The bright light in the eyes of the Son of Heaven suddenly went out, and without the warmth of Fang Cai, he stood up with his sleeves flicked and changed from his father to the Ninety-Five Honor: "You and General Lu Xiao are very close when they come in, what do you know?" It seems that Ming Zhan has an ulterior purpose tonight, and the original guilt of the Son of Heaven has disappeared, "Still, I want to be a lobbyist." "Speaking and pleading for Feng Mingxie's kid - it's really strange, that guy who is not in Shengjing City all the year round turned the world upside down as soon as he came, not to mention that Prince Mingchen loves him very much, even Ming Zhan is biased.

Seeing that Ming Zhan was silent, the Son of Heaven was even more lazy and waited for him to come up with a so-called "excuse": "You should go back." His face was solemn, and he walked without looking back towards the temple gate.

Father-in-law Wang outside nodded hurriedly: "Your Majesty, where are you going so late?" The man's face was visibly pale, as if he had just had a nightmare.

"Six."

Scare? The old eunuch was stunned.

Ming Zhan looked at the figure of his father in the distance, his arm was still tingling, the sudden silence in the hall, the food box overturned the clear soup and rolled to the ground, only the ambergris lingered, he just stood beside the dragon chair overlooking the hall, in the dead of night, there was an unprecedented sense of loneliness oppressive and difficult to breathe.

Your Highness, it's time to think for yourself.

Lu Yixuan's words suddenly broke into his mind, his bright eyes moved, his fingertips carefully and tremblingly stroked upward, and touched delicately along the carved wisps of gold and jade, and then the young man boldly stepped forward, took a deep breath, and sat on the dragon chair of the Ninety-Five Emperor as steadily as a god.

This may be the feeling of the world.

Ming Zhan's eyes sank, and the innocent desire of a child suddenly disappeared.

The ninety-five lord walked all the way, and Wang Gonggong had to shout at the little eunuchs to hurry up and keep up.

Six are brightly lit.

But no, some time ago, the officials turned over the old accounts, and the other departments trembled for fear that a will would be revealed twenty years ago, and everyone complained in private, and those who made mistakes and did not make mistakes were afraid of accidentally losing their heads.

The Son of Heaven has been moody lately, which makes people tremble.

Wang Gonggong bent over and was about to order someone to go in but was stopped by the man, the Ninety-Five Emperor stepped to the door of the hall, although the candle was lit for half of the hall but the voice was silent, and occasionally there was a movement of reading books and turning pages, but Ren An was still sorting out the upper and lower folds, and the Son of Heaven looked around with his eyes raised, and seemed to be a little surprised.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat.

Ren An raised his head from the scroll, startled, and hurriedly leaned over to salute.

"I don't know that Your Majesty is coming, and the old minister is far away."

The Ninety-Five Emperor waved his hand to signal the eunuchs and attendants to retreat, and he entered the main seat: "Lao Zai Fu is worried about the country and the people, and he hasn't gone back to rest yet?" He saw two cups of tea on the small table on the side, and his fingertips probed them silently, still warm.

Ren An saw it: "Lord Chen has just left, and the old minister wants to order someone to check the tax and silver of the household department in the second half of the year. "But no, after a year, it is natural to make a plan to see if it is a good year or a disaster year, and how much is the tax revenue of dozens of provinces? And how much is the ration for armaments? Especially this year, it is not smooth enough, and it is a disaster and an emergency at the border, which makes people sad.

"Good work." The Son of Heaven can understand Ren An's loyalty and concern for the country.

"Your Majesty's words are serious," people will seek their positions in their positions, Ren An got up and looked at the face of the Ninety-Five Zun, suddenly pale, as if he had just been frightened, "The old minister heard Imperial Doctor Hu say two days ago, Your Majesty often feels unwell late at night, and I hope to take care of the dragon's body. ”

The man bowed his head, tapped his fingertips over the stacked folds, and gently scrutinized: "I want to ask, is Chen'er still responsible?" Since he was ill, Mingchen had been busy and had more dealings with the six divisions than him.

Ren An has always admired the prince of the East Palace, and when he mentioned him, a bright light appeared in his eyes: "His Royal Highness the prince has great ambitions, and he is decisive and not too biased...... Compared to before, it is very vigorous. This is true, in the past, Mingchen always had a little bit of indecision, but now he is resourceful and decisive like a prince, he secretly looked at the look of the Son of Heaven, "Your Majesty has any concerns?" ”

Ren An is a veteran of the two dynasties, and the current Ninety-Five is still the one he has seen since he was a child, and he relied on his support to quickly stabilize the dynasty back then, and the Son of Heaven can't escape the eyes of Lao Zaifu with a look or a move.

The Ninety-Five Venerable pursed his lips and pondered for a long time before he slowly asked, "Do you remember, Mr. Lan?" ”

Ren An was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why the man would ask such an inexplicable question: "Mr. Lan? Are you talking about Mr. Beirong Emperor Shilan? ”

There are countless gentlemen in the world, and there is only one who may make the royal families of both countries have to look sideways.

Mr. Lan is an extremely eccentric and unborn master, no one knows what his surname is, when you hear that he is already the old emperor of Beirong respected the imperial teacher, Xu Xianfeng Dao bone, Xu He hair childish face, he and the barbarian emperor fought together for several years to fight half of the world is also a teacher and friend, and then the old emperor is seriously ill, he has become the mentor of the little prince of Hetujiya.

This person can involve the grievances of the two countries in every word.

"I've never heard of it, I've never seen it." Ren An touched his beard and paced back and forth, he wanted to see what kind of fairy and demon that guy was, but unfortunately he didn't have that opportunity.

The gaze of the Ninety-Five Venerable quietly slipped over his face, as if he was snooping: "I heard that Mr. Lan is now in Dayan. ”

"What?!" Ren Zaifu was shocked, this was not pretending, he was indeed shocked and surprised, and almost knocked over the tea cup in his hand, "No, the old minister saw that there was a report from the military department, and the frontier spies turned back to Hetujiya and was preparing to plan to wipe out the old department of the former prince, this little prince was in a hurry to call Wang Liye, how could Mr. Lan come to Dayan at this moment." ”

It is a scorching bloody storm for such a character to appear everywhere, and Ren An's concerns are purely out of appreciation for such a clever character-

Mr. Lan's life is worth half of the country and millions of heroes, if he falls into the hands of the Dayan people, Beirong will not be turned upside down, and the old man should be very clear about his identity, value and situation.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the news is fake." Ren An shook his head, not believing it at all.

The Ninety-Five Venerable thought for a while: "You also think that a person like him will not enter my Dayan alone, someone must have invited him to come from afar." ”

Ren An heard the implication of the words: "Your Majesty suspects, Mr. Lan has a plan?" "The current Dayan doesn't seem to be stable on the surface, but Ren Anxin knows very well that the undercurrent is about to surface.

"No, I suspect that someone has been colluding with Beirong." The Son of Heaven lowered his voice, the candle flame under his eyes jumped unexpectedly, and the dark silence, the old man Ren couldn't help but choose to be obedient and say, "You should not forget the case of Wei Guogong." At the beginning, Lu Henian said that he had colluded with foreign enemies in Beirong to send 80,000 border soldiers, and 12 people in the DPRK and China jointly impeached the general and sent him to prison.

Ren An remembers clearly, many of the people who signed the joint name at the beginning have already returned to their hometowns, and they have been born, old, sick and dead, and there is no news, why, doesn't Your Majesty think of the retrial of the old case?

"At that time, the Eight Dao Retirement Decree did not recall Wei Guogong, but the Tang report submitted by Xin'an Hou was deliberately concealed, because I was afraid that I would know that Lu Henian's decree would not be obeyed and deliberately disobey the king's order...... The people in the court who concealed the excerpts also harbored evil intentions, just like Lu Henian? ”

They are all bullying and rebellious, and they do not take the words and deeds of the emperor to heart—oh, disrespect for the imperial power is more hateful than the evil intentions that are exposed.

Ren An didn't dare to breathe, he knew that the Son of Heaven was suspicious of the old case, not because of Lu Henian, but because of the people who resisted the decree of the DPRK.

"They may not be in cahoots with Beirong, but for Dayan, they are disobedient people who have kept me and tens of millions of people in the dark, and these people are more damned than Lu Henian—" The Ninety-Five Venerable said in a deep voice, with an unnatural flush on his pale cheeks because of his anger, he took a deep breath and fell into the bench with a somewhat depressed body.

"Your Majesty means ......"

"Check," the Son of Heaven's eyes fell on Ren An with a deep meaning, "I want you to check it yourself." ”

The departure of the Ninety-Five Venerable did not make Ren An's eyebrows stretch, but the shadow under the candle flame appeared more rickety, and Ren An coughed lightly twice and knocked on the table.

"Come out, Miss Lu."

The jinghai cloth skirt fell out from under the curtain in the inner hall, and there was no wave under her eyes, as if Fang Cai's conversation did not touch her, Lu Yixuan was just a little surprised.

The two teas on the case, one of which was hers, when the Son of Heaven was driving, Ren An did not have any intention of retreating her but quietly ordered her to hide in the inner hall, obviously, Ren Zaifu had the intention to let her hear the secret conversation of the Son of Heaven.

"Lord Zaisuke, why is this so?" Lu Yixin was puzzled.

This is a crime of deception, and if it is discovered, the two of them will lose their heads.

"I thought that Miss Lu would want to know the chance of the unsolved case about her father being reiterated." It seems that Ren An has made up his mind, and after more than ten years, this case will definitely be reversed again.

Lu Yixuan didn't have the joy she imagined, she blew out the candle, did not extinguish, only the shadow flickered, indeed, the Son of Heaven's intentions were obvious, and he knew very well what happened to Wuhuaimen back then, but the Son of Heaven didn't care about Lu Henian's loyalty at all, he only cared about the reverence of civil and military officials for imperial power.

Ren An knew what she was thinking, rubbed the corners of her eyes, leaned on the desk a little tiredly, and rubbed her warm tea but didn't drink it: "Now, you have seen the Son of Heaven." "The saint has not been in court for a long time, and few people in the front and back yards can see it with their eyes.

"Why do you want me to see me?" Lu Yixin turned her head, she didn't want to intercede for Feng Mingxie, and secondly, she didn't want to question the reason for the Son of Heaven, Lu Yixin rarely honestly did her Miss Wei Guofu, but she was not happy.

Ren An smacked his lips, this Biluochun is old, faded, and tasteless: "There are different opinions from the government and the opposition, and the old ministers never believe it, and the truth of the inner garden of the deep palace is not enough to rely on what you have seen with your own eyes." Although he answered the question correctly, he was also categorical - people who didn't believe that Feng Xiaowang Ye had murdered the Queen Mother naturally knew how terrible the people behind the scenes were.

Hidden deep, hidden cut.

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