From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 669 Leaving the Capital
Xuanzheng Hall

In the majestic and luxurious Xuanzheng Hall, the daily routine morning court was going on. The courtiers lined up left and right as before. Civil servants and military generals stood on each side. There were no princes except King Wu who stayed in the capital. Wang Xibin stood at the After the first-class prince died, his expression was calm, and his handsome face was a little more courteous.

On the high platform, Feng Junran was sitting on the Nine Dragon Seat. The beads hanging from the crown were shaking gently, covering most of his face. Beside the emperor, the empress in phoenix robe was also sitting upright, with an indifferent face. This scene has been screened every day since the emperor regained his memory, and the courtiers are used to it, and the empress basically does not speak in the Xuanzheng Palace, and the lack of obsession and indifference to power shown makes these courtiers They are slightly relieved.

But today's emperor seems to have something to say.

All the courtiers looked at me and I looked at you, quietly waiting for the words of the superior.

Sure enough, after the ministers had finished reporting, Feng Junran said indifferently: "Prince Pingyang made a memorial, and Xu Guoku donated money. I am really worried about the situation of the sixth child, and I plan to visit Youzhou to find out."

There was an uproar in the hall.

go out again?
Courtiers, you look at me, I look at you, although it is not the imperial conquest or something, but...

Everyone carefully looked at the red figure on the high position, and thought, is this the rhythm of letting the empress take charge of government affairs again?

As if he had seen through the minds of the courtiers, Feng Junran said again: "This time the queen will accompany me, the prince will be in charge of the court affairs for the time being, and the three ministers, together with King Wu, will assist in the administration."

The prince is in charge?

This time the courtiers didn't discuss anything, the crown prince is the future emperor, even if it is a new emperor, the new emperor will always bring new hope to people.

So all the courtiers did not speak, but each had their own thoughts.

Now the crown prince is only eight years old, such a young age is just the right time to handle it.

The courtiers thought of this side, but didn't think of the other side. Only Su Ziyu frowned, always feeling in his heart that Feng Junran took Xiaoxiao to leave the capital, probably not for the simple matter of King Pingyang!
"During the time I was away, the first-class prince stayed in the palace to protect the crown prince, Zhu Chengyou."

"Yes!"

Among the generals, a young man stepped forward and bowed in salute.

You will appoint a thousand elite soldiers to go with me.

Zhu Chengyou nodded in response, without a single question.

Feng Junran looked around and saw that everyone had no objection, so he announced his retirement.

After the two left, the rest of the courtiers began to discuss with each other.

"The emperor is going out again? Will this bring the empress?"

"The prince is eight years old, can he handle state affairs by himself?"

"I think King Pingyang is going to be unlucky. If he is so poor, he can offer two beauties from the Raksha Kingdom, so he must not be too poor."

When everyone was discussing, Wang Xibin said hello and left sideways, as if he didn't care about these gossips at all. Behind everyone, Su Ziyu stood next to the first-class prince, but his eyes were looking at the scenery outside the Xuanzheng Hall , Midsummer is the most splendid and noisy season of the year.

"My lord, what do you think?"

Ye Cheng pinched his gray beard and smiled, and said: "I don't need to look, I just need to follow the footsteps of the emperor."

After finishing speaking, the person cupped his hands and left, leaving Su Ziyu alone, frowning uncontrollably.

He still felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, because the person who did it was Feng Junran. How could such a shrewd and ruthless man explain everything so clearly?
On the way to Xinuange, Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the man's dignified profile, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you really going to the Northeast?"

Feng Junran smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

The little girl only found out later that she had been in a coma for a day and a night. What she saw when she got up that evening was not the lazy Feng Junran, but the Feng Junran who had been with her all day and night!
The little man subconsciously reached out and clenched the man's right hand holding the sword. His slender fingers stroked the hard calluses there. Soft as a spring day.

Northeast... Where is going to the Northeast?It's just a slap in the face!

On that day, Anru and Yun Qi were busy packing things for the young lady, and Wei Youting was also busy packing the emperor's luggage. Feng Junran called the three children over and told them one by one, especially the two princes.

Although Feng Yuyan is only eight years old, Feng Junran has always focused on training him. Xiaodong went to the court with his mother when he was five years old. Since then, he has been listening intermittently. A little more expectation.

As for Feng Yuxi, the father didn't explain too much, he just told him to take good care of Yuxie.

Both Baozi nodded one after another, which made Feng Junran very satisfied.

In the middle of the night, the bald Buddha was called, and the two talked alone for a long time in the Xinuang Pavilion.

In the early morning of the second day, when the sun had not yet risen, the surroundings were surrounded by chaos. Feng Junran pulled the little girl out of the quilt and groomed her personally. At this time, Ye Xiaoxiao was still blindfolded. Unopened, still in a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the people were cleaned up that Feng Junran picked up the little girl and walked out of Weiyang Palace.

At this time, the harem was extremely quiet, the cleaning palace servants hadn't gotten up yet, and Wei Youting had already cleared away the idlers along the way, Feng Junran used the cloak to pass the little girl so that no one could look at her Who is the person wrapped up here.

However, the man who usually wears a golden dragon robe is now only wearing a cotton gown worn by ordinary people. At first glance, he is just an ordinary passerby.

Eunuch Wei sent people all the way to the back gate of the palace. The black horse-drawn carriage must have parked there quietly. Abbot Fayuan took off his cassock, put on a wig, and disguised himself as a coachman. Jun Ran.

"Amitabha..." The bald-headed Buddha's expression froze, seeing the pair of slender muskets coldly glanced over, the Buddha could only smile awkwardly, and said, "Master, it's time to set off."

Feng Junran snorted coldly, carried the sleeping little girl into the carriage, and at the corner of the alley, Su Ziyu frowned and walked out slowly.

"Your Majesty, what's going on here?"

Feng Junran raised his eyelids, his expression was still calm and indifferent. Su Ziyu is indeed not an outsider now.

"Jin Zhuni is not dead yet."

The man just dropped a word, and ordered the Buddha to set off. Fa Yuan smiled at Su Ziyu, stretched out his hand and swung the horsewhip, thinking that he lived as a monk for most of his life, and finally came to experience many things he had never done before. After reading it again, it turns out that the Emperor is the Emperor, tsk tsk!
The bald Buddha sighed in his heart, and touched the wig on the top of his head to make sure that it was not crooked or there was something wrong, so he kept yelling like a coachman: "Drive!"

Eunuch Wei, who was escorting him off, couldn't bear to look straight at him, thinking that the abbot of the Ci'en Temple of the Western Jin Dynasty is actually driving the emperor's car...

Gee...

Eunuch Wei shook his head, watched the carriage leave, and hurried back to Weiyang Palace.

But Su Ziyu looked at the carriage gradually going away with a solemn expression.

Jin Zhuni is not dead yet?Wasn't that bitch already thrown into the depths of the sea of ​​fire by the emperor?Even if he doesn't die, at least he doesn't have the ability to come out and harm others...

For some reason, a huge shadow gradually emerged in Su Ziyu's heart. This shadow overwhelmingly overwhelmed him, making him feel extremely depressed. He always felt that when the two people who had gone before came back, there might be one less...

(End of this chapter)