Madam is a Superstar

priest's house,

At midnight, the entire priest's palace was shrouded in the morning light, and palace servants in twos and threes were cleaning the courtyard.

Hearing the movement at the palace gate, he quickly stopped what he was doing and saluted the two masters.

"Prince, Lord Priest."

Nangong Yu asked people to get up, and Song Qing looked towards the side room and asked, "Master, can we have breakfast?"

Xiao Caizi shook his head and replied worriedly, "To tell you what to say to your lord, the old priest hasn't gotten up. I don't know what time the old priest slept last night and I don't dare to knock on the door to disturb the old priest."

He cautiously raised his eyes to look at Nangong Yu and Song Qing, and asked hesitantly, "Prince, sir, do you want me to knock on the door?"

Song Qing glanced at Nangong Yu and waved her hand, "No, you can go about your business."

After Xiao Caizi stepped back, he explained, "Master has been like this since my uncle rebelled against the country. Except for occasionally checking the emperor's pulse,

At other times, I would lock myself in the house, and it would be common for me to skip one meal a day.

No matter how much I try to persuade him, it's useless. It seems that Master is really heartbroken because of what happened to Uncle Master. "

She knew that her master and uncle had a close relationship, but she never quite understood it.

In her impression, her uncle spent very little time in the palace. He either went to Xiuyuan Temple or traveled among the people.

As soon as the master stepped down from his duties as a priest, he left the palace without stopping, but the uncle stayed in the palace, changing his normal behavior.

The two of them didn't spend as much time together as she did with her master. How could they have such a close relationship?

Is there something else she doesn't know about? Thinking of it, he asked casually and looked at Nangong Yu, who came to this world two years earlier than him.

"Do you know that my master and uncle..."

"Creak."

The door opened, interrupting Song Qing's next question.

Song Qing looked at the sound and was a little startled. His master, who always preferred plain colors, was wearing colorful clothes today.

The clothes seemed to be patched together from left to right rags. At first glance, they looked like clothes that had been stripped off a beggar's body and washed.

"Old priest."

Nangong Yu knew it in his heart, so he called out as a greeting. If he remembered correctly, the former priest brought Sima Zhen back from outside the palace.

Sima Zhen was wearing such a patchwork of shabby clothes, and his mother had mentioned the details to him.

Sima Zhen was originally a beggar wandering in Kyoto City. The former priest brought him back after seeing how smart Sima Zhen was.

Miaoshui looked very haggard, and he just nodded when he heard the voice, "The prince is here, please stay and leave together."

Nangong Yu did not refuse, and several palace people on the side quickly went down to prepare.

"Master." Song Qing couldn't bear it, so she came over and reached out to hold Miaoshui's hand.

Miaoshui's absent-minded eyes shimmered a little, and he held Song Qing's hand tightly as always.

Staring at Song Qing's face, a moment later a smile of relief appeared and the corners of his mouth were filled with bitterness.

"Okay, okay, my child, you are a good person. Do you know that you have to copy the Buddhist scriptures that I asked you to copy? You can't slack off or be lazy even for a day."

"I know. I'm not lazy. I'll copy today's portion after I finish it. I'll show it to you after I finish copying it."

Although Song Qing didn't understand the reason why his master had to look at his face every day and make him copy Buddhist scriptures every day since his uncle's rebellion,

But every time at this time, I still respond patiently. After all, being obedient can make the master happier, and it doesn't matter if I copy it badly.

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It was already half an hour after Nangong Yu returned to the prince's residence, and in the hall,

Nangong Yu had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Nangong Yuyu coming towards him, he stood up and saluted.

Nangong Yu raised his hand to stop them, and the two brothers walked towards the study room in the mansion one after the other.

There are guards in the study both overt and covert, so we can talk freely when discussing certain matters.

The two brothers sat opposite each other. Nangong Yu was talking about his plans while making tea. For a while, the refreshing fragrance of tea filled the air.

Nangong Yu's expression suddenly changed, he put away his folding fan and stood up from his seat in shock.

"No, this is absolutely not possible!"

Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea cup, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Nangong Yu, "Sit down."

Nangong Yu subconsciously sat down and then stood up again. Under Nangong Yu's unexpected eyes,

He opened his ink fan and shook it vigorously, chatting endlessly about great principles.

"Brother, I have no redeeming qualities. The only redeeming feature is that I am self-aware.

I can handle the trivial matters in the court with ease, but when it comes to important matters, I am really at a loss what to do.

I have never wanted this throne from the beginning to the end. It was my father who was prejudiced against you, my brother.

Every time my father mentioned to me privately about inheriting the throne, I wanted to just run away without thinking about it. But now it’s okay.

My father is finally no longer stubborn and wants to pass the throne to you, my eldest brother. This is a good thing that everyone is happy with! "

"As a result, my eldest brother, you are now telling me that you want to give me the throne. Brother, aren't you harming my brother? You are doing this!"

Nangong Yu was excited when he said these words. He closed the fan heavily and knocked it back and forth in his palms.

He's not stupid!

What are the benefits of being an emperor? !

When he is doing well, he is a wise king. He is so tired from dealing with state affairs day and night that he wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog.

If you don't behave well, just like your father has been doing these past few years, he will be scolded as a coward by the people of the world, and then forget about it, he will be assassinated and poisoned before being killed by a poison.

A hundred years later, the historian will have to leave a notorious mark in the history books, so that future generations will know and despise it.

What's wrong with him being a prince and a prince, marrying a wife, having children, and occasionally leading an army? ! Why ask for trouble! ?

"You don't want me to have a harem, so I am not suitable to sit on this throne."

Nangong Yu picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. His calm and calm posture was in sharp contrast to Nangong Yu. The tea went into his throat and he slowly said,

"You can just ascend the throne. If there are any difficulties in the court affairs, I will solve them for you. You don't need to worry too much about it."

Having said this is enough to show Nangong Yu's determination. When Nangong Yu realizes this, his scalp feels numb.

He was holding his neck and refused to sit down. No matter what, he couldn't jump into the fire pit of the throne.

Today's court is a hot potato. Whoever takes over will be unlucky. The main reason is that he really doesn't have the ability.

But after standing for a long time, he didn't see any movement from the eldest brother. Nangong Yu was anxious, so he didn't need to persuade Nangong Yu to sit down.

Regardless of whether the tea was hot or not, I raised my head and drank it in one gulp. After drinking the tea, my stomach felt much calmer.

Then he put the folding fan on the table and analyzed with Nangong Yu one by one that it was not advisable for him to sit on the throne.

"Let me tell you, my eldest brother, my father's words about passing on the throne to you this morning have been heard by all the civil and military officials in the court.

What does it matter if I sit on this throne again? It’s hard to convince the public not to let the other royal brothers and the traitor Zhao Zhengqing make a big fuss about this matter.

How to organize the court? When will the civil strife in our Great Abyss be pacified? At present, the border areas are united by the barbarians of Dongchen.

And Dongchen’s poisonous man who came from nowhere is in danger. It’s pointless for us two brothers to push back and forth over who will take the throne.

The whole smoky court can't wait, even if the renovation of the court can be done slowly,

But the soldiers on the border can't wait, and the people living near the border can't wait even more! "