Meng Yuan didn't know if his expression at the moment was full of gratitude and respect.

He was really happy.

Before entering the palace, he had prepared for the worst.

Among the hundred secret guards of this Chengming Palace, there are one or two who owe him a life, and there are three or four, and he can also speak. If the situation changes, someone will send the news to the Empress Dowager Chen in time to buy them some time.

All he wants is this little time.

As long as he can get out of the gate of the Chengming Palace, he will have absolute certainty of living. These days, taking advantage of the opportunity to arrange the capture of the Nanshan Society's henchmen, he has quietly covered up a group of soldiers and horses.

Although the number of that team is small, all of them are dead, and with the support of this force, it will not be difficult to kill Jinling City.

However, he never thought that Liu Yun's attitude towards this matter would be so ...... Tolerance.

At this moment, for the first time, he had a feeling similar to respect for Liu Yun, and for the first time, he also admitted for the first time that this emperor was a person of great affection in a certain way.

For Liu Yun, this will was a promise made by the monarch of the Han Dynasty.

But for Meng Yuan, there is nothing better than this.

He had been on the verge of life and death, and he had long understood that no matter how much he got and how good he was, it would be meaningless without her by his side. He is only for her in this life, and only her, as long as she is well, he can leave him behind.

Now it's just cutting off the military power, what is the use of these things on the surface? And the power in his hands is not something that can really be cut away by a will. This is just an attitude of Liu Yun, and this attitude is the most important thing for Meng Yuan.

Besides, with the title of this uncle. It is also possible to get rid of the complicated dispute between the princes of the country, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy.

Compared with Meng Yuan's joyful color, He Jingbian was contemplative at this time.

Taichang Temple is in charge of sacrifices, which is considered an idle position, Fu Geng was transferred from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to Taichang Temple, and it seems that he has been demoted, but according to the old practice of this dynasty. It is very rare for Wenchen to be knighted. Fu Geng won this honor, which shows that his simplicity is in the emperor's heart, He Jingbian thinks. After the matter calms down, Fu Geng is only afraid that there will be a day of recovery.

It was Meng Yuan, but he really suffered a loss. Propaganda and consolation make it from the three products, not for the real lack. It's just a fictitious title, which was established in accordance with the regulations of the former Tang Dynasty. It has been vacant for many years. Some time ago, Liu Yun said that he wanted to clear the land and rivers of the whole country, and he was selecting suitable officials, but he didn't think about it, but it fell on Meng Yuan in the end.

If you just talk about the grade, Xuan Wei made it half a level higher than Meng Yuan's previous Wei commander. But in terms of real power, it is far worse than the former, and the name is better. In fact, he is a land official, and he has to run all over the country. It's harder than controlling water in the Ministry of Industry.

However, this is also a matter of the bright side.

Transferring Meng Yuan as a consolation envoy and cutting Meng Yuan's military power is actually a relatively gentle way to press down on the identity of the enemy royal family of the county lord of Yongyi. If you think about it, this is really a way to get the best of both worlds, and the impact on the situation is very small, as long as it is handled properly, it will not make any waves in the future.

There was silence in the hall.

I don't know when, Ji Chengde has already retreated, Liu Yun stood with his hands in his hands, silently looking at the night sky outside the palace gate.

The sky was a deep inky blue, spreading everywhere outside the afterglow of the palace lanterns, and the rain did not stop, and the white rain lines were dense and dense, as if they would never stop.

After a long time, Liu Yun's indifferent voice sounded again: "After the frost falls, the road is not easy to walk, the northwest is still cold, I want to be the first to see the fish scale book of Xiping Buzheng Division." ”

Xiping is the territory of the original Khan that was included in the territory of the Han Dynasty, with the original Khan capital Daliang (now renamed Xizhou) as the governing place, under the jurisdiction of 15 prefectures and 53 counties, is the largest political secretary of the Han Dynasty.

"Obey." Meng Yuan said in a solemn voice.

Liu Yun glanced at him, with a slight smile in his eyes: "In the next few decades, the Meng Qing family is afraid that it will not stop." ”

Since he is responsible for measuring the land and mountains of the country, it is indeed a hard job to run around all over the country.

Meng Yuan's ice eyes lit up, and if a cold star emerged, he bowed down and said: "The minister is a minister who measures the great rivers and mountains for His Majesty, and travels all over the territory of thousands of miles, so that the people's livelihood can reach the heavens, this is the minister's luck." The words were on one knee, and his voice was sonorous: "The so-called prosperous era, there must be a Ming monarch first, and then there are people living and working in peace and contentment, and the four seas are peaceful. ”

In any case, Liu Yun really has the demeanor of a wise gentleman, and he is more broad-minded in addition to being decisive in killing, and Meng Yuan's words are really from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Yun was slightly stunned, and then smiled indifferently.

He didn't expect that the two wills of rising and descending in the dark would be exchanged for the sincere convincing of this famous thorn.

Presumably, more than half of the reason for Meng Yuan's words lies in the fact that he, the emperor, gently let Fu Jun go.

"That's it, let's get up." He looked at Meng Yuan and shook his head, his tone was a little helpless, "You, beating a child is a stiffener." After that, he glanced at Fu Jun again, shook his head again and smiled: "The county lord is too, and it will be troublesome to beat a child." I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I said that.

Looking at his gentle smiling face, Fu Jun and Meng Yuan looked at each other, and they both found a few memories and warmth on each other's faces.

The fate between them is really hard to describe.

Many years ago, listening to the waves of Xiaozhu, their fates had the first staggering, and then there were the starry sky and fireworks of the Shangyuan Festival, and the song "Chaotic Red" in March in the south of the Yangtze River and when the apricot forest was snowing.

These ten zhang are soft and red, thousands of people come and go, but there are always so many people who are entangled in the vines of fate, making each other the background of memories and engraved into an eternal picture.

At that moment, the solemn Chengming Hall no longer returned to the cold and solemn slaughter of the past/day/day/, as if there was the tranquil fragrance of apricot blossoms, penetrating the heavy rain, as if coming and quietly leaving.

Until Fu Jun and the others stepped out of the gate of Chengming Palace, Liu Yun's lips were still smiling gently.

Fu Jun turned his eyes to look at him.

He stood in the depths of the main hall, his silhouette reflected by the candle flame on the imperial table, clear and healthy, but with an indescribable majesty, the golden dragon on the sleeve of his robe shining in the light.

Even though she has a lot of dissatisfaction with this feudal society, Fu Jun has to admit that she is really lucky to meet a Ming Jun.

She crouched down at a distance and stood still.

He was as far away from her as she walked out of his sight.

The time of the past is like water after all, and they always need to move forward separately.

He followed his path as she pursued her.

Then, at this moment of looking back, the drizzle and cold of this night will be used as a light wine in the New Year's cup, drink with each other, and then say goodbye with jokes. Since then, the waters have been wide and the heavens have been long, and she only wishes him peace and joy, and all things well.

There was a familiar warmth around him, and his hand was wrapped in a big palm.

Fu Jun turned to look at Meng Yuan.

His clear eyes were bright and clear, like a clear rain soaked into them, washing away a qiē impurity, leaving only purity and warmth.

Her heart was also warm, she couldn't help but smile at him, held his hand back, and the two walked hand in hand, and the pair of dark blue and inky black figures quickly disappeared in the drizzle...... (To be continued.) )

ps: Next, the heroine has to solve a case that was laid down a long time ago, and then explain the ending of some characters and events, which will be almost over at the end of the month, let's talk about it here first, mmmm.