In the imperial study, the air was so oppressive and solemn that it was breathless.

The emperor sitting behind the imperial case looked at Jun Ran with a downward gaze, his crow-blue robe was stained with dust, and there were still a few tufts of hair scattered messily on his cheeks, his skin was tanned a lot, and the whole person looked like he had lost a lot of weight, and even his eye sockets were slightly sunken.

The emperor carefully examined Jun Ran, especially his face and his eyes, to see if he had any resentment in his heart.

The silence spread for a while before the emperor said in a deep voice: "Jun Ran, you should already know the news of your father's death in battle, right?" There was a hint of tentative in his tone.

Jun Ran maintained a posture of clenching his fists, and his voice could not hide his hoarseness and difficulty, "Your Majesty, after hearing the news, the minister did not return to Beijing immediately but lurked in the north, waiting for an opportunity to bring back the body of his father. ”

This reason is reasonable, as long as it is a Han people, they will want to return to their hometown, and they don't want to die in a foreign land.

The study fell silent again.

The emperor slowly turned the jade wrench on his thumb and sighed: "Your father is a fierce general of my Dasheng, and he has meritorious work in protecting the border. ”

"Jun Ran, I know that you have the pain of losing your father, but this Jian Wangfu still needs you to support the lintel, and I will allow you to attack the lord as soon as possible."

"You should go back to the house first to take care of your father's funeral."

The emperor's voice echoed in the imperial study, and Jun Ran remained motionless until the last word of the emperor fell, and he kowtowed to the emperor heavily: "Thank you for the emperor's grace." ”

After that, he bowed down and withdrew.

The bamboo curtain of the Xiangfei concubine was raised by the little waiter and fell again, even if the waiter was careful, the Xiangfei curtain still made a subtle rustling sound for this.

The emperor squinted his eyes and looked at the Xiangfei curtain, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing stopped.

"Yuan Zhi," the emperor suddenly said to Yuan Zhi, the great eunuch beside him, "what do you think?" ”

As if he was afraid that Yuan Zhi didn't understand, the emperor made his words clear: "You say, will Jun Ran resent me?" ”

Emperor Huo Di stood up, walked to the window embedded in transparent glass, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked up at the blue sky outside the window.

The blue sky is like washing, and the pupils are as deep as ink.

The Emperor narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous Yin Owl aura was released from his body.

If Jun Ran can't be trusted, he might as well clean up the people as soon as possible, so as not to leave a disaster!

Yuan Zhi followed the emperor's side like a shadow, he had served the emperor for many years, how could he not see the emperor's thoughts, and quietly shook off the dust in his hand.

"Your Majesty, as a general, it is your duty to gallop on the battlefield; The Horse Leather Shroud is fate. ”

"There is a way, thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace. King Jian's Mansion has always been a martial artist, and in the past hundred years, countless people have died on the battlefield, so how can the prince blame the emperor? ”

Yuan Zhi comforted the emperor in a soft voice, listening to it is reasonable.

The emperor thinks about it and thinks it is reasonable, yes, the Jun family is a military general, since the establishment of the Dasheng Dynasty, the men of the Jun family have fought for the country, and it is common for them to die on the battlefield.

If the Jun family is resentful about this, I am afraid that they will do that rebellious thing like Geng Hai and Wei Yongxin!!

Especially, now that King Jian is dead, only Jun Ran is left in the Jun family.

Jun Ran is also a general, and now, the danger in the north is still imminent, and the imperial court is the time to employ people......

The Emperor pondered, and slowly turned the jade wrench on his thumb.

It seems that I should also give a small favor and appease it.

The emperor made a decision in his heart, so he turned around and ordered: "Pen and ink wait!" ”

Yuan Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a smile. He threw off the dust again and went to serve the emperor in person.

Inside the house, the fragrance of ink is curling.

Outside, the warm breeze is gentle.

After Jun Ran left the palace, he rode his horse back to King Jian's mansion.

King Jian's Mansion, which welcomed the coffin into the mansion, had already opened the mourning hall, and Jun Ran looked at this almost unfamiliar mansion, feeling like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

The hanging white lanterns and the white silk were white and flawless, almost dazzling.

"Shiziye, Shiziye!"

"Go and tell the princess, the prince is back!"

Like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, King Jian's Mansion, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, was injected with vitality because of Jun Ran's return.

As long as Jun Ran is still alive, there is hope for King Jian's Mansion.

The eyes of those panicked people also brightened again.

During this period of time, many people in Beijing were staring at King Jian's mansion, and the news of Junran's return to Beijing spread quickly among the various mansions in Beijing, and it also caused layers of ripples in Beijing.

There has always been no shortage of well-informed people in Beijing, and some mansions have already gotten the news that the emperor intends to let King Jian's son inherit the title immediately, and he will also win the favor, which means that the emperor still wants to use King Jian's mansion.

So, those mansions that were good at hearing the wind rushed over as quickly as possible to worship King Jian and comfort Princess Jane, Prince Jian and others.

In the afternoon of the same day, Duanmuxian took Duanmujun and Duanmufei sisters to the door to offer condolences in person.

The three grandparents and grandchildren all gave incense to King Jian's tablet.

There was a mournful atmosphere in the mourning hall, with a dark coffin in the center, two rows of white candles lit on both sides, and paper curtains and paper figures.

Princess Jane, Jun Lingxi and Jun Ran were all dressed in linen and filial piety, with pathetic expressions.

Duanmuxian arched his hand at the mother and son, and sighed: "Princess, the prince, and the princess, and the princess, the festival is smooth." ”

Princess Jane just wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and handed over the matter of giving the guests a salute to Jun Ran.

"The younger generation thanks Duanmu for my father." Jun Ran also arched his hand to Duanmu Xian, on the one hand, he thanked Duanmu Xian for his condolences, and on the other hand, he also heard that Duanmu Xian had a lot of good words for his father in the court.

Jun Ran hasn't had a good rest since he returned home, and it is difficult to hide the tiredness between his eyebrows, but his waist is still straight as usual.

It's only been a month, and Jun Ran is like Huo Ran has grown a lot, from a cynical teenager to a pillar of the palace, like a sharp sword.

"Princess, Xiaoxi, you have to take care of your health." Duanmu Fei stepped forward and grabbed Jun Lingxi's little hand and persuaded him.

Jun Lingxi held Duanmu Fei's hand and pursed his lips, his eyes calmed down a lot.

She lost some weight again, but her spirit was much better than the last time Duanmu Fei came here.

Jun Ran's safe return made her heart that had been hanging for a long time finally land.

Jun Ran's gaze inadvertently swept over Duanmu Fei's face, and he couldn't help but think of Feng Yan in his mind, and remembered all kinds of things in the northern realm, his eyes were slightly dark.

"Lord Duanmu, what a coincidence."

In the mourning hall, other guests who came to mourn hurriedly stepped forward to greet Duanmu Xian and greeted him politely.

After that, Jun Ran took four male guests, including Duanmu Xian, to the front to serve tea.

"Mrs. Lin, Mrs. Wan, Mrs. Zhong, Miss Duanmu, Fourth Girl, why don't you go to the side hall with me and have a cup of tea."

Princess Jane politely invited a few female guests to sit in the side hall next door.

But when they left the mourning hall, they saw a mother-in-law hurriedly come to offer: "Princess, someone from Pingjin Bofu has come." ”

Princess Jane frowned, wanting her subordinates to send people away, but before she could speak, there was already a commotion ahead.

"The old man came to worship the poor son-in-law of the old body, why are you cheap maids holding back the old body!"

"That is, my mother-in-law and I specially worship the prince. Don't get out of the way yet! ”

The two female voices were sharp and piercing, and the older one of them was Mrs. Bi when she heard it.

Duanmu frowned slightly, there was a funeral in the palace, but these two people were so noisy, are they here to mourn or to make trouble? !

The people of the palace did not dare to be rude to the princess's stepmother, and they couldn't stop people at all, and after a while, they saw Mrs. Bi coming here with a woman in her thirties with long eyebrows and fine eyes, followed by three or four mothers-in-law and maids.

The subordinates of the palace looked embarrassed.

Mrs. Lin, Mrs. Wan, and Mrs. Zhong quietly exchanged glances.

"Auntie!"

The woman with long eyebrows and fine eyebrows was none other than the wife of the prince of Pingjin Bofu, Liu, and when she saw Princess Jane, she was overjoyed and greeted warmly, as if she did not know how stiff the scene was when Mrs. Bi and her daughter Madame Huang came here last time.

"My mother-in-law and I are here to worship the prince." Liu said to Princess Jane, his expression was full of flattery.

Mrs. Bi's face was a little embarrassed, and she held on.

The last time she heard the news of King Jian's death, she thought that King Jian was defeated, Lingwu City was lost, and Jun Ran's life and death were uncertain, so she felt that King Jian's mansion was probably over, so she brought her daughter over to show off.

I didn't expect Jun Ran to come back alive, and what I didn't expect was that the emperor hadn't blamed King Jian's father and son, and planned to let Jun Ran attack the lord.

So, after discussing with the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, they rushed over.