The route along Chang'an Street has been strictly blocked by the military and police, and countless Beijing citizens are looking forward to it by the roadside. Although there have been various legends, anecdotes and even erotic stories about the emperor's adopted son, the prince is still just a legend for these ordinary people. This time, the Northeast incident, a series of explosion news, and overwhelming propaganda, the prince burst out like the rising sun, and was pushed to the forefront. Everything about Zheng Yu is beginning to circulate in this country, especially among all classes in the heart of the empire. A complex trend that is inexplicably surging seemed to have begun to surging under the thin ice in this early spring season.

Zheng Yu felt the enthusiasm and noise outside, and a smile finally hung on the corner of his mouth. He specially rode a convertible. After all, there is no powerful sniper weapon like m82 in this era. If someone could assassinate him under such strict vigilance, then he would die sooner or later even after hiding this time.

Zheng Yu stood up and smiled and waved to the people on both sides of the roadside.

At this time, the speed of the convoy also slowed down, and a commotion suddenly occurred in the crowd. People crowded to see the true face of the prince. The people in the front row held behind them with great force and looked at them intently. They couldn't help but admire the young Yingrui of the prince, and sighed that there were successors in the empire. There were also many complex gazes watching the heroic figure, with hatred, envy, contempt and contempt.

But nothing really happened after all.

The convoy slowly drove into the alert area and approached the heart of the Chinese Empire.

Zheng Yu felt the solemn and solemn atmosphere, and his whole body was as if he was passing through the electric current, and he couldn't help but tremble. He knew that the fateful meeting, the meeting between the real emperor and the pseudo-pinion, the meeting between the Iron Blood Emperor and the bank clerk, and perhaps even the meeting between two generations of time travelers, would soon be staged. And this meeting will naturally have a huge impact on the history of this empire. For him, Zheng Yu, it may be the difference between glory and shame, survival and death.

Zheng Yu looked ahead silently, watching the antique building complex coming to him step by step. He looked up at the sky. Several white clouds were yawning lazily. The morning sun was still sprinkling heat. The north wind blew, rolling up some dust, hitting the branches trembled slightly. The black-clad soldier standing like a statue was watching the movement around him, letting the north wind shave his face, but he still stared at it.

Zheng Yu took a deep breath, his eyes turned around in the "Zhonghua Palace", and glanced at the couplet on the main entrance: "Working hard to govern, the lion roared in the nine states; promoting the clear and turbidity, and the righteousness spreads the spring of the five lakes." His heart moved.

At the gate of the palace, several people were greeted, all in black and gray clothes. The first person had already come up to meet him, grabbed Zheng Yu's hands, and squeezed them hard.

Zheng Yu was surprised and said sincerely: "Secretary Deng, it's a disaster for Xiaoyu. I'm sorry for you to come out to welcome me."

"What is your highness talking about?" Deng Qian smiled gently, and he was also very earnest. "You are working hard for the country and experiencing difficulties and dangers. If you are not busy with affairs, you will not be able to leave Beijing and go north to drive your highness."

Zheng Yu even said that he could not be called.

The so-called secretary is actually the emperor's chief chief of staff. He has always been called the "internal minister" in the empire. Although his rank is not very high, his power can be almost competed with the so-called "external minister", that is, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. For the imperial ministers, the Secretariat is naturally the best way to grasp the preferences and intentions of His Majesty. Therefore, the real power figures in the Secretariat are all cursing and trying hard to win over. But the emperor attaches great importance to this regard. After several cleanings of the Secretariat, the bloody and tears lessons made most people understand the principle that they should not be able to make friends with foreign ministers. This emperor's staff organization, which has a quarrel and supervision color in the Ming Dynasty, gradually became a well-organized permanent empire.

Deng Qian has been the secretary-general for five years. Being able to sit firmly in such a position as Mount Tai and work so well, not only won the trust of the emperor, but also received praise from the outside. This shows how terrifying this person's background is so superb, which also makes Zheng Yu secretly admire him.

"Your Majesty is waiting in Jingxinzhai." Deng Qian said with a gentle voice, "Your Majesty specially ordered you to drink a sip of ginseng tea to refresh your spirits, and then see you quickly."

"No need to drink tea." Zheng Yu smiled, "I am the muscles and bones I have made from the army, and I can endure the offense. Where is the queen of mother? How is her body?"

"There is no problem with the Empress, but she just recovered from illness and was a little weak. The Empress's decree, just go see her after seeing His Majesty."

"That's good." Zheng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, Qiu Haiyang walked up with a box, "This is the old ginseng that I brought to my mother. It weighs a pound and a ounce of one ounce. Make some ginseng tea for my mother to replenish her body."

"One pound, one liang" Deng Qian took a breath of air. The so-called seven liang is ginseng, eight liang is treasure. This pound of ginseng is the overlord of ginseng. Even though Deng Qian is knowledgeable, it is the first time he has seen it. When he looked at Zheng Yu, he looked at him with inquiries.

"Don't worry, this ginseng is from a bright and unpredictable place. It was found from Majiang. The treasury has been paid at the price." Zheng Yu knew that this person was cautious, and his mother had always been careful about it. He quickly explained, "Slice it into tea, keep the mother's drink to take effect, and all diseases will not be affected."

Deng Qian smiled and asked his men to send it to the queen as much as possible.

"Your Highness's filial piety is really admirable." He said with some emotion, "Your Highness has grown into such a heroic young man. I don't know how happy your Majesty and Your Highness are to see you."

"Be a child, you should respect your parents." Zheng Yu smiled slightly, "I haven't seen the secretary for a year, but I have a little more frost on my hair. Although this state affairs are serious, the secretary should also take care of his health. I have good mountain goods here to deliver them to the secretary for the secretary."

Deng Qian smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, you don't know, I am..."

"Good deer antler, tiger whip." Zheng Yu said softly, "You work day and night, and this body is still important. I am worthy of heaven and earth, and your Majesty will tell you."

Deng Qian's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the box handed over by Jiya Sain. Thinking about the shocking King of Ginseng just now, he seemed a little moved. Zheng Yu turned around and said, "Lao Ji, help the Secretary-General deliver it to the office."

Deng Qian nodded helplessly: "Okay, the old guys in the Secretariat are really tired, and more medicinal materials to replenish blood and qi are also caused."

"Your Highness, let's go in." He arranged a subordinate to lead Jiyasaiyin away, bowed, and led Zheng Yu into the inner garden.

Through the forest and passing the pavilion, the group came to a unique brick and stone antique building. Zheng Yu stood solemnly, silent, with emotion in his eyes. Deng Qian walked into the central hall, and after a moment, he came out and whispered: "Your Highness, please come with me."

Two expressionless guards came over, patted Zheng Yu, nodded, Deng Qian smiled apologetically, and Zheng Yu signaled that it was okay, and followed Deng Qian into Jingxinzhai where the emperor worked.

Turning around and going upstairs, the thick rosewood door of the emperor's office appeared in front of Zheng Yu. Deng Qian knocked on the door lightly, and a majestic and calm voice came from the door: "Come in."

The door was slowly pulled open inside, Zheng Yu took a deep breath, smiled at Deng Qian who was standing next to the door, and walked in. An expressionless servant closed the door and stood leaning against the door. Zheng Yu's eyes fell directly behind the desk and landed on the figure.

The snow-white silver hair was meticulously combed backwards, wearing a straight black guard dress, with marshal's tassels on his shoulders, a ribbon slanted, and a medal slanted. The most conspicuous thing on the old man's cheeks were undoubtedly the three wrinkles on his forehead, but Zheng Yu's eyes were firmly attracted by those eyes. They were a pair of sharp and deep eyes like the eagle king, with cold and deep eyes, as if they could penetrate all the disguises and see the other person's heart all the time.

Zheng Yu couldn't help swallowing and bowed deeply.

"Father, Xiaoyu, I'm back."
Chapter completed!