Seeing that his father had made up his mind, Yan Cijiu clenched his fists fiercely, lowered his head and forcibly held back what he wanted to say next.

He turned around and went back without saying a word, Yan Qinghan had a bad premonition in his heart, the corners of his eyes jumped, and he couldn't help but speak: "Prince, Xiaozhu'er will definitely be found, don't worry too much!" Father understands your feelings......"

"The sons know that the father, the emperor, the sons and daughters will deal with the government affairs first." Yan Cijiu sighed softly.

He took a deep look at his father and said sorry in his heart.

For the next whole day, Yan Cijiu locked himself in his room and forgot to sleep and eat to deal with the government.

Yan Qinghan couldn't bear to see it: "This government can't be dealt with overnight, you have a good rest, I have already sent someone to find Xiaozhu'er." ”

Yan Cijiu shook his head, and sorted out the folds very neatly: "Father and Emperor should rest first, and I will trouble Father and Emperor in a few days......"

The little prince didn't finish his words, Yan Qinghan thought that his son said that he would trouble him to help find Zhu Xiaozhu, he nodded lightly, stretched out his hand and patted Yan Cijiu on the shoulder: "I have already deeply reflected on myself, tomorrow, I will start to deal with the government affairs, and the matter of finding Xiaozhu'er will be handed over to you, and you will be more at ease." ”

"Thank you, Father."

Yan Cijiu bowed his head lightly, and the pen in his hand never stopped.

Father and son were speechless.

In the dead of night, Yan Cijiu watched as Jing Beiyan stunned the guards in the palace with an expressionless face, and walked out of the Yuhua Hall with a gentle pace.

……

Palace.

Early.

Yan Qinghan rubbed his relaxed sleepy eyes, but he didn't see the figure of the little prince in the early dynasty.

"This kid corrected the recital for a day yesterday, and he should be tired, forget it, let's give him a day off today."

Yan Qinghan rarely had a flood of fatherly love, and for the first time, he did not doze off in the morning court, and listened diligently to the ministers' reports on the government.

After the early dynasty, Yan Qinghan stretched his waist: "Oh, I'm so tired, this emperor is not good, and I don't know when Yan Cijiu will grow up, alas, go back and correct the folds!" ”

The fold is generally placed in the prince's Yuhua Palace.

Yan Qinghan sat in a soft sedan chair and staggered to his son's residence.

Before he came to Yuhua Palace, he sensed that something was wrong.

Alas? It's been this hour, why is it still so quiet in Yuhua Palace?

Yan Qinghan waved his hand and motioned for Gonggong Li to step forward.

Gonggong Li bowed forward, his fingers lightly knocked on the Zhu door twice, and when he heard that there was no movement inside, he frowned and pushed open the temple door without authorization.

"Ahhhh

In the next second, Gonggong Li's heart-rending scream came, and Yan Qinghan frowned impatiently: "What do you say!" What is the call? ”

"Your Majesty! Mrs. Mrs. Prince......" Gonggong Li trembled his fingers, and the floating dust in his arms was almost unstable.

He turned his head in horror, and Yan Qinghan rolled his eyes helplessly: "What's wrong with the prince?" ”

"The prince is gone!" Father-in-law Li was finally able to say a complete sentence.

As the Zhu Gate opened wider and wider, Yan Qinghan finally saw the scene inside.

The prince's guards fell to the ground in an uproar, the door of the prince's room was wide open, a gust of wind passed, rolling up two fallen leaves, and the once lively palace was so quiet that even a bird refused to call.

Yan Qinghan was stunned.

Yan Qinghan got up.

Yan Qinghan planted his foot from the soft sedan chair......

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you're all right! Gonggong Li went to help Yanqing Han with a sad face, struggled to get up from the ground, raised his fingers tremblingly to Yuhua Palace, and spit out a sentence with all his strength: "My prince ......"

Oh my God, he can't live, without the prince, how can he hand over the government that fell during this time!

Wow! Break the defense!

Yan Qinghan rolled his eyes, fainted on the ground with a plop, and Gonggong Li instantly pounced, trembling his fingers to pinch Yan Qinghan's middle man.

Yan closed his eyes, reluctant to wake up, and Gonggong Li was stupid.

His whole body trembled as if he was generous, and stretched out a finger to probe Yan Qinghan's snort.

Not...... Out of gas?

Gonggong Li's whole person was like a thunderbolt: "Wow! The emperor is dead! Woooooooooooooooo Your Majesty! How can you live if you are gone, slave and maid! ”

What? The emperor is dead!

The other palace maids and eunuchs behind him were in a panic, and in an instant, they cried to the sky.

Yan Qinghan: ......

Speechless.

You can't pretend to be dead!

"Get out! I'm not dead yet! It's hard to cry to death! Get out of here! ”

Bad luck, bad luck!

Yan Qinghan jumped up from the ground with a carp and gave Gonggong Li a slap with his backhand.

Gonggong Li is a lot old, and he suffered a brain melon collapse for no reason, and immediately hugged his head aggrievedly.

However, the emperor is not dead, this is great news!

Gonggong Li smiled like a flower again, hehehe...... The emperor is not dead!

Yan Qinghan rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to step into the Yuhua Palace.

What should be faced is always to be faced, after all, it is a sin of one's own making......

Wow, I can't stand it, I want to cry.

Prince... The prince just left him!

I can't help it!

However, things are not as complicated as Yan Qinghan imagined.

Yan Cijiu knew that his father was fishing in troubled waters and neglected to take care of the government, so he sorted out all the key events in the past few months in a booklet.

As long as Yan Qinghan carefully flipped through the booklet, he could quickly get started with government politics.

The further you go to the south of the river, the more wet and muddy the road becomes.

The drizzle in the sky almost didn't stop, Zhu Xiaozhu looked at the road ahead melancholy, and her fingers were drawing on the table.

"Walking forward is Yuxiang Town, passing Yuxiang Town is Dingyang Mountain, and my father in my dream is suffering here......"

It's just that I don't know anything except that there are bandits in Dingyang Mountain, so how can I help my father?

Zhu Xiaozhu dragged her little chin wistfully.

She actually wanted Jing Nanyu to go to Dingyang Mountain in advance to inquire about the situation, but she was just ......

Zhu Xiaozhu glared at Nanyu angrily: "Please, you are my guard, can you do something!" ”

Jing Nan Yu sat in the carriage inscrutablely, bowing his head and wiping his human skin mask.

The corners of his eyes were as red as delicate, with his pale and transparent skin, and his long snow-white hair, he was like a demagogic ghost in the mountains.

Between the gestures, there are thousands of mysterious styles: "The little county lord doesn't need me." ”

Zhu Xiaozhu: ......

I'm so angry, what is this person pretentious again!

The little milk doll puffed out her little face angrily, Jing Nanyu was in a little better mood inexplicably, he stretched out his finger and gently poked Zhu Xiaozhu's little face, Sakura lips opened lightly, and spit out two words: "Please." ”

……

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

The horse's hooves sank into the mud, causing a half-battle-high splash, and Yan Cijiu waved his whip with all his might, letting the drizzle and wind tear his clothes.