When Sun Rui was in the house, he didn't like to have people around him, so Gonggong Deng retired after the incident.

The little waiter supported Father-in-law Deng, careful and careful.

This is the righteous son of Duke Deng, he looks pleasing to the eye and is also very loyal.

The little chamberlain was timid and cautious when facing Sun Rui, but he talked a little more to Gonggong Deng, and asked in a suppressed voice: "Father-in-law, the little grandfather is 'stupid', isn't it that our Royal Highness is more powerful?" Why does His Highness say differently? ”

Gonggong Deng smiled: "Have you heard the story of spear and shield?" His Royal Highness is a spear, and the little grandfather is a shield, of course it is different. ”

The little chamberlain was thoughtful, and after a while, he said: "Although the little grandfather has left Beijing, His Royal Highness is not worried, has he arranged another trap?" ”

"Don't worry," Gonggong Deng explained, "No matter how bad Your Highness is, you will think about it behind closed doors, the Holy Lord and the Queen Mother will not take His Highness's life in a year or two, so what's the point of the little grandfather laying more traps?"

On the contrary, if you do more and make more mistakes, you will accidentally ask Your Highness to find an opportunity, and you may turn over.

Look at it, Your Highness and Fifth Highness still dare to stretch out your hand to Your Highness recently? Don't dare.

Even His Royal Highness can figure out what they can understand, how can the little grandfather make a mistake?

No matter how muddy this situation is, the little grandfather can't kill His Highness. ”

The little chamberlain nodded half-incomprehensibly.

He wanted to ask, why did the Third Highness be grounded in the mansion, and even lose his life after a year or two, why didn't His Highness and his father-in-law be in a hurry?

Isn't it time to find a way out of the predicament?

Are you really waiting for a glass of poisoned wine to hit the road?

Grandpa Deng didn't care what the little waiter was thinking, he was thinking to himself, although the little grandfather couldn't kill His Royal Highness, but His Royal Highness couldn't kill the little grandfather.

Whether it's His Royal Highness or the little grandfather, no one has done anything less to bully the king, and they know each other, but they also know each other, and they can't come up with evidence to press each other to death.

Otherwise, whether it was the Third Highness who blew up the two lakes embankment at that time, or the little grandfather who took advantage of the Holy Temple to worship his ancestors, let Yan Qingzhen drink and scold Yu Guifei in front of him for not being able to support the century-old incense of Xishan......

It's all a terrible thing......

His Royal Highness's reckless attack on Sun Zhen was actually extremely risky, if it weren't for good luck, the Queen Mother stopped the saint, then she would only kill Sun Zhen, and she would have broken her life.

At that time, there was no chance if you didn't do it, and now you can't do it, and it won't be like this.

What His Highness needs to do now is to take advantage of the absence of the little grandfather in the capital to make the saint suffer more.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Midyear Festival.

Sun Xuan has nothing to scruple about, his mother died "accidentally", he wants to invite a Taoist priest to pray for blessings, and as for the money, it will be allocated from his private treasury.

When it came to this, no matter how reluctant the saint was, he could only nod.

Obviously, the front of the harem was separated by half of the palace city, but this night, when the saint was half-asleep and half-awake, he was stunned to hear the sound of Taoist priests chanting.

Tangled dreams surrounded the saint, and when he woke up, his middle coat was soaked.

The saint didn't call Gonggong Han in, he staggered to the table, poured a pot of cold tea, and felt a little better.

The layers of curtains hung down, blocking the light of the bright moon, penetrating to the innermost, leaving only dim shadows, and the side curtains swayed slightly with the night wind, and the shadows changed with them.

The saint stared at the corner, where there seemed to be a person, staring straight at him for a moment.

"Who?" The saint asked, but there was no response, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Who!" ”

Gonggong Han only ran in barefoot at this moment, and before he could get to him, he heard the sound of porcelain breaking, and he shrunk his neck.

"Holy Lord," he said, "the minion lights the lamp first?" ”

The saint gasped in response, and when the lights came on, he could see clearly that there was a hanger in the corner, and his dragon robe hung on it.

The exquisite and gorgeous dragon robe was dipped in tea, and the color was darker.

It was obviously the furnishings in the inner hall of the dormitory that he was extremely familiar with, but at that moment just now, he didn't remember that there would be no one there, only robes.

Gonggong Han packed everything up and waited for the saint to rest.

The curtain was lowered, but the Holy One said, "There is no need to blow out the lamp." ”

Through the bedspread, the light was not dazzling, but the saint still couldn't sleep well.

In his dream, a person in a dragon robe appeared, no longer standing in the corner, but standing in front of him.

He shouted and scolded, scolded the other party for usurping the throne, and scolded for a long time, but he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly.

No matter how closely he looked, he couldn't see clearly.

Once again, the saint woke up from his dream and opened his eyes until dawn.

Although the spirit is not good, it has not abandoned the government, and the saint still goes to the court every day, looking at the excerpts sent by the Wenying Palace, and replies one by one.

Recently, it is Sun Qi who has suffered the most.

The saint called him into the imperial study almost every day or two to scold, court affairs, family affairs, and from time to time let him talk about political opinions, but if there is one or two sentences wrong, it is a scolding.

Sun Qi was bored, and asked Liu Jieyu to persuade the concubine Song, but he gradually relaxed.

The saint scolded him because he thought he could still help him, if he hadn't been cultivated as an heir, why bother so much?

Sun Qi will be scolded, but he is also incapable of meeting the requirements of the saints, he must work hard and earnestly understand the guidance of the three princes and courtiers, in order to reassure his father.

At the moment, the Holy One's main concern is obviously the transfer of silver.

Jiang Muyuan went to Nanling, and there has been no good news so far, which is also expected.

After all, there is a mountain of gold and silver in Nanling, and if you can't find it, you can't hear a copper plate.

On the contrary, it is the liquidation of Shudi, and there can be some gains one after another.

It's just that this harvest is not much.

Sun Qi looked at the preliminary data reported by the local government and county, and felt a chill in his heart, just like that, although mosquito legs are also meat, it can't fill the stomach.

The saint was also very dissatisfied with this figure, but Jiang Muyuan had paved the way before, and the saint blamed Qiao Jing's head, but he did not accuse the lower prefecture and county of doing things unfavorably.

Thunderstorms continued in late July and continued to fall into August.

The thunder made the saint's already messy sleep worse and worse, and there used to be Tao Zhaoyi's sweet soup to ease his mind, but now it is gone.

Even if you call the cook from the original small kitchen, the things you get out don't smell like that.

The saint was angry and asked Sun Xuan to taste it too.

Sun Xuan used a whole bowl and said: "This was the taste in the past, my father tasted wrong, probably because the mother concubine is gone, you are bitter in your mouth." ”

-for-tat, every word is heartfelt.

The saint was extremely angry, and he couldn't attack Sun Xuan for such a few words, so he could only send him back.

Sun announced his withdrawal, did not return to Wenying Palace, and turned around and went to Tao Zhaoyi's former palace.

In just a few months, the building has already been empty, and it looks like it is decaying.

He smiled, of course the taste is a little different, coarse and coarse, there is no difference, only people who use it often will feel it.

Sun Xuan deliberately let the cook change, just to be angry.

All he can do is just these "small actions".