The left and right sides bent hastily towards Song Yuchen, and then swept past Master Zhang, striding out without looking.

Song Yuchen casually glanced sideways, and Lord Zhang stood stiffly in the shape of a mallet, treating the two vermilion bird tails as if they were bird wings, and the two Xiangye who were like bird wings were two balls of air, as for the few officials and petty officials who accompanied them behind them, it was estimated that they did not have the weight of half a fart in his eyes at this moment.

That's a surprise.

Lord Zhang is a polite and polite person, even when he went to the temple to offer incense, he treated the golden Buddha statues in the main hall and the sweeping monks in front of the door with equal respect, why did he put on such a big face today.

King Zhennan thought about it, but it was only for a moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes twitched slightly.

He smiled and sent away the few people with black faces comparable to the bottom of the pot, and then wrote lightly, "Lord Zhang, please go in first, the important matter of the society is important, I will wait for a while." ”

Fang just took a look, but Master Zhang couldn't help but get irritable, and even forgot his usual politeness, lowered his head and bent down to go in.

The fold in his sleeve was like a lukewarm fire, gently and gently pulling out the sweat in his palm.

As Song Yuchen expected, not long after he went in, Master Zhang retreated, and his face was also not good-looking.

When he lifted his robe and crossed the threshold, he was obviously a little absent-minded, and he didn't even see the king of Zhennan with a long jade pestle next to the pillar, and ran away quickly with a sad face full of ups and downs.

Song Yuchen looked at the dark red official robe and gradually walked away, before turning around and walking into the upper study for a long time, reaching out and gently pushing open the door that was stained with the anger and dissatisfaction of many civil and military officials.

Once, when he was a little prince who was only not much higher than the threshold, every time he wanted to come to see his father, he had to go through two difficulties, master and mother, and the man who held his hand, smoothed his robe, and pushed the door open for him, was now sitting in the door—it was his brother.

In the upper study, the lights are bright.

When Song Yuchen pushed the door in, the young man with a warm face was sitting at the table with a warm face, holding a pen in his hand, one hand on his forehead, and the cinnabar mark rubbed out of the rice paper, which was quietly smeared on the table like coagulated blood.

The smell that lingered in the breath was familiar—it was the soothing incense he had brought with him last time.

Song Yuchen didn't want to alarm him, but he just closed the door lightly, and Song Yuxun was still alarmed.

The Son of Heaven, who is always gentle and elegant on weekdays, raised his head, and a trace of fleeting exhaustion flashed in his eyes for a moment.

Song Yuchen happened to bump into his two eyes, and his heart sank, and his brows involuntarily twisted.

"Xiao Chen is here." Song Yuxun came to his senses a little sluggishly, and in an instant, he put back the tiredness that had been accidentally revealed, put down the pen and stood up and said, "Come and sit here." ”

But in the blink of an eye, he smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to contain the spring breeze of rain, ironing a set of people's internal organs comfortably and warmly.

Song Yuchen sighed silently, blocking his hand that habitually wanted to pour tea for himself, "Brother Huang, I'll just come by myself, you can sit for a while." ”

"You don't have to pay attention to this, and there are no outsiders." Song Yuxun quietly bypassed his brother's wrist.

Although the smile on his face never relaxed, Song Yuchen was never able to put down the heart that hung in his throat.

The hot and fragrant tea soup was put into the cup, and the warm and soft smoke rose up, turning the two brothers' similar eyebrows and eyes into a blurry and intoxicating piece.

Song Yuchen hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice a little and said, "Brother Huang, Master Zhang, he is such a character, you also know, there will be some trouble at the end of three days, last time it was Pei Yi's old horseman, this time it was the ministry, you can't go back to the imperial brother to cook for him, you ......"

He suddenly felt that his tone seemed to be a little anxious, so he paused, forcibly swallowed his anxiety a little, and looked away with some annoyance, "...... You let them make trouble on their own, and they can't think of a reason for it, can't you? ”

Song Yuxun took a sip of tea, his thin lips barely became a little more bloody, and his voice was soft, "You know?" ”

"Hmm." Song Yuchen replied and nodded.

Master Zhang's temperament that can't hide things, he should be able to see it even if he is blind, today he was half a step late, so that the officials and the two ministers came to the door first, otherwise it would not be difficult to see that kind of face.

Song Yuxun sighed silently, put the cup down steadily, and then said jokingly, "You think this is a child's conflict, can you let them solve it by themselves?" ”

After a pause, he added, "It's not appropriate for me to come forward." ”

As soon as the word "I" entered his ears, Song Yuchen's two tightly twisted sword eyebrows involuntarily stretched out most of them.

The tone and complexion eased a lot, Song Yuchen thought about it for a while, and said, "What's inappropriate, wasn't the Jingshan Hall set up in the first place just to reduce some of the burden on the imperial brother?" Why is it that now the steward of Jingshan Hall is running to the study twice in three days? ”

Song Yu said softly, "Zhang Qing has something important to discuss with me, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense." ”

Song Yuchen said, "Why can't you discuss with his subordinates?" Are those people in the Affection Jingshan Hall other than him all corpse vegetarian meals? If this is the case, it is better to find a time to cut all those redundant officials, so as to save them from just taking money and not doing their business. ”

Just now sent away the two groups of people who contradicted each other, Song Yuxun didn't seem to be able to sober up at the moment, he kept rubbing his eyebrows, and couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "What's wrong with you today, it seems that you are not in a good mood." ”

After a pause, he seemed to remember something, and asked tentatively, "Could it be the Xuanjia Battalion—"

"The Xuanjia camp is fine." Song Yuchen hurriedly said, "I'm fine." I...... It's just a little unhappy, and he collided with the imperial brother for a while, don't be surprised by the imperial brother. ”

The young man laughed softly, and the laughter was like a gust of wind that shattered on the silver bell.

He said very patiently, "What's the unpleasant method? Tell your brother about it, okay? ”

Touching his conscience, King Zhennan felt that his brother's tone was inevitably a little too soft and generous, and his ability to coax children was quite perfect, but it was a pity that he had not advanced more than ten years ago.

Now he is no longer the little prince who will cry because he can't cross the threshold, and he really doesn't need his patience and gentleness.

When the words came to his lips, he glanced at his brother's slightly blue eyes, but finally couldn't speak.