On the way back to the palace, it was already dusk. Light rain was still falling in the sky, and the raindrops hit the eaves, making a "dong-dong" sound.
Zhao Yongping retreated from the eunuchs and guards surrounding him, leaving Chen Zhong alone to accompany him.
"Your Majesty, I see that your face looks tired. Please remember to take care of yourself and not overwork yourself on state affairs."
Chen Zhong has served the monarchs of the Zhao Kingdom for three generations. Now when he sees the young monarch in front of him, who devotes himself to the political affairs of the Zhao Kingdom, he feels sad in his heart.
exhausted? Zhao Yong was walking in front and heard these words from Chen Zhong behind him. He immediately felt sleepy in his head and his limbs were a little sore, as if he really needed a good rest.
In the ten days since he returned to Handan from Daidi, Zhao Yong seemed to have never been idle. He discussed with the courtiers how to prepare for war, received envoys from various countries, and argued with them to seek reforms.
The fatigue of the brain is even far stronger than the physical fatigue.
Maybe he was thinking too much.
But sometimes people are like this. Once they hold great power, they can never let it go. They will be on the road to maintain the rule of power until their death.
Looking at the dark palace corridor in front of him, he suddenly thought of his persistence and struggle in his previous life. Those feelings were slightly in conflict with his current self.
The hometown he couldn't return to, and the mortgage that he once made every effort to support, were just an attempt to take root in a place with more fertile water and soil.
Zhao Yong saw those hard-working people in the wheat fields today. They may not have enough food and clothing in their lives. The land is not theirs, nor are the fruits of their hard work. Even the trajectory of their lives seems to have been arranged. A war or a disaster will destroy their families.
Zhao Yong really couldn't figure out what hope these people had for living, and why they were living so hard.
It is said that people's ability to empathize is innate. Zhao Yong feels that there is indeed some truth to that. Maybe he is a person who is naturally more prone to empathy.
In fact, Zhao Yong is not willing to waste so much energy thinking about these things. After all, this is their fate. They have lived like this for thousands of years, from generation to generation. Such rules were not set by him.
But as their king and their master, Zhao Yong would feel a deep sense of guilt every time he thought that he was enjoying their achievements all the time but could not change their miserable lives. He wants to change this rule.
How could he evade his own responsibilities?
At the end of the corridor, Zhao Yong's hand was touching the railing, where he could overlook the entire city of Handan. He breathed deeply, and the moist and fresh air hit his nostrils, mixed with the faint fragrance of flower stamens.
Meng Rou seemed to have returned to Handan a long time ago, but Zhao Yong did not have time to visit her.
Hearing that she liked to plant some flowers and plants, Zhao Yong asked the palace servants to cultivate a garden for her in front of the dragon platform.
Perhaps the fragrant stamens at this moment were planted by her.
And Xiao Yue, I haven't seen her for two months.
It is said that a breakup is better than a newlywed, but Zhao Yong doesn't feel that way. Love is even more luxurious for his status. They began to be more of a vent for Zhao Yong, but now there is still a trace of dependence and a trace of fetters.
As soon as he thought about this, he suddenly felt urgent in his heart. He immediately turned around and said to Chen Zhong, who was standing aside: "Your Majesty, please go back to the palace and summon Concubine Si and Concubine Zhao to dine with me." (Concubine Zhao is Meng Rou. Common people don't have a surname, Meng is just a ranking. , Zhao Nai gave the surname.)
"Here!"
Zhao Yong naturally also hopes that his harem will be harmonious. In the past few days, he has returned to the palace after busying with political affairs and fell asleep. Now that he has some free time, he invites his family to have dinner together, hoping that they can get along well.
Now it seems that these thoughts are unnecessary for Zhao Yong. When Meng Rou and Si Yue met for the first time, they looked like they regretted meeting each other so late. During the meal, the two women chatted and laughed happily, each treating her as a sister, but Zhao Yong was left out in the cold.
However, Zhao Yong didn't care. He was originally worried that Meng Rou, a latecomer, would not be welcomed by Si Yue. Seeing this situation, they were happy to agree.
Perhaps only in ancient times could a harem be opened so openly and openly. Zhao Yong finally felt one aspect of a happy life.
"My concubine is alone in the palace, and the king cannot come to accompany her. Why don't you bring your sister back to Handan as soon as possible?" Si Yue pestered Meng Rou and said to Zhao Yong.
The little palace maids who used to play well with Si Yue are now in awe of her identity. In addition, Zhao Yong has vigorously purged a wave of spies in the palace. Now, in addition to flattering Si Yue, they feel a little alienated in their hearts.
Meng Rou and Si Yue are about the same age, perhaps because the former's life experience is more bumpy and has more experience. She also looks more mature and steady at this time, and with her already taller body, she really does have the flavor of an older sister.
"The monarch is busy with political affairs, we must not hold him back." Meng Rou said to her dotingly.
Nowadays, Zhao Yong has only two of his concubines with status, although they are both third-class concubines. But Meng Rou was naturally happy when she saw Si Yue being intimate with her.
"The Sichuan brocade that the king brought back to me from the land this time is really beautiful. I have ordered the palace servants to cut new clothes. I will wear them for the king to see." The little girl may have been wearing it for a long time. I don’t see my husband anymore, and I have endless things to talk about when I see him.
Zhao Yong gave her several pieces of the new Shu brocade, and she was as happy as a child at this time.
Women are strange creatures. After thousands of years of evolution, it seems that they still cannot change the trace of vanity in their hearts.
Zhao Yong smiled bitterly in his heart and couldn't help but sarcastically said: Men are just as pathetic. He looked at the two beauties smiling coquettishly in front of him, but at this moment his mind was filled with Yao Lan, whom he had just met once.
People often think that their subjective consciousness is controlling themselves, but they don't know that many times the body is controlled by 'hormones'.
Will is born in flesh and blood, but it can be sublimated into flesh and blood. Therefore, what Zhao Yong admires most has always been those heroes who can go against the body's desire to survive and die generously.
Although Zhao Yong has not yet reached the age of twenty and crown. But the body at this age is full of energy and is as hard to tame as a wild horse. If he had not seen strong winds and waves and was less curious, he would probably be even more unbearable.
But seeing that the two of them looked like they wanted to talk at night by candlelight, Zhao Yong couldn't bear to disturb them.
At this time he prefers to be a listener. Zhao Yong put his hands on the desk, and from time to time, pleasant laughter like silver bells came to his ears. The tip of his nose smelled the fragrance emanating from the girl's body, and he felt relieved. The eye sockets gradually became blurry.
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