After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 285 Letter from Xirong
In the imperial study room.

Zhou Tingchen's eyes were heavy, and on the table was a letter sent from Xirong a quarter of an hour ago.

Chu Nianshan stood in front of the dragon case, waiting for Zhou Tingchen to speak.

"Xirong specifically said that Princess Jin should go over in person to discuss the Yan millet matter. Chu Aiqing, what do you think?"

Chu Nianshan said: "Now the King of Jin is a sinner for his rebellion, but he is a relative of the emperor after all. Therefore, I suggest that retaining the title of King Jin and being imprisoned in the palace until death is the best option.

In this way, it will be easier for Xirong to explain. As for Princess Jin, she was sent directly out of the palace, and it was announced to the public that Concubine De had died. The emperors around her did not disclose her identity to the public, and the courtiers had nothing to say. "

"I love you." Zhou Tingchen sighed, "You are so considerate."

Don't have any deep meaning in this statement.

Only then did Chu Nianshan realize that he seemed to have answered without thinking.

"It's impossible that Zheng Guanyue doesn't know about Zhou Zijin. This seems to be talking about Princess Jin, but actually she wants me to let Zhou Zijin go."

Chu Nianshan's heart skipped a beat.

"After all, he is the emperor's only younger brother. In this way, he can show the emperor's benevolence to the world."

Zhou Tingchen finally raised his head and looked at Chu Nianshan.

The man in front of him had already met him in the court when the late emperor was still in power. However, at that time, Chu Nianshan was only a fifth-grade official, who was trained and promoted by himself.

The reason for the promotion was simple. Chu Nianshan had no background and never took sides in the court, but he was very capable.

The emperor needs such a person.

If the court is compared to a steelyard, then Chu Nianshan is the fulcrum in the middle.

"I'll do as you say." Zhou Tingchen was silent for a while.

Chu Nianshan added: "In order to cover up others' misunderstandings, the envoy team cannot leave from the palace. We also ask the emperor to give an order to let her out of the palace."

"Prime Minister Lin is done with her, and Prince Jin's palace is not suitable for her either. Where can she go after leaving the palace?"

"I will install a separate courtyard."

"Then I'll leave this matter entirely to Aiqing."

……

One night three days later, Lin Zhiyu got on the carriage leaving the palace.

At the same time, the concubine De in the palace was sent to the west with a glass of poisonous wine and hurriedly buried with a roll of straw mat.

Eunuch Zhang gently knocked on the door of the Imperial Study Room twice: "Your Majesty, we have sent him out safely."

Zhou Tingchen was still sitting on the chair, and the bright yellow imperial edict in front of him was missing a seal symbolizing the emperor's identity.

"Zhang Dequan."

Hearing the emperor calling him, Eunuch Zhang gently opened the study door and walked to him.

The weather in Qin State was erratic. It had just rained, but it was a bit hot at night. The windows were open, and there was an occasional ray of breeze, but it could not relieve Zhou Tingchen's depression.

"You have watched me grow up since you were a child. Tell me, did I do something wrong back then?"

Eunuch Zhang had a stern look on his face, which beginning does this refer to?
"The Emperor is the Son of Heaven, and his decision will naturally benefit the country, the country, and the country."

Eunuch Zhang didn't know how to answer, so he simply gave him a careless look.

Zhou Tingchen sighed leisurely: "As expected, I am still alone."

"Your Majesty, please don't say that. Aren't there still slaves here?"

When Eunuch Zhang came to think of it, he still felt reluctant to let go of Lin Zhiyu.

"It's different, I don't have a home." Zhou Tingchen said.

"The emperor is a wise king who cares about the country. The slave's master once said that where the heart is, there is home. The country belongs to the emperor, and the people are the emperor's subjects. How can they not have a home?"

Eunuch Zhang is a eunuch and Zhou Tingchen's slave since he was a child. He focuses on his master. If the master is unhappy, he, as a slave, naturally has to find ways to comfort him.

Zhou Tingchen's eyes moved when he heard his words.

..."My dear, as the Princess of Jin, Lin Zhiyu is preparing to go to Xirong as an envoy to Xirong on behalf of the State of Qin."

Rong Jia gradually removed the hairpin from Yunyue's head.

Yunyue said: "Then it seems that the emperor's current situation is not too sad."

Rong Jia still had no expression: "Mother, do you want Lin Zhiyu to bring something to the eldest prince?"

Yunyue looked at the clothes on the table, which were men's style.

The weather is getting colder, and I don't know how the emperor is doing there.

People who used to see each other every day, now...

"Forget it." Yunyue said, "I want to give it to him personally the next time we meet."

She handed him the clothes she made with her own hands, and told him with her own words that the princess who knew nothing could now do very well.

If possible, Yunyue would like to act coquettishly with the imperial brother like before.

Where do so many ifs come from?

Yunyue sighed leisurely: "I'm tired."

……

Just before dawn, the carriage stopped in a courtyard.

Lin Zhiyu got off the carriage and saw a lean young man waiting at the door.

"The humble post is named Fifteen. The Lord said, let the humble post wait here for the princess."

Fifteen clasped his fists with both hands.

A soft voice sounded above his head: "Thank you Master Chu for me."

Shi Fifteen was startled. When he raised his eyes again, he saw a bright-looking woman standing in front of him, wearing the most ordinary pink dress. There was also a smaller girl standing next to him.

Lin Zhiyu nodded at him: "This person next to me is my personal maid, Lin Xiaolian."

"Hello, Miss Lin." Shi Shi quickly lowered his head and led them.

Just as Lin Zhiyu was about to step in, he accidentally saw a pile of yellow paper and flowers in a corner outside the door. It looked like they were used for visiting graves.

"This is it?" Lin Zhiyu pointed at the pile of things.

Fifteen looked back with an apologetic look on his face: "Today is my brother's first seven, I will go over to see them later."

"Brother?" Lin Zhiyu thought that when he just introduced himself, the number fifteen seemed to be his code name, "from the family, or from working together?"

"The people who work together, Seventeen and Nineteen, are brothers who have passed away."

Fifteen's eyes were a little red.

"I didn't know when the princess would come, so I waited here early. I was afraid of being late, so I brought my things here with me."

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something again: "If the princess dislikes them, I will remove them right away."

As he said that, he was going to get those things. Lin Zhiyu quickly said: "No need."

"There's nothing to be unlucky about." Lin Zhiyu said, "What are their names?"

"Seventeen and nineteen."

"I asked for the real name."

Fifteen was silent: "I don't know either. We are all children picked up by the Lord. To do our job is to hand over our wealth and life. Everything in the past, including our names, has nothing to do with us."

"How did they die?"

Lin Xiaolian asked curiously.

Fifteen was a little confused. The Lord didn't say whether he should tell the princess about this.

"He was killed by the imperial guard Yan Ruyun during the prison robbery."

A voice came unexpectedly.