The domestic guard is a little sweet

The imperial decree of the ancient emperor could not be discounted at all. Since it was said to leave immediately, then when Zhao Jin received the decree, he had to pack up and go to Donglin immediately.

This time, going to Dongling is different from going out on errands in the past, but going to the fiefdom. The emperor actually said that he would be there for a while, and the emperor said that he would be there for a while. First, Director Liu sent his personal guards and Xiao Si to go first, and hurried to the east. In the other courtyard, tidy up the house and tidy it up.

In the palace here, except for a few servants left to look after the house, most of them were taken to Donglin by Zhao Jin.

The mighty horse-drawn carriage team, accompanied by a thousand elites appointed by the emperor, left the capital, causing many people to wait and see.

Zhao Jin sat on a tall horse, with a face like a crown of jade, a slender figure, and an awe-inspiring aura, all the maids and ladies who were watching looked sideways.

Many women in the boudoir would also secretly regret that they did not know that Prince Rui's appearance was so outstanding, and missed a marriage for nothing.

After leaving the capital, Zhao Jin sat back in the carriage again, with An Twelve attendants beside him.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable. After Zhao Jin returned to Beijing, he made some small changes, and the shock absorption effect was much better than before.

An Twelve took out a fruit plate and green tea from the food box prepared in advance.

"Master hasn't smiled all day, but going to the palace this morning is not going well?"

Zhao Jin picked up a red fruit, leaned softly on An Shier's body and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I went to pay my respects to my mother this morning, but I didn't see anyone. I just kowtowed outside the Palace of Compassion and Peace, and my mother only sent someone to deliver a letter."

As he spoke, Zhao Jin took out a letter from his wide sleeve.

An Twelve glanced at the vermilion seal on the envelope, frowning slightly: "Seal it with wax paint, maybe the Empress Dowager has something important, master should take a look."

The seal of the letter was quite solemn, but waiting at the gate of the Palace of Compassion and Peace, the Queen Mother delivered the letter so cautiously, which made Zhao Jin a little uneasy.

Zhao Jin nodded, carefully opened the envelope, and took out a roll of yellow cloth and two pieces of letter paper from inside.

Zhao Jin's eyes widened in surprise. You must know that even if this bright yellow cloth is in the palace, only the emperor and the queen mother can use it. It can be seen that this roll of bright yellow cloth is extraordinary.

He opened the letter again and read it carefully, just after reading the beginning, his complexion changed slightly, and he sat up and looked down.

"My son Zhao Jin, the Ai family had many children in this life, but only you and the emperor were left behind. The emperor was brought up by the late emperor to the noble concubine. At that time, the Ai family was an ordinary nobleman. My own son. Your elder brother was sent back to my palace when he was ten years old. There is quite a gap between them. When you were born, your body produced heat and you got it. The first emperor enzoomed you to be raised on your knees. There are 5 fingers, and they are of different lengths. It was neglected by the Ai family. After so many years, the emperor’s heart There is a estrangement, and I have suspicions about you. The poison on my son is really the helpless method of the empress. Now that the Ai family is old, I can only ask you to go far away to guard the spirits of the ancestors and keep them safe. This decree is a decree requested by the Ai family before the death of the late emperor. As long as my son is not rebellious or heinous, I can use this decree to protect your life. Unless it is absolutely necessary, do not take it out and remember it! Remember it!"

Zhao Jin read Fang Chang's letter in shock, and then unrolled the bright yellow cloth again. It was astonishingly the contents of the handwritten scroll on the imperial decree, which was exactly the same as in the letter.

"If Zhao Jin, the ninth son of the emperor, has not plotted rebellion and committed a heinous crime that is unforgivable and unforgivable after a hundred years, he cannot be punished or imprisoned."

Zhao Jin looked at the imperial decree, his hands trembling uncontrollably, it was no different from the iron scroll of Danshu.

He really didn't expect that after the news, he would be willing to give such a thing to him.

Now that I think about it, the strange love poison is the secret medicine in the palace, and the Empress Dowager Dong has been in the palace all her life, and it is the easiest thing to get.

Although the original owner was poisoned, there was no harm to his body, but he had no heirs in the future.

Thinking about it, Empress Dowager Dong made the decision after several considerations, she just wanted to make her youngest son safe and sound.

For some reason, Zhao Jin re-read every word and every sentence in the letter, and suddenly his eyes were slightly sore, and he tried his best to widen his eyes, not wanting to let the tears fall down.

"Hey, what about the twelfth, is there no way for the future master to return to the capital, and he will never see his mother again?"

An Twelve carefully took the bright yellow silk and letter paper from Zhao Jin's hand, put them on the table, and gently hugged him in his arms, with a gentle but firm voice.

"No, no, no matter where I go, I will accompany Master."

Zhao Jin clasped fingers with the male, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. It was because of missing him, and at the same time paying homage to him. He knew that since the moment he stepped out of the capital, his world had opened a new chapter.

And the old man who had been imprisoned by the vermilion palace wall all his life still had mixed feelings every time he thought of Zhao Jin.

An Shier hugged Zhao Jin's palm, and wiped the tears on his face with a silk handkerchief.

"Master, if you miss the Empress Dowager, write a letter to the Empress Dowager when Le Dongling settles down. You know how to draw, and you can also draw local anecdotes and send them to Beijing together."

In An Twelve's comforting voices, Zhao Jin finished venting his emotions, his whole body was a little tired, and he fell asleep in An Twelve's arms after a while.

The carriage headed towards the north slowly. Although it was said that it was the leader's order this time, he was not in a hurry. He stopped and stopped along the way for a month before arriving at the other courtyard of Donglin City.

It is called Bieyuan, but Biegong is more appropriate. This is the palace where the first emperor lived during the Northern War, and was given to Zhao Jin as his residence by the emperor.

On the first day Zhao Jin came to the other courtyard, officials of all sizes in Donglin City came to visit him one after another.

Zhao Jin knew that Donglin City was the foundation of everything for him. He established local officials, and he would be the biggest master in Donglin City in the future.

Donglin City is located in the north, with simple folk customs and four distinct seasons.

At this moment in September, the leaves had already withered and turned yellow, and the weather was slightly cool. Zhao Jin sat in his courtyard, looking at the mountains and forests with fallen leaves in the distance.

"Master, you have already made a cup of tea, carefully catch cold."

Dark Twelve came from behind, holding a gray fur cloak and putting it on Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin gathered the big cloak on his body, leaned on An Shier, pointed at the flock of birds flying past in the sky and said with a smile: "Look at the geese flying south in flocks, it can be seen that it is really winter. The products on the mountain are abundant right now, shall we go hunting?"

An Shihan smiled and looked up at the wild geese in the distance.

"Of course it's good. Those boys in the mansion can only practice in the other garden all day long, and they are almost suffocated. At this moment, they just take their bow horses to go hunting in the mountains, and they can also give the master extra meals when they come back at night. "