Outside the door, the six waiters wearing festive red jackets and the same as the New Year were anxiously wiping the sweat on their heads, and after seeing Jun drunk and opening the door, the six waiters breathed a sigh of relief: "Prime Minister Jun, there is news in Beijing, the envoys of the Liang State are about to arrive, please return to Beijing quickly." ”

Liang Guo is not very honest today, and the matter of Liang Guo's envoy to Xiling cannot be taken lightly, it is really an urgent matter.

Jun Zui nodded, came in with the six servants, and walked around the corner to see that the little emperor who had broken his feet was standing at the door of the house at this time, holding on to the door frame and waiting for him.

It was cold, and she wore a cyan robe in order to be cool, and her nose was red from the cold when she stood at the door.

Jun drunk walked two steps quickly to her side: "Why did you come out?" ”

The little emperor winked at him, his phoenix eyes narrowed, he pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't answer.

Jun was drunk and couldn't help but hook his lips when she smiled.

The six servants looked at the two of them, and always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it, so they could only bow down and salute the little emperor: "Your Majesty, the envoys of the Liang State are about to enter Beijing, and the ministers are coming to pick you up and return to Beijing." ”

After saying this, the six servants saw that their emperor glanced at him lightly.

Although she didn't have any expression on her face, the Liubu squire inexplicably felt a cold neck, and unconsciously shrank his neck, and only after shrinking did he feel a little wrong.

He obviously didn't do anything, why did he feel so weak when he looked at his emperor? Is trance a good thing to ruin the emperor?

What good things can the emperor and the prime minister have?

The innocent middle-aged fat man thought about it and straightened his neck again happily.

On the other side, Ye Chuijin was silent for a moment before speaking: "When will Aiqing return to Beijing?" ”

Jun Zui thought about it carefully.

He is still a teacher at the academy, and if he wants to leave, he must at least find a suitable teacher.

Thinking of this, he replied, "After a while." ”

Hearing this, the little emperor in front of him lowered his eyes, couldn't see any expression, and let out a low "oh".

Because of her broken foot, Jun Zui helped the emperor to the gate and sent her to the carriage with his own hands.

When the car was about to leave, the little emperor poked his head out of the car window: "Prime Minister." ”

Jun Zui looked at her, and the two pairs of eyes met again.

The little emperor smiled, his voice a little lonely.

"The plum blossoms in the palace have been blooming just right recently, and the small rhyme pool has also been repaired, and the water has been full of ponds when I came......" Then she paused in her voice and said softly: "Don't forget, there are old people waiting for you in your hometown, and there are old people waiting for you in the capital." ”

After saying this, she lowered the curtain, and the six servants arched his hand to him and drove away.

The carriage gradually drove into the night, and Jun Zui watched steadily, as if even the light of his eyes had been taken away by her.

It was a long time before he turned back.

After arriving in her own room, Jun Zui only felt that the room she had stayed in seemed to be different from before, and it was a little more endearing and angry.

Jun took a deep breath and sat back at his desk, trying to force himself to stop thinking about it.

He took the book on the desk, and wanted to immerse himself in the hundred schools of the princes, but when he looked closely, he found that he had picked up the book he had just annotated.

At this time, under his annotation of "Holy majesty, how can you do such a daughter's posture", a sword and sword blade, the word "looking at the world" was next to it, as if to summarize his sentence.

"Yes."

Jun was drunk holding the book, and he didn't turn the page for a long time.