The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 21

In the hall, there were only three people.

"Dead?" His wide eyes were full of doubts, Yun Fengchao couldn't believe this fact.

The empress dowager who had always wanted to put him to death died, his biggest obstacle died, but Yun Fengchao couldn't be happy.

He finally knew why Mu Fuyuan asked such a question this morning.

Liang Fuying nodded. Although he told everyone present this news, he had to deny that even he doubted the credibility of this news.

"Dare to ask, what is the Holy Majesty's plan?"

Facing Liang Fuying's question, Yun Fengchao couldn't answer it.

A country cannot live without a king. This is an eternal theorem.

Once the Empress Dowager dies, people who had fantasies about the throne before will definitely choose this time to surface. If Yun Fengchao does not return to the palace now, it will be like sending the country with both hands, allowing wolves and beasts to ruin the country that the former emperor single-handedly brought down.

"I..." Yun Fengchao clenched his lower lip, subconsciously looking at Mu Fuyuan.

He knew he had to go back to the palace, but he didn't want to go back.

Is he so selfish?

Mu Fuyuan put down the porcelain cup in his hand, and calmly made a relief: "The Holy Majesty has already discussed with the ministers, and he will return to court early tomorrow morning."

"Is that so?" Liang Fuying looked at Mu Fuyuan suspiciously, but...

The way the Holy One looks, it doesn't look like this.

Contrasted with Mu Fuyuan's indifference, Yun Fengchao trembled all over, clenched his fists and released them, and after a while, he clenched his fists and squeezed the words out of his teeth: "Yes, tomorrow In the morning, I will return to Beijing!"

Judiciary

At night, a man sat on the roof.

Gusts of breeze lifted the man's hair, and the ink-sprayed black hair drew a beautiful arc in the wind.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing standing there?" Mu Fuyuan looked at a shadow under the house, and the red hair appeared and disappeared from time to time following the master's movements.

Yun Feng blushed and yelled at Mu Fuyuan: "Look at the scenery, can't you!"

Mu Fuyuan smiled softly and pointed to the location next to him.

"The scenery here is better."

Hearing this, Yun Fengchao's face collapsed, and he glared at Mu Fuyuan angrily.

"Do you think everyone is like you, who can fly over eaves and walk over walls?"

For this disguised compliment, Mu Fuyuan laughed lightly: "Thank you."

"I didn't praise you!" Thick-skinned!

"But Fuyuan climbed up." Pointing to the bamboo ladder in the corner under the house.

......

Yun Fengchao really regrets coming up...

He looked down the house with a chilling heart, it's okay not to look, but when he looked, his whole face turned green.

"Hey, let's go down." Shivering and turning his head to look at Mu Fuyuan, Yun Fengchao pretended to be calm.

The corners of his lips hooked, and Mu Fuyuan smiled warmly.

"My lord, are you afraid of heights?"

When Yun Feng heard this, he immediately nodded his head like a chick Doomi, but in an instant, he immediately stopped nodding.

"Who will be afraid, I dare to dance on the roof!" Yun Fengchao said with great air.

"I really haven't seen anyone dancing on the roof, I really want to see..." Mu Fuyuan rolled his eyes and expressed regret.

What, what? Yunfeng swallowed, and looked under the house.

It's so high... If one accidentally pulls his foot, he will lie down for several days, right?

But, you can't be ashamed of yourself, right?

How do you dance when you dance? It doesn't matter, let's stand up first.

Closed his eyes again, stood up tremblingly, Yun Fengchao wished he was a bird with wings growing.

The red tiles on the roof are all the best, so there is no need to worry about slipping, but Mu Fuyuan is worried about another problem.

If you let him go on like this, the roof...will collapse, right?

"Your Majesty, Ye Liang, why don't we go down first." Although he knew that Yun Fengchao couldn't dance, let alone dance on the roof, Mu Fuyuan didn't say anything to tease him.

There are thin beads of sweat on Yun Fengchao's forehead, stained on the fiery red bangs, looking extremely strange.

"I'm just warming up, you, just show me..." The swaying movements looked very funny, but Yun Fengchao still didn't give up.

Seeing Yun Fengchao's rare antics, Mu Fuyuan didn't smile at all.

Stretching out his hand and gently pulling, Yunfeng fell into Mu Fuyuan's embrace.

"Hey, I'm warming up, what are you doing!" Sitting firmly in Mu Fuyuan's arms, someone who would definitely struggle to the death on weekdays dared not move at all.

It's not because of strength, but because of their current position.

In fact, Mu Fuyuan didn't use much force, he just hugged the person in his arms gently, buried his head in the fire-colored hair, absorbing the indifferent fragrance of the hair.

"Your Majesty, if you really can't do it, don't force yourself." Yun Fengchao understood the profound meaning of Mu Fuyuan's words.

After understanding Mu Fuyuan's words, Yun Fengchao felt his eyes sore.

He is not a born emperor, but he has the good luck that ordinary people do not have, being born in the royal family.

He started to succeed at the age of seven, and no one ever asked him if he would be reluctant...

"I won't force it, as I said, I will be a good emperor." Yun Fengchao closed his eyes, not letting tears flow.

Suddenly, the warmth of hugging him disappeared, Yun Fengchao opened his eyes, and saw that Mu Fuyuan had stood up.

"What's wrong?"

With bright eyes open, Mu Fuyuan smiled and stretched out his hand to Yun Fengchao.

"Your Majesty, you will be returning to court tomorrow, so rest early."

It was this kind of smile again, the same as the one I saw this morning, I always felt that there was something more.

"What are you hiding from me?" Mu Fuyuan's unnatural smile was reflected in his suspicious eyes, and Yun Fengchao asked the question he asked this morning again.

"The Holy Majesty is suspicious."

"I didn't! Your smile has already told me! You absolutely..." Yun Fengchao roared angrily, he didn't know why he was so angry, but...

Just when some thoughts started to form, Cheng Yaojin appeared.

"Hey, what's going on tonight? You all ran to the garden." Liang Fuying stood under the house, ignoring the movements of everyone desperately shaking their hands at him to signal him not to make a sound.

He finally managed to lull that troublesome nephew to sleep, and wanted to speak out to take a breath, but he saw all the head catchers hiding under the house and looking at the roof.

Is there anything nice on the roof?

Liang Fuying raised his head and looked at the two people on the roof in puzzlement.

"My lord, Master Mu, are you in such a good mood?"

Yun Fengchao opened his eyes wide and looked at the people under the house, blushing with a handsome face.

He, he, he just said he was going to dance... so ashamed!

Liang Fuying looked at Yun Fengchao's sudden movement of burying his head in his hands in puzzlement, and asked aloud, "My lord, are you feeling well?"

What I got was Mu Fuyuan's chuckling voice as an answer.

All the arresters immediately lifted Liang Fuying away with one foot and one hand.

"My lord, it's late, go back to sleep."

"That's right, Master Mu and Sheng Sheng have important matters to discuss, so please don't meddle, sir."

Everyone was about to disappear at the corner of the wall when they suddenly heard Mu Fuyuan's call to stop.

"Slow down!"

"Master Mu, is there... anything else?"

Mu Fuyuan bent over and picked up Yun Fengchao, who was still sitting on the roof in shame, and lightly jumped down to the ground.

"You didn't see anything, did you?"

"No, no, no..." He replied while running, and the heads of the arresters ran away like being chased by ghosts.

Even though they were beaten to death, they did not admit that they had seen the ugliness of the Holy Majesty, although it was not ugly at all, but...they were afraid of the Prime Minister next to the Holy Majesty...

Even going out for a walk, you can bump into the Holy One and want to perform a rooftop dance...

If they encounter these scenes again in the future, they might as well pretend to be blind.

All the arresters mourn in silence...