"Fierce to the extreme, no good death......"

"If you live in the contemporary, you will be in trouble......

The ethereal aftermath mixed with a pungent smell of blood penetrated Song Yuchen's dream, pulling him back to the cold reality from the illusion of a red lotus red flame.

A cool breeze swept in, stained with dew, and penetrated into the cracks of the bed curtain, looming half of her sleeping face, and the place beside her was empty.

In the ancestral hall of the Zhennan Palace, there are five spiritual seats in front of the front, one in the middle and one in the back, and the incense candles at both ends are bright and curling, reflecting a faint cold light.

Song Yuchen walked in with his feet raised, picked up two incense sticks, flicked his wrist and lit the candle flame on the side, stretched out his arm and held it, as if he wanted to keep the incense away from him as far away as possible.

His eyes were clear, but his brows were furrowed fiercely, his breath was heavy, and all the fireworks that floated to his face were sucked into his throat.

After a pause, Song Yuchen bowed hard to the tablet at the front, and his straight body was folded into an aspen that was broken from the middle, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Sighing silently, he rubbed the corners of his forehead and said, "Master, you have been gone for so many years, can't you let me go one day and let the apprentice relax a little?" ”

As if in response to his appeal, the candle flame shook slightly along the cool breeze, and the words on the tablet also shook twice, writing word by word - Shen Ping's lotus seat. The lower right corner is engraved with Song Yuchen's honorific name.

At the end, he sighed again, and the precious helplessness and gentleness on his face were fleeting, and he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and turned into a handful of green ash in the incense burner, and instantly turned into cold disgust and seriousness.

Then he lifted his eyelids, looked at the spirit planes behind him for a moment, and finally nodded respectfully, and turned and walked out of the door in the blink of an eye.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan has been rebellious for half his life, and he has lived as a dark lightning that comes and goes freely, except for the former emperor and the former queen who have entered the earth, no one dares to say half a word to him.

Since the pacification of the eighteen tribes in the northwest and the return of the army, this king of Zhennan has not caused all kinds of troubles, from civil officials to military attaches in the court, regardless of rank, in front of him they all follow the street to see the end of the street, lest they have anything to do with him.

Only the emperor who was left who still had a few possibilities to invite him was determined to hold this younger brother in the palm of his hand and spoil him lawlessly, let alone send, and he was not even willing to say half a heavy sentence.

As a prince, he is still a prominent military general in the court, but he regards the solemn and sacred court as a place for entertainment, and he can come and go whenever he wants, and he will only yawn when he comes, or he will stand silently and do something that makes the people around him tremble.

Three years ago, His Royal Highness gave a rare and valuable letter, probably saying that he was going to rebuild the palace and asked the royal brother to allocate some money, but there was no tactfulness at all.

Jing Shantang's eyes widened and stared, and he was almost impressed by the overly straightforward and free strokes of King Zhennan, so he naturally didn't dare to stop it, and appointed someone to send this hot potato to the study in a hurry, and asked the emperor to make his own decision.

The emperor only glanced at it twice, and then he waved his pen and paid out of his own pocket to his younger brother to renovate the Zhennan Palace, which was once very magnificent.

But the old saying that one thing descends one thing does not stipulate what kind of descending method is, and perhaps sometimes there is no need for an axe and a sword, just as there are exceptions to everything.

And that gentle young son of heaven is the only exception of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan. His spikes from head to toe were all smoothed into gentle arms under the persuasion and love of his brother.

As long as it is the words of the elder brother, whether it is said intentionally or accidentally confided inadvertently, as long as it reaches Song Yuchen's ears, he will treat it as the holy decree of the book covered with Zhu Piyu's jade seal on the Ming and Huang brocade silks, and he will follow it meticulously.

When King Zhennan went out here, Lord Zhang, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, had just gotten up.

After he finished washing, he changed into court clothes and went out, and he didn't know the taste of the food he ate early.

The ambition of Andinghou has not yet been resolved, and the left and right phases have come out to join in the fun, and there are those wall grasses in the ministry who see the wind and rudder, are they just brains when they talk and do things?

The epidemic situation in the southwest has subsided, but the post-disaster relief still needs a lot of expenses, and the emperor urged the implementation of the thinning decree a few days ago, but if the tax is reduced and the expenditure is increased, can the current treasury still be able to support it?

He really couldn't put his mind at ease, one step forward was the Marquis of Anding, who grabbed the emperor's shirt on the Golden Palace and cried that the poor were actually rich, and the step back was countless displaced people with yellow faces and thin muscles.

Master Zhang took a big bite of the steamed bun angrily, but he couldn't figure it out, and he had never tried to be a high-ranking official, nor did he think about how he was caught in the middle of this temple and the rivers and lakes.

After sighing, he clenched the jade plate in his palm, waited for the little servant to open the door, lifted his robe and was about to go out, his face was full of sadness - then his eyelids were raised, and he saw a carriage, the curtain of the carriage was slightly rolled up a little, revealing the warm and jade-like face of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

Song Yuchen smiled slightly, "Lord Zhang is early." ”

Master Zhang, "......"

He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, his dark eyelashes were stained with a little moisture, and when he laughed, his eyes were hazy, with a bit of rare youthful sharpness and clarity.

It was rare for Lord Zhang to see him look so gloomy, and he couldn't help but be slightly distracted, and only after a while did he reply cautiously, "I don't know that His Highness came to make His Highness wait for a long time, it was the negligence of the minister, and I also asked the prince——"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist to shake it.

"No courtesy, no guilt. Master Zhang got up early, and I should have to wait at least another hour. Song Yuchen said briskly, "Lord Zhang also went to court?" ”

Master Zhang silently glanced at the obvious court clothes on his body, and said in his heart, "Could it be that I am dressed like this to go to the ground to plant seedlings", smiled kindly, and said without embarrassment, "Yes, the prince is also in the court?" ”

Song Yuchen shook his head, "I'm not going." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured on his moonlight silver robe, "Can't Lord Zhang see that I'm not wearing court clothes?" ”

Master Zhang, "......"

How to say it is like when he wore the court clothes.

The conscience of heaven and earth, even if this highness is willing to go to the court with dignity, usually just stands silently in the corner, like a beautiful vase with a straight waist.

It is true that Master Zhang didn't want to waste his brain, which was overwhelmed by the accumulation of complicated tasks, to think about something meaningless, but he still involuntarily followed his action and thought deeply for a few seconds.

The theme of consideration is how to achieve the blue sky and empty words in the daytime, but still have the same face and heart as it changes.