Chapter 264 The Conference is Coming

Gongqing and Wen Suili are now extremely obedient to Junlin. If she wants to go east, there is absolutely no concept of "west" in their minds. She wants to pick the stars and the moon, and they will do so even if they have to climb up ladders one by one.

But no one said a word.

From the number of times Emperor Jing went in and out of the Buddhist temple, it can be seen that even a non-Buddhist is praying to the Buddha. Who would be afraid of saying something wrong and making her feel uncomfortable?

Gong Qing originally wanted to tie the two of them up with the red rope on a whim, just to make Jun Lin happy like coaxing a child, but she took it seriously.

She was incredibly stubborn. Except for solving necessary physiological problems, the rope was almost never untied. Even at night, she would bring the officials to bed with her. The large dragon bed was separated by a quilt. She really wanted to prevent the officials from leaving her even a step away.

The red rope is about three feet long, and it really ties the three-foot-tall life together tightly.

Gong Qing lay flat on the bed, his hand tied with a red rope resting on his heart. Listening to the other person's light and long breathing, he suddenly recalled his life.

Recalling the first encounter with Guigu, he was always at odds with his strong-willed junior brother, who grew up from a spoiled kid whose sword hands would be swollen to the Emperor Jing who protected the entire country.

Her body was so slender and frail, but now she was able to carry burdens that even he could not.

Gongqing is not an emotional person, but his experiences in recent days have made him lose his mind and he wishes he could be tied by this red rope for the rest of his life.

Found it.

His sighs in the dark night were mixed with too many complex emotions that were difficult to express in words.

The other half of him, the half that made him willing to drop everything and rush forward without looking back, was found.

The night is long and unbearable.

In the dark night, Wen Suili knocked on Yian's door.

There was only one candle flickering in the room. When Wen Suili came in, he saw Yian reading Buddhist scriptures.

His eyes softened, he opened his shirt and sat down on the futon: "Brother."

Yian looked up at him, his red agate eyes looked even deeper in the dim candlelight.

The boy had a calm expression, which gave off a soothing sense of peace: "What's the matter?"

Wen Suili sat upright, his silver hair hanging down in front of him. He lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a flat voice: "I'm afraid."

Under Yi An's tolerant and forgiving gaze, he continued, "I'm afraid of death."

This was the first time Wen Suili said this, and it was also the first time that Yi An, as his brother, heard it. However, he was not surprised. Rather, he said it was within his expectations.

Yi An opened his lips and said, "Are you afraid of death, or are you afraid that Emperor Jing's hopes of reciting scriptures and worshipping Buddha will be dashed?"

Wen Suili's teeth were clenched tightly together and his hands on his knees suddenly clenched into fists.

Yian smiled and pushed the Buddhist scripture in his hand to Wen Suili to see. The handwriting on it could be described as flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. It was so wild and unrestrained that it was too iconic. Wen Suili could tell at a glance that it was Jun Lin's handwriting.

"Emperor Jing has a kind heart. I am grateful to you for this."

Yi An smiled softly: "Don't say you are afraid, now I am afraid too. If there is another chance, I would like to play with these people again."

They laugh and play all the time every day, but when something happens, they become as united as if they were twisted into a rope.

There is a sense of home around Emperor Jing. She tacitly allows them to transcend the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects and find the most comfortable life in a place where they can be unrestrained. She also gives you the opportunity to realize your ambitions. If you have the ability, she will generously pave the way for you. Therefore, everyone around her is very happy, so happy that they don't want to leave.

Yi An joked: "This place is very suitable for retirement."

He looked at the longevity lock around Wen Suili's neck, and the young man said carefully, "Ali, don't let me down. Live well."

Even if it's only for two or three years, we must live well and live up to others' kindness.

It’s just that I have to leave you behind and go ahead.

I'm sorry.

Wen Suili lowered his head and said nothing. Even though he tried his best to suppress his shoulders, they were still shaking slightly. Yi An sighed, raised his hand and gently patted his back.

…

At dawn, the minister was kicked awake by Jun Lin while sleeping soundly.

She kicked his calf and pushed him off the bed: "Hurry up and wash up, you have to attend the meeting today. If you can't win, I will hold you accountable."

Gong Qing rubbed his calf with a hiss, then looked up to meet her ferocious face.

Duke: “…”

Well, I was so moved last night that I looked like a fool.

The King of Yue was kicked off the bed by Emperor Jing without any dignity. The red thread suddenly straightened with a "clang" sound, and both men's wrists were painful.

What can I say about Jun Lin? Although she is sad, she is also very career-oriented. She is not depressed and listless, and she is determined to win the championship of the conference as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She wants all the schools of thought to make way for Jing State.

The minister felt angry and amused. He stood up calmly and acted with dignity, saying, "Okay, okay, I will go and win the first prize for Your Majesty."

The palace maid who came in to help with washing bowed her head and silently gave her Majesty a thumbs up in her heart.

As expected of His Majesty Emperor Jing! He took the King of Yue to bed without any hesitation!

Lin Junhuai and the others left very early. By the time Junlin and Gongqing finished their meal, the palace was already empty. The two of them got in a carriage and rushed to the conference venue after another noisy ride.

The venue was in Jing Country, and the first to arrive were the Confucian contingent. Old Manchuan had been in poor health recently and had been staying at home. This time, he staggered towards the Confucian seat with a cane.

"Master, Master, please slow down!"

The handsome Confucian disciple hurried to help him.

Man Lao tapped his cane and said, "Why are you so slow? Hurry up and win the crown for Her Majesty. Her Majesty has been unhappy lately, and I have to make her happy."

Confucian disciple: "..."

Wow, Master, are you mistaken? You won the crown for Confucianism, what does it have to do with Emperor Jing?