After exhausting myself to death

"Prince Shen, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?"

The first prince, Zhao Yuanduan, came to visit with a box of gold.

He, a prince without a fief, only had a salary, but his mother's family and the nobles who relied on him were rich, and they didn't even blink when they took out this box of gold.

Before giving a gift to someone you want to win over, you always have to inquire about the person's preferences. They didn't know where they got the news, saying that Prince Shen Minghuan was only focused on money.

Zhao Yuanduan still doubts the authenticity of the intelligence and firmly believes that no one in the world can be so vulgar, but he still gave up those fancy gifts and gave gold instead.

Zhao Yuanduan was polite and had a gentle smile: "Prince Shen once said that he would like to have a long talk with me. I wonder if he can still do it now?"

"Even if it didn't count initially, it counts after seeing this box full of gold." Shen Ming said with a smile.

Zhao Yuanduan also laughed, and for a while the guests and the host were enjoying themselves.

Probably because the gift was very satisfying, Shen Minghuan was very enthusiastic and said, "I know the purpose of Your Highness's visit. When His Majesty mentioned the appointment of the Crown Prince, I was indeed there."

Zhao Yuanduan felt that his throat was a little dry. His eyes were eager and he couldn't wait to ask: "Does the father have a favorite candidate?"

He realized that he was too excited, coughed slightly and tried to make amends. After a while, he felt that there was nothing to hide, so he said dryly: "Make Prince Shen laugh."

"Where is it?" Shen Minghuan made a look of understanding, "I was also a prince. People like you and me may look glamorous to others, but only you can know the pain involved. For example, the position of prince, for example, Sometimes we don’t want to fight, but we just can’t.”

He looked at Zhao Yuanduan with pity, "Let's just talk about you, Your Highness. If you fail to become the prince, you may not even be able to save your life."

Zhao Yuanduan smiled bitterly, "Ming Huan knows me."

Shen Minghuan let out a long sigh, "When we met outside the palace three months ago, Gu has not yet thanked His Highness for his help. Your Highness is a good person. Gu and His Highness hit it off immediately. If possible, Gu also hopes that the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom can be your Highness. such a pity--"

He sighed again.

Zhao Yuanduan was half guilty and half moved in the first half. Hearing this turning point, he almost didn't mention it, "What's the pity?"

He was so anxious that he couldn't maintain his elegant image, and kept asking: "Why is it such a pity? Just tell me!"

Shen Minghuan stopped talking and sighed one after another, "Your Majesty prefers the eldest prince."

"Actually, His Majesty had already planned to make the eldest prince the Crown Prince. I suggested that Your Majesty consider it for a while longer and treat it as a final test for the princes. Your Majesty then agreed."

Zhao Yuanduan almost cried with joy. He held Shen Minghuan's hand and burst into tears with excitement: "Prince Shen, thank you very much for your kindness to me. From now on, your business will be my business, and I..."

He spoke incoherently.

On the one hand, he didn't expect Shen Minghuan to have such great kindness towards him, and on the other hand - Shen Minghuan actually had such a great influence on Emperor Yan!

God help me!

Shen Minghuan freed his hand and said with shame: "After all, I am from the Yong Kingdom. It is inconvenient to interfere too much in imperial affairs. Your Highness will have to work hard next."

Zhao Yuanduan straightened his sleeves and bowed deeply, "Please enlighten me."

Shen Minghuan did not avoid it, and accepted the gift confidently, and then said sincerely: "Since His Majesty is willing to give you more time, I also want to see more of your performance. Your Highness should seize the opportunity, these days' morning court or Be active in all kinds of errands and let His Majesty see your abilities."

He waved his hand, signaled Zhao Yuanduan to come over, and whispered in a low voice: "Gu will give the eldest prince wrong information and teach him not to fight with you. Don't worry, Your Highness, Gu will definitely help you."

Good man!

There is no one in the world who is kinder, more enthusiastic, and treats him better than Shen Minghuan!

Zhao Yuanduan wiped away the moved tears from the corners of his eyes and left with choked sobs.

Not long after he left, the eldest prince Zhao Yuancheng came to visit with two boxes of gold.

"Your Majesty prefers a prince."

After some pleasantries, Shen Minghuan sighed regretfully, "Although I have never had the chance to meet you, Your Highness, I have long admired your name. When I first arrived in the Yan Kingdom, a prince deliberately tried to humiliate me. At that time, I felt that perhaps only the eldest prince was like this. Only those who are generous and kind are worthy of great responsibilities.”

The eldest prince sobbed and grabbed Shen Minghuan's sleeve, "Minghuan, you must help me more. From now on, your business will be my business."

Shen Minghuan smiled gently, "Over the years, His Majesty should have known your abilities very well. Now that he is willing to give you more time, he also wants to see your character again. Your Highness, please do not be impatient. What happened in the past will be the same in the future. Let Your Majesty I see your composure.”

He waved his hand, signaled Zhao Yuancheng to come over, and whispered in a low voice: "Gu will give the first prince wrong information and teach him not to fight with you. Your Highness, don't worry, Gu will definitely help you."

Except for the title, not a single word has been changed, and even the movements are exactly the same, which shows that it is perfunctory.

But Zhao Yuancheng didn't know, so he acted even more excited than Zhao Yuanduan.

God, how lucky he was!

Shen Minghuan is really a good person, a great good person.

There is no one in the world who is kinder, more enthusiastic, and treats him better than Shen Minghuan!

After Zhao Yuanduan, Zhao Yuancheng also walked out of the gate of Shen Mansion with red eyes and a smile on his face.

Suiqing was stunned.

If someone watched all this process by the side, they might have the illusion that "I can do it too."

But in fact, Sui Qing knew that it was not that the two princes were too stupid, but that Shen Minghuan's words were too easy to infect others.

Just like him, didn't he decide to submit to the person in front of him in just a few words?

Sui Qing didn't feel scared, nor was he worried that Shen Minghuan was trying to trick him with words.

Anyway, it was already too late.

He had long decided to devote his life to this person...his lord.

Xie Zhifei walked out of the cubicle door.

Shen Minghuan had too few people available for him, so he could only listen in single-mindedly, sorting out the thick account books in his hands, and recording the information available during the conversations at the outer door.

At the end of the conversation, his account book was almost organized, but the paper used for recording was still blank.

There is really no other use for it.

Xie Zhifei smiled bitterly, but the smile in his eyes became gentler and brighter, like shining with a burning light.

But soon the jade-like warm and bright smile was replaced by a deep sadness, and his brows furrowed tightly, turning into an untieable knot.

"My lord, thank you for your hard work. I'll make some soup for you to soothe your throat. You can go and rest for a while." He lived in the Shen Mansion, and Dr. He would diagnose him and check his recovery every day. They became familiar with each other as they came and went. .

Dr. He often mentioned Shen Minghuan's physical condition, and his words were filled with unsatisfactory worries.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him lazily: "Zizheng, you will age quickly if you worry too much."

He did feel a little tired. He drank tea slowly and sighed: "I remember that many of the people I rescued were literate and could count. You really don't have to do everything yourself."

Perhaps Shen Minghuan himself didn't realize that he was so kind to Xie Zhifei, which was far beyond the pity of ordinary monarchs and ministers.

But if Shen Minghuan noticed it, he might say "it's worth it".

How to erase the messy whip marks on your body? How to appease the soul that cries and feels restless during the long night? How to pay tribute to an ideal that is still soft and firm?

Xie Zhifei and Nan Huaijin deserve a brighter and warmer life.

Sui Qing brewed a new pot of tea for Shen Minghuan, helped Xie Zhifei sit down on the chair, and then stood aside with her head bowed.

In fact, he doesn't have to do these things, but he always wants to do more, maybe this will make him feel better, and one day he can be as innocent and calm as Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei did not refuse, and said "thank you" warmly, and then asked with a smile: "My lord, didn't you also do it yourself?"

No matter how busy Shen Minghuan is, he will always confirm things that others have done.

Xie Zhifei knew that this was not distrust, but caution.

A person can never be too serious about a career that he truly cares about.

Xie Zhifei had been on the line between life and death due to injuries countless times. At that time, he bit his lip and had to force himself to open his eyes and crawl back from hell.

In the most desperate days, he clung to this fantasy. He hoped that he could meet a master who was firm enough and persistent enough to make their common ideal a lifelong pursuit.

But when he actually met it, he found that he was far less relieved than he imagined.

It's more helplessness and worry.

Shen Minghuan felt that his counselor seemed to be a bit overestimating his abilities. If he could not compare with anyone, he had to compete with him. He could do this easily, but others did not have this ability.

But Shen Minghuan felt that he was a kind lord, and his kindness was certified by the entire royal family of the Yan Kingdom, so he could only sigh and coaxed: "Okay, let's rest together."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

He is ten years older than Shen Minghuan!

Shen Minghuan stood up slowly, and Sui Qing put a cloak on him, as if he really planned to rest.

Xie Zhifei was very pleased, rolled up his wide sleeves, and headed to the kitchen with his crutches.

After being a slave for so many years, he had not been sold once.

He had a good face, was once a noble man, was well-educated, and was good at music. The master thought it was a very wise thing to have such a slave, so he did not let him do hard work like other slaves. It is to be transferred to the side to serve.

Some nobles liked to eat food, and after being punished and beaten several times, they gradually got used to it.

He once truly rejected these "talents" and regarded them as a shame. He was so ashamed of his groveling that he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

But he still survived in the end. Time can smooth away a lot of unwillingness. He has been able to look at himself, who was still a little immature and ridiculous at that time, with a more mature perspective.

He couldn't figure out why he was so resistant in the first place? Being good at cooking is obviously a skill.

Shen Minghuan had already reached the door. He told the servant standing outside the door: "I will write a letter later. You can take it to the butler and ask him to send it to the palace as soon as possible and hand it over to His Majesty."

Xie Zhifei, who was recalling the past, paused and said, "Lord."

He smiled softly, and his voice became softer and gentler: "Didn't you say you wanted to go back to your room to rest?"

The counselor who has been very burdened since his allegiance and whose speech and behavior were extremely polite rarely used a questioning tone, and he addressed him as "you" instead of "you".

Although it was only a one-word difference, Xie Zhifei would not make such an omission.

Shen Minghuan immediately sensed something was wrong.

He turned around and asked seriously: "Zizheng, who provoked you?"

A look that wants to avenge the other party.