Mu Chen took out a box from his sleeve and handed it over: "This is a silk book from Qin Tian Jian. Although your Majesty no longer needs it, your Majesty should accept it for the future."
Qin Ziyue looked at the box with ancient patterns painted on it, and naturally knew what it was.
He still reached out and took it: "Thank you so much, Imperial Master."
Mu Chen looked at ease: "In that case, I'll leave first."
Qin Ziyue looked at him with a faint expression and a smile flashed in his eyes: "I wonder what the Imperial Master has planned next?"
Generally speaking, as an emperor and a court official, the position of a state advisor is quite special, as long as he does not contaminate the court.
An An safely hosted some sacrificial activities for the royal family and used his prestige to stabilize people's hearts.
As for what he said was so mysterious, whether he believed it or not, he only believed that it all depended on human effort.
Imperial Preceptor, this position can last until death. Qin Ziyue couldn't see through the person in front of him and always felt that he was covered with a layer of fog. For him, no matter who he was, he was a dangerous existence.
Mu Chen seemed to have thought of nothing, and had an all-encompassing mind. He shook his head gently: "I am old. When Your Majesty feels that the world is peaceful, I will retire to the mountains and forests."
These words had profound meaning. Qin Ziyue understood the meaning of these words, but he didn't say anything. The so-called words to persuade him to stay: "Does the Imperial Master feel that the current people in the Northern Kingdom are not enough to live and work in peace and contentment?"
The two of them seemed to be exchanging blows, pressing each other step by step, but Mu Chen did not accept the move: "Everything is up to your Majesty."
"Your Majesty." At this moment, Rong Wei came over.
Mu Chen glanced at him: "Your Majesty, you should deal with the government affairs first. I believe that your Majesty will be a wise king."
Looking at Mu Chen's back, Qin Ziyue's eyes were heavy, he withdrew his gaze, shook his sleeves, snorted coldly, and walked into the imperial study.
On the other hand, Rongwei glanced at the direction where Mu Chen disappeared with deep meaning: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this Mu Chen?"
Qin Ziyue didn't take it to heart. He looked at the letter that was handed over, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes: "He can do something, don't worry about it, just find someone to keep an eye on it."
Rongwei didn't quite agree with Qin Ziyue's words. The more he looked at people who were not threatening, the more likely problems would arise in the end, but obviously now was not the time to talk about this.
Once people sit in the highest position, they will become suspicious, and Rongwei knows this very well.
Therefore, he was more cautious than before, fearing that he might accidentally say something more and arouse this person's suspicion.
"What happened to the people who were sent out?" Those who followed him out are all dead, even though the reasons were valid.
But after all, Qin Ziyue lived in the shadow of Qin Yichuan when he was a child, and he felt uneasy about this person.
"The letter came back saying that they had been found in a town."
"The sooner the better, I don't want to drag this matter out, I only see corpses." The words with murderous intent came out of Qin Ziyue's mouth coldly.
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"Old man, how are you? Do you really want to slap him to death?" Qin Shuai jumped out of nowhere.
He looked at Mechen with a playful tone and a desperate tone.
"Go away." Obviously, this voice was filled with anger.
Qin Shuai is used to it, and he doesn't take it seriously: "I've come to see you personally, so there must be something big going on."