[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

In the study, Zhiming looked coldly and solemnly, frowning deeply at the table full of memorials. He had already rested for a few days, but he still couldn't stand up to the escalating debate in the court. But detaining other envoys is still disrespectful to heaven, so they should be cut down.The Zhuhe faction believes that Tianquan has already experienced several wars, and it is only half a year since the unification of Zhongyuan, so it should not be acted rashly. Moreover, what Liuli Kingdom handed over this time is not a letter of war, but a letter of state. Regarding Tianquan, Tianquan should never start another dispute because of the ruler of another country, endangering all peoples.

Snapped!

The memorial was slammed to the ground.

Luo Min sighed softly, picked up the memorial, and glanced at it from the corner of his eyes, no wonder Zhiming would be angry, the words in the memorial were sharp, every clause was to persuade Zhiming to hand over Murong Li, and even pointing at Murong Li's troubles. Tianquan is an ominous person.

"Bastard!" Zhi Ming was so angry that he was at a loss for words.

"Your Majesty calm down." Luo Min persuaded, "What the ministers said is only based on the interests of heaven."

Zhi Ming took a deep breath and calmed down. Luo Min was right, he knew in his heart that the minister who advised him to make peace with Liu Li at this time is the country's loyal minister, send troops?Wouldn't it be in the arms of those people who covet Tianshu...

but……

Zhiming had a headache, glanced at Luo Min from the corner of his eyes, and said hesitantly, "I remember that you also led troops for me..."

Luo Min was taken aback, and looked at Zhi Ming in disbelief, "Does Your Majesty want to..."

"Do you have a better choice?" Zhi Ming closed his eyes and sighed.

"But Your Majesty should know that sending troops is really the next strategy."

Zhi Ming slowly opened his eyes, looked at the map behind the desk, and laughed at himself, "I have no choice."

Do you have no choice, or are you unwilling to choose any other path?

Luo Min frowned, he really didn't expect that Zhi Ming would rather let him lead the army than hand over Murong Li.Zhi Ming is not a fool, he obviously realized that if he sent General Meng to the expedition, he would give General Meng a chance to rely on his military exploits.If Zhiming goes to divide the fiefdoms, the national policy of just stationing officials in one place will fail, and all previous efforts will be in vain, so it seems that letting him lead troops is a good idea, but once Luo Min leaves, the king's right to guard the capital will be lost. Inevitably, it will fall to others, and whose hands it will fall into. Zhiming should know it in his heart. He has already done something about General Wei. He doesn't believe that Zhiming, as the king of a country, will not have the slightest fear.

"Heh... Do you really regard him as more important than your own life?" As the weakness of human beings, love has been a stumbling block for those who have achieved great things since ancient times, let alone a person on the throne coveted by thousands of people, Luo Min raised his head. Glancing at the sky, shaking his head, he walked out of the palace gate.

Luo House.

"My lord is back." The servant took Luo Min's cloak and reported, "My lord, I have an old friend visiting, and I have been waiting in the side hall for a long time."

"understood."

Luo Min retreated from the crowd and entered the side hall alone. When the visitors saw him coming back, they warmly greeted him, cupped their hands and said, "Long time no see, senior brother, don't be in trouble."

"Sir, are you okay?" Luo Min exchanged some greetings, and then asked, "You know this is the capital of the king, so you have to be careful in everything you do."

"Senior Brother said that," the guest replied, "That's why I came to see Senior Brother openly. Who doesn't have any relatives?"

Luo Min nodded in admiration, and said with a smile, "Are you here to explain something, sir?"

"Sir, I just want to know whether Zhiming will hand over Murongli?"

Luo Min glanced at the visitor, and suddenly sighed, "It seems that we all overestimate Zhiming."

"Could it be..."

"As a last resort, Zhiming seems to want me to lead the army."

The visitor was very surprised, and he smiled after a long while, "Mr.

Luo Min looked at the visitor with a smug face, but his expression was serious. Will troubled times arise again?Isn't that what they've been looking for?He vowed to follow Zhong Kunyi's footsteps from the day he became an official, and he never hesitated for many years, but today he suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart.

Under the Xunyou stage, Zhiming suddenly stopped, looked up at the palace, sighed deeply, and smiled again.

Seeing him like this, Arjun felt distressed and said, "Your Majesty..."

As if Zhiming had never heard of it, he stepped on the stone steps in front of the Xunyou Terrace step by step. No matter how much turbulence the outside world caused, as long as he stepped here, he had to laugh and forget the ups and downs outside. , so that the people who live in peace in Xunyou Terrace will not notice any clues.

"Arjun, neither the widow nor you can be sad."

"Yes, the little one understands." Arjun took a deep breath and smiled, "The little one can tell jokes and make Ah Yu happy, and won't let Ah Yu notice."

Zhi Ming suddenly gave a lonely smile, "My widow... I really envy you."

In the warm pavilion, Murong Li was sitting on a low chair making tea, when he saw Zhi Ming coming, he smiled and waved to him, "Come and sit."

Zhi Ming sat down beside Murongli with a smile, a cup of hot tea came to his lips, and the fragrance overflowed, lingering around his nose.Zhi Ming stared at the person sitting opposite him, smiled lightly, bowed his head and took a sip, "It smells so good."

Murongli smiled when he heard the words, and took the book beside him, "It's cooked according to the method in the "Tea Classic", I don't know if it suits your taste."

Zhi Ming took his hand, and gently stroked his forehead hair, "Whatever you do is good, everyone likes it very much."

"That's deceitful words." Murong Li turned his head away to tidy up the tea set, the corners of his lips slightly curved revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Zhi Ming looked at him quietly and sighed sadly.

Murongli turned his head in surprise when he heard the sound, and said softly, "Are you tired?"

Zhi Ming was taken aback, smiled and nodded.

Murongli's eyes softened, he put down the tea set, moved towards Zhi Ming's side again, raised his hands to caress the acupuncture points on both sides of his temple hair, and rubbed them lightly.The place pressed by the fingers immediately felt sore and swollen, but it was very comfortable.Zhi Ming was taken aback for a moment, then closed his eyes instantly, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.

Murongli looked at the tired man in front of him, his eyes flickered, he raised his hand to support the back of his head, and asked him to lie down and pillow on his lap, "Go to sleep for a while when you're tired."

Zhi Ming closed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, then turned over, facing Murong Li, put his arm around his waist, spent several days circling among the courtiers, thinking of thousands of strategies, is he really tired.

"A Li..."

The person on his lap was also uneasy when he fell asleep, frowning and babbling his name, Murongli sighed softly, caressed the center of the frowning brow with distress, his eyes were gentle, his brows were picturesque.

"Your Majesty is not well!" Arjun hurried into Zhiming's study and said anxiously, "The courtiers are all gathered outside the palace, saying that they want His Majesty to make a decision early."

Zhi Ming's hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves, and he was about to explode, when suddenly footsteps sounded outside, followed by Zhi Ming's long-awaited voice, "Chen Molan pays homage to Your Majesty!"

Zhi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly, "The widow finally expects you back."

Mo Lan looked up at Zhi Ming, both happy and worried, the monarch and his subjects hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they didn't even have a chance to exchange pleasantries.

"Your Majesty, I see that the ministers gathered outside the palace..."

Zhi Ming frowned in displeasure, and only asked, "Have you ever met them face to face?"

Mo Lan immediately shook her head, "Following His Majesty's order, Mo Lan entered the imperial capital with a business document, and entered the palace through the side door of shopping and shopping, and never met anyone."

Zhi Ming nodded, "That's good, this time I'm going to bother you to be detained in the widow's palace."

Mo Lan nodded clearly, and then worried, "What about the group of people outside His Majesty, the noise is too eye-catching."

Zhi Ming's eyes flashed coldly, "They want to make a decision, so I will make it for them. You rest first, and I will discuss it with you when I come back."

Mo Lan bowed his hands to send Zhiming off, but when he saw the back of the man going away, he sighed heavily and felt sad.

The ministers stood in a few rows according to their official ranks, and were stopped by the palace guards at the bottom of the steps, and they were arguing in full swing.

People from the main battle faction rushed over when they heard the news, and the noise that was originally quite orderly joined another group of voices, refusing back and forth, and the quarrel became dizzy.

When Zhi Ming arrived, he saw that the two factions were about to roll up their sleeves and start a fight, so he immediately scolded them loudly.

The two factions gradually quieted down, but within a moment, the whispering turned into an argument again, one side wanted Zhi Ming to dispatch troops as soon as possible, and the other side wanted Zhi Ming to hand over Murong Li.

"Shut up!" Zhi Ming said in a deep voice, and there seemed to be a gust of wind in his dark eyes, which shocked everyone for a moment, "In three days, the widow will definitely give the world an explanation!"

Throwing away these words, leaving behind all the ministers who were still in a daze, the young emperor walked away in a huff.

In the sleeping hall, Mo Lan rubbed her hands and paced back and forth, very uneasy, but when she saw Zhi Ming came back, she hurried forward and asked, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Zhi Ming looked at him and sighed lightly, then screened everyone in the study away.Zhi Ming winked at Arjun, and Arjun stayed outside knowingly.

Mo Lan silently followed Zhi Ming to the bedroom, and saw Zhi Ming opened the secret compartment in the room and took out a carved wooden box.

The wooden box is simple and elegant, and engraved with the picture of Xuanwu riding the waves, it must be an important object.

Zhi Ming put the box on the table, gently opened it, and took out a delicate seal from it.

Mo Lan's pupils trembled, and she said in disbelief, "Your Majesty..."

Zhi Ming smiled faintly, walked up to Mo Lan with the seal, put the seal in his palm, and said slowly, "This is the seal of the widow."

"Your Majesty..." Mo Lan said tremblingly, he only felt that the small seal in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy.King's Seal!This is the seal second only to the national seal. Because the national seal is too large and is used for printing official documents and government documents, it is inconvenient to take it out, so the king's seal is made, which is equivalent to the emperor's private seal. Seeing it is like seeing the emperor in person. "Why do you want it? Take the seal, the token can also..."

"Not enough!" Zhi Ming said in a deep voice, "You have also seen the situation today. It will be a matter of time before the courtiers find out that Ah Li is not in the palace. It is a long way to go. It is hard to guarantee that someone will cut it first and then play it. The token will not be as good as the emperor's seal after all."

"Your Majesty is very thoughtful." Mo Lanqiang replied.

Zhiming looked at him, knowing that he couldn't bear it, he couldn't help being relieved, at this moment, the only thing he could trust was his best friend who had been with him since he was a child.

"A Li has a dead man, named Geng Chen, who will return to Tianquan soon, and the widow will let him join you. You take A Li away, don't go back to Yaoguang, send him to find Xiao Ran." Ming paused, and there was a sense of determination in his voice, "The responsibility for the eternal crimes will be borne by the widow. The widow can't give him a life of peace, at least he must protect him for the rest of his life."

Mo Lan's brows were deeply condensed, she felt her heart was pierced by a knife, and couldn't bear to say, "Your Majesty, have you thought about it, even if Your Majesty wants to protect Ah Li, Ah Li must be willing!"

Zhi Ming looked at Mo Lan quietly, and suddenly smiled wryly, "Since I want to bid farewell to Ah Li, I will prepare a table of delicacies for him to see him off. Ah Li just needs to sleep well for a few days and he will be fine."

"Your Majesty..." Mo Lan was full of entanglements, and finally found it hard to say.

Zhi Ming asked as if thinking of something again, "The person who protects him..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, they are all first-class masters."

Zhi Ming silently nodded.

Seeing him like this, Mo Lan hesitated to speak, but finally kept her eyes down.

In the evening, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the thunder pierced through the sky, shaking the heavens.

The entire imperial capital was suddenly gusty, and it was raining heavily.

Ayu was taken aback, got up quickly and closed the window, and said worriedly, "What time is this? There is thunder, it's weird."

Murongli glanced out the window, "It's raining so heavily, go prepare some bars, and Zhiming will come to drive him out of the cold later."

Ayu smiled sweetly after hearing this, "The King is the best for His Majesty."

Murongli smiled lightly, "Take the bar in Tianji County to pay tribute to that pot."

Ayu happily held an umbrella and went out.

Murong Li smiled, and lowered his head to write the letter seriously, when the nib of the pen was retracted, he quietly looked at the lines of ink on the desk table, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.