Chapter 25 The Tyrant is Unhappy

In the dim morning light, the lotus leaves in the pond were still rolling with dewdrops, and the crisp bird calls awakened the entire sleeping palace.

Jun Lin stood up, rubbed his aching head and breathed softly.

Yes, she is the kind of person who loses interest when she drinks.

Now I have no recollection of being drunk yesterday evening.

The maids came in and tremblingly helped her to dress and wash. Just overnight, the bad news came that the tyrant was not dead, and he imprisoned the new emperor and took back the position of the master of Jingguo.

The people outside were cursing, and all the scholars were ready to make a move. Many of them were ready to eliminate violence and protect the good, and come to assassinate this innocence tyrant.

Jun Lin: “…”

So annoying.

I'm so annoyed when I wake up in the morning.

Destroy the world.

She was filled with anger, which made her face cold and her eyes icy. The frightened maids trembled and fell to their knees.

Jun Lin: “…”

day.

Even more angry.

Make you kneel?

She didn't say a word until she finished washing, but the low pressure pushed all the maids and eunuchs who were walking on thin ice into the abyss. They shed tears and blinked with their watery rabbit eyes.

Emperor Jing glanced at them indifferently and said in a grim tone: "You guys like to cry a lot?"

I didn't do anything and I'm crying?

The slaves shook their heads as fast as they had ever done in their lives.

"Did I do something wrong to make you sad?"

Everyone cried even harder, shaking their heads and slapping their hands.

The majestic Emperor Jing sneered without changing his mood, and then started to eat.

A bowl of vegetable soup and a steamed bun.

She ate slowly with her lips open, making it feel like she was eating a fine dining meal.

No one knew whether this erratic tyrant would be angry about such a poor meal. Those in power could easily take their lives with just a few words.

The palace maid and the little eunuch, who was almost shaking like a sieve, had already written a suicide note to her family in her heart.

Mom and Dad, if there is a next life...

Please don’t send me to the palace again!!!

How horrible!!!

After the meal was over and everyone had left, Manhuang came in with a heavy sword on his back: "Lord, they have left."

Wangchuan Pavilion was empty, and Shen Sinian also disappeared.

Everything was just as she expected.

Jun Lin sat upright, his hands on his thighs, and smiled, "I know Bingwen. He is not as soft as he looks. He is actually very stubborn. The more you provoke him, the more he wants to prove it to you."

She lifted up her right sleeve with her left hand and poured a cup of tea for Manhuang. Her movements were graceful and smooth: "Take a sip."

Manhuang put his hand to his lips and drank it, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Originally he didn't plan to leave last night, but I went to put some eye drops on him. Since Xiao can't do it anymore, then Xiao should do his best."

She also sipped tea all day, and decades of time flashed through her mind.

His tone was vague: "He understands that this is a competition between countries. A person who truly understands justice will not abandon his country for the sake of his own children."

Bingwen likes Junlin, but he knows clearly that this man will annex his country. In order to protect southern Xinjiang, he must put aside his personal feelings.

In front of Junlin he is a childhood friend, but in front of Emperor Jing he is the sharp blade of southern Xinjiang, they are enemies.

If Bingwen really put aside his dignity for Chi Kuang just because he loved her, revealed all the secrets of Southern Xinjiang, and allowed Dajing's cavalry to trample his country, then this person is not Bingwen.

What's more, Southern Xinjiang is also extremely ambitious.

Jun Lin sighed: "The pace of great unification is unstoppable. If we want to truly reduce war and chaos, deepen economic and cultural development and progress of the times, unification is a necessary step."

Her ambition is real, and she is also concerned about the long-term future of the people of the world. It is precisely because she is a modern person that she understands the importance and far-reaching impact of unification.

Manhuang knew that she had many concerns and had a long-term vision, but it still felt too heavy.

Everything rests on the thin shoulders of this young emperor.

He whispered, "Lord, you just need to take a bold step forward."

You don't need to worry about the noise and misunderstandings behind you, because I will use my body to block all the arrows from your sight.

"I want to see the world with you."

Look at the day of unification, the people's joyful smiles will come to an end after a long period of fighting among the various kingdoms.

He doesn't talk much, but his words always touch Jun Lin's heart.

Jun Lin was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter at the seriousness and solemnity in his tone.

"Maybe I was blessed in my previous life, and I just encountered a famine in this life."

She clinked glasses with him and drank the tea in one gulp. Then she stood up, patted his shoulder trustfully, and said cheerfully, "I'm going to go to Minghe to take a look. You go back and make preparations. Later, we'll go incognito and visit the people to cure the root cause of Jingguo's current illness."

When he heard that his master was going to take him with him, the big wooden man instantly turned into a big dog. The mountain-like man nodded heavily: "Yes!"

…

Water flows under the exquisitely patterned arch bridge, and the honey-colored sunlight falls on the sparkling river surface, among which the pink and white lotus flowers stretch their waists and bloom brilliantly.

The hem of the robe, with a dark red border and a black background, embroidered with auspicious cloud and dragon patterns in gold thread, swayed slightly with the owner's leisurely steps.

Here stands the Wenyuan Pavilion, the largest library in the imperial palace and also Emperor Jingdi’s private library.

Although there are countless books, only a few people can enjoy them.

Except for those who are appreciated by Emperor Jing, only those who can read here for several days.

Of course, the Left and Right Prime Ministers still enjoy the unique privilege of being able to come and go freely and stay wherever they want.

Pushing open the heavy door with a sense of history, the towering bookshelves and neatly arranged books give people an overwhelming sense of shock.

There are ladders next to the bookshelves in rows and columns, allowing people to easily access books on the upper floors. There are also spiral wooden stairs with beautiful carvings leading to the second-floor attic.

The bright sunlight shining into Wenyuan Pavilion could not reduce the heavy sense of history brought by the floors filled with ancient books.

In the silent space, there was the sound of pages turning slightly. That person stood in front of the bookshelf, his figure was as tall and strong as a pine tree.

He holds a book in his left hand, with the fingertips of his right hand resting on the book. His long, slender and soft eyelashes slightly cover the book, and his delicate and smooth profile lines outline his handsome features.

Even in the huge attic, the room was filled with books but still could not conceal his elegance and grace.

A warm light quietly emanates from the dark heaviness.

It's as if his presence can create a bright future.

With just one glance, Jun Lin saw him.

An existence that cannot be ignored at all.

That is a virtuous person from the Legalist school.

He is Dajing's left prime minister.

It’s Minghe.