After rebirth, he quit the cinnabar mole

It was already night when Zhong Yanyu returned to the palace from the Zhongfu, when Zhong Yanyu was about to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he hesitated for a while, and finally changed direction.

"Mother, aren't you going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?" Xu Chen asked puzzledly. The wind and snow were heavy, and he was holding an umbrella beside the young man. The umbrella was more than half tilted, his shoulders were wet, and the young man was not exposed to the wind at all. Snow.

Only at this time, Xu Chen straightened his back——

Zhong Yanyu's eyes darkened a bit, and she seemed to have inexplicable emotions, "I won't go."

In Qianqing Palace, however, the lamps were on. As soon as he stepped in, the young man saw rows of plum blossoms. He couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, "Who transplanted them?"

Xun Hui, who was standing beside him, said slowly: "Your Majesty has been working since noon today, planting the plants with his own hands, and the servants remember your order, as long as His Majesty has not done anything excessive, they will follow him, so there is no guard to stop... ..."

The surrounding eunuchs and maids knelt on the ground. They were afraid of the young man's blame, and the king's mind was unpredictable, but now the empress is in power, and they can decide their life or death with a single word.

After the young man came to power, his happy face became more silent, and his expressionless face was not as gentle as before. It was unpredictable and unmeasurable. Even Xun Hui occasionally couldn't figure out the young man's mind.

Zhong Yanyu pursed her red lips, and her phoenix eyes flashed a trace of coldness, "There are enough trees in the Qianqing Palace, there is no need for plum blossoms, let's move them out."

Jing Guhan was in Qianqing Palace, handling the government affairs for Zhong Yanyu in advance. After a tiring day, he actually didn't want Zhong Yanyu to come over. To be precise, he hoped that he would go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and come to look for him again if he couldn't see himself.

But he still overestimated his position in Yanyu's heart. He stood at the door and looked at Zhong Yanyu's indifference, but he couldn't say anything to refute. The gap between the two was like a mountain, pressing down on his heart. up, leaving him breathless.

The black figure returned to the inner room, as if he hadn't seen the scene just now, but Zhong Yanyu had already noticed the movement, the whole palace was full of his people, what was Jing Guhan hiding?

In the old Baixue Plum Blossom Covenant, in his previous life, he saw Jiang Xinyue in Jing Guhan's arms with his own eyes——

People do not love for no reason, nor do they hate for no reason. Zhong Yanyu just saw everything clearly after reading Qianfan.

Maybe he still has residual love for Jing Guhan, but even if he raises his eyebrows together, he is no longer the same as before. He is gradually drifting away from Jing Guhan soberly. entanglement.

The world is the first, followed by love.

Thinking of this, he stepped into the Qianqing Palace and frowned when he saw the untouched dinner, "Why hasn't Your Majesty eaten yet?"

Jing Guhan didn't seem to notice Zhong Yanyu's indifference just now, and stepped forward to hug the young man, "I want to have dinner with you when you come back." He kissed the young man's red lips, held his hand, and almost leaned against him. on him.

Zhong Yanyu frowned, "Your Majesty, I have eaten at the Zhong Mansion."

When he saw the bowls and chopsticks on the table that were only available for lunch, he suddenly felt something was wrong, "Have you eaten your lunch?"

Jing Guhan shook his head, "I've been waiting for Yanyu."

Zhong Yanyu frowned even deeper, and pulled him to the dining table, "In the future, if I'm not here, Your Majesty should have a good meal."

Afraid that he would not eat well, he simply sat down and brought him some food. Jing Guhan was flattered and ate it, "Yanyu, I'll just eat it."

"The imperial doctor said that you should pay attention to your body. No matter how much trouble your Majesty makes, you shouldn't make fun of the dragon's body." Zhong Yanyu also filled him with chicken soup, and said while filling the cups and cups, until he saw that the man was full, he stopped eating. Put down your hands.

Jing Guhan smiled, "Is Yanyu worried about me?" He likes the care of young people now, unlike the indifference before, under the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes seem to be much softer.

He kissed the young man's fingertips, Zhong Yanyu met his lingering eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and then she quickly came to her senses, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take a shower and rest."

He still had official business so he didn't want to accompany others, and was about to go to the table to deal with the memorial, but Jing Guhan took his hand, pressed it in his arms, was hugged horizontally, and walked towards the bathing pool.

"I've already taken care of the memorial, so don't worry about it." Zhong Yanyu calmed down in one sentence. On the hot chest was the beating heart. He raised his head, and the man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes came into view.

Jing Guhan lowered his head and kissed his red lips. In the warm spring water, the Tsing Yi was slowly loosened, and the sound of water sounded and splashed.

As the night fell, Zhong Yanyu's voice became hoarse, her phoenix eyes were stained red, but she couldn't help stopping the man slightly, "I have to go to court tomorrow, so don't mess around for too long."

Jing Guhan saw that this person was still thinking about other things, he couldn't help but wrap it up for the clean young man and hugged him on the soft couch, the incense was wafting, and the inner room was extraordinarily warm, Zhong Yanyu's hand was pulled back to the couch, unable to escape the shackles of intimacy .

Under Jing Guhan's tutoring, Zhong Yanyu became more and more proficient in government affairs, and there were more and more things to worry about, so he had little time to take care of Jing Guhan. This caused Jing Guhan's great dissatisfaction, but He didn't say anything, just helping with government affairs.

Until this day, Zhong Yanyu received the memorial to urge the emperor for the first time, and when he opened it, he saw that the person who submitted the letter was actually a party headed by Prime Minister Zhao, and he couldn't help frowning, "No wonder, I said how could any petty official dare to mention this. "

In front of the main palace, reminding her husband to take a concubine, can Zhong Yanyu bear it?

Of course not—

He went back in a "yin and yang" manner, and wrote a thousand words eloquently. He told Zhao Cheng and others that if he was too free, he would find something serious. There are so many state affairs every day. I don't know how to deal with them. I was thinking about something messy!

But what about after writing?

Zhong Yanyu lowered his head and couldn't help but think deeply. The matter of the emperor's heirs cannot be resolved in a few words. His eyes lowered, and he summoned his trusted guards, "Go and inquire about the orthodox bloodline heirs within two generations of the royal family. How are they? The palace wants to choose an adoptive son to the knees."

According to the ancestral system, if the emperor has no heirs due to physical problems, he can choose a son of the orthodox bloodline to succeed him within the last two generations of the royal family. He really has to choose a suitable heir to train.

Now that Zhong Yanyu's words are the imperial decree, the guards will naturally not talk too much, but within half a month, they made a list of all qualified people and presented it.

Jing Guhan was still puzzled when he saw this roster, Zhong Yanyu saw that he was too tight around him, so he lied to him and said, "There are too few people in the harem, it's time for a draft."

"No! If I don't choose, I want Yanyu." Jing Guhan immediately kissed him on the cheek, hugged his slender waist and said, "Yanyu's waist is the softest, I know it." In recent nights he Touching and hugging every day, and recklessly rushing, can you not know?

Zhong Yanyu's eyebrows twitched, an evil smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he stroked the man's cheek, "Your Majesty, did I say that I chose it for you? The harem is too lonely, and I think these men are good candidates. It's what I like..."

"Zhong Yanyu! How dare you!" Jing Guhan blushed, bit his red lips fiercely, grabbed the roster, and tore it to pieces, "If you dare to look at other people, no matter whether he is male or female, I will never let him go!"

Zhong Yanyu didn't notice for a while, seeing the smashed roster, she wanted to tear Jing Guhan up.

The guard was not surprised, and presented another copy. He also kept two backup copies. This time, he specially reminded, "These are the royal heirs within two generations. The empress, please have a look."

Jing Guhan was taken aback for a moment, then took the brochure and looked at it, and sure enough they were all surnamed Jing.

"Have you seen enough?"

Zhong Yanyu's eyes were like knives, Jing Guhan handed him the roster in an embarrassing manner, and understood what the other party wanted to do, so he whispered: "Yanyu, why didn't you tell me that you chose the crown prince, I really thought you wanted it." What about the draft."

Zhong Yanyu looked at the people on the roster, and pursed her red lips, "Your Majesty, only two brothers survived. Among them, King Yishun murdered you and his whole family was exiled. He has many heirs, but the choice of Prince Shun's heir may be against his will." .”

He was analyzing, and counted the names on the roster, but there were only fifteen, and immediately frowned and looked at the guards, "Why are there so few people, are there so few men within two generations? Both the concubine and the legitimate son are counted. ?"

The guard knelt down on one knee, "The subordinates have investigated everything, and there is absolutely no mistake. Although some royal family members have wives and concubines in groups, the children are not too many, most of them are women, and the rest have some suspicious origins. Those who confuse the royal family’s blood were not included, and some whose mothers were of humble origin, whores, prostitutes, singers, dancers, etc., were not included.”

He took out another brochure, "This is a complete list of heirs. There are 28 people in total, but the origins of ten of them are really inappropriate. Please have a look, Empress Dowager."

Zhong Yanyu wanted to see why it wasn't suitable, so she opened it to read. There was a person's name written on the booklet, and below was the record of the person's birth, past experience, family background, etc.

Prostitute. The son of a prostitute, he has twelve houses before reaching the crown, likes brothels and prostitutes, has no fame, no way...

Her mother was born in a poor peasant family, her homework was good, and she was a scholar in the imperial examination, which was not bad, but Zhong Yanyu looked down and saw that she had broken sleeves, and there was more than one man in the family, Nanfengguan also had a good friend, her private life was chaotic...

The son of a show girl, with a cruel personality, involved in the murder of a child?

The son of a business woman, he took advantage of his status as a relative of the emperor to rob civilian women many times in the jurisdiction, and was later disposed of by the Beijing officials, and then he was taken to the woman's family by him and his leg was broken, and he was still recovering from his injuries...

……

"Why are these heirs within two generations no better than each other?!" Zhong Yanyu couldn't even look at it.

The guard pursed his lips and said: "In the two generations, there are only five people in the same bloodline, namely, Prince Yishun, Prince Qinshun, Prince Gong, Prince Xiao, and Prince Liang. It is true that there are fewer people. The battle for the throne of the late emperor was fierce back then. There are only a few brothers left, and the concubine married by these five princes is also a powerful one, and there are serious fights in the backyard..."

Zhong Yanyu naturally heard about some mistresses who favored and killed only their own sons and suppressed other sons. He looked at those people just now, and sure enough those who committed crimes and were ordinary were mostly sons...

If there are many mistresses, there are only three parents and children, and if there are few, there are only one legitimate son. In this way, it is not bad for five princes to have fifteen male heirs that can be handed over...

He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, "It seems that we need to screen carefully."

Jing Guhan looked at the roster, those who were excluded by the guards before were not unreasonable, all of them were so bad that they really couldn't make it to the stage, and there were rules for selecting heirs within two generations. ?