The foothills of the Phoenix Mountain, the Southern Chu Palace, the Imperial Study.

Emperor Wen of Chu was dressed in bright yellow, with gold silk embroidered nine dragons, and at this moment he was lying in front of the imperial case, holding the imperial pen in his hand, splashing ink.

On paper, you can see it. "The world returns to the heart", the four big characters in one go are more than on the paper. The pen is vigorous, domineering, and the power is penetrated through the back of the paper, containing the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies.

"Tsuneji, how did I write? Do you review reviews? ”

Emperor Chu Wen's eyes were extremely sharp, and he said to the old man grinding beside him.

"Holy Lord, I'm afraid you're torturing the old slave, how dare you get an axe with this bit of ink in the old slave's stomach? Come to think of it, the words written on the Holy Ground should be excellent. ”

The old eunuch beside him, expressionless, hurriedly bowed and replied.

"You're just playing the piano to the cow."

Emperor Chu Wen suddenly felt a little bored, this is a satisfactory work, but no one knows how to appreciate it.

This Chang Temple, if it is about its martial arts, between the world, there are few opponents. But what about the rest? Hey, don't mention it.

"Qiqi Sheng, Wenyuan Pavilion University scholar Wang Lingzhi, ask to see him outside the palace."

The little eunuch, dressed in navy blue and with a white face and beard, bowed down into the imperial study and reported with a male duck voice.

"Oh? Wang Aiqing is back? ”

"Announce quickly."

Emperor Chu Wen suddenly became a little interested, and when the scholar returned, the pair of words he had just written could be regarded as someone who knew how to appreciate it.

"King Lingzhi, knock on the saint, long live the saint."

Wang Lingzhi, who bowed down and walked into the imperial study, had not yet walked in front of Emperor Chu Wen, so he brushed the sleeves on both sides, knelt down and bowed.

"Wang Aiqing, hurry up."

Emperor Chu Wen was slightly excited, and he took two steps forward quickly, obviously wanting to help Wang Lingzhi get up. It's just that no one knows whether he shows his true feelings or false feelings.

"Thank you."

In Wang Ling's spare glance, he caught a glimpse of Emperor Chu Wen stretching out his hand to him, how dare he accept this courtesy. He quickly got up and bowed to his side.

"Aiqing, you've worked hard all the way."

"What was the specific situation of this visit to inspect the embankment?"

Emperor Chu Wen squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and gently patted Wang Lingzhi's shoulder. Although it showed intimacy and comfort, it made him feel a little chill down his spine when he was patted on the body.

"It is the duty of a minister to share the sorrows of the saints."

"The saint is serious, and the minister is not hard."

"The minister went this time and visited all the prefectures and counties on both sides of the river, except for a few prefectures and counties where the embankments were in danger, all the other embankments were very stable."

"For the key disaster areas in previous years, as well as the places where the river embankment is dying this year, the minister has organized the evacuation of people on both sides of the strait in advance."

"Come to think of it, this year, I will no longer be trapped by floods. The household department can also be a little more relaxed. ”

"Just ......"

Wang Lingzhi's body took two steps forward, bowed and bowed, and stopped talking.

"Just what? It doesn't hurt to be straight. ”

Emperor Wen of Chu sat back on the dragon chair, picked up the tea cup on the imperial case, and took a sip. After that, he frowned and roared.

"It's just that the accompanying superintendent Yushi is secretly investigating. Along the way, there are several prefects and counties, and they are suspected of filling their pockets. They abandoned the people under their rule and embezzled the funds for the construction of the river embankment. ”

Wang Lingzhi stretched out his hand and took out the fold in his arms, bowed down to the front of the imperial case, and handed the fold to the hand of the old eunuch Chang Si who was guarding the side.

"Bang." A sound came.

"These people are really big dogs!"

Emperor Chu Wen's eyes were like torches, staring at the list of corrupt officials above the fold, and he was suddenly angry. He stretched out his hand and slapped it fiercely at the imperial case, and the force was so great that the tea in the teacup spilled out.

"Tsuneji."

"The old slave is here."

Chang Temple's face tightened, and he hurriedly bowed forward and shouted.

"Immediately hand it over to the Inspectorate. Spread my will, and those who are on the fold must be strictly investigated and dealt with. If it is confirmed, it will not be tolerated. ”

"I want to see who else dares to stretch out their hands?"

Emperor Chu Wen's face was gloomy and cold, and he commanded loudly. In the imperial study, the chill was overwhelming, making people shiver.

"The old slave commands."

Tsuneji stretched out his hands to take the fold, bowed backwards, and dodged away.

"Hey!"

"If this Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, they are all like Aiqing, hard work and hard work. I'm Nanchu, why don't I worry? ”

Emperor Chu Wen got up, paced to the front of the imperial case, looked at Wang Lingzhi, and said with a little emotion.

"Shengshang, now Nanchu, the wind and rain are smooth, and the country and the people are safe. Above the court, there was harmony, and there was quite a surplus of food in the people's homes. ”

"It's already in full swing."

When Wang Lingzhi heard this, his body slammed to the end, almost fell to the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Really?"

Emperor Chu Wen suddenly asked, only two simple words, I don't know if he was asking Wang Lingzhi or himself.

"This ......"

Wang Lingzhi broke out in a cold sweat, he really didn't know how to answer this sentence.

He knew what was wrong with the saint's heart. It's just that this is a royal matter, how dare he say it? If you are not careful, it will be the disaster of raiding your family and exterminating your family.

He can achieve a high position under one person and above ten thousand people, and deeply understands the truth that a companion is like a tiger. What words can be said and what words cannot be said, he always remembers in his heart.

"Come, Aiqing, help me see the pair of words I just made, how is it?"

Emperor Chu Wen's eyes narrowed, his face was smiling, Wang Lingzhi was embarrassed and frightened at the moment, he turned a blind eye at this time.

"Obey."

Wang Lingzhi cautiously came to the front of the imperial case, looked at the paper, "The world returns to the heart", and the four big characters came into view in an instant.

"What a big ambition, so big a spirit."

He thought to himself. And on his forehead, it was already covered with sweat droplets.

"How?"

"My study, it's hot?"

Emperor Chu Wen was slightly strange, looked at Wang Lingzhi with sweat on his forehead, and asked as if he didn't know.

"Back to the saint, the minister is not hot."

"Perhaps...... Maybe ......"

"Maybe it's because the minister is too busy for a while, and he doesn't get enough sleep."

"No problem, no problem."

"Just take a break."

Wang Lingzhi trembled, and on his forehead, sweat drops seemed like rain.

"Oh?"

"That's my fault."

"In that case, then Aiqing should go back and rest early."

"Another day, I will discuss calligraphy with Aiqing again."

Emperor Wen of Chu seemed to lose his elegance in an instant, and he whispered to Wang Ling to expel the guest.

"This ......"

"Obey."

"The minister retired."

When Wang Lingzhi heard this, he hurriedly bowed and bowed, and cautiously withdrew from the imperial study.

Inside the study, it became unusually silent in an instant. A few days ago, Emperor Chu Wen's tiger eyes were slightly open, staring closely at the door, and he was silent for a long time.

"Holy."

Chang Si was like a ghost, flashing in the imperial study again, came to Emperor Chu Wen, bowed down and shouted.

"The excerpt has already been delivered?"

Emperor Chu Wen's face instantly returned to normal, and he asked Changsi.

"Back to the saint, I have already sent someone to send it."

Chang Temple is still the same for thousands of years, old, haze.

"After surviving the scorching heat, will Nanchu be cool in autumn?"

Emperor Wen of Chu looked out of the imperial study, where the sun was shining, where the trees were shady, and where he knew the sound. He asked some inexplicable words, not knowing what he meant.

"It will be as the Holy One wishes."

Tsuneji bowed slightly, not knowing whether he understood or not.

The corners of Emperor Chu's mouth were slightly upturned, and he was silent. His gaze was still looking into the distance, where it was a verdant color.

"Warning, I've already given you too much."

"And if you still don't know how to lift?"

"Don't blame me."

Emperor Wen of Chu closed his eyes, and the imperial study was quiet again.

The eerie silence is creepy.

At the gate of the palace, Wang Lingzhi suddenly looked back, his eyes looked at the golden and brilliant Nanchu Palace under the direct sunlight.

"Whew."

He let out a heavy breath, his heart palpitating.

In just an instant, he seemed to be coming and going from the ghost gate.

"Sir."

The servants who were waiting here at the gate of the palace saw Wang Lingzhi leaving the palace gate, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute him.

"Get home quickly."

Wang Lingzhi commanded the servant, and his tone was extremely eager.

The carriage slowly disappeared at the palace gate and disappeared on the street corner.

In the sky above Lin'an City, there were suddenly clouds.