Shen Mengxi sighed and entered the palace city.

"Ah Niang, Yan Pu's case has been concluded, and I want to implore Ah Niang to avoid the exile of Yan Twelve."

Emperor Wu had an expression of "I knew it was like this", and looked at her with hatred, "What's so good about that kid?" A-Niang has a newly sent boy here, surnamed Han, very handsome, and stylish, so let's send it to Yue'er. ”

"That's A-Niang's person, and the son will be strict twelve! A-Niang~~~" The last one shouted a thousand times.

"What's so good about the son of a sinner?" Emperor Wu frowned.

"Then what's so good about Shangguan Wan'er?"

"Hey! You kid! Emperor Wu was so angry that he patted Shen Mengxi's arm.

"A-Niang~~~"

Half an hour later, a team of men and horses galloped out of Tianjie, passed through the Dingding Gate, caught up with the exiled prisoners who were dressed in strings and staggered forward, showed their instructions, and simply negotiated with the escorted officers and soldiers, and took away the ignorant Yan Jikang.

His two brothers were startled and struggled and shouted, "Don't kill Twelve, kill me!" The escorted officers and soldiers whipped him several times, fell to the ground, and wept bitterly.

When Yan Twelve was uncertain, he was stuffed into a carriage and sent directly to Shangshanfang.

After changing the bath water three times, I finally washed it off. He was placed in a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, and two maidservants served him, but the princess never summoned him.

Having just experienced the pain of losing a loved one, his brother did not know whether he was alive or dead during exile, and now he has entered the princess's mansion, his fate is undecided, and it is inevitable that he will be restless and unable to sleep and eat. Fortunately, there was pen and paper in the study, and he wrote many angry poems, and he stroked the piano every day to vent his emotions.

Shen Mengxi heard the sound of the piano with anger, hatred, sorrow, and despair, and he also felt pity for this sixteen-year-old boy in his heart. Walking into the courtyard, Yan Twelve received a notification from the maidservant, immediately stopped playing the piano, and got up and saluted with some trepidation.

"Yan Shishilang, without your consent, this palace will bring you back to the mansion in the name of the face, don't blame me."

Yan Jikang saluted again, "Twelve naturally knows the princess's good intentions, how can she be so ignorant." ”

"You live in peace, the books in your house have been confiscated by the imperial court, and I will order someone to find them for you again, study hard, and there will always be a day when you will see the light of day again." Shen Mengxi encouraged him to revive the family business.

"Heh, what's so good about being an official? Once a catastrophe falls from the sky, it is not a broken family, it is better to be a farmer! Yan Jikang said with some anger.

"Tian Jiaweng? Hehe, a county order can ruin his family. Shen Mengxi muttered.

Yan Jikang was stunned when he heard this, and then said coldly: "This world is really boring. "It seems that life and death will sprout.

"Do you want to die?" Shen Mengxi said: "To tell you the truth, I guess that Lai Junchen will not let your family go easily, and he will definitely attack your brother on the way to exile." That's why I disregarded my own name and begged Your Majesty to bring you back to the mansion! Yan Jikang! Hongu saved you twice, are you ready to repay me like this? ”

Yan Jikang's expression changed, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and cried bitterly, "Why did it become like this overnight?" ”

"I'm wondering why someone would suddenly want to assassinate me."

Yan Jikang raised his head, "Your Highness, please believe Twelve, it is definitely not an uncle, nor is it the Yan family!" ”

"Isn't it that your Yan family became angry because of the rumors, and then had the heart to commit a crime?" Shen Mengxi stepped forward.

"No, no, no! No! Yan Jikang waved his hand again and again and sat on the ground, "Twelve, twelve, a few days ago, I wish I had really become the face of His Highness......

Shen Mengxi couldn't cry or laugh, he was really an innocent teenager.

"Your father doesn't have any grievances?" The face continued to press.

"Although my father was a little annoyed, my father was grateful to the princess for saving her life more, how could he be that ungrateful!"

Shen Mengxi also knows something about Yan Pu, that person is really a rare pure and kind person among officials, and his official reputation is very good on weekdays, but it is a pity that he offended Lai Junchen and ended up in a different place.

Shen Mengxi extinguished Yan Jikang's heart, "Get up, your life is mine now, you have to do two things for me in order to be free." ”

"What's the matter?" Yan Jikang wiped away his tears and stood up.

"I haven't thought about it now, I'll look for you when I need you!"

"Then if it drags on for twenty years......" Yan Jikang was a little anxious.

"Nope! You can't do martial arts, why should I raise you for 20 years, hurry up and study and practice martial arts! Don't use you, it's nothing. Shen Mengxi raised his palm and motioned for him to do the same.

Struck towards the young man's palm, making a crisp sound, "A gentleman's word!" ”

"Whip it up." Yan Jikang said sullenly.

"The princess's mansion doesn't raise idlers, I heard that you are good at carving, go back and engrave a version of the scriptures for me." After speaking, he added, "By the way, this engraving is your food money, not those two things!" ”

Yan Jikang was dumbfounded.

******

Shen Mengxi entered the palace to ask for peace, and met Huaiyi, who was presiding over the reconstruction project of the Ming Hall, he was dressed in a monk's robe, no longer high-spirited, and his eyes were empty.

Three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, many armed officers and soldiers are guarding outside the wall, thousands of migrant workers are working on the construction site inside the wall, half a year, the base and general framework of the palace have been completed, Shen Mengxi thought of the golden and brilliant palace in the past, felt very pity, shook his head and continued to move forward.

There was a call from behind him, "Your Highness! ”

She smiled, stopped, and turned around to wait for Huaiyi to approach, Shen Fifteen vigilantly approached Shen Mengxi to take precautions.

"The poor monk apologized to His Highness again, it was really rude for the poor monk to offend His Highness back then." Huaiyi was seven or eight steps away, and recited the sentence Amitabha.

"Don't mind." Shen Mengxi raised his feet to leave.

"Your Highness also thinks that this Ming Hall was set on fire by a poor monk?"

Shen Mengxi couldn't help but stop, "Isn't it you?" ”

"This palace has poured countless efforts into the poor monks, even if there is a big grievance, the poor monks are reluctant to burn it!" Huaiyi glanced back, and then looked at the sky high above, as if he could still see the towering golden phoenix.

Shen Mengxi was noncommittal, and there were some other speculations in his heart.

"The day the Ming Hall is restored is the time when the poor monk dies." Huaiyi let out a long sigh.

The arrogant monk has become a sentimental "poor monk", Shen Mengxi was a little uncomfortable, thinking, I knew why I had to be at the beginning today, so flamboyant, and made countless enemies, I deserved today.

"The poor monk has the honor to accompany His Majesty for seven years, and he has no regrets for the rest of his life. Xiaobao's heart of respecting His Majesty has never changed, no matter what, he will always live as His Majesty wants. ”

Shen Mengxi looked at Huaiyi, the tall monk, who looked a little depressed and sad at the moment, and finally said, "Okay, I will bring your words to Your Majesty." ”

"Your Highness!" Huaiyi immediately bowed and saluted.