"This is very simple. Just assign it to me?" Murong Mingzhu said casually.

The Murong family and Ye Zhilan are tied together, and such good things assigned by the imperial court will never fall into the hands of others.

"Didn't I just say that, your Majesty personally appointed you in fifteen days, and I cannot interfere with your Majesty's intentions."

Murong Mingzhu looked at him strangely, "Your Majesty has not taken power yet. You are the emperor's uncle, but you are the one who decides."

It is useless to say so many high-sounding reasons.

The current emperor is Ye Zhilan personally supported him, and Ye Zhilan is the prince of the emperor again. He said that he was appointed by His Majesty, but in fact he was appointed by Ye Zhilan.

This is one thing.

"This time it's different," Ye Zhilan said lightly, "Your Majesty is already ten years old and will be able to rule in a few years. In the past few years, I will have to renew my power. He wants to make decisions on some things by himself, so I cannot force him."

"You mean, is this thing he asked to make the decision?"

"That's right."

"In other words, the emperor is now out of your control?"

"It's not control, it's auxiliary."

"In other words, you want to lose power?"

"That's called returning power to the top."

"Stop doing this," Murong Mingzhu glared at him, "I don't know you yet. You are obsessed with power and control your interests. Now the emperor wants to make his own decisions, so don't you fall in the middle of the day?"

"Minute...minutes?" Ye Zhilan raised his eyebrows.

"...Anyway, you are going to fall." Murong Mingzhu snorted coldly.

Ye Zhilan smiled and shook his head, "I have never thought of controlling the power and will not fall."

Murong Mingzhu smiled sarcastically, "Then you are telling me now that you are loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and you are wholeheartedly trying to assist the emperor. If the emperor can take power, you will obediently hand over the power, and then retire and leave your name in history. When you die, future generations will praise you, saying how selfless you are, and how loyal you are to the country. You are simply the most loyal minister in ancient and modern times, right?"

When Ye Zhilan heard this, she felt like laughing, "I am not as noble as you said, but... it is not far from the same distance."

"shameless!"

Murong Mingzhu directly complained to him, "If you were like this, why didn't you establish the eldest son back then? Isn't it because the little prince is easy to control? Who can you hide your little plot? You are a person who thinks about pros and cons all day long. The first thing you do when you open your eyes every day is to plot against people's hearts, and you wish you could make the decision all over the world. Will you be loyal? A joke."

He has a conscience to not plot to usurp the throne, but as for anything else, he really doesn't see it.

"So this is what I am in your heart," Ye Zhilan sighed and laughed again, "Okay, I won't defend myself. As time goes by, you will know what kind of person I am."

"What kind of person you are has nothing to do with me! I only know that the trade routes in southern Yunnan must be given to the Murong family!"

"If the Murong family wants a business trip, your Majesty will agree." Ye Zhilan also spoke up very well.

"Can you stop being so hypocritical? You have to force me to speak plain words, right?"

Murong Mingzhu couldn't bear it anymore, took a deep breath and said directly: "That little emperor has been under your control since he was six years old. If you say one, he will say one. If you say two, how dare he say three? If you want to give the business route to the Murong family, he will not object. I will tell you that if the Murong family can't get the business route, you and I will never end up!"

"You, you really have to make things difficult for me to stop."

Ye Zhilan lay down and pulled her down by the way, putting her around her waist with one hand.

"Let me go!" Murong Mingzhu frowned.

"Don't move," Ye Zhilan glanced at her, "Don't want the business road?"

“…”

After a striking move, Murong Mingzhu did not move any longer.

Ye Zhilan hugged her hands on her waist, and Murong Mingzhu felt that her waist seemed to be covered with a large leaf.

It's very light, but has a strong presence, as if the whole person is wrapped up.

Ye Zhilan hugged her, wrapped her in her arms, pressed her chin against her, and whispered: "After fifteen days, let's talk about the business road matters... Mingzhu, you are a very smart person. Smart people can only use smart thinking to test others. Sometimes this kind of intelligence will blind a person's eyes, make you misjudgment the other person and misunderstand the other person."

"You are talking about yourself, but you are obviously such a person, so I misread you." Murong Mingzhu snorted coldly.

"You think I am such a person, that's right. Over the years, you have always been on guard against me. In your heart, I should be an enemy, right?"

"No, you are the enemy," Murong Mingzhu said this, her eyelashes couldn't help but hang slightly, "I'm guarding you, aren't you guarding me too? How many eyeliners have you installed around me? I've been helping you over the years, but if I don't help you one day, the Murong family and I will definitely end up miserable."

"Do you think that I have installed people by your side just to guard against you. Why don't you think that I am protecting you?" Ye Zhilan asked softly.

"I can't afford your protection." Murong Mingzhu said, yawning, "Can you sleep? I'm sleepy."

"Go to bed, call you tomorrow morning." Ye Zhilan looked down at her.

Murong Mingzhu was also tired and her mind was drowsy. When she leaned against Ye Zhilan's arms, the light fragrance of grass and trees came over her.

Although I always feel that I have forgotten something, it is really hypnotic in such an atmosphere.

Not long after, Murong Mingzhu fell asleep.

Ye Zhilan lowered her head, looked at her sleeping little face, and pointed her fingers on her sleeping hole, Murong Mingzhu's breathing even heavier.

Putting the quilt on her, Ye Zhilan walked out of bed and opened the door.

A black shadow flashed, Leng Shuo knelt on one knee, "Master, that young man is in the mansion, do you want..."

"No need," the deep dark eyes looked at the Phoenix Forest in the distance, "Tell him that Mingzhu sleeps here tonight and sends someone to pick her up tomorrow morning."

"yes."

"Also, withdraw the Dragon Clustering Formation."

"Master, if you withdraw the Dragon Trap, wouldn't you cut down those phoenix trees?"

"Cutted."

"……yes."

After Ye Zhilan closed the door again, Leng Shuo stood up and looked at the gorgeous red phoenix trees not far away, sighing in his heart.

It was more than ten years ago, when the Lord became famous in the Battle of Youzhou, he personally set up his own hands when he returned to the imperial capital.

Over the years, many assassins have blocked openly and secretly, but now they are about to cut off just because they have scratched a little of Murong Mingzhu's skin.

The Lord is so fond of Murong Mingzhu... that he is so fond of him.

Ye Zhilan walked to the bed, gently put it on the bed, hugged Murong Mingzhu back in her arms, lowered her head and kissed the corner of her lips.
Chapter completed!