problem. The emperor has been suffering from headaches for many years, and it hasn't been cured for many years. Today, it's worse than usual."

Su Yan asked one after another: "Headache? What's the pain? What did the imperial doctor say?"

"I don't know the specific pain method. But I heard from the imperial doctor that it is the headache caused by exhaustion. Long-term medication is not effective. The focus should be on conditioning and maintenance, with massage and acupuncture. As long as you don't overwork and think too much , the number of seizures can be minimized.”

Listening to Su Yan, it felt like migraines and nervous headaches that later generations said.Although it is not a serious illness, it is very uncomfortable when it occurs, and it is easy to repeat.In addition to taking some painkillers, there seems to be no particularly effective medicine. Most of the doctors will explain that the lifestyle should be adjusted, work and rest should be balanced, and then the patient should be advised to receive psychological care such as relaxation therapy.

But in this era, there is not even a safer painkiller.The mandala that surgeons love to use, although it can relieve pain and anesthesia, has serious side effects because of its natural toxicity. If it is not used properly, it will produce strong hallucinations and short-term insanity.

At that time, King Yu sewed up the wound on his palm, so he refused Chen Shiyu to give him mandala soup, preferring to endure the pain, he sewed dozens of stitches on the inner and outer layers without frowning.Sitting next to me, I can't stand watching, the other party is still talking and laughing, and he is really a genius...

Wait, didn't you say it was deleted? Where the hell did this bastard come from?Su Yan tortured his overactive and disobedient thinking, and pressed the delete button in his mind again.

He asked Fu Bao: "Can I enter the palace and say hello to the emperor? Originally, when I return to Beijing, I should hand over the document to the official department first, and wait for the emperor to summon me, but I am really worried about this situation..."

Fu Bao nodded and said: "Young master also means the same thing. I want you to say hello first, saying that the emperor will be in a better mood when he sees you back, and his head may not hurt so much. Oh, and I also told you to say hello , don't delay so as not to disturb the emperor's rest, and then go to the East Palace."

Su Yan agreed, turned around and explained a few words to Su Xiaobei, then followed Fu Bao into the palace.

After Jing Hongchai and Su Xiaojing inspected the courtyards and houses of the third party, they found that the smashed furniture had been replaced with brand new ones, and the flowers and trees in the garden had been carefully replanted. Not to mention spider webs and weeds, there was not even a trace of the table tops. Dust, as if it had just been thoroughly cleaned.

The two went out after a round, and saw Su Xiaobei standing beside the carriage thinking.Jing Hongzhui didn't sense the breathing in the carriage, she frowned and asked, "Where's your lord?"

Xiaobei said: "I left with Eunuch Fubao. My lord said he was going to greet the emperor and the young master, let us settle down first, and we don't have to wait for him for dinner, we may not be able to come back in time."

As soon as Mr. Su returned to Beijing, he rushed to meet the saint without even entering the house. He was like a Dayu, and Jing Hong had nothing to say when he chased him.After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll go to the market to buy some wine and vegetables. When the time comes, no matter whether the adults come back or not, I will prepare them first."

Su Yan entered the palace, and led by Fu Bao to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

At a glance, he saw the prince wandering in the corridor, whether he was going in or not, it seemed that he was in a dilemma.

He approached quickly, saluted and said, "Master."

When Zhu Helin saw him, his whole face lit up, and he grabbed his hand: "Qinghe! You're back..."

Su Yan held it instead, and looked the prince up and down—it has indeed grown a lot taller and stronger.It is estimated that in the past six months, the courses of riding, archery, and fencing have not been missed. The shoulders and chest began to bulge with the muscle lines of an adult man, like a small tree that is jointing and thickening day and night.

The prince's face has also undergone slight changes, as if the outline is clearer, the facial features are more profound, and the youthful look in his expression gradually fades away, revealing a bit of the majesty that a prince should have.

He was pleased with the joy of "my family has a son who has just grown up", and in a blink of an eye he pulled himself out of the strange old father's mentality, and said in a disguised way: "cough, talk to the young master later, the emperor Are you better now?"

Zhu Helin sighed: "I don't know right now, that's why I'm in a hurry. Father swung me out—" He made a gesture of waving his hands, with his five fingers pointing down, and his fingers shaking outwards, in a gentle and gentle way. Resolute, obviously imitating his father's behavior at the time, "It's like this. What can I do, I have to come out first."

"Young Master has been serving the Emperor for several hours. Even I can see your sleepiness. No wonder the Emperor persuaded you to go back." Su Yan said.

Zhu Helin touched his nose a little guilty, and he didn't have the nerve to say that he was sleepy because he was so excited last night that he was going back to Beijing, so he couldn't sleep.

Su Yan stretched his neck to look inside the closed palace door, hesitatingly said: "I want to visit the palace, but I don't know if the emperor is willing to see me."