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Jing Rong's words made Ji Yunshu's nose sore.

Such a man deserves her to entrust her life and death.

can--

She said, "What if..." The words stopped.

Jing Rong took her hand and looked down at it, wiped away the tears around the corner of his eyes, and said seriously, "Actually, Mo Ruo is right, he wants to gamble, I also want to gamble, but I want to see, Does Jing Xian choose to be a Ming Jun or a faint jun?"

"What do you mean?"

"If he diligently advances after entering the dynasty, he can put the people first and his subjects first. What's the point of having the big throne let him sit? But if he is cruel and private, and framed Zhongliang, then I will clean up the portal."

Clean up the portal!

These four words are like countless arrows.

The implication is that if Jingxian is a Mingjun, he will stay, if he is a faint monarch, he will be removed.

It seems that Jing Rong is not unsuspecting.

Ji Yunshu was also a little relieved.

Nod.

But there was something unclear in my heart, and I asked, "I don't quite understand something."

"What's the matter?"

"For all these years, although the emperor kept the king in the palace to recuperate, he could recuperate and recuperate. Why didn't he let him out of the palace?"

Jing Rong's expression was solemn and said, "Actually, I don't know very well. I only knew that Jing Xian's mother-in-law died after he died. Even if the father and emperor made a decree, he stayed in the palace to recuperate. "

"Sick?" doubted.

"The specifics are not very clear. The doctor at the time said so. Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Just curious."

Oh!

Jing Rong: "Okay, please hurry up, don't worry about other things."

She nodded and left.

Behind, Jing Rong again grabbed a bait from the bamboo tube and continued to feed the fish slowly. For a time, many of the koi fish scattered before came to flock.

Fight for food!

The next day, Jingxian got the order, and after finishing his things, he finally left the palace.

He doesn't have many things, so there are only a few sets of clothes. The most brought is his beloved books, filled with a big box.

Of course, there are three other pigeons that he loves, kept in a cage and carried in his hand.

The moment he stepped out of the palace, his mood was mixed.

Joy, shock, doubt, anxiety...

All kinds!

There was a carriage outside the palace gate, standing in front was Shen Changqin, the courtier of the court.

He had a dark-colored robe with a high bun and was very gentle and close.

It was just that there was a touch of sadness in those eyes.

When he came out, Shen Changqin stepped forward to salute, "See the wise king, the emperor has an order, let the lower official take the lord to the lord's palace."

Emperor Qi Zhen was an activist. When he promised to let Jingxian enter the dynasty, he ordered the court to build a house for him.

He politely said: "Thank you this lord."

this?

Indeed, he has lived in the deep palace for a long time, where can he meet this person!

Shen Changqin introduced himself, "Shen Guanqin, the servant of the Xiaguan Nai Li Department."

"Oh, it turned out to be Shen Shilang. I have been in the deep palace since I was a kid. I don't know all of you, but please bear with me."

"Xiaguan isn't afraid, it's not too early, and invites the prince to get on the carriage." After that, Shen Changqin took the cage with the pigeons in his hand. "Just give it to Xiaguan."

He was ordered to move into the car.

He smiled modestly, turned his head and glanced at the record of sending himself out of the palace.

Over the years, thanks to Fulu's care, it has made him neither hot in summer nor cold in winter. This time, he can't take him away from the palace, which is inevitable.

He and Fulu said, "I have greeted the tribute room. When I leave, they will respond to me and will give you a good place. You don't need to worry."

"Thank you, Lord." Fu Lu bowed, tears in his eyes, "Your Lord, there will be no slaves next to you. You have to take care of yourself. Your body is not good, and the weather is getting colder. You must remember to add more clothes. ."

"I know, well, don't give it away, go in."

"Let the minions give away the prince." Very stubborn.

Jingxian's eyes were moist and nodded.

Fulu helped him into the carriage, watched and left all the way, secretly wiping tears.

It wasn't until the carriage disappeared into his sight that he collapsed into the palace.

The carriage was not in a hurry.

The road is flat and not bumpy.

In the carriage, Shen Changqin looked at the pigeons and asked curiously, "Why did the prince bring a few pigeons out of the palace?"

He waved: "I was in the palace all the year round. Fortunately, with these few pigeons as companions, I was also able to relieve the boredom. I really did not want to leave them in the palace."

"So it turns out."

Shen Changqin feels that this prince is in his personality!

The car was quiet again.

I don't know how long after that, the hand inside Jingxian's shirt clenched a bit, and it seemed a little nervous.

Shen Changqin noticed and asked, "What happened to the prince?"

He shook his head, "It's okay, just a long time... It hasn't come out, and I don't know what it looks like now?"

There was a longing in his tone.

Shen Changqin, "The lord is now recovering from a serious illness. The emperor's grace allows you to leave the palace to build the palace. Later, the prosperity in the capital will be everywhere."

"Yeah yeah!"

He smiled slowly in the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the carriage passed through a bustling street, and loud noises came from bursts.

"Selling sugar gourd..."

"Freshly baked meat buns..."

"Look, look, fine agate jade..."

...

Along with the car curtain, the facial scent also fluttered in.

Haunting the tip of the nose.

Jing Yi felt a little nervous, held his breath, stretched out the car curtain, and saw the bustling streets of Beijing.

On the road, all kinds of people dressed or prosperous, or simple, shuttled on the street, hawker merchants fell on both sides, all kinds of dazzling objects came into view,

In Jing Xian's view, he recognized some things, but not some things.

I feel very fresh.

This is the long-awaited outside palace.

Every time, he could only raise his head and look at the sky outside through the high wall in front of him.

Now I'm on the scene, the joy on my face is hard to hide!

Shen Changqin looked at him carefully, and he felt distressed.

Soon, the carriage reached the palace of the wise king.

It's very close to Rongwang's Mansion, but it turns only two streets. If you walk past it, it will be about two pillars of time.

The two got off the carriage.

Shen Changqin, "Senior King, this will be your mansion in the future. It was only yesterday that our courtesy department began to purchase. Some things are not complete, so it is more rudimentary, but Xiaguan will order people to set it up quickly."

He bent over and thanked, "Master Lao Shen."

"Xiaguan should do."

He took a few breaths of fresh air, stopped at the door, and looked up at the golden plaque on the door.

The plaque is printed with the three characters "Xianwang Mansion" made with bronzing techniques.

House of the King!