After being reborn, being alone as a queen

"Ah ah ah! Mr. Yue, what's your name? I'm scared to death!" Xie Jin also called out, accidentally knocking over the rice bowl in his hand.

Zhao Chengde's eyeballs almost fell off, and he was jumping like a dog with a breakfast.

Yue Shang was stunned by the face of his villain who complained first, looked at Xie Jin in disbelief, and said, "Young Master! Why did you suddenly bump into my minister?"

Xie Jin pretended to react: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yue, did I bump into you just now? I was a bit involved in eating, and I accidentally bumped into you. I'm really sorry!"

Yue Shang gritted his teeth: "You..."

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, who can tell clearly, but the force definitely doesn't look like a coincidence.

"enough."

Mu Xiu's face sank

Yue Shang's face turned pale, and he quickly knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, calm down! I'm clumsy, I deserve death!"

Mu Xiu lowered his eyes to look at him, and said for a while, "I'm not angry, you can go back."

Yue Shang hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment, finally kowtowed and said: "Yes, then I will go back to Yong'an Palace first, Your Majesty, pay attention to the dragon's body."

Zhao Chengde sent the moon to the gate of the hall

Seeing Mu Xiu's expression, Xie Jin felt a chill down his spine.

"Kneel down," he said

Xie Jin's lips moved, but he knelt down without saying anything.

Mu Xiu looked at him coldly: "Xie Jin, what exactly do you want to do?"

Xie Jin was silent for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by that?"

The corners of Mu Xiu's lips became more and more tense, and his eyes were full of anger, and he said, "I like the food Song Liyuan likes to eat, and I like to wear the colors Song Liyuan likes. Is there such a coincidence in the world? Could it be that you did it on purpose? Do you really think I'm a fool?"

Xie Jin felt a pain in his heart, unable to argue, pursed his lips: "The Prime Minister is the person admired by the grass people and the elder brother. Naturally, what he likes is also the grass people's favorite. Your Majesty said that it is fine for the minister to imitate me, whatever! As for the Zong Zhengdian, it is just a Coincidence, I hope His Majesty will find out! Just now...Caomin was just worried that there was something weird about the pastry."

Mu Xiu had a cold look in his eyes, and sneered, "Yue Shang is my favorite boy, doesn't the young master know?"

Xie Jin felt a tightness in his chest, and said, "I know."

"Then don't you do anything unnecessary? Or...are you worried about me?" Mu Xiu said

"Your Majesty's lesson is that the minister didn't think carefully."

Mu Xiu frowned, and looked at him for a long while, but in the end he didn't punish him, he just asked: "Is it ready to eat? If it's finished, I'll send someone to leave."

Xie Jin stood up and said, "I'm full, thank you Your Majesty for your hospitality."

Mu Xiu got up and brushed the pastry crumbs off his clothes, frowning tightly: "Get out, clean up this place, and kneel down, I'm tired."

"Whoo."

Zhao Chengde knew his temper well, so he didn't say much

"The grassroots leave." Xie Jin bowed his head and exited the hall together with Zhao Chengde.

Standing outside, Zhao Chengde said: "Have you been scolded? It's not that the old slave said, you are too courageous, young master."

Xie Jin still had the image of Mu Xiu saying the last sentence repeatedly in his mind, the exhaustion that couldn't be concealed on that handsome face, His Highness was really tired, not an excuse.

He suddenly asked: "Eunuch Zhao, Your Majesty seems very tired."

Zhao Chengde sighed and said, "Your Majesty is getting worse and worse."

Xie Jin was worried: "Your Majesty is in his prime, why is his health getting worse? Is there something wrong?"

Zhao Chengde glanced at him and said meaningfully: "Heart disease."

Xie Jin looked blank: "Heart disease? How can it be cured?"

Zhao Chengde shook his head: "Healthy medicine is needed for a heart disease, and the person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell. Young Lord, you can't save His Majesty."

"Then who can save His Majesty?"

Zhao Chengde looks at the sky and sighs

"Who can save His Majesty? That person is no longer in this world. Apart from him, anyone else is in vain...Young Lord, this old slave will step down first."

Xie Jin stared blankly at Zhao Chengde's hunched back

The first time he saw this white-faced little father-in-law was when he was ten years old. The time was too fast, and so many years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Then Your Highness, he...

Will you really leave yourself?

Zhao Xiaogui saw that he was in a daze for a long time, and said: "Young Lord, should you go back to the side hall to rest now or walk around? Don't misunderstand, because His Majesty will review the memorial later, so the servant can find you."

Xie Jin thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't sleep well, so he waved his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, I'm going to walk around here and there."

Zhao Xiaogui bowed respectfully and said: "The flowers in the imperial garden are blooming very well these days. If you like it, you can go there for a while."

"Then His Majesty will trouble Eunuch Zhao to take care of it."

"It's natural, this is the duty of a slave, young master, go slowly."

Xie Jin walked out of Chaoyang Palace alone, wandering along the palace road towards the Imperial Garden

The white thick flowers arranged in the palace have been put away, and the palace people have also changed into the original colorful palace clothes. Walking on the palace road is like a landscape.

Cross a stone arch bridge and step into a long pebble path leading directly to the Imperial Garden

The garden is quiet and serene, with the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds.

The geographical area of ​​the Imperial Garden is very large, even if many people enjoy the flowers in the Imperial Garden at the same time, as long as they do not take the same route, they will not bump into each other.

Suddenly seeing a figure approaching quickly in front of him, Xie Jin took a closer look, it was a young boy with a flustered expression, walking in a hurry.

Seeing that the waiter should be too hospitalized, he didn't even notice the person leaning against the gazebo.

Xie Jin suddenly called out, called him to stop, and said, "Stop."

The little drug boy stopped and turned around, his face was like a frightened little rabbit, his eyes were about to turn red.

He looked at the person leaning on the side of the pavilion, he looked good, and the palace's clothing system was clearly regulated, and he looked like a nobleman with all his attire.

So he bowed obediently: "The slave has seen the young master."

Xie Jin stood up straight: "I see you look so flustered, what happened in front?"

"It's... my son!" The little Yaotong hesitated to speak, his face was flushed red, and he couldn't finish the sentence.

Xie Jin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where is it? Take me there."

The little Yaotong was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it would be too late to go back to the Imperial Hospital now, let alone go to the Chaoyang Hall to ask the emperor for instructions.

If the son is humiliated, he will die

I don't care about anything, no matter who it is, it's good to delay for a while!

"Young master, please come with the servant."

The little drug boy led him through the imperial garden and turned into a dense peach forest, and the vigilance he had cultivated in his previous life was immediately raised.

In such a remote place, did something really happen or did someone lure him here on purpose?

However, a second generation ancestor like Yuanshen who only knows how to play and flirt with love will not mess with someone who wants his life, right?

When he was thinking, he had already gone deep into the peach forest, and the little drug boy who was walking in front of him didn't notice his sudden guard

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