[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Mo Lan walked into the study room, bowed to Zhiming, and just about to speak, Zhiming said first, "I have received a report from Jiacheng County today."

"Yes..." Mo Lan looked at Zhi Ming, although he knew it well, but after all the years away, he was still a little apprehensive.

"Marquis Mo's strategy for governing the county is very good!" Zhi Ming raised his head and looked at Mo Lan, "Jiacheng County has not disappointed everyone during the past few years when Marquis Mo was away."

Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "I thank you, Your Majesty, and Lord Luo, who is also the guardian of Jiacheng County, has acted well."

Zhi Ming smiled, not saying yes or no.

Mo Lan's thoughts changed in his mind. He didn't expect that Jiacheng County would be brought up by such a coincidence. God-given opportunity, choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun...

"His Majesty……"

"The widow thinks..."

"Uh..." Just as Mo Lan was about to speak, Zhiming opened his mouth and said awkwardly, "Your Majesty, please tell me first..."

Zhi Ming moved the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and said leisurely, "Jiacheng County is now in Le Antai, and Marquis Mo Jun has been away from me for many years, why not stay in the imperial capital temporarily and tell me about overseas experiences."

"?" Mo Lan wondered if he had heard it wrong. Before he could ask for it, Zhi Ming asked him to stay first, "Your Majesty..."

"The widow knows that the Marquis of Mojun has been away from the county for several years, so he must be worried about the people in the county."

Mo Lan nodded subconsciously following Zhi Ming's words, wondering what Zhi Ming meant by this move.

"It doesn't matter. Jiacheng County is very close to the imperial capital. My widow, Xu Junhou, can go back at any time. Mo Lan can take the time to go back and have a look. Just come back earlier."

Avoiding Zhiming's gaze, Mo Lan collected his thoughts, leaned over and saluted, "Yes. I would like to obey the holy order."

Originally, I thought it would take a lot of effort to find a suitable reason for myself to stay in the imperial capital, but I didn't expect Zhi Ming to agree before I spoke, even the reason was exactly the same as he thought, could it be...

"What is Mo Lan thinking?"

Mo Lan paused, regained her comprehension, and laughed quickly, "It's nothing, I'm here to return to my life. Just now, what Your Majesty said, I forgot, I really deserve to die."

Zhiming smiled, "Return?"

Mo Lan said with a smile, "Your Majesty forgot, you asked me to send a jade flute to Lord Murong..."

Zhi Ming smiled slightly, "Oh, did you see him?" Zhi Ming took a memorial and opened it leisurely, Murong Li must be very happy to see Mo Lan.

Mo Languan had a bright look on his face and was slightly confused, but he still smiled and said, "I can see that the Lord Murong likes him very much."

Zhi Ming stopped turning the page, chuckled, and continued to turn the page.

Mo Lan was sure of what he was thinking, wondering if he should speak out what he was thinking, and after a few steps of saluting and retreating, he finally couldn't help but turned around and said, "Your Majesty."

"If there's anything else Mo Lan wants to do, you might as well speak up." Zhi Ming didn't look up.

Mo Lan took a deep breath, "Master Murong doesn't seem to be in good health, and... please be gentle with him, Your Majesty."

With a snap, the playbook was slammed shut.

Mo Lan immediately turned around and fell to the ground, "You should die."

After a long time without saying a word, Mo Lan raised her head cautiously, and saw that Zhi Ming was still lowering his head, his eyes were closed under his eyebrows, unable to see his emotions clearly.

"Your Majesty..." Mo Lan tentatively asked.

Zhi Ming still didn't look up, but his increasingly cold voice echoed in the hall, "It's not what you think."

"..." Mo Lan's eyes widened...

"Master Murong is just the counselor of the widow."

Zhiming is... explaining?

"The widow...will not humiliate him, nor allow others to humiliate him."

Zhi Ming looked up at Mo Lan, and Mo Lan bowed his head immediately, "Yes."

"If there are any more rumors in the palace, they will be killed immediately."

Mo Lan walked out of the study, looked at the blue sky, and took a deep breath.

Zhi Ming took one last look at him...

Mo Lan had never seen that look in his eyes, even though he had been with Zhi Ming since he was a child, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, he knew that Zhi Ming was really angry, but he also knew that Zhi Ming would not blame him , this round was dangerous, but he won the bet, didn't he?

Inside the room, Zhi Ming stared at the direction Mo Lan was leaving for a long time, and the words Master Chen just said echoed in his ears, and he couldn't help muttering, "Obviously we can fight against the widow, but let Xiao Ran take away the army in the city, Ah Li, what are you thinking?" ?”

Xunyoutai.

Mo Lan came in a hurry.

Murong Li asked, "But Your Majesty disagrees?"

Mo Lan shook her head, and suddenly said with a smile, "Your Majesty not only agrees, but also agrees very readily."

Murong Li frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Mo Lan explained everything about the study to Murong Li in detail. Of course, he omitted the part where he "suggested" and angered Zhiming. Things are going so well, but the gentleman doesn't seem happy."

Murongli turned to look at Mo Lan with questioning eyes.

Mo Lan suddenly realized something, nodded, and murmured, "Yes... too smooth..."

"Zhi Ming knows that the only person I can trust in the palace is Lord Hou."

This statement could not be more obvious.

"Then...Since His Majesty knows what you intend to do, what else can Mo Lan do for you?"

Is there anyone else in the world like him who has been exposed before even working as a spy for a day...

"What to do, what to do."

Mo Lan rubbed his lips with his fingers. At this point, he couldn't understand what Murong Li was asking for, "Sir, I'm not afraid that His Majesty will know."

Murong Li said indifferently, "If you know it, you know it, I promised to be his counselor."

Mo Lan was surprised beyond words, just because you are a counselor, with such a relationship, it is hard to understand why you cut your own back, okay?Since ancient times, the most inseparable but also the most fearful thing for kings are counselors and good generals.Advisers can judge the situation in the world, and they can also break the king's heart. Good generals step on the battlefield and step into the king's realm. The builder of the royal tomb knows how to leave a way of escape for himself. Murongli still trusts Zhiming so much today?

Thinking of Zhiming's attitude today... Anyway, His Majesty seems to be worthy of this trust.

It's just that two people like this, how could...

"Sir and Your Majesty, how did you get to where you are today..." Mo Lan tentatively asked. As soon as the boat docked, he knew that Zhongyuan had changed dramatically. He also sent people to inquire carefully all the way back. For the general trend, he has difficulty guessing the details of the reasons. Maybe he can guess, but it is still difficult to understand...

Murong Li poured a cup of tea for Mo Lan, then slowly turned around and handed it to him, "Because there are some things in this world that people can't count."

It's not about whether the calculation is accurate or not, but "one calculation is wrong."

Mo Lan sighed lightly.

Murongli continued, "Master Hou don't need to worry about me, but I'm a burden to Master Hou."

"What's the meaning of this?"

"Your Majesty wants Lord Hou to stay in the imperial capital, and it's not just for me."

Mo Lan's heart was shocked. He knew Zhiming's intentions, but he only realized it after Murongli reminded him at this moment... Recalling the last time Zhiming looked at him in the study, even though he had been with Zhiming since childhood, He had never seen such a look in his eyes before, and Mo Lan suddenly realized that if an eagle hits the sky and a dragon soars into the sky, his majesty no longer needs to fold his wings and dive into the abyss.

"Zhiming...he definitely doesn't want to do that."

Mo Lan chuckled, "Sir, are you afraid that I will blame His Majesty?"

Murong Li shook his head, "I know Lord Hou won't."

Mo Lan nodded and smiled, of course he wouldn't, "I just want to answer sir, I once said that I regard sir as a friend, and His Majesty is the same for me. I regard Your Majesty as both a monarch and a close friend. They will all be loyal to Tianquan and His Majesty!"

Although Murong Li knows Mo Lan's heart, he has never seen him swear so sternly. Murong Li can't help but look at Mo Lan in front of him. If it is said that he seldom admires others, then Mo Lan today is afraid To count as one.

It was night, on the slippery path outside the Xunyou Terrace, a group of people came, surrounded by one person holding an umbrella and holding a palace lantern. The person in the ceremonial car, wearing a majestic black robe, walked in a hurry.

He stopped in front of Xunyou Terrace, the soldiers were about to kneel down and salute, but he raised his hand slightly to stop, then waved away the palace servants holding umbrellas and lamps, and walked up to Xunyou Terrace alone.

Zhi Ming gently pushed the door open and entered the room, only to see A Yu dozing off.

Zhi Ming coughed lightly.

Ayu didn't wake up.

Coughed again.

Ayu still didn't wake up.

Zhi Ming frowned and patted the people who were meeting Duke Zhou. Ah Yu was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly disturbed. He brushed off his hands on his shoulders and muttered in a daze, "Ah Qiong, don't bother me... ..."

Ayu turned her head and jumped up immediately in fright. Suddenly, it was like counting nine cold days, pouring ice water on it, and she woke up completely with a jolt.

Behind him, Zhi Ming was looking down at him with a cold face.

"What about others?"

"He... ah!" Ah Yu immediately realized who he was referring to, and replied, "Master Murong is resting."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Seeing that Zhiming didn't answer, Ayu closed his eyes resignedly, turned his head to look at the brocade couch, the bedding was messed up, but the person disappeared...

A Yu swallowed his saliva, and watched people go to the empty brocade couch, as if he saw the torture bed being tortured by the palace servants.

On the terrace outside the house, the sound of a flute suddenly came. Zhiming followed the sound of the flute and went up to the terrace. From a distance, he saw that man standing tall and tall in the cold and rainy night...

It was also the same many years ago, he was blowing in the waterside pavilion full of loss, he watched him quietly from a distance, and was disturbed by a pool of emotions...

"Suddenly there is the sound of the night flute outside the window, the sound is like a frightening melancholy. Who cares about the melodious charm of Qingyun, and won't let it become an actor's family." Zhi Ming approached behind Murong Li, and covered his brocade fur on him, "Down Rain, why don't you let Ah Yu hold the umbrella."

Murongli put down his flute, didn't look back, just let Zhiming hold him, he shook his head, "I can't sleep, I want to be alone for a while."

"Is there something on your mind?" Zhi Ming still put his head on Murong Li's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Tianshu."

Zhi Ming opened his eyes, let go of his hands and walked aside, "Master Murong must have thought of a good plan."

Murongli said, "Abandon the enfeoffment of the powerful and powerful, and only the Zhen Hanmen will guard it."

Zhiming looked at Murongli expressionlessly, and suddenly laughed after a while, "Don't send officials to guard one city instead of stationing in one place?"

"Yes."

"With the words of the Lord Murong, are you not afraid that I will become the next Meng Zhang?"

Murongli withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look directly at Zhiming, "How could the current His Majesty be the same as Meng Zhang back then?"

The author has something to say:

"Suddenly the night flute sounded outside the window,

The sound is like Xu worrying people.

Who pities Qingyun's tactful meaning,

Don't make it an actor's door. "This poem is an original ink painting (#^.^#)

The meaning of Zhi Mengmeng's reading of this poem is: The widow suddenly heard the sound of the flute in the dark night outside the window, and the sound of the flute whispered, which made people feel sad.Who can understand the meaning of this xiao song, pity the affection of the person who plays the xiao in this melodious and clear rhyme, and prevent the sound of the xiao from becoming a erotic song for the entertainment of the actors.

Zhi Mengmeng said: Ah Li, this king understands your heart~ You are the treasure in my heart~ (I just asked you if you are sweet or not?)