The protagonist wants to steal my script again

After being sent back to the mission world that time, An Minghui couldn't help but try to ask the air, "Are you still angry with me?"

He wasn't sure if the developer could hear it, and if he would reply. He was just trying it out, but he didn't expect the other party to actually reply.

Message from the developer: It’s really worrying, do you still have no self-knowledge?If I'm really angry, how can you live until now?

An Minghui has always been a considerate person, but the developer's temper is really weird, making it difficult for people to fathom his true emotions, so it's rare to feel that he has some confidence in his heart, even he can't hold back The urge to play tricks on people.

He said innocently: "But the gentleman I met before said that you have been angry for ten years."

Developer's message: Such a reckless and stupid piece of trash, you actually believe what he said, it seems that I still overestimated you

An Minghui couldn't help laughing, somehow he had the feeling of teasing a child: "Then are you angry? If you are angry, how do you want me to coax you?"

The other side didn't reply again, probably because he felt that he was being played like a monkey by a small executor.

Teacher An, who realized that he had gone a little too far: ...Don't he be angry for another ten years?

***

A few months later, when he heard the news that the emperor had passed away and was succeeded by the seventh prince Lu Tingshen, An Minghui was sitting peacefully in his hut, watering the potted plant on the window sill, whether it was a flower or a grass.

He has been raising this little thing for ten years, and he thinks he is still caring about it. This potted plant has changed from a completely indistinguishable appearance from a weed to a lot more decent, but it has never bloomed, and it still looks like Kind of like... a weed.

He also doubted whether this was really just a pot of grass, but when he looked closely at the stems and leaves of this plant, he saw that the veins of the leaves were clear and complicated, the leaf shape was slender like a sword, and there were fine serrations on the edges of the leaves, and it might Having his finger cut, An Minghui has been scratched many times over the years.

In short, it doesn't look like a weed or a serious potted plant, and I don't know where Lu Tingshen brought it back.

"The second day of junior high school, you don't seem to be surprised at all?" Brother An said this, pulled the chair in front of the table and sat down, his eyes were still looking at his younger brother who was standing by the window and taking care of the plants.

An Minghui put down the kettle in his hand, turned around and answered in sign language: The situation is as it should be.

"Then he ascended the throne, do you feel happy?" Brother An continued to ask, propping his head on one hand.

He was clearly talking about the current Holy Majesty's affairs, but he couldn't hear the slightest sense of respect. If someone else heard it, he would be caught if he didn't keep it right.

Although he didn't know why he asked such a question, An Minghui answered patiently: Indeed, but the affairs of the court have never had anything to do with me.

After receiving such a reply, Brother An's mood improved a lot—yes, his younger brother has never had anything to do with that court, and the two of them have gotten along well in the past few years, because the An family is now in decline and it is not appropriate to show its edge , so he was only an idler in the official department, and he would not bring the second grade of junior high school with him when he went to court on weekdays.

In fact, An Minghui has always felt that his life in recent years seems to be a bit too leisurely. Except for the time when An's father was ordered in danger a few days ago, he just raised flowers and read books every day. Besides his face, he also wore a mask. Apart from not being able to make a sound, it is almost the same as entering a hermit life.But thinking about it carefully, every time he came to the ancient world, he seemed to spend his days leisurely like this, and occasionally some things were snatched by others.

"The second day of junior high school, you know, Lu Tingshen and I have never gotten along, and I don't like him always staring at my eyes." Brother An blinked, and then slowly said what he really wanted to say today, "Besides, the An family was on the wrong team early on. Now that he has become the emperor, it is naturally difficult for me to tolerate me. I thought about resigning from the official position sometime in the next few days, and then you and I will travel the world together?"

Hearing this, An Minghui couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and for some reason, he recalled the sentence Lu Tingshen said ten years ago: One day I want this country to be mine, I want you to be mine, what? You don't even think about being a chivalrous man who makes his home in the world.

When the young man who was described as embarrassed at the beginning said this, [-]% of his tone was determined to win, [-]% of it was domineering, and [-]% of it was panic.Now the most unbelievable half of these words has been realized. Even though it was only said ten years ago with a youthful spirit, An Minghui still intuitively thinks that it is impossible for Lu Tingshen to forget that he still has the remaining half to go. accomplish.

That is to say, the wish of my brother probably cannot be realized.

He coughed lightly, and replied tactfully: Master An will not agree.

"Father had a way to get you to agree to prevent disasters for me, and I naturally had a way to get him to let us travel far away from home." Brother An sat at the table and watched his younger brother concentrate on taking care of the pot of unidentifiable species. He couldn't help but frowned, stood up and came to An Minghui's side, raised his hand to grab the other's wrist, and stopped the action of pruning the potted plants, "You have kept this potted thing for ten years I can't even bloom a single flower, and it still looks like a weed, so why not just throw it away. You like flowers and plants, I'll go and find some exotic flowers and plants for you and come back to raise them. Why bother With such a pot of things."

Brother An didn't like this pot of grass for a long time, and a large part of it was because it was a gift from Lu Tingshen.

Being grabbed by the hand and unable to use sign language anymore, An Minghui sighed helplessly, and could only whisper: "I promised His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince to take good care of it, and even if there is no such promise, the ten-year-old baby How can flowers and plants have some feelings, how can you just throw them away?"

Brother An opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by a sharp voice from outside the door.

"The imperial edict has arrived—Anming Hui'an, the son of Prime Minister Anming, hurry out to receive the edict!"

"Imperial decree?" Brother An frowned slightly, probably because he couldn't figure out how he should have been so busy when the new emperor had just ascended the throne, how could he have the time to come to his side to issue the imperial decree, but he still smiled at An Ming Laughing, he comforted me, "It's okay, I'll go out and have a look, maybe he can't wait and wants to dismiss me early?"

An Minghui nodded, raised his hand to make sure that the mask on his face was still on properly, then put down the things at hand, turned around and followed Brother An out of the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw an eunuch standing in the courtyard with a golden silk book in his hand, and Father An's expression on the side also looked quite strange.

Brother An brushed off his clothes and bowed his head to wait for the eunuch to read the imperial decree. An Minghui naturally followed him and knelt behind him, quietly waiting to hear what this sudden imperial decree had to say.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor's edict said: 'The son of Zuoxiang is quick-witted, intelligent, and known as the talent of the world, and has extraordinary courage. , Special approval for his resignation from office and self-cultivation. From now on, An Minghui, the son of Zuoxiang, will take the post of Minister of the Household Department on his behalf. 'This is it."

After listening to the content of the imperial decree, almost everyone's eyes widened in shock. Brother An's face was full of disbelief, and he almost blurted out doubting words, but he still held back abruptly and lowered his head. He raised his hands to accept the golden silk book in the hand of the eunuch, and responded word by word: "I accept the order. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

It is unbelievable that a position like Hubu Shangshu hastily changed the candidate through a letter.

However, such a random order, as courtiers, they have no way to resist.

Respectfully and politely sent away the eunuch who came to pass the decree, the faces of the people in the yard changed almost immediately except for An Minghui, and brother An's face was the most ugly, he almost gritted his teeth and asked: "Lu... ...Why did His Majesty suddenly issue such a decree?"

No one knows the answer, except An Minghui, who is more or less in a hurry.

But he couldn't say it clearly, in that case, the grievances between his brother and the emperor would probably escalate to endless.

Just like every time he came to a new world, he would still be surprised by the protagonist in different ways. This time, he still didn't expect that Lu Tingshen would be so willful, and he would be so flamboyant just after taking over the throne. mean.

He thought that he should find an opportunity to meet Lu Tingshen alone, but with his and Lu Tingshen's apparent identities, he really couldn't find any reason to meet alone, and he couldn't just enter the palace as his elder brother for no reason. .

And when An Minghui was helpless here, he naturally wouldn't know that Lu Tingshen was absent-mindedly reviewing the memorial in the Imperial Study Room, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

The net has been cast, and the day when it will be collected will not be too far away.

"Your Majesty, the situation in the court is not stable now. If you move the Minister of the Household so suddenly, I'm afraid it will attract criticism and damage your reputation!" The old eunuch standing beside him persuaded earnestly.

"Oh? A group of trash who can only talk when they see the wind, why should I be afraid?" The old eunuch had been with Lu Tingshen for a long time, but he was not angry, but just smiled casually, "Since ancient times, the emperor always I want to claim the name of a wise and holy master, but when everyone is dead, what's the point of asking the people behind me to praise and flatter me?"

"I'm not a magnanimous king. As long as I don't die, and this Changguo doesn't perish, I will always be the rule of the world. If you are not afraid of death, just come here and say what you are not." Sneered , the smile on Lu Ting's deep face deepened a bit, but the amber eyes shone with a cruel light, which made the heart feel cold, "I lost my reputation, they lost their heads, this pen It’s a good deal.”

The author has something to say: The work diary of the faint king:

All the court officials are very boring

There are chastity archways standing one by one, but deep down they are all people who are greedy for life and afraid of death

But it won't be boring for too long

What I want will always come into my hands

There is a kind of villain, everyone is like a villain except An Bao