Eastern Palace.

The prince leaned over and drew drawing on paper. He seemed to be focused, but in fact most of his attention was on his sister lying beside the table.

Princess Chaoyang was so excited that she saw the obscure words about government affairs written on the eldest brother’s paper, and kept holding back her words.

Her obvious pause caused the prince's attention and she couldn't help but ask her with a smile.

"What's wrong? Don't you continue talking?"

"Brother, will I affect your government affairs here?"

Looking at the sister's careful expression, the prince felt ache.

His sister should have been the most noble and unparalleled princess, but because her mother died early, she became introverted and timid. The lingering depressedness between her eyebrows made him worried.

He was born as the chief of the emperor, and naturally he was in charge of the Eastern Palace. He worked diligently since the beginning of the guise and studied hard all the time, for fear that he would fall into the name of the prince.

But she accidentally ignored how her young and thin sister could survive in this harem surrounded by tigers and wolves. She now has such a temperament, which is not as arrogant and bright as the princesses produced by the imperial concubine, and it is mostly his fault.

If his mother was still there, if he had learned the truth early, if His Majesty had some pity for his legitimate daughter...

If these many things come true, my sister shouldn't develop the same temperament today no matter what.

She should be the brightest jewel in Chang'an, the carefree legitimate princess, and the arrogant and unrestrained little lady.

The prince calmed down, threw away the brush, stretched out his palm and patted Ye Yu's head on the head.

"It doesn't affect you. My brother is so powerful. He can use it with all his heart and listen to you while handling things. Look, my brother still remembers where you just said that the goddess of Beishan went to Laoliu Village to calm the chaos and gave the people in the village a way out?"

Ye Yu's eyes were shiny, and he even pointed his head vigorously.

In fact, the prince really listened to his sister's words, and not only was he listening to the story, but he was thinking about the affairs of Laoliu Village. Why did his dignified prince not know about this before?

If it weren't for the story of the goddess of the North Mountain that spread throughout the corner of Chang'an City like a wind blowing the grassland, he would probably not have known that in a village outside Chang'an, there were people who forced nowhere to survive.

However, the things behind him were something he needed to consider. Now the prince wants to care about his sister more, so he temporarily put these things on the side.

Ye Yu continued to tell the story of the Goddess of Beishan in a delicate voice, and said that the Goddess of Beishan now lives on the northern mountain outside the originally deserted city. Because of her arrival, the entire Beishan Mountain birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and the flowers are invincible. It is a fairyland on earth. I don’t know how many people want to visit.

"Then do you want to go too?"

The prince did guess well, and Ye Yu nodded carefully to agree.

"Yeah, I want to go."

"Okay, then brother will send someone to see the goddess on the northern mountain?"

Ye Yu immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes, like a kitten.

The prince also felt better, and he asked Ye Yu:

"If it is about the gods, the national teacher is still his Majesty's personal title, why are you very resistant to him?"

The prince still remembers that at a palace banquet, he took Ye Yu to the banquet. He met the national master on the way. He was originally greeting him seriously. He also wanted to greet him as the prince. He also wanted to greet the national master whom his father valued, but found that his sister hid behind him like a small animal.

Her movements were very subtle, but the prince noticed it, so he took it over two or three sentences, said goodbye to the national master, and then went to ask her sister what happened. The sister shook her head and said it was a little cold. He believed it, so he just asked the maid to add a cloak to her.

Thinking about it now, Ye Yu was quite disliked by the national teacher at that time, which surprised the prince.

When asked this time, Ye Yu did not hide it for no reason, but said with a lip:

"I don't like that person."

“Why?”

"It looks weird, but when you smile, it makes people feel cold."

Ye Yu was not prepared for his brother and almost said what he thought.

The prince thought for a while before he smiled and vaguely revealed it, and he did not mention the matter of the national teacher again since then.

Ye Yu remembered that when he came back from Xingqing Palace and passed by the palace gate, he saw the national master and his second brother, King Qi Ye Ou, standing together and talking. Both of them had an inexplicable cold and bloody smell. Ye Yu was displeased and bypassed from afar, and the other party did not notice her.

Thinking about it now, those two people are just so disgusting.

Ye Yu shook his head and remembered the goddess of Beishan again. He couldn't help but yearn for her, and couldn't wait to see her.

When Ye Yu was thinking a lot, the prince was also thinking about the goddess of Beishan and the national teacher.

He thought about whether His Majesty has attached too much importance to the national teacher recently.

Your Majesty is not a person who can trust people, and is considered a special person to the national teacher.

If this continues, it is not a good thing for the national teacher to cover the sky with one hand...

After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision.

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The harem is no more informed than the court or even outside the palace.

When someone wants to block the news and prevent Emperor Jing Yuan from knowing it, he can always do it if he has some effort.

No one mentioned a word in front of Emperor Jingyuan, so Emperor Jingyuan naturally didn't know what the goddess of the North Mountain.

Until the prince mentioned it in front of Emperor Jingyuan, the reason used was natural, saying that he wanted to reward the goddess of Beishan who saved a village and demonstrated His Majesty's virtue.

Listening to his words and words, they were very consistent with the impression that the prince gave, and they also made some people who heard him look unwilling, and they tried to interrupt several times.

After hearing this, Emperor Jingyuan was in high spirits.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the prince finished speaking, someone stood up and said:

"Your Majesty, you must not blindly believe these people in the mountains and wilderness! The matter in Laoliu Village is not yet finalized, and what happened that day was just word of mouth. No one can provide evidence. The villagers found that the fruit forest could also be explained by coincidence. It is simply nonsense to insist on the goddess Lao Shizi! Please think twice!"

Emperor Jingyuan was never a person who could listen to advice. The more his ministers opposed it, the more he wanted to understand it.

Before he could speak, the prince, who was the first to bring up the matter, stood up and said:

"Why would you like to ask the national master how it is. I heard that the national master had visited the goddess of Beishan. If he was a cheater, he would probably not be given so much attention from the national master."

Now it is in the court. Although the national teacher was personally granted by the imperial edict, his duties were limited and he could not interfere in the affairs of the court. Naturally, there was no place in the golden palace.

Emperor Jingyuan's eyes flashed when he heard the prince's words. As expected, he remembered something as he followed the words. He waved his hand to interrupt the minister who was trying to dissuade him and said that he turned to ask the national magistrate, and he had just given up.

Ning Yuanchong, the leader of the civil servant team, suddenly opened his eyes.

He has always been like a clay sculpture, and no matter the court is quarrel, he is silently out of the matter.
Chapter completed!