"Prince, what a coincidence."

Wen Shiheng came back from changing clothes and heard a greeting as soon as he got off the carriage. His tone was calm and humble, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he heard it.

He restrained the disgust on his face, and the moment he turned his head, he brought a gentleness of manners.

"If His Highness the Crown Prince hadn't just arrived, I would have thought His Highness was waiting for me here." After suffering a loss when he confronted Sun Chijian for the first time, Wen Shiheng had to find some things back.

Although it is a bit of a loss of identity when looking for face on the lips, others have provoked them to the doorstep. How can they not establish their prestige?

Wen Shiheng stepped forward, stood in the middle of the intersection, and made a "please" action.

Logically speaking, the descendant of the Northern Dynasty, Chi Jian, and the regent of the Southern Dynasty, were both inferior to one person and above ten thousand people, with noble status and equal status.

Wen Shiheng's words just now unintentionally raised himself and lowered Sun Chijian.

No matter which dynasty or country the palace banquet, the one with low positions will enter the venue first, and then go up step by step, the emperor's finale.

But if you meet someone with a higher position than you on the road, you have to stop and wait and give way.

Although Wen Shiheng did not explicitly say that Sun Chijian deliberately stopped waiting for him, his meaning was almost conveyed.

Sun Chijian smiled and said nothing, and walked into the viewing pavilion with Wen Shiheng.

The viewing pavilion stands by the lake. Although it is just a pavilion, it is not small, and it is enough for the Southern Dynasty royal family and several visiting ministers to sit down.

As for those ministers, the emperor means there is no wind tonight and the weather is gentle. Let’s have fun with me and the people outside.

Although the winters of the Southern Dynasties were relatively warm, some elderly ministers could not stand it. Wen Wenlan specially criticized them to sit in the "private room" next to the pavilion.

It was almost the right time for You, and the people arrived almost. There was a slight commotion in the viewing pavilion. Some people couldn't wait any longer, so they naturally started chatting with people around them.

The familiar ones and those who don’t often come into contact with each other on weekdays have been talked about. This time Wen Wenlan also approved the female family members of officials above the fifth rank to attend the palace banquet, so the surrounding area of ​​the viewing pavilion was even more lively.

"Why haven't the emperor come yet?" Everyone was here, but the main position was empty. Wen Shiheng asked Rong Yi, "Go and take a look."

There is a main position, three empty positions next to it, one of which is next to the main position, almost side by side with the main position.

Wen Shiheng stared at that for a long time, and he didn't have to think that it must be Ming Zhao's position. However, Ming Zhao's accompanying him for a short time was not long, so he could gain such favor. Even Chongjia had never enjoyed such treatment.

It seems that the emperor loves this Ming Zhao very much, protects and favors him everywhere.

The more a person is, the more he cares about something, the more he wants to hide him and prevent others from knowing that he hides the treasure in the room and enjoys it.

This is the emperor's attitude towards Ming Zhao now, at least to outsiders.

In other words, in the near future, the Southern Dynasties will welcome the first emperor.

Guanyu was not qualified to compete for the royal husband from the beginning. Although Chongjia had a long time, he could not support the weight of the royal husband's position.

Wen Shiheng narrowed his eyes. From this point of view, Ming Zhao was indeed the most suitable candidate.

But a courtier who has unknown origin and no identity will not agree to Ming Zhao become the emperor, nor will he.

Wen Shiheng looked away and met Sun Chijian's faint smile. Sun Chijian seemed to look at the empty seat next to the main seat as if he wanted to express something.

"Prince, the emperor's imperial carriage is already outside." Rong Yi's reply interrupted Wen Shiheng's thoughts.

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Sorry, there are a few updates recently, and I will add a small theater tomorrow.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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