This shouldn't be the case. Although he didn't know the specific situation in the capital now, on his way back to the capital, he could clearly see that the number of refugees on the road was several times more than when he left the capital. Could it be that these refugees didn't come to the capital?
Although he was confused, it was not appropriate to bring it up in this situation.
After all, the street is not a place for discussion.
Moreover, he was about to return to Beijing, so naturally he had to understand some things privately first.
Although the ministers saw that he frowned slightly, they didn't know what made him unhappy and didn't dare to ask.
A crowd of people surrounded him as he entered the Suzaku Gate. However, Zhao Xin did not follow the established route to the Purple Palace. Instead, he waved to the ministers in front of the Suzaku Gate and said, "My lords, it is getting late today, so we will not discuss this matter. Please withdraw. We will discuss it tomorrow."
Without waiting for anyone to reply, he turned to Ning Zhuo and the others and said, "Mr. Ning, you must all be tired after traveling with me all this way. Go and rest first. I will welcome you all tomorrow."
"Cao Xiong, you are responsible for arranging the daily lives of Mr. Ning, Zhang Qing, and the others. Don't neglect them."
"Yes."
Cao Xiong's mind moved, and he immediately understood, and immediately bowed in response.
Ning Zhuo instinctively felt a sense of panic when he saw that the emperor was so polite to him. However, although the emperor did not explicitly tell him how he wanted to use him along the way, he had given him some hints.
He instantly understood that the emperor was trying to build momentum for him. Although he felt a little uneasy, he had to maintain a reserved appearance. He bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, your words are too kind. I am sorry to hear that."
The rest of the people were stunned.
They were still surprised because Zhao Xin didn't even let them enter the palace gate and drove them away.
Suddenly, they heard Zhao Xin actually solemnly apologize to the old man, whom they had noticed before but did not pay much attention to, and then specifically instructed Cao Xiong to arrange the reception.
He couldn't help but look at Ning Zhuo subconsciously, secretly wondering who this person was that could make the emperor treat him so seriously.
Looking at the old man again, I suddenly felt that he had an extraordinary bearing. Not only did he look like an immortal, but he also had a youthful face despite his white hair.
Moreover, in the face of such courtesy from the emperor, he remained calm and composed, like a great scholar.
Everyone became more and more curious.
I don’t know who this Mr. Ning is.
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