Gloomy: "..."
"How does Your Majesty want me to comfort you?"
"What do you think, Ah Yu?" Shang Junlin moved closer.
Shen Yu patted Shang Junlin's short head: "Okay, don't be angry, Your Majesty, how can these people deserve His Majesty's anger?"
After finishing speaking, Shen Yu Shi withdrew his hand: "Is this comforting?"
Shang Junlin laughed dumbfounded: "Ah Yu knows that's not what I mean."
Shen Yu opened his eyes wide, showing an innocent expression: "If your majesty doesn't tell me, I don't know what comfort your majesty wants."
"Just pretend to be confused, the spring will be over soon, let's see what excuses you can use to prevaricate me." Shang Junlin straightened up and walked aside with his hands behind his back.
"Why is Your Majesty so sure that he will win?" Shen Yu still couldn't figure it out.
"Didn't Ayu forget, who determined the final grade in the palace exam?" Shang Junlin looked at him with a smile.
Naturally, Shen Yu wouldn't even know this. Hearing the meaning of Shang Junlin's words, he opened his eyes in disbelief: "Your Majesty won't 'use power for personal gain' just to win, right?"
"If you can get Ayu to take the initiative to approach, so what if you 'use power for personal gain' once?" Shang Junlin raised his eyebrows.
Shen Yu approached, carefully observed the man's face, and found that he really didn't mean to be joking, as if he really thought so in his heart, he felt speechless.
"Your Majesty?" Shen Yu walked around him, "If you can't convince me, Your Majesty can't think of me willingly."
"Hahaha, just kidding," Shang Junlin grabbed the young man who was walking beside him, and hugged him up, "How could I really be messed up on this matter, Ayu is really worried, when the time comes, I will let you Let someone put up a curtain, and you and I will review the papers together."
Caught off guard, his body flew into the air, and his depressed hands were on the man's shoulders. He was picked up by Shang Junlin in the posture of holding a child, and he was taller than Shang Junlin.
Shen Yu cast a condescending glance at the man: "Your Majesty must have made this plan from the beginning, right? Let me accompany your Majesty to invigilate the exam?"
Shang Junlin patted the gloomy lower back without denying it: "Then, is Ayu going?"
"I'll think about it." Shen Yu didn't refuse straight away, Shang Junlin's tone just now didn't seem like a joke, if Jiang Huaiqing and He Chengyu's grades were not much different, Shang Junlin might really make He Chengyu the number one pick for personal gain.
Anyway, for him, who is the first and second has little influence.
In terms of this matter alone, Shang Junlin really has the physique of a stupid king. Shang Junlin can be a tyrant for his own reasons, but Shen Yu must not allow Shang Junlin to become a stupid king because of him!
"It's hard to come here once, and I will show you around." After Shang Junlin finished speaking, he walked away.
Shen Yu patted him on the shoulder: "You put me down first."
Shang Junlin thought for a while, most of the depression is unwilling to walk around in the current posture, regretting to give up the idea of holding people all the time, let go of depression.
With his feet on the ground, he let out a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Shang Junlin would carry him out regardless.
Before he could stand still, he kept putting his arms around his waist.
Shen Yu looked down at the arm firmly occupying the waist, paused, and didn't say anything.
"Will Ah Yu want to visit the front hall?" Although it was a question, Shang Junlin's direction was straight towards the front hall.
He glared at him gloomily: "Your Majesty has already made a decision, why are you asking me?"
After the court, the ministers left one after another. At this time, the front hall was completely empty.
The main hall of Dahuan's Shang Dynasty was called "Golden Luan Hall". The entire hall was supported by nine pillars hovering with golden dragons. Except for the uppermost throne, the rest of the hall was empty.
When going to court, ministers will stand below, and the emperor will sit in a high position, so that everything below can be seen at a glance.
Under the leadership of Shang Junlin, Shen Yu walked into the main hall from the side door.
Depression is no stranger to this place. Before his rebirth, as the most valued confidant of the King of Yue, he often went in and out of this place with him.
Standing in the same place in the two lives, the state of mind has completely changed.
The man's strong arms supported him, and a steady stream of warmth came from the other party's body. He turned his head gloomyly and stared at the man's handsome profile.
The man was wearing a black imperial crown suit, on which a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon was embroidered with gold thread, with golden piping, showing the majesty of the emperor.
A man who is strong, decisive, and able to control the life and death of the entire Dahuan should stand at the top by nature. As an emperor, Shang Junlin is completely qualified. He was depressed and couldn't figure it out. Just relying on King Yue, how did he seize the throne from this person in his previous life
The more you understand, the more depressed you can realize how powerful Shang Junlin is. He was able to fight his way out in such a harsh environment and climbed to the throne. down
It's a pity that the book he read after his death didn't mention these things. Everything in his previous life is unverifiable, and those secrets may be buried in the past forever.
Only depressed one person knows the past.
Sensing his gaze, Shang Junlin stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong."
"I was just thinking about what it feels like to sit on it every day, Your Majesty." Sullen turned to look at the majestic dragon chair.
"Ah Yu will know if you just sit around." Seeing Shen Yu interested, Shang Junlin led him to the throne.
Standing under the stairs, Shen Yu refused to move: "I'm just curious, I don't need to feel it myself."
"Ah Yu don't have to worry, is there any place in this palace that Ah Yu can't go to?" Regardless of Shen Yu's protest, Shang Junlin hugged Shen Yu by the waist and walked up the steps.
Shen Yu nestled silently in Shang Junlin's arms, finally couldn't help being curious, and looked down on his shoulders.
Every time you go up a step, your field of vision will be wider. After walking up the ninth steps, you will suddenly have the illusion that someone is bowing your head and worshiping below.
Shang Junlin bent down, put Shen Yu on the dragon chair, stood below himself, and asked, "How does Ah Yu feel?"
After a moment of gloomy silence, he answered honestly, "It feels a bit hard."
The dragon chair is gorgeous, and it’s true that it’s uncomfortable to sit on. The back of the chair behind it is just a decoration, and you can’t lean on it at all. If you lean on it, you will only be hit by the dragon carved on it. The armrests on both sides are open, and there is no place to lean on. .
Not to mention the place to sit under him, there is no cushion, so he can only sit upright, which is okay for a while, but after a long time, he feels depressed and feels unbearable.
"Who in this world doesn't want to sit on this chair, and only Ah Yu would despise it as uncomfortable." Shang Junlin flicked his sleeves and sat beside Shen Yu.
The dragon chair is big enough to accommodate two people. Shang Junlin sat up and leaned against him gloomily: "Even if everyone in the world wants to, no one is more suitable for this chair than Your Majesty."
Eunuch Meng stood below, only he knew how shocked his heart was. He knew that His Majesty attached great importance to Shen Yu, and he almost wanted to pamper people to the sky. Hold it to that position by yourself.
Sitting in this position, I feel not only the power, but also the responsibility of taking on the entire Dahuan, as well as the boundless loneliness.
Shen Yu sat for a while and couldn't sit still. Shang Junlin didn't restrain him this time, and the two walked down the steps.
"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I will also have thoughts about that position?" Shen Yu was curious.
The monstrous power is at your fingertips, how many people can resist such a temptation
"If Ah Yu wants to, why not give it to Ah Yu?" Shang Junlin stroked the hair on the depressed forehead, "It's just that Ah Yu, if you want the throne, you must accept the emperor who comes with the throne, and no one else."
The man's eyes darkened, "Otherwise, I can let Ah Yu sit in that position, and I can also prevent Ah Yu from ever touching that position."
"Your Majesty is not as good as the throne. Let your Majesty worry about the affairs of the world. I only need your Majesty." Shen Yu raised his eyes to Shang Junlin's eyes, "The world belongs to His Majesty, and Your Majesty belongs to me."
He couldn't figure out what his current feelings for Shang Junlin were, but he knew that he didn't want to change the status quo.
"Ayu will always be mine." Shang Junlin hugged him contentedly.
Not the "Zhen" who is the emperor, but the "I" who represents Shang Junlin.
The spring is approaching day by day, and the old forces in the court are becoming more and more floating because of the matter of King Yue.
They couldn't figure out Shang Junlin's attitude, and they tried again and again to seem to anger the emperor, but they didn't achieve any effect they wanted.
The release of King Yue is both a goal and a cover, a collision between old and new forces.
Shang Junlin sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, waiting for the group of people who were buried the deepest to make a move.
Several ministers gathered in private to discuss the emperor's thoughts.
"What exactly does Your Majesty want to do this time?"
"When did we guess what His Majesty was thinking? Before, His Majesty was very tolerant towards feudal lords, but this time I don't know why. Are you not planning to care about blood and family relationships?"
"You are wrong about this point. When did His Majesty worry about this? It's not like everyone doesn't know how His Majesty came to the throne back then. Could it be that you have forgotten it because he didn't do anything in these years?"
"So Your Majesty really wants to put King Yue to death this time?"
"I heard some gossip here. Do you know the nobleman who is very favored recently? Before entering the palace, it is said that he had a relationship with the king of Yue..." The speaker gave a look of "you all understand", "so How favored that person is, His Majesty can't overestimate the King of Yue."
"Hey—" the person who heard it gasped, "So His Majesty targeted Yue King on purpose?"
In an inconspicuous corner, someone quietly got up and left. The person who told the "truth" glanced over there calmly and continued to talk.
All kinds of influences outside the palace do not affect the inside of the palace, and the gloomy life leads a leisurely life, and there is no need to drink the terribly bitter medicine, and the mood becomes more comfortable.
Because of the previous incident, Jiang Huaiqing wrote letters more frequently, and occasionally there would be a few letters from He Chengyu, all of which were about their recent new discoveries. Shen Yu simply picked out Yinlongwei to take charge of this matter .
With the cooperation of the two parties, they have found a lot of useful clues, and they can arrest them directly when they find the person responsible for this matter.
Shen Yu turned over and half lay on Shang Junlin's chest: "I hope this incident will not affect the exam."
Shang Junlin hooked the gloomy drooping hair: "Those who have been in close contact with those people will decide whether to participate in this exam after a thorough investigation."
"Actually, it will save a lot of effort to not allow them to enter the examination room." Shen Yu lowered his eyes.
"In that case, wouldn't Ayu definitely lose?" Shang Junlin chuckled, "Or, Ayu wants to lose to me? I welcome it very much."