Sun and Zhang didn't know what to do for a while.

Pingjing is not near the sea, but it is not far from the sea. If the gold thieves really attacked from the sea, then Da Zhou would have to face a two-front battle.

And Pingjing is not as good as the four northern states.

The Jian'an River, which is like a moat, is stronger than any copper wall, and since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, despite the constant disputes, there has never been a foreign race to the south of Jiangzhou.

The flowing water is like a powerful arm bend, tightly protecting the rich and peaceful Jiangnan in his arms.

"What is the emperor going to do?"

"You can't hide from what you should be coming." Chen Yicong said in a low voice, "So I'm back." ”

Only then did Zhang Shouzhong understand why Chen Yicong temporarily changed his hexagram and rushed back from the north.

"The northern border will be handed over to the two generals, Chang and Shen," Chen Yicong continued, "I should guard the southern frontier of the Great Zhou." ”

Sun Beiji sighed softly, he looked at Chen Yicong, feeling both worried and a little appreciative.

"That's right."

……

That afternoon, after finishing a meeting with most of the officials of the six ministries, Chen Yicong rode back to Prince Gong's mansion.

In front of his mother's shrine, he recounted in detail what he had seen and heard about this trip, how many times he had escaped death, and what he had seen in purgatory on earth.

Chen Yicong choked up a few times, and Zhen's spiritual seat listened quietly from a high place.

On this day, Chen Yicong stayed in Prince Gong's mansion until the evening before leaving to return to the palace.

This year's summer is much hotter than usual, and now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the heat during the day has not completely dissipated.

Only when it is night, when there is silence and the night breeze is blowing, does it make people feel that autumn is indeed coming.

Lu Dou followed Chen Yicong's side with a lantern, he looked up from time to time, and looked at Chen Yicong's side face with his spare eyes, Chen Yicong seemed to be thinking about something.

"Your Majesty," Lu Dou said softly, "we seem to have made a mistake." ”

Chen Yicong stopped, and then he woke up like a dream and looked at everything in front of him.

"The Heart Cultivation Hall should go that way." Lu Dou pointed in the southeast direction, "Slave and maid see that you think about things, you can think ...... it."

Chen Yicong's eyes sank.

“…… That's right. He whispered.

Lu Dou was stunned for a moment, lowered his head knowingly, and he carefully followed Chen Yicong's side to light the way forward for the emperor.

Chen Yicong hadn't noticed it before, but it wasn't until Lu Dou broke it at this moment that he realized that he was unconsciously walking towards the former courtyard.

He has walked this path many, many times.

On the way, Chen Yicong met the imperial doctor who left from time to time, and some of them had not yet received the news that the emperor had returned to the palace, so the two sides got very close, and they saw that the person in front of them was a saint.

The imperial doctors hurriedly knelt down and saluted, and Chen Yicong waved his hand casually, signaling that they didn't have to mind.

This scene felt familiar to Chen Yicong, and he often met these imperial doctors when he went to Bai Ling's small courtyard in the past—after all, that small courtyard was next door to the Tai Hospital's duty room.

The former courtyard seems to be even more dilapidated.

Chen Yicong pushed the door and found that the door was bolted from the inside.

He hesitated for a moment at the wooden door in front of him, then slowly raised his hand and knocked on it.

"Who?" Zhao Qi's voice came from inside.

"Yes...... I. Chen Yicong replied in a low voice.

A sound of footsteps followed.

This series of actions and responses made Chen Yicong feel a kind of stunned time and space overlapping.

Because, once upon a time...... That's also true.

Zhao Qi opened the door and immediately knelt down for Chen Yicong, he looked at the emperor who suddenly arrived with fear, with fear in his eyes.

As soon as the wooden door opened, Chen Yicong instantly returned to reality.

It's been less than a year, and the entire courtyard has been dilapidated.

The weeds in the courtyard had been untrimmed, and had grown wildly all summer, and now they were all yellow, and the rocking chair that Bai Ling had placed under the tree did not know where it had gone.

On a rare autumn night like this, she should sit in the courtyard with a book and read at night.

The air is filled with the scent of laurel trees.

Chen Yicong walked slowly through this courtyard, and everything here revealed a kind of unattended desolation.

"That's how you take care of this yard?" Chen Yicong glanced back at Zhao Qi.

"Slave maid...... Slaves and maids should be damned! Zhao Qi immediately kowtowed, "Real...... There is really no way, the Ministry of Internal Affairs ...... In the past six months, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not allocated anything...... So ......"

"Why don't you dial it?" Chen Yicong said coldly, he looked at the silent courtyard at the moment, and said with a frown, "You are alone here?" What about the palace maids I transferred before? ”

"Both...... All transferred. Zhao Qi replied tremblingly.

Chen Yicong's brows tightened, he didn't say anything more, just stepped on the steps and slowly walked to the door of the main house.

The door was closed, but not locked, and he pushed it open with a little force.

With the help of tonight's Qinghui, Chen Yicong saw that directly opposite him was still hanging the inscription of the emperor's grandfather's vigorous pen - Zhenshan Liufang.

Everything in the house is still the same as before.

He gently stroked the square table where he had eaten with Bai Ling, stroked the back of his chair, and suddenly remembered a rainy night a long time ago.

He walked in that night, drenched, and the room was lit up in warm orange, and as he spoke, he stood behind his chair and wiped his hair.

It was at this moment that Lu Dou lit the lamp in the room.

Chen Yicong saw that there were already a few more clear fingerprints in the place he had just touched - everything here had been covered with a thin layer of dust.

His throat moved, and he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bedroom to the east.

Lu Dou hurriedly followed with the lamp.

There was no wooden door between the main hall and the bedroom, but a curtain was hung by Bai Ling at the entrance point. The maid said that she was disgusted that people had entered her room without her consent, and that even if the servants simply did some cleaning and tidying up, it would have caused her displeasure.

So this room is taken care of by Bai Ling himself every day.

Chen Yicong looked at the furnishings in the room and slowly stood at the table.

This is the chair...... On the night of the assassination, he and Bai Ling sat on this chair and kissed.

Bai Ling sat on his lap and hugged him tightly.

Small, warm Boling.

Long, silent kisses.

"Your Majesty ......" Lu Dou couldn't help but say on the side, "It's gray here, why don't you let someone clean it up tonight, and you will come and see it tomorrow?" ”

"No need." Chen Yicong said softly, "Tear it down." ”

"What......?"

"Tear this yard down." Chen Yicong said softly, "...... Didn't Xu Zhi keep talking about the lack of manpower at the bottom, let Zhao Qi transfer over to do things with him. ”

“…… Eh, understood. Lu Dou nodded, but there was still a little puzzlement in his eyes. He heard Chen Yicong sigh, thinking that the emperor was leaving, and just wanted to turn around, he found that Chen Yicong did not turn back, but slowly walked to the dresser by the window, and Lu Dou followed with the lamp again.

On the table, there is also a small half of whale wax.

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