RPAGF Chapter 123 After the closure
Chapter 123 After the closure
"Have you considered?"
Zhuge Yanhuai was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and sitting on the dragon throne in the imperial study. He looked at Nangong Jingcheng who was standing proudly beside him. He seemed as far away from him as he had been when he was a child.
Nangong Jingcheng had a cold face and moved his lips slightly: "I've thought it through."
Zhuge Yanhuai was also happy in his heart. After all, with Nangong Jingcheng's intelligence, it was his honor to have him as his right-hand man.
"Okay, I will write the edict today, and announce it to the world in the court tomorrow. You, Nangong Jingcheng, will become the Phoenix King who is second only to the emperor of Ye country and above all others."
Nangong Jingcheng raised his hands and bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Nangong Jingcheng looked ashen. He had been hiding from place to place, carrying with him Murong Beitang's wish to be free. But now, for the fate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had to stay in the harem.
Zhuge Yanhuai seemed to see his concerns, stood up, walked in front of him, and reached out to hold his hand, but Nangong Jingcheng avoided him without leaving a trace.
There is no room for anyone in his heart. There is always only Murong Beitang in his heart.
"you……"
"Your Majesty is busy with official duties, so I won't bother you any further. Goodbye."
Nangong Jingcheng turned around and hurriedly walked out of the imperial study as if he was forcing the plague god to stay.
Becoming the Phoenix Lord of Ye Kingdom was the first step in his plan.
"I was wondering who this is. It turns out to be the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. I heard that you just entered the palace a few days ago. Why are you interested in visiting the Imperial Garden today?"
Nangong Jingcheng didn't want to go back in the first place. The small courtyard felt strange and cold.
They will move to Fengluan Palace tomorrow. Although it is a bigger place, it makes no difference to him.
Nangong Jingcheng was in a bad mood and wanted to take a stroll in the imperial garden, but unfortunately, he met the other two people from the harem.
The person who was speaking was Ju Yunzhang, the son of the Minister of Rites. His family had always been at odds with the Prime Minister's Office, and there was a hint of sourness in his tone.
Nangong Jingcheng glanced at him indifferently, then went to look at the imperial garden, where the chrysanthemums were in full bloom. Autumn is over now, so the chrysanthemums will wither, right?
Ju Yunzhang didn't know why he said those words, but when he looked at Nangong Jingcheng, he felt a little depressed.
Nangong Jingcheng has always been more famous than himself since he was a child, but he just likes a quiet life and doesn't like to quarrel with others.
Ju Yunzhang is a calm and well-behaved person. The only person in the capital whom he dislikes the most is Nangong Jingcheng, who is better than himself in every way. In his mother's eyes, she is always compared with him.
Ju Yunzhang was angry and naturally didn't care about his face when talking to Nangong Jingcheng.
"Brother Yunzhang, why do you have to say so much to him? He is now beside His Majesty, stealing the show, and now he comes to the Imperial Garden, getting in our way."
Yu Mohan has a rather hot temper and no one can persuade him to stop talking when he speaks.
"Mohan, let's go back."
Ju Yunzhang was afraid that if he said too much, he would make more mistakes. They had no choice but to enter the palace, so why make things difficult for each other?
There was some sourness in the first sentence he spoke, and there was a hint of apology in Ju Yunzhang's eyes.
Nangong Jingcheng just lowered his head and silently stroked the chrysanthemum in his hand. People around him looked at him and it seemed that he did not want to compete for favor in the palace.
Ju Yunzhang felt a little discouraged, and he didn't know why.
Yu Mohan had a bad temper, but he also knew that Nangong Jingcheng knew some martial arts. If the two of them started fighting, this scandal would be heard by his mother, who would definitely go to the palace to lecture him.
But the palace was filled with gloom and he had been holding it in for so long. He had no way to vent his anger, and naturally he couldn't go to the emperor to cause trouble.
While Yu Mohan was thinking this, Nangong Jingcheng had already picked a chrysanthemum and was heading towards his palace.
"Are you deaf?"
Nangong Jingcheng paused for a moment, obviously not wanting to pay attention to the person in front of him.
Yu Mohan has a bad temper, which is recognized throughout the capital. The reason why he was sent to the palace is because he is the only son in the Yu family.
Because he has no choice, Yu Mohan is destined to lose his freedom and become a victim of imperial power.
"Mohan, don't bother with him. He doesn't intend to pay attention to us like this."
"I've heard that he was very arrogant before, and today I see that he is indeed so."
Nangong Jingcheng was dubbed a child prodigy since he was young, and the threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion was almost broken when he became an adult at the age of 15. If he had not traveled around the world, there would probably be quite a few people who went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage in recent years.
Nangong Jingcheng's fame spread far and wide, and Ju Yunzhang's limelight was naturally overshadowed. Although he also had a reputation for being eloquent, he was not even a hair's breadth better than Nangong Jingcheng.
"He has the capital to be proud, but we only have a weak mother family."
After hearing this, Yu Mohan's eyes became a little gloomy. If he could choose, he would not want to be born for such rights. It might be better if he could be an ordinary person.
Ju Yunzhang patted Yu Mohan's shoulder, knowing that Yu Mohan was too ambitious and didn't want to be trapped in the small space of the harem, but he was helpless.
We are all pitiful people, so why don’t we comfort each other?
I shouldn't have said that.
Nangong Jingcheng must have known what I meant, so he was unwilling to argue any further.
"Let's go back."
"Ah."