The night in Wudu City is still chilly.

The night was dark, and the emperor, dressed in an overcoat, was still working at his desk.

Now even Jin Xuan can't hide the sickness on the emperor's face.

His majesty is gone, his beard is gone, and he is in his fifties, and he looks older than Jin Xuan.

"Your Majesty, good news has come from Yuecheng, and the Longwei Legion led by Tang Renshen has been completely defeated. At this moment, the fourth princess is on her way back to Beijing, and it is expected that she will arrive in Beijing in three days." Jin Xuan trotted in, his voice very low.

The Emperor only nodded, finished the last fold on hand, and put it down.

He stretched.

The biggest internal and external troubles have been solved.

Finally, the emperor re-laid out a piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and began to write.

After writing, he put the paper in an envelope, carefully sealed it himself, and handed it to Jin Xuan.

"It's for Jing Han." The Emperor said.

"Your Majesty, the princess will return to Beijing soon, will you just hand it over to the princess in person when the time comes?" Jin Xuan laughed quietly.

The Emperor shook his head helplessly, and he looked up at Jin Xuan.

"Sincerely, how many years have you been with me?" The Emperor asked softly.

"The old slave is ten years older than the emperor, and since the emperor was six years old, the old slave has been serving the emperor's master in the palace, and it has been exactly fifty years." I replied.

"Fifty years, like yesterday...... I still remember vividly that I was clamoring to go out to eat donkey meat that year, and you paid for me. But I later realized that your silver was extremely low that year, and your monthly silver was not even enough for two meals of donkey meat......" The Emperor sighed, a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, you still remember dang

years." I would like to say with a smile.

"When I was ten years old, I accidentally knocked over a glass cup in the Emperor's Uncle's Mansion, and it was still the pot you carried for me. Remember that board?" The Emperor asked again.

"Remember, that board is not light, and the old slave who beats it is called an ass flower." Jin Xuan replied with a smile.

"When I was twelve, I was messing with you about going out hunting. After entering the mountain, he encountered a fierce tiger. That year, you were bitten through a few ribs by that tiger and almost died......

"With the protection of the master, the old slave survived, all thanks to the blessing of the master." Jin Xuan replied with a smile.

The Emperor then laughed and said, "There is another incident, when I was sixteen years old, I went to go shopping in Goolan and was almost caught by my father."

Jin Xuan immediately laughed and said, "Yes, the old slave asked you to hide under the bed, saying that the old slave was the only one there. However, the old slave later recalled that the Apocalypse Lord must not have believed it back then."

The Emperor laughed and said, "Yes! How wise was my father? But back then, as the prince of the palace, I went to the Goulan, which really damaged my face. I still don't know which one betrayed me, and I get angry when I think about it."

Jin Xuan let out a long sigh.

He has followed Emperor Jingyang for fifty years!

Waiting for Emperor Jingyang to grow up.

Watch him ascend the throne as emperor and become the king of a country.

Later, he assisted him in the dark and helped the building to fall.

But if you think about it carefully, the whole fifty years have passed in a flash.

The little prince of the palace back then, the later prince, and then the master long live.

So far, it's on the verge of death.

I would like to declare that I have a sigh of emotion, suddenly

Between the old tears.

"What are you crying for?" The Emperor asked with a smile.

"The old slave can't help himself." Jin Xuan replied while crying.

"Since I was a child, I've never seen you so hypocritical! Don't cry."

"Obey~"

The Emperor sighed again.

"The whole palace is full of royal members. But you have always been the only person I trust the most in my life." The Emperor said.

"Long live the old slave who can serve his master,

It's a blessing that the old slave cultivated in his last life." I would like to proclaim.

"I hear."

"Old Slave ......"

"Don't kneel, stand and listen to orders."

"No."

"From now on, remove your slavery. I hereby declare that after the new emperor ascends the throne, you will find a place to go and live for the rest of your life. Although you are not young, you are a martial artist, and you are alive." The Emperor laughed.

"Your Majesty, do you want an old slave? The old slave doesn't want to go anywhere but by your side! Besides, at the age of the old slave, where else can he go? This palace is the home of the old slave!" Jin Xuan was excited and wanted to kneel.

The emperor stepped forward and dragged Jin Xuan.

The Emperor then took three steps back and bowed to Jinxuan.

"You've worked hard all these years."

"Your Majesty, no!"

Jin Xuan still knelt down.

The Emperor returned to his chair and sat down.

"Get up."

"Your Majesty."

"Say, how do I deserve to be the emperor?" The Emperor asked.

"The country and the people are safe, and the emperor is a rare emperor in the ages." I would like to proclaim.

It's not sycophancy, it's from the bottom of your heart.

The mess left by the Emperor of the Apocalypse is almost out of control.

Anyone who changes to a monarch who does not have a little skill will take the throne, and this Great Yan Dynasty is extremely powerful

Probably already sunk.

Emperor Jingyang is indeed a Ming monarch.

And Jingyang has been thirteen years.

Emperors rarely killed courtiers.

Such emperors are indeed rare.

Moreover, Emperor Jingyang was diligent in government affairs, and when he was in charge of serious illnesses and disasters, he almost never slacked off for a day.

Since the emperor's accession to the throne, he has rarely stepped out of the palace gates.

"What's so rare for eternal? Talk nonsense! But in the Great Yan Dynasty, I, the emperor, deserve to be qualified?" The Emperor laughed.

"Your Majesty, why are you more than qualified? In the Great Yan Dynasty, there are few monarchs who can compare with the emperor." I would like to proclaim.

"Haha, that's fine. You must be protecting me, and naturally you are speaking for me. Like a fish drinking water, it knows its own warmth and coldness. There are people who judge the merits and demerits." The emperor said with a wave of his hand.

"What the emperor said is extremely true."

"My Great Yan Dynasty, even if it is the first emperor, has greater merits than me. The current territory of the Great Yan Dynasty was single-handedly brought down by his old man." Emperor Jingyang said with a smile.

"But it is more difficult to keep it, and the Apocalypse will ...... in his old age."

"It's still the same sentence, merits and demerits, and there are posterity to comment. If you don't say it, I won't say it."

"Yes, the old slave is indeed not qualified to judge the Apocalypse."

The emperor reclined in his chair.

He tightened his coat, still feeling a biting chill.

"Has the climate of this Wudu City always been so cold? When I was young, I didn't even notice it?"

The Emperor was silent for a moment, then tightened his coat again.

"I'm tired, take a break......

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