A few days later, Chu Yuan sat at his desk, carefully combing through everything.

He is an inspirational person who wants to ascend to the throne and compete in the world, so he has a good habit of recording his life. With the help of this habit, he can check and fill in the gaps in time to prevent omissions.

However, when he opened his notebook again today, ready to determine what he had not done, he was stupid......

The recital given by the father was not approved.

Many subordinates have reported a lot of reports and have not yet replied.

The list of repairs in the house had already been listed, but he had forgotten it.

Oh, what has he been doing these days?

On the first day, fight the landlord.

On the second day, the Zakin flower.

On the third day, dry staring.

On the fourth day, Chu Yuan, you can't go on like this anymore.

Eh, it seems that I made an appointment to rub mahjong today. He hasn't played with that thing yet...... The last day, no, the last time, played this time he never played again.

Day 5, hahaha, it's fun, do it again!

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The above is a history of the fall of Chu Yuan.

In front of the gate of the capital, a carriage slowly drove in. The carriage had no ornate curtains, let alone delicate carving. It's ordinary, no different from an ordinary horse-drawn carriage.

But at this moment, no one knows that the person sitting in this carriage is actually the famous old prince of the Jun family-Jun Chen.

Attendant: "Old prince, the capital has arrived." ”

Lifting the curtain of the car, Jun Chen's eyes as wise as the starry sky are carefully looking at everything around him. The capital, a place he hadn't returned to for more than ten years.

Looking at this street that was even more prosperous than before, his heart was full of thoughts.

When he was young, he was full of spirit, directed the world, and was eager to fight for the country and protect the people, as if it was just yesterday. On the long street, between the high-rise buildings, it is really a horseback leaning on the bridge, and the buildings are full of red sleeves.

It's just that, but it's all back then.

He is no longer the Jun Chen of that time, the Jun Chen who looks like a bastard boy.

Junchen: "Let's go home." ”

With a light sigh, the old man finally lowered the curtain and closed his eyes quietly.

Now he is in decline, and his condition is getting worse and worse, and he can't say that he will die one day. But before that, he still has to fulfill his long-cherished wish. Drive that bastard out of Tianzhao.

After all, he really didn't want to see that kid become what he is now.

A pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

Junchen: "By the way, immediately sent someone to find Lao Lu, and said that the king was back." ”

Attendant: "Yes." ”

The carriage stopped in front of the King's Mansion, and Jun Chen did not intend to hide his whereabouts. So he swaggered out of the carriage and let the spies around the mansion peep into view.

It's not that he doesn't care, he just wants to be discovered by them.

For it was only when these people saw his return that the credibility of the letter would be heightened. Then the emperor will also make up his mind and really do something to Jun Yan.

Standing at the door of his house, Junchen quietly stared at the plaque and pondered for a long time.

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and he seemed to be lamenting the future of the palace.

No one knows what he's thinking, and maybe no one in this world really understands him.

He is just an old madman, an old madman who hopes to find his original self, escape from the fate of the Jun family, and embrace his life.

I don't know how long it took, Junchen finally walked into the mansion.

He thought he had been standing for so long, and the spies should have seen it clearly.

In the dark, Xu Man and others, who were disguised as spies, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The show was a success, the team closed, the team closed!