The courtiers also walked up to the tower one after another, standing far behind a few people in a very measured way.

Everyone's eyes glanced into the distance from time to time, and from time to time fell on the two perfectly matched figures, but they didn't dare to stay, and after a glance, they moved away.

Standing on the high castle tower, the view becomes wider, and you can overlook the beautiful scenery under the tower.

But no matter how good the scenery is, it will be boring to see it for a while.

The sky was getting darker, and Su Xi couldn't help but hide his face and yawn.

I've been standing here for most of the day, I don't know what these people are looking at, and no one is talking.

She couldn't ask anything, so she could only stand.

The calves and stomachs are starting to sore, alas, it's so torturous.

Turning his head to look at Ling Juncheng beside him.

He just left her with a huge and good-looking side face, and his tall body was straight, as if he was standing in a military posture.

Before Su Xifu could retract his eyes, he suddenly turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at her.

But he didn't speak, but reached out and scratched the tip of her nose and turned his head to look ahead.

Su Xi lowered her eyes to stare at the tips of her toes, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the tip of her nose.

There's something wrong with him, he always scratches his nose, does he suspect that this nose is fake?

"I heard that the emperor has been very busy recently, but he is so busy but he still has time to pick up Yuan'er." After a long silence, the Queen Mother finally broke the calm, and her tone was very bland.

"Erchen specially summoned hundreds of officials here to welcome Ling Yuan back to Beijing, is the queen mother still satisfied?" Ling Juncheng's response was similarly lackluster.

The cool voice slowly fell, making the air around him cool down a lot.

The Queen Mother looked ahead and raised her lips slightly: "This is the glory that Yuan'er deserves." ”

"As for the glory, Ling Yuan is still a little bit close." Ling Juncheng's deep eyes looked into the distance without focus, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a touch of sarcasm.

The age difference between him and Ling Yuan was only one year old, but there was an unbridgeable gap of fate in between.

"The emperor should not underestimate him, what you can do, he is not inferior." The Queen Mother's expression was faint.

The man let out a low chuckle: "If that's the case, Erchen will wait and see." ”

Su Xi listened quietly to their conversation, pursed her red lips and straightened every nerve in her body.

Neither mother nor son was angry, but there was obvious gunpowder in their tone!

Suddenly, it seemed to understand the reason why they were here - to welcome the shogunate king Ling Yuan back to Beijing.

About this shogun, she crossed before she had time to see the scenes about him, but she knew that the queen mother had two sons, one was the current saint Ling Juncheng, and the other was Ling Yuan, the shogun.

"Look, it seems to be the shogun, and the shogune is back!"

I don't know who suddenly came out with something that sounded very exciting.

Su Xi fixed his eyes and looked forward, and could vaguely see a group of people and horses coming slowly.

But because it was too far away, she couldn't really see it.

Subconsciously retracted her gaze and quietly glanced at the Queen Mother, and finally saw her solemn face become pleasant, she looked forward to it, and even forgot to move the Buddha beads in her hand.

Hey, the Queen Mother is biased......

Ling Juncheng glanced slightly sideways in the direction where the voice came from just now, and behind him was a dead silence, so quiet that it could be heard when a pin dropped, and everyone lowered their bodies and held their breath.

The courtier who was the first to speak just now lowered his head directly to his knees.

The man remained silent, just stood there quietly.

His deep eyes sank with the gloomy weather, and the breeze blew through the corners of his clothes, and there was an indescribable nobility in his unsmiling clothes.