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Long Xiaonan seemed to be careless, and seemed to be asking, but there was a deterrence between the lines, and the two military ministers at the bottom did not dare to raise their beaks, and responded in unison: "The emperor is wise!"

Seeing Mu Zhenguo lowered his head and remained silent, Long Xiaonan's eyes flashed displeasure, but his tone was surprisingly clear and gentle: "Do you have doubts about Mu Aiqing?"

Mu Zhenguo hurriedly cupped his hands, hesitantly said: "Old minister... no doubt about it."

Long Xiaonan nodded happily: "I heard that after the last battle, Mu Aiqing was the champion of the three armies, and his brave demeanor caused a heated discussion in Beining. If you leave it to Mu Aiqing to discuss this matter, it will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

"Your Majesty, old minister..." Mu Zhenguo's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he planned to say something.

Long Xiaonan interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Okay, this matter is decided here, there is no need to talk about it, and I am tired, so let's all step down."

The two military ministers retreated and left one after another, while Mu Zhenguo stood there hesitantly, his face full of vicissitudes was full of sadness.

The imperial study returned to silence for a while, Long Xiaonan, who was rubbing his brows, seemed to realize that Mu Zhenguo hadn't left yet, he glanced out of the corner of his eye: "Mu Aiqing, is there anything else to do?"

Mu Zhenguo knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists respectfully, and said: "Thanks to the emperor's kindness, but the old minister is only a warrior, with a clumsy tongue, it is really difficult to take on this important task. If the emperor lets the old minister go out to fight the enemy, the old minister should devote himself to death and have nothing to do." Complaints, but this exchange of envoys is really... I implore the emperor to choose someone else, and besides, the veteran came here today, and I also want to implore the emperor to allow the old minister to return to his hometown."

Originally, Long Xiaonan's golden words were not to be questioned, but Mu Zhenguo's blatant refusal, and his desire to be unofficial, was obviously offending Long Yan, and a serving eunuch at the side couldn't help but secretly sweat for this General Mu .

However, Long Xiaonan seemed to be moved by Mu Zhenguo's request. His attitude not only lacked the slightest imperial prestige, but he was also kind-hearted: "What Aiqing said is very true. I didn't think carefully. You have retired for many years. Back then In the face of a national crisis, it is not easy to return to the court immediately to ask for orders to lead troops and fight on the battlefield. Now that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, I really don't want you to be an envoy..."

At this point, Long Xiaonan waved his hands with some regret: "It's okay, I allow you to resign and go home, but you just said that you should choose someone else... I don't know if there is a suitable candidate for Aiqing?"

Mu Zhenguo was just about to breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but when he heard Long Xiaonan's rhetorical question behind him, he suddenly fell into embarrassment again.

What the emperor just said about the ownership of peace seems to be flawless on the surface, but once it is implemented, it will change its taste, and there will be many people who want to criticize it. If it is serious, Jia Luo may turn his back on Bei Ning and repay his revenge. reputation, so this matter is not a matter of selection, but simply not the right time to implement it.

But in the end, the person sitting on the seat is the king of a country. Even if Mu Zhenguo has objections in his heart, he doesn't want to speak out at this juncture and cause troubles. What's more, since Long Xiaonan succeeded to the throne, he has always been benevolent and righteous to the world. Convincing people with virtue, from the government to the public, down to the common people, they all call him a new generation of benevolent and righteous king, so Mu Zhenguo has no reason to say anything.

Just when Mu Zhenguo didn't know how to answer, Long Xiaonan's leisurely voice sounded in his ears again: "What do Aiqing think about praying for the king? Although he doesn't care about the government, his status in the court is obvious to all the ministers. He is also my imperial brother, and I have to give him three points of courtesy, if he is allowed to go to Beining, it will be a matter of course, what does Ai Qing think?"

Mu Zhenguo's expression was slightly shaken, and he hurriedly replied: "The old minister has lived in seclusion in the mountains and fields for many years, and has never cared about world affairs. To King Qi... I really dare not speak nonsense."

Hearing this, Long Xiaonan smiled gracefully: "Okay, get up, I have made my own decision on this matter, so I won't embarrass you, but at the moment, there is really something I must do for you."

Mu Zhenguo bowed and said: "It's only natural for a subject to serve the king, please speak, Your Majesty."

Long Xiaonan turned his gaze to the pearl night light by the table, as if he saw something through the bright night pearl, and after a while he said quietly: "Princess Qi saved my life twice a few years ago, and I have never had a chance to take care of myself." Thank her, if Ai Qing goes back this time, if she wants to see her, she must thank her on my behalf, and if there is a chance, I hope to thank her face to face."

At first, Long Xiaonan thought Long Xiaonan would ask about the important mission, but he didn’t expect that it was just to thank Mu Ziling for saving him twice. Mu Zhenguo was a little puzzled in his heart. Healing the emperor is a daughter's blessing..."

Mu Zhenguo didn't finish his polite words, Long Xiaonan turned his eyes to look at him, his tone was still elegant, but seemed to have a bit of majesty: "This time it's just a verbal conveyance, Aiqing won't say goodbye to me again Bar?"

Mu Zhenguo was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he quickly responded: "I don't dare, it's just that the little girl has been away from home for a long time, and I'm afraid I don't know when I'll see her, and I'll bring the emperor's words with me."

"It doesn't matter, as long as Ai Qing has the heart, then you can step back." Long Xiaonan replied quietly, then waved his hand to signal him to step down.

Mu Zhenguo left the imperial study room, took a deep look at the two closed doors behind him with a somewhat puzzled expression, and finally shook his head helplessly and left.

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The side hall of the Buddhist hall.

Quiet, as quiet as a needle can be heard.

The Supreme Emperor, Long Wenyin, was sitting on a grand teacher's chair, looking at Long Xiaoyu, who was also sitting not far away, from time to time.

The two of them had been sitting quietly like this for an unknown amount of time, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing that the son in front of him didn't even have a basic greeting from the moment he came in, Long Wenyin was already heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, but the tone of his mouth was a bit thought-provoking: "Are you here today to see me?"

"No." Long Xiaoyu was straightforward.

Long Wenyin's face suddenly sank again, he patted the chair, and shouted to the outside of the hall: "Feng Cen, I'm tired, help me to rest... I'm abdicating now and not taking power, but it's nothing If people say they can see each other, let him go."

Eunuch Feng, who was waiting outside the hall, heard the sound and sighed in his heart, not daring to delay, he was about to trot into the hall immediately.

But when Eunuch Feng was about to step on the threshold, suddenly a gust of wind rushed towards him.

Only a "bang" was heard, and the gate of the palace was closed. Poor Eunuch Feng was not only locked out of the door, but also unexpectedly fell down.

"You—" Long Wenyin was about to scold him angrily, but the moment he looked at Long Xiaoyu, his whole body shook violently, followed by his pupils dilated infinitely.

In his infinitely dilated pupils, a wooden hairpin was clearly reflected.

This wooden hairpin was not unique, and even the workmanship was a bit rough, with several edges and corners not smoothed. Logically speaking, such a small piece of waste wood could not have caught the eyes of the Supreme Emperor, who had always been pampered.

However, at this time, the pampered Supreme Emperor was staring at this invisible wooden hairpin, unable to move his eyes away no matter what.

He stood up almost subconsciously.

I don't know if it was because of too much mood swings or other reasons, Long Wenyin got up together, and before he moved his feet, he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyu frowned slightly, and in the next second, he was in front of Long Wenyin, holding him firmly.

Long Wenyin didn't let Long Xiaoyu sit down with his support, instead he grabbed the wooden hairpin from Long Xiaoyu's hand agitatedly and eagerly, his eyes were fixed on it, and he murmured: "She... ...she's alive...she's alive..."

Long Wenyin didn't know how many times he repeated this before he seemed to think of something, and looked at Long Xiaoyu suddenly, with a questioning and affirmative tone: "She is still alive, Jin'er is still alive, your mother and concubine are still alive... …right?!"

Long Xiaoyu's indifferent expression didn't change at all, and he didn't answer aloud, he just glanced at the chair indifferently, motioning him to sit down before talking.

How could Long Wenyin sit still: "Quickly tell me, she—"

"Okay, okay, I'll sit, I'll sit..." Seeing Long Xiaoyu's awe-inspiring attitude, Long Wenyin not only didn't get angry, but unexpectedly sat down softly: "Tell me, is she still alive?"

Before Long Xiaoyu could make a sound, he looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand as if blaming himself, and then said to himself: "I am ashamed of you mother and son. I am dissatisfied with this matter, and now I don't expect anything extravagantly, as long as you tell me if she is still alive, I... I will be satisfied, really..."

Before Long Wenyin finished speaking, another thing appeared in his eyes full of self-pity and self-pity. To be precise, it was a painting.

In the painting, there is an extremely beautiful and beautiful woman standing in a sea of ​​purple jacaranda flowers.

It is obviously a static picture, but it seems that the existence of the woman has brought the whole painting to life. The skirt is flying, floating like a fairy, especially her pair of smart eyes, which seem to be able to wash away the lead in the world, so beautiful. People can't move their eyes.

If Long Wenyin was excited and shocked when he saw the wooden hairpin, but at this moment, when he saw the beautiful woman in the painting, his expression was nothing but shock.

Seeing that Long Wenyin, who was still murmuring a second ago, became dumb this second, Long Xiaoyu's thin lips curled slightly, but his tone of voice was calm and indifferent: "It seems You recognize the woman in this painting."

Hearing the sound, Long Wenyin almost pulled his eyes away from the painting immediately: "I don't know."

Long Xiaoyu laughed, this time for real: "How come you don't know her? She is the wife that Ming Mei married three years ago, your daughter-in-law..."

"What?!" Hearing this, Long Wenyin almost jumped up from the chair again, but he couldn't move even half a point when Long Xiaoyu pressed his shoulders.

"She...she...you said she is the daughter of Mu Zhenguo? Mu Ziling?" Long Wenyin shifted his gaze to the woman in the painting again, and looked at it carefully, with a trembling voice mixed with some certainty. : "No...impossible, I have met Mu Ziling a few times. Although that child is cute and cute, she doesn't look like this..."