Since the beginning of winter, it has been getting dark earlier and earlier.

Chen Yicong made a special trip to the weapons factory of the Shenji Battalion in the afternoon. The winter was dry, and there was neither rain nor snow for several days, and an explosion occurred in the morning in a warehouse where gunpowder was stored.

Fortunately, all the battalion headquarters related to the Shenji Battalion were located in the wilderness, and the armory factory was also far away from the barracks, so the explosion did not hurt civilians, nor did it cause serious damage to the troops of the Shenji Battalion.

However, after the explosion, a fire broke out there - and a shipment of guns and artillery that was supposed to be shipped north at the end of the month was kept near the warehouse. Six soldiers who were in charge of guarding the powder magazine were killed on the spot, and most of the remaining dozen or so wounded were burned to some degree or worse in the process of fighting the fire.

Zhang Shouzhong immediately entered the palace to report after knowing about this incident, Chen Yicong couldn't sit still, and the two led troops to the scene immediately to confirm the loss.

Unlike the previous firearms, which could only bring "psychological deterrence", this batch of guns is a real piece of equipment that can be used in actual combat, and Chen Yicong has always placed high hopes on their performance.

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Late at night, Heng Yuanjun really waited for the summons.

The young man had already changed into a clean suit and was waiting for him in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Seventeen-year-old Chen Yicong was always full of energy, and although he was still tired on the way back, he regained his energy after he abandoned his horse and changed the car and slept in the car for more than an hour.

Due to the extra travel in the afternoon, he had to fight at night and finish the official business that had accumulated in the afternoon.

The house is not warm - it is easy to get sleepy when staying in a place that is too warm, so Chen Yicong deliberately asked people to remove a few stoves, leaving only a small hand stove in his arms.

Heng Yuanjun stepped into the corridor of the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Chen Yicong at the end did not look up.

He set up a low table under the lamp, and on it was piled with papers.

Under the lamp, Heng Yuanjun saw that Chen Yicong was not wearing much-most of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old men would not be afraid of the cold.

"Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood." Heng Yuanjun said straight to the point.

"Yes," Chen Yicong replied casually, "Let Uncle Huang wait for a long time, sit." ”

Heng Yuanjun sat down quietly, Lu Dou put a hot tea in front of him, he took a sip, and said in a low voice, "What happened in the afternoon?" ”

"A warehouse in the northern suburbs has exploded," Chen Yicong said in a low voice, his eyes did not take off the fold in his hand, "but fortunately, the key materials have not been damaged, but some ammunition has to be reworked......"

After that, Chen Yicong stopped the pen in his hand, "Does Uncle Huang know about the explosion of the armory in the northern suburbs now?" ”

"yes." Heng Yuanjun replied.

Chen Yicong smiled noncommittally, "...... Also. ”

Lu Dou, who was waiting on the side, listened to this endless conversation, and had some doubts in his heart.

The red candles in the hall are getting shorter and shorter, Chen Yicong is still reading the handwritten book sorted out by the celebrant today, the tea cup in his hand has changed from hot to cold, and then to a hot one, but he has not taken two sips from beginning to end.

Heng Yuanjun sat opposite Chen Yicong in silence, he looked at the shadow cast in front of him with deep eyes, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at the young man.

In Chen Yicong's body, Heng Yuanjun seemed to see Emperor Jianxi and Zhen alive at the same time.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yicong finally raised his head again, he looked at Lu Dou, "...... Send these to the cabinet and hand them over to Sun Ge Lao in person; These were sent to the celebrant for Xu Zhi and Yuan Zhen to take a good look at my annotations. ”

Lu Dou stared at Chen Yicong's expression, he was obviously a little unhappy when he said the second half of the sentence, Lu Dou obediently picked up all the documents and papers, and quietly withdrew from the Heart Cultivation Hall with an attitude in his heart for a while.

Chen Yicong really looked at Heng Yuanjun in front of him seriously at this time, and now there was only a thin green pattern left on his desk.

Three years ago, while sorting through her mother's belongings, Chen Yicong found a letter from Zhen, which she wrote in Prince Gong's mansion one night when her father had not yet ascended the throne.

In the letter, Zhen wrote in detail everything she had done over the years.

In this letter, Chen Yicong met a mother she had never known.

A mother who kills decisively and makes him feel strange.

At the end of the letter, Zhen wrote about Heng Yuanjun, and she only gave two suggestions.

First, completely dismantle the Jian'an Pavilion, all the merits and demerits of the past are offset, don't pursue the twists and turns of right and wrong, and spare everyone;

Second, imprison Heng Yuanjun in Qinyuan forever and cut off all contact with the outside world.

In fact, in the past three years, Chen Yicong has also done the same.

After Zhen's death, Heng Yuanjun was also depressed for a long time, during which Chen Yicong went to visit with questions, and threw Zhen's letter directly in front of Heng Yuanjun's sickbed.

Heng Yuanjun finished reading the text with trembling hands, didn't say anything, just handed the letter back to the young man untouched, and completely handed over the list of all the old members of the Ange on the second day.

So the gate of Qinyuan was locked again, and everything was completely restored to its former days in the past three years.

Until the end of last month, Chen Yicong summoned Han Chong from Fusi in Beizhen and ordered him to go to Qinyuan in person and ask Heng Yuanjun a question-

Whether you are willing to reorganize is see Ange.

And now, this green pattern is the reply given by Heng Yuanjun a few days ago.

Chen Yicong has already seen it, Heng Yuanjun is giving a brief plan, and a series of questions - why did His Majesty reorganize the Jian'an Pavilion, and according to different purposes, that brief plan can actually make many adjustments......

Chen Yicong's index and middle fingers pressed against the edge of the fold, and he tapped the cardboard shell very lightly.

"I've always had a question." Under the candlelight, Chen Yicong's expression was a little elusive.

"Your Majesty, please speak." Heng Yuanjun said in a low voice.

"This is what my queen mother said to you...... Don't you hold a grudge. ”

Chen Yicong looked at Heng Yuanjun's expression, and was unwilling to let go of even the slightest change.

However, Heng Yuanjun's expression has never had waves from beginning to end.

"She just did it, and she was supposed to do it." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

Chen Yicong looked at Heng Yuanjun in front of him.

"That'...... We can get down to business. ”

This night, Chen Yicong gave answers to the questions in Heng Yuanjun's recital in turn, but the answers given by the young man were not a few words of truth from beginning to end, but the virtual and the real were overlapped.

But this is not to say that going to Qinyuan to invite him is just a whim.

Since returning from the Northern Tour last year, Chen Yicong has often asked Lu Dou to tell Heng Yuanjun what happened that day in the court, and then Heng Yuanjun replied with a short comment or a long comment.

These comments would be taken back to the Heart Cultivation Hall by Lu Dou for Chen Yicong to read, some of which he felt were indeed reasonable, while others made him feel scornful.

And some ...... He didn't understand it very well.

This is probably because Heng Yuanjun sometimes writes very straightforwardly, and sometimes he writes obscurely.

Chen Yicong never replied to these comments of Heng Yuanjun, no matter how curious he was about the subtext between the lines, all the notes handed over from Qinyuan were burned immediately after reading them.

The boy was aware of his immaturity, so he cautiously kept his distance from Qin Yuan.

And in the past three years, Heng Yuanjun has indeed been silent. The Qin Garden in the inner palace is like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no splash again.

Now, Chen Yicong feels it's time for a change.

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