lucky son

After having lunch with the crown prince, Meng Hui took a short rest, and then welcomed De'an, the chief manager, who hurried over from the imperial study.

Yesterday's Buddhist banquet had already made the emperor no longer have any doubts about Meng Hui, and he was eager to accept the master's one-on-one guidance.However, as an emperor, he was busy with state affairs, and the emperor really couldn't spare much time. After he had been busy all morning and finally dealt with most of the things, he couldn't wait to send De'an to invite the master to the imperial study.

De'an didn't dare to delay, he walked and jogged all the way to the East Palace, even though it was late autumn, fine beads of sweat hung on his forehead.

After being summoned by the emperor, Meng Hui did not dare to delay, and immediately set off with the prince.Hurrying along the way, a group of people just arrived at the imperial study room, but were stopped by the guards at the door.

Director De'an raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "What are you guys doing?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. De'an, just now the right ministers, left ministers and the military and household officials urgently asked to see your majesty to discuss important matters. Your majesty ordered that no one who has nothing to do with it is not allowed to enter." The leading guard glanced at Meng Hui , his expression was full of respect and longing, but he had to do business.

Hearing what the guard said, Director De'an's anger eased, and he turned to look at the prince and Meng Hui embarrassingly.

The crown prince frowned slightly, and pondered for a moment: "Since it is an important matter of the state, let's go in and have a look. Please, Director De'an, send Master back to the East Palace to rest."

After finishing speaking, the prince gave a slight nod to Meng Hui, and walked towards the imperial study.Meng Hui was stunned for a moment by his crisp and quick movements, and almost pulled the opponent's sleeve regardless of his image, but found that all the guards and De'an were all acting as if they were not surprised and took it for granted.

Meng Hui, who almost wanted to kneel down for his mission goal: "........."

"Master Xuan Zhen, I'm really sorry for your hard work." De'an ignored the prince and went straight to Meng Hui, with an extremely sincere apologetic expression.

"It doesn't matter." Meng Hui shook his head, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty ordered that no trespassing be allowed, so His Highness will just go in like this... there won't be any problem, right?"

Even if the target of your mission is the prince, it is still a felony to trespass into the imperial study without an order when the emperor is discussing state affairs with the ministers.What's more, as the crown prince, shouldn't he avoid suspicion in this situation?It would be fine if the emperor took the initiative to inquire, but now the emperor didn't say anything, and the prince took the initiative to participate in it. He really is not afraid of being labeled as ambitious and recklessly meddling in politics.

Meng Hui was worried in his heart, but De'an, who was questioned by him, smiled and took it for granted: "It's nothing, Master, don't worry, Your Highness has done this not once or twice, and His Majesty doesn't care."

Meng Hui: “………………………”

——Because of this, he was even more worried, okay? !

The ancient palace has always been the focus of assessment and study for defenders. After all, this kind of place has strict rules and regulations, and every word and deed must abide by etiquette.

To be honest, although two emperors have been crowned, Meng Hui can't be said to have really been in the palace. After all, in those two worlds, he followed his lord as a counselor and general to conquer the world, while in the army, The hierarchy system is not strict, and he gets along with the two lords as both minister and friend, although there is a distinction between superiority and inferiority, he is also relaxed and at ease.

As for his two lords ascending to the throne, he immediately patted his ass and ran away, and did not have the opportunity to enjoy the kind of "accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger", always vigilant not to be hidden by the bird, and the rabbit died. Force life.

After knowing that he was going to participate in the battle for an heir in the palace this time, even though Meng Hui had successfully assumed a detached identity for himself, he was still cautious in his words and deeds, not daring to go one step further.But he didn't expect that his mission goal was so rigid, not only dared to let the Ninth Five-Year Venerable wait for a monk at the Buddhist banquet he arranged, but even the imperial study room could break in as soon as he wanted, which completely subverted Meng Hui's three views.

Waiting until being sent back to the East Palace respectfully by De'an, Meng Hui was immersed in shock and couldn't recover.He hurried back to the Hanzhang Hall where he lived, and immediately asked after closing the door: "Qiaoqiu! Quickly check, has the Luck value of our mission target changed?"

After receiving the order, the light ball instantly turned on the luck scanning system, and after a long while he stuttered and replied: "Fall, fall, the prince's luck value has dissipated a little..."

Meng Hui twitched the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes exhausted.

Now, he finally knows who his most important opponent in this world plane is.

——not the unpredictable emperor; not the eager prince; not the scheming concubines;

According to Meng Hui's observation and consideration of the prince during this period, his task target is very good in terms of temperament and skill, and without any major accidents, he will be able to firmly sit on the position of crown prince, and then smoothly ascend the throne as emperor.For this reason, not long ago, Meng Hui had some doubts about why he came to this world plane - after all, this prince didn't look like a target targeted by the world consciousness.

However, the premise of all this is that the prince can be honest and not do anything.

This person, once he commits suicide, there is no cure.

"It stands to reason that with the prince's intelligence and ability, he will not be ignorant of these taboos in the palace." Meng Hui rubbed the space between his brows and murmured in a low voice, "How did you manipulate the world consciousness this time?"

"Huihui, what are you talking about?" Guangqiu couldn't understand the soliloquies of its host, and couldn't help asking.

"I'm wondering. After all, the prince grew up in the palace. How did he develop such a reckless temperament after being exposed to him for so long? He dares to do everything he should do and not do." Meng Hui Some worried, "Isn't he afraid that the emperor will be dissatisfied with him and abolish his position as prince?"

"Maybe...the emperor loves and trusts him too much, so the prince's authorities are obsessed, and they only see the love between father and son, but forget the difference between monarch and minister?" Guangqiu guessed.

"It's possible, but..." But, is it really possible for the prince to be that stupid?

In the past few worlds, the mission targets that Meng Hui has been with are all people who are extremely intelligent and have a good sense of words and deeds. Meng Hui never worries that they will lose the chain. accidents and pressures.

It can be said that Meng Hui met all god teammates, and now he met pig teammates for the first time, which really made him a little bit blind.

What's more, he still suspects that His Royal Highness has some connection with Wang Zhaoqing and Yu Junning, whom he once assisted.Yu Junning doesn't need to say much, this guy is so smart and close to a demon, he can plan people's hearts, and he has always been able to play with people in applause. Even Wang Zhaoqing is a person who knows how to advance and retreat, even if he is the most beloved son of his warlord father, Still keeping a low profile and playing tricks secretly, he successfully PKed the rest of the equally outstanding brothers and became the final winner.

If the prince is indeed related to the two of them, he should not be a fool blinded by family affection, not to mention, from the treacherous and ruthless behavior shown by the other party in the chess game, he really does not look like a person who values ​​love and righteousness.

Meng Hui always felt that the personality of his mission target this time had a particularly contradictory, even self-defeating posture.

Seeing that his host was lost in thought again, the light ball did not continue to make a sound. Anyway, its positioning is only an auxiliary tool. As for thinking, just leave it to the host to worry about.

So, Meng Hui's thought went through the whole evening class.It wasn't until after dinner that the prince ended the discussion, returned to the East Palace, and knocked on the door of Hanzhang Hall.

As early as when the prince returned to the East Palace, the ball of light, which had accepted the order and had been watching his movements, gave feedback to Meng Hui in time.Meng Hui waited patiently for the prince to eat his dinner hastily and knocked on the door of his own palace, then straightened his clothes and opened the door for him—if the prince didn't take the initiative to come to him, it would probably be Meng Hui's turn to try to find an excuse Deliberately approached.

Tonight, the prince's brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked quite irritable. When he saw Meng Hui, he stretched his face a little, showing a little relief.

"Your Highness, is something bothering you?" Meng Hui invited the prince into the palace and poured him a cup of tea. Ever since the prince misunderstood that he loves tea, the good tea in Meng Hui's room has never stopped, every day. Treasures, as well as different types of flavors for you to choose, can be described as extremely intimate.

"I had a quarrel with those ministers in the imperial study earlier." The prince didn't mean to hide anything, took a sip of the teacup with both hands, showing a faint smile, "Originally, Gu's mood is indeed not very good, But as soon as I saw the master and drank the tea poured by the master himself, I felt very refreshed and happy."

Meng Hui, who shook his hand and almost poured his cup of tea onto the table, said, "…………………"

——Although this sentence sounds not too wrong except for being too close, why does he always feel that he is being molested by the other party?Could it be that the last world was too sensitive by Jiang Shulang's plausible teasing?

Gathering his mind, Meng Hui sat down with a smile, calmly as if he hadn't thought about it at all: "It's the little monk's luck to make His Highness feel at ease."

The prince curled his lips, as if... a little disappointed.

Seeing the prince drinking tea slowly, without any intention of continuing to speak, Meng Hui waited for a while, but he still couldn't let his mission target continue to die, so he tentatively opened his mouth: "I don't know... what is the important thing today, so much labor? A minister, and made His Highness so unhappy?"

Being able to ask this sentence, Meng Hui was really helpless.

He originally set himself the position of an eminent monk who ignores worldly affairs and devotes himself to the Buddha. Even though he is essentially on the side of the prince, he doesn't intend to let anyone—including the prince himself—know.As long as Meng Hui maintains his impartial, upright and detached attitude and wins the emperor's trust, if someone smears or slanders the prince, he will be able to whisper in the emperor's ear, skillfully defuse the prince's crisis, and even make the emperor turn suspicious. Those who plot against the prince.

It's a pity that the originally planned route does not seem to be suitable now.After all, no matter how high the status of Meng Hui's eminent monk was and how much he had a say in the emperor's side, it was impossible to replace the emperor in deciding the next emperor.Even if he said all the good things about the prince to the emperor, it probably wouldn't be worth the stimulation that the prince broke the rules again and again, constantly threatening the emperor's position.

In order not to let his mission target continue to die, and to restrain himself as a pig teammate, Meng Hui had to tear off his mask of an eminent monk, rolled up his sleeves and went off in person, standing in the position of a counselor and admonishing the prince what to do and what not to do. What to do, either turn your face and kill the king directly; or be your own prince in peace and security.

However, once he did this, it would be equivalent to the collapse of the human setting, and the effect would naturally be extraordinarily horrifying.

It was the first time that such a direct collapse of the character design, Meng Hui was still very guilty. After all, he had a full posture of an eminent monk who did not eat the fireworks of the world, and he also won the trust and favor of the prince with this posture. Once the image collapsed, it would be equivalent to Not only was my previous action a waste of effort, it may even be counterproductive.

After all, the power of turning fans into blacks is enormous.If you once truly believed in and admired a person, but suddenly found that what you loved was just an illusion, then the feeling of being let down and deceived can really make people burst into extraordinarily intense negative emotions.

Of course, since Meng Hui chose to take off his mask, he had already prepared and thought out his speech.He stared closely at the prince's facial expression, judging his emotional changes, and as expected, he saw that the prince was slightly taken aback after hearing his question.

However, the next moment, what the prince showed was not the suspicion, rejection, or ridicule that Meng Hui had expected, but stretched his brows and eyes, and smiled sincerely.

——Laughing...it's actually pretty good-looking.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines thrown by the little angel Jinghong Zhaoying, and the grenade thrown by Ashley dear=3333=