"Hahaha, that's what he said?" Huo Ran laughed and fell on the seat, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

The guard nodded expressionlessly.

"Alright, you go down! After taking a good look at the princess's mansion, except for Xiangguo and His Majesty, don't let anyone in, especially those sent by Qian Wuyong. Ilyusa grimaced and told the guards to retreat.

"King, you don't have to worry about Xiangguo." Yiliu looked at Huo Ran with a smile.

Huo Ran restrained his smile and sighed, "What I'm worried about has never been that unity will favor favoritism because of personal feelings. There is a line in his heart, once he crosses the ......"

"What will happen?" Ilyo asked curiously.

Huo Ran shook his head and didn't continue.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! The dull voice suddenly sounded, and Yiliu's face changed abruptly: "King, it's the Son of Heaven Drum!" ”

Huo Ran put down the brush and stood in front of the window to listen, this is when she ascended the throne four years ago, in order to give the wronged people a way to set up, as long as you can beat the drum of the Son of Heaven, you can see her on a difficult road.

The common people were still afraid of the officials, not to mention the king who became more and more mythical in their hearts, so this drum sounded for the first time.

Eighteen voices echoed in the palace.

"Let's go, let's see." Huo Ran changed into a king's dress and took Yiliu to the front hall.

A thin, yellow-haired woman knelt bloodily on the ceremony, unable to see her face clearly, only a pair of thin and clean hands were exposed, and her hair was tied up with a piece of fabric that seemed to be torn from the sleeve, barely maintaining the dignity of her master. The blood was the price of walking in front of her.

"Who's kneeling?" Ilyo stepped forward and asked, "What's the grievance?" The king is here, and he can come here. ”

The woman held out a jade pendant in both hands, raised her head and lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the king.

"Slave Zhang Ying'er, the daughter of the late Zhang Xiangguo, this jade pendant was given by the former king. The king had promised my father that if anything happened, he would come and find him. I wonder if what the king said that day was counted? ”

"The king is true to his word, as long as you are not framing others, you will naturally make a number." Hearing the sound of drums, Zhu Yiyi, who hurried over, heard Zhang Ying'er's words.

Zhang Ying'er knew that Zhang Xiangguo's beloved daughter in the past, his disciple You Lang's wife, how could she be like this? Zhu Yiyi looked at Zhang Ying'er rudely, with rough skin and thin body, where did she look like a noble lady! It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a beggar, except for his clothes, which are exceptionally clean and tidy.

Huo Ran motioned for Zhu Yiyi to sit aside, and also looked at Zhang Ying'er, who recognized her at a glance.

After seeing Li Yao who came through time, she naturally paid more attention to the girl who had called her "Brother Yao" in Feng Nie's memory, although she later explained that it was Yao of "Yao" City, she was the lord of Yao City, so she should be a nickname for the two of them.

It's just that Zhang Xiangguo is extremely strict with his own house, Huo Ran's foundation was still shallow, and before her people could infiltrate it, Zhang Ying'er got married, a scholar with some talents and ordinary backgrounds.

Immediately found that it was just a simple little girl from the later generations, so she threw away her hand and left only one person in Youlang Mansion.

Zhang Ying'er in her memory is innocent, ignorant and fearless, even to Feng Nie, the future king, is careless, watching the same estrangement and superiority as watching a play, so even if Feng Nie couldn't see through it at the beginning, she still instinctively disliked her.

Now Zhang Ying'er has resolute eyes, the courage to break the cauldron, and the fear of the king.

A wandering soul finally stopped.

"Zhang Ying'er, what do you want?" Huo Ran said.

Zhang Ying'er put her hands on the ground opposite each other, leaned down, knocked her head three times, got up again, and said, "I want Hugh!" ”

Zhu Yiyi stood up in surprise by her. There has never been a divorce of his wife, and there has never been a divorce of a husband, this is the first time he has heard "divorce" and "husband" put together? Put it together?! Zhu Yiyi's heart was pounding, he wanted to drive this woman out, but the solemn atmosphere in the hall pressed him and he couldn't open his mouth.

Zhu Yiyi looked at Huo Ran, his overly sharp mind, saw through the happiness in Huo Ran's majestic eyes, and then saw Yiliu wearing an official uniform on the side, and a sentence inexplicably appeared in his heart: It's too late!

"Xiangguo!" Ilyau exclaimed.

Huo Ran turned his head to look, Zhu Yiyi fainted on the seat, maybe he was too tired recently, Huo Ran secretly told Yiliu to take care of Zhu Yiyi, and looked at Zhang Ying'er again.

"Fate in the past life, marriage in this life. Are you sure you want Hugh? Huo Ran asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Ying'er heard that the king only asked Hugh if he was or not, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and began to tell the story.

"It is said that husband and wife are one, and if he respects me and loves me, I should cherish it; If you are ruthless, I will leave! I hope that the king will give permission. ”

Huo Ran pondered for a moment and ordered You Lang to be brought to the front hall.

You Lang is studying at home.

Thinking that the imperial examination is imminent, it is inevitable that his heart is surging, he was appreciated by Xiangguo as a disciple because of his old age and good knowledge, and now he feels that his knowledge is also quite progressive.

The teacher is now in charge of the six departments, and when the imperial examination is over, he will beg the teacher, it is best to go to the Ministry of Rites.

You Lang, who received the edict from the king's guards, was a little inexplicable, could it be that the teacher recommended himself to the king?

You Lang wanted to find out a thing or two along the way, but the guards kept silent and had to give up.

"You Lang, come in quickly." One of the guards came out and commanded.

You Lang tidied up his clothes and was about to enter, but an old man in civilian clothes took the lead, You Lang looked at it with dissatisfaction, it was General Chen, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

"You Lang meets the king." You Lang fell to his knees.

"You Lang, look at the people on the side, do you know each other?" A crisp female voice rang out.

You Lang turned his head when he heard the sound, and he shook his head: "Xiaomin doesn't know. How can such beggars have anything to do with me? ”

"Is your lady alright? Where is it now? The female voice asked again.

You Lang didn't dare to look up, feeling that this question was very strange. "Clumsy Jing is in a small people's house. She's been in poor health lately, and she's been bedridden to recuperate—"

"You Lang, look up and see who I am!" A sharp voice suddenly interrupted You Lang's statement, and he couldn't help but look at the female beggar again—thin and bloodless cheeks, hateful eyes......

"You, are you my poor niece of the Zhang family?" Old General Chen suddenly trembled and spoke.

"Uncle, it's Ying'er!" Zhang Ying'er saw that the grievances that her father's best friend had suppressed for a long time finally couldn't be restrained, and turned into tears.

You Lang suddenly felt very cold on his body.

When Zhu Heyi woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the same day, and his personal guard whispered to him that the king and the imperial doctor had already come, and the imperial doctor said that he was overworked, and the king allowed him to take a day off tomorrow, and sent a bunch of things for him to recuperate.

"The king is really a god in the world, and he is the most holy!" The guard praised happily, but he didn't hear his master's echo, he looked at his master curiously.

His eyes were cold to the bone, and his eyebrows and eyes faded away from the usual stereotype, replaced by a solemn meaning.

"You're right, King Shengming, no one can stop you from creating a great cause for a thousand years! The king will not allow it, and neither will I! ”