Ming Xiluo rushed up with a depressed aura, and instantly smashed the water cup in his hand with a bang!

Chang'an immediately knelt on the ground.

All the people who served in the imperial study were kneeling on the ground without understanding: What's going on?

Mingxiluo felt even more uncomfortable. The breath he exhaled could burn him to death. Why is Lin Wujing?

The needles fell in the imperial study room, and everyone was trembling. This was the first time that the emperor had become so angry since he entered the imperial study room, but he was so unpredictable and had no beginning. What happened? Everyone looked at the father-in-law Chang'an for help.

Chang'an was even more afraid. He knew why the emperor got angry, but that was the first queen and he was not allowed to do anything.

At least at this time, if he dares to move his mind during this period, before the emperor can stabilize his position, Mrs. Zhongguo can kill him.

The Queen is not able to threaten, nor is she timid and afraid of things, nor does she care about her reputation and can’t do anything ugly and evil. At this time, she rushed out and set up a line, so he would never be able to relieve the emperor’s worries in the future.

Mingxiluo breathed a sigh of relief. After a long time of calm, his mood barely recovered as usual, but he felt more and more uncomfortable. Since he was not feeling well, don't feel well.

Mingxiluo raised his head and looked at it as if he was safe: "Mrs. Zhongguo's matters have been arranged."

Everyone took a breath and someone immediately cleaned up the wreckage on the ground.

Chang'an stepped forward diligently and said, "It's the emperor, and everything has been arranged according to the process."

That's good. Since that's the case, what else does Zhongguo Mansion do with male relatives? Is it that keeps the romance and beauty: "Call the Minister of Personnel here."

"yes."

...

"I remember that Commander Lin has made contributions to suppressing bandits over the years, so why didn't he be promoted or transferred?"

Mu Ji knew when he heard this that Lin Wujing, as the commander of the Imperial Guard, had been in charge of the burial of the late emperor in the past few days. He also heard about it. The future was bright, but he did not report his duties after returning to Liangdu City. The late emperor had not arranged government affairs for him, so he had been on his original position. It was a pity. After all, he was a terrifying figure among the bandits: "When the late emperor was in power, the late emperor might have considered it." For example, guarding the Zhongguo Mansion was actually useless, but who dared to mention it back then?

After this incident, many people asked Commander Lin and were very sad. The Lin family finally made a real-life child but was not lucky. Besides, the youngest son of the Lin family was also quite famous in Liangdu City back then: "Your Majesty, do you want to re-activate Commander Lin?"

Ming Xiluo seemed to be quite proud of his talent, and felt a little regretful: "He is a capable person."

"The Emperor's Holy Spirit."

"You look at his promotion and as for the commander of the Imperial Guard, Shen De will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one

"yes."

...

"There is a time to go, good things, haha."

"No, this is a great thing. Master Lin may be happy when he knows it. We old guys can't be polite. We must beat him up."

"How can one meal be done, two meals."

“It makes sense, it makes sense.”

Mu Ji was also happy for the family of Lin Ge Lao. Although Lin Ge Lao was not his mentor at the beginning, he also helped him more. Now it is his turn to take care of him, so he will naturally take care of him.

But he did not expect that the news was sent to the Zhong Prince's Mansion. Lin Wujing actually sent someone to reject his arrangement, saying that the late emperor was kind to him, and that he would lead the 5,000 troops of the imperial guards to guard the Zhong Guo Mansion.

Mu Ji frowned and was making trouble! Where is this? It is Liangdu City! Daliang Capital! There are 400,000 troops outside and 50,000 imperial guards inside. He can use him to protect a Zhongguo Mansion, and add to his own efforts. He has nothing to do: "Let him come here and come here in person!"

“…”

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you hurry up and call someone!"

"Sir... Commander Lin also said... The Chief Executive of Zhongguo Mansion just went after the predecessor and could not free up his manpower, so he would not come."

Mu Ji instantly turned his head to look at the person who was talking. What did he say? He didn't know what he asked him to do! This is related to his future! He went out to suppress bandits for many years, and he was born and died, and when he came back, he was just a guard for the gate.

Mu Ji's face turned cold. He had heard that the youngest son of the Lin family was naughty, but he didn't expect that he would dare to be so casual in major futures. He deserved the Lin family's expectations for him: "I'll go to the Lin family. If there is an emergency official letter, I will hand it over to the Left Minister for handling."

"yes."

...

The moonlight was covered with a layer of mist, and the damp and cold wind blew in from the gaps in all directions of the pavilion.

Aunt Qin ordered people to replace the three-sided veil with thick felt, and the candles were bright.

Xiang Xinci sat on the chair, staring at the dark lake in a daze.

Lin Wujing looked at the people in the pavilion, took the thin blanket on his arms in his hands, walked over, squatted at the lady's feet, and covered her.

Xiang Xinci didn't move, and still looked at the dark lake. He was not sad. He was leaving and took off for two months before leaving. He made all of them mentally prepared. She... just missed him a little.

Lin Wujing did not get up, stretched out his hand, held the wife's hand through the blanket, and looked at the dark water with her. The emperor was not a good emperor, but he also arranged for his future considerations.

Xiang Xinci moved his somewhat stiff body and looked at him.

Lin Wujing turned his head immediately.

"Shangshu Mu sent someone to pass on the message today, why didn't he go?" Her voice rang out in the cold night, with the cold fragrance and tenderness of frost, snow, and snow.

Lin Wujing held the wife's legs and relieved the empress's stiffness. He then kneaded her: "It's not important. I won't move my current position, and it's okay if I go there, let alone our Zhongguo Mansion and the outside world have nothing to say."

Xiang Xinci looked at him and suddenly made a move, landing on his head.

Lin Wujing turned his head slightly: "Madam, I haven't washed it for two days, you are proud."

Xiang Xinci's face froze for a moment and she was about to hit him.

Lin Wujing took the opportunity to carry the person into his arms and protected him in his heart: "It's cold."

Xiang Xinci leaned into his arms and absorbed the heat from his body, which really warmed a lot: "The moon is very blurry today."

"The frost is coming soon, there will be wind tomorrow."

Aunt Qin looked at the two quiet people in the pavilion and walked over: "Madam, Prince Mo sent someone to send a basket of crabs here."

"Just a basket of crabs."

Aunt Qin raised her eyelids and then drooped: "Yes, madam."

Xiang Xinci played with Lin Wujing's fingers: "Did you explain whether Xiluo did it on purpose? Xu Xu said that he didn't need to be filial, but he extended it to half a year?"

Lin Wujing slid his finger slightly, and it was not his turn to reply to this question: "..."

"He just holds up his nerves. I tell you, he is a dull and boring person, doesn't like singing, dancing, music, can't stand other people's orchestras, and can't tolerate others' happiness. Now he has been in a ban for half a year, which is in line with his wishes."

“…”

Xiang Xinci lowered his head, and his voice became gentle again: "Use some force on the index finger. I held too many pens two days ago, and it hurts a little."

"Here?" Lin Wujing waited for the thin cocoon to press his thumb on her slender finger bones.

"Um."
Chapter completed!