The wicked girl of the farm gate is a group pet

Chapter 689 Extra Story ([-])

Cold comes and summer goes, spring and summer alternate.

The little prince of Yunze Kingdom who ascended to the throne back then, with the support of the loyal Qin family and the right minister, has become a resolute and diligent emperor.

Since ancient times, the court and the harem have been closely related, and the courtiers have been eager to make a move for their emperor.

In the imperial study room, Xiao Guizi piled up the memorials of the draft for the draft and piled them up into a small hill. Emperor Mingyao snorted coldly: "The courtiers are so eager to draft for me, what do Prime Minister Zuo think?"

At the beginning, Shen Yuning, who was admitted to the number one scholar in one fell swoop, and who was full of glory in the capital, had the support of the right minister and the Qin family, and with his hard work and talent, as well as the appreciation of the new emperor, eight years later, he had already climbed to the position of the left minister step by step. .

"Since ancient times, the court and the harem have been closely related. The harem cannot be left without a master for a day. It is time for the emperor to draft."

Shen Yuning said: "Yunze and Shaohao are equal in national power. Since the new emperor Shaohao ascended the throne four years ago, the national power has grown stronger and stronger in just a few years, and has become the biggest threat to our Yunze country. The power condensed suddenly, and the minister thought that through
Although the harem restrains the former court, although it is a bit clumsy, it is still a way. "

"I didn't expect that even Shen Aiqing would agree with the courtier's idea of ​​drafting, and let me win over the courtiers through drafting. Could it be that my left minister is exhausted?"

Emperor Ming Yao looked angry: "All the courtiers here know that Prime Minister Zuo is my right-hand man, and they are all waiting for me to bestow a marriage on behalf of Prime Minister Zuo. I would like to ask, Shen Aiqing, why don't you get married? Is there still something you can't forget?" people?"

Shen Yuning paused for a while: "Your Majesty..."

"Do unto others, do not impose on others!"

Emperor Ming Yao was furious: "A few days ago, I received a letter from Xinghua Village. I heard that Auntie Shen is seriously ill. Shen Aiqing, I allow you to pack your luggage and go back to your hometown to visit relatives."

Emperor Ming Yao waved his hand, and Shen Yuning had no choice but to leave.

When he left the imperial study room, a person appeared behind the screen, it was Ping'er in palace attire.

"Will this trick work? The emperor suddenly sent him back to his hometown to visit his relatives. Will Prime Minister Zuo feel disheartened?"

"In just eight years, he has gained a firm foothold in the court step by step from a poor family, and has become my left minister. There must be something special about him, so don't worry about him."

Emperor Mingyao looked worried: "Back then, I thought that he could always let go of his obsessions and marry a wife and have children in the capital. Now that I have reached the age for drafting, he is still as calm as water."

Ping'er nodded: "Yes, Zuo has a deep affection for my young lady."

"My imperial sister, I don't want him to be like this either."

Emperor Ming Yao sighed: "It's been eight years, it's time for him to let go of his obsession, and it's time for him to know the truth..."

When Shen Yuning heard the news that his mother was seriously ill, he could no longer care about why Emperor Mingyao was furious because of the draft. In the past eight years, he tried not to remember Xinghua Village except for correspondence with Pan Yiming.

Because when I think of Xinghua Village, the shadow of Zhong Lingyuxiu will flash in front of my eyes, and I will blame myself for not protecting her.

I didn't go back to my hometown to visit my relatives for eight years. When I heard that my mother was seriously ill, I traveled all the way to Yulong County. When the boat arrived at Mingzhu Lake, all kinds of scenes from eight years ago played back before my eyes.

In early spring, there are clouds and mist shrouded in the Pearl Lake, and the boats pass through the lake in the mist, as if in a fairyland.

His personal servant exclaimed: "My lord's hometown is so beautiful!"

"It's beautiful!"

Shen Yuning, dressed in commoner clothes, looked at the vast Pearl Lake: "People are also beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)