A few days later, several people returned to Beijing.
Before leaving, Yang Shu looked at Zong Rui, who was all dressed up, and was shocked: "What are you doing?"
Zong Rui chuckled: "Escort His Highness back to the capital!"
Yang Shu was confused and looked at Zong Xu.
Zong Xu said: "I went to a secret route earlier. Your Majesty has an order to ask this boy to take you back to the capital when you come back."
Yang Shu didn't figure it out, so he lowered his voice and asked him: "What does this mean?"
"It just means two things." Zong Xu said, "One, I don't trust you, and the other, I don't trust me."
Yang Shu realized: "Oh..."
I didn't trust him, so I asked Zong Rui to escort him. I didn't trust Zong Xu, so I wanted to ask Zong Rui to stay in the capital.
Anyway, the northwest is currently peaceful and there is no shortage of good generals.
Yang Shu patted Zong Rui on the shoulder: "Okay, go home and work hard to create people, and let the teacher have more grandchildren. But... you have so many wives and concubines, do you have enough energy?"
Zong Rui wanted to hit someone: "Prince, is it appropriate to talk nonsense like this?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. Carrying on the family lineage is a big and serious matter! Teacher, don't you think so?"
After chattering for a while, everyone finally set off on their way.
The road was not easy to walk due to the heavy ice and snow. In addition, since all the things were done, I felt relaxed and walked very slowly.
We set out on the journey in the first month, and it was not until March that we saw the city gate of Yunjing.
During the break, Yang Shu stopped his horse and went to the back to talk to Mingwei on the carriage.
——She had been very sleepy, and when the road became easier to walk, they got a carriage for her to sit in.
Yang Shu threw the reins to the guards and jumped onto the carriage.
"This is the last inn, and the capital is ahead."
"Hmm." Mingwei rubbed his eyes, "It's so fast!"
Yang Shu touched her hair with pity and said, "We will go to the city separately later. You can go directly back to Ji Mansion to avoid more trouble."
Mingwei raised his eyes and became a little more energetic: "What happened?"
Probably because she has been sleeping a lot recently, her thinking is obviously a little sluggish.
Yang Shu said softly: "I left the capital without an order, and I will definitely give an explanation when I come back. That guy is sick and has a weirder temper than before. He might not like me and wants to make trouble. But don't worry, he can at most
Just vent your anger and nothing will happen."
Mingwei said "hmm".
"Seeing that you are so tired, don't bother with it. Go back and have a good rest and take whatever medicine you need. I don't have to worry here. Mr. Fu and Guo Xiang are planning it, and my senior brother is back, so I won't let others take advantage of it.
"
"good."
Yang Shu saw her sleeping face with pink cheeks and her hair in a slightly messy bun. His heart moved and he leaned over to kiss her.
Mingwei has been extraordinarily docile lately, doing whatever he wants, and he gets angry every time he kisses her.
She took the time to say: "Be careful of others seeing you." However, she did not refuse.
Yang Shu loved and hated him at the same time, wanted to leave but was unwilling to leave, so he continued to linger for a while until Duofu's voice came from outside: "Your Highness, someone seems to have come to pick you up!"
Yang Shu stopped reluctantly and whispered: "Go back and wait for me."
"Yes." Mingwei responded softly, and the last sound made him almost not want to leave. He could only kiss her hard again before getting out of the car.
…
Yang Shu returned to the front and saw a group of people rushing over there.
When he arrived in front of him, the man rolled off his saddle and dismounted, almost falling off his butt.
Yang Shu reached out his hand to help him in time and said: "You know that your riding skills are poor, so can you not run so fast? Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you fall on your back in front of so many people, Your Highness, Prince An, will look bad on your face.
Do you want more?"
King An stabilized his figure, held up his hair, smiled at him and said, "My eldest nephew, you are finally back!"
Compared with a year ago, An Wang was slightly thinner, looked listless, and looked like he had been tortured a lot.
Zong Rui and others stepped forward to salute, feeling much relieved.
His Royal Highness Prince An came to pick him up. It seemed that the matter was not serious. He might just give him a scolding and be done with it.
I heard that the Holy Emperor is not in good health right now, and most of the government affairs are handled by the Political Affairs Hall under the guidance of King An. He may not even have the energy to reprimand him, and he can at most ask others to scold him.
Therefore, everyone was very relaxed, chatting and laughing, and followed King An into the city.
"I said Uncle Three Emperors, look at the big dark circles on your face. Did the vixen suck your soul?" Yang Shu teased, "Didn't your princess beat you?"
King An glared at him, and then whispered: "How can I have time? I have to get up before dawn and go back home after dark. Oh my god, I can't even get a chance by listening to a little song. I still need you to come back today so that I can sneak away."
Come out for a while."
Yang Shu patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "I can't help it. Who told you to have so many things on your shoulders? Your Majesty also hopes that your son will succeed."
King An sighed.
Yang Shu lowered his voice and asked: "Hey, it's been so long. When will the Holy One establish the crown prince?"
King An scratched his head: "I don't know, my father didn't tell me."
Yang Shu was surprised. Could it be that the emperor had other ideas? The two at the back were less than ten years old. Who else could he appoint besides establishing King An?
Although King An was lazy in government affairs, he was under the control of several prime ministers and looked decent. He had no reason to be dissatisfied. He was not in good health, so he established a prince to make the court feel at ease!
"It would be troublesome to establish a crown prince." King An said, "When the time comes, we will have to move to the East Palace. I think the current palace is quite good and there is no need."
Yang Shuxiao: "Just for this? You don't have to do anything to move to the East Palace, so why bother? It will be closer to you when you go to govern, and you can sleep a little more in the morning, wouldn't it be better?"
King An thought for a while: "It makes sense!" Then he thought again and said, "That's not right! If we move to the East Palace, it will be inconvenient for me to come out in the future."
Yang Shu disagreed: "Anyway, you don't have time to play, so if it's inconvenient, it's not convenient!"
"How is that the same? Although I don't have time to play now, I still have hope in my heart! It's not the same life whether there is hope or not."
Yang Shu was impressed: "Third uncle has made great progress, what he said makes so much sense!"
King An was very proud and asked him again: "Hey, you said you went to Southern Chu first and then to the northwest. What happened? Have everyone been rescued?"
Yang Shu's face sank and he said, "Ah Wan didn't come back."
"That girl!" Wang An thought about it with pity, "What's going on? Where is she?"
Yang Shu snorted twice: "I will talk to you in detail when I meet the Holy One."
"Okay! I told the princess that I will drink with you tonight! Don't run away later."
"OK!"
The two agreed, and King An led the people to Taiyuan Palace to report the matter.
After a while, Wan Dabao came out and sent a message: "The Holy One has ordered that King Jiang Yan of Yue, if he leaves the capital without an edict and without a superior, he will be thrown into the heavenly prison to await the Holy Judgment!"
King An was dumbfounded and hurriedly grabbed Wan Dabao and asked: "Eunuch Wan, what is going on? What kind of prison will you be sent to?"
Wan Dabao replied: "His Royal Highness, King An, this is a sacred command, and this servant is only responsible for delivering the message." (To be continued)