Chapter 385: But the country cannot be without a monarch for a day!

Yuwen Yong's breathing stalled suddenly, his face, which had just eased, instantly faded of all blood, and even the veins on his forehead seemed to have solidified, leaving only a deathly pallor like paper.

He gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned blue, and his Adam's apple rolled twice before suppressing the tremor in his voice, and he asked sharply towards the door: "Who?!"

"Who did you say?!"

This Grand Preceptor and Grand Tutor are none other than his Grand Chancellor cousin who holds the Five Officials under the Heavenly Official, and his Grand Marshal cousin who holds military power...

Yuwen Yong didn't understand why they came...

The butler outside the door thought his Prince hadn't heard clearly and repeated it again, "Prince, it's the Grand Preceptor and the Grand Tutor!"

"They are already waiting in the front hall..."

Yuwen Yong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the panic in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed, leaving only a layer of cold, hard calmness.

He loosened his grip on the edge of the table, the blue and white of his knuckles faded slowly, and his voice recovered some of the steadiness of the past: "I know, you go and entertain them first..."

He paused and exhorted: "Do not neglect them!"

"After I change my clothes, I will go to see the Grand Preceptor and the Grand Tutor!"

After saying this, he smoothed his slightly wrinkled cuffs.

"Yes."

The butler responded respectfully outside the door.

Followed by the sound of footsteps moving away.

The study fell back into silence, only the subtle sound of Yuwen Yong's fingertips unconsciously rubbing the corner of the table.

Wang Chuyan's body swayed violently, her hands that were gripping her sleeves loosened instantly, and even her voice carried fine tremors: "Husband, why... why did they come?!"

The panic in the woman's eyes was almost overflowing, and even her breathing lost its rhythm when she spoke.

Just talking about the Grand Chancellor, and the Grand Chancellor arrived, isn't this too coincidental?

Yuwen Yong shook his head slowly, a layer of lingering worry gathered between his eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know either..."

Saying this, he raised his eyes to look at the twilight deepening outside the window.

At this moment, Yuwen Yong couldn't figure out the intentions of these two who held great power at all...

Wang Chuyan seemed to associate something, her face became paler, her lips trembled, and her voice was extremely low but full of fear: "Husband, you don't think they came to kill us..."

Before she finished speaking, Yuwen Yong suddenly raised his hand to cover her mouth, his eyes suddenly became sharp, his fingertips pressing firmly on the woman's lips to signal her to be silent, reminding: "Princess, be careful with your words!"

He paused and added: "Such words cannot be spoken randomly!"

You can eat randomly, but you can't speak randomly, especially such words, you must never say them in front of outsiders, so as not to bring about a disaster of death...

"Mm-mm."

Wang Chuyan's eye sockets turned red instantly, big teardrops spinning at the corners of her eyes, but she held back and didn't let them fall.

She just followed Yuwen Yong's force, responded lightly twice, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped his sleeves.

Wang Chuyan was really scared by the young Emperor's death...

Seeing the Princess settle down, Yuwen Yong slowly loosened his hand, his fingertips still remaining with the coolness on her lips.

He sighed, his tone eased a bit, and said: "It shouldn't be to take our lives..."

He paused, thought for a moment, and analyzed: "If that were really the intention, it wouldn't be these two who came, but Supervisor Chen of the Mingjing Si!"

After calming down and thinking carefully, that Grand Chancellor cousin, although strong, is not a person who kills relatives indiscriminately...

In the past year, the only Yuwen clan member who died at his hands was Yuwen Yan.

And he had never offended him, so there was no reason to use weapons.

Moreover, killing people has always been done by Supervisor Chen, so they don't need to do it unnecessarily...

After figuring this out, Yuwen Yong's heart settled down a lot...

Wang Chuyan's hand pressed tightly on her chest, and she could clearly feel her heart jumping wildly, as if it were about to break through her chest.

The tears in her eyes finally rolled down, her voice carrying a cry, full of panic and anxiety: "Husband, what should we do now?"

"I... I'm so scared!"

Saying this, her body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously leaned towards Yuwen Yong.

Yuwen Yong raised his hand, gently wiped the tears from the Princess's cheeks with his fingertips, his palms carrying a bit of warmth, and his voice softened a bit: "We can only take it one step at a time..."

He raised his eyes and glanced outside the window, the night was already deep, and a bit of urgency added between his eyebrows: "Princess, come and help me change my clothes!"

Yuwen Yong could be sure that it was not a disaster of death...

And it was definitely not a small matter that could make those two come!

Must go to deal with it.

The worst result he expected was at most being exiled...

Wang Chuyan nodded repeatedly, wiped the remaining tears with her sleeves, her voice still carrying a bit of unsettled choking, but she forced herself to calm down: "Okay."

"I'm coming..."

Afterwards, the two walked towards the inner room.

Lu Wang Mansion.

Twilight drifted into the front hall, the lanterns under the eaves emitting warm yellow light, reflecting the tea cups warming on the desk.

Yuwen Hu held the tea bowl, blew the foam lightly, and his gaze swept across the hall—

There were no gilded decorations, no brocade curtains, and even the beams and pillars were only painted with a layer of clear lacquer. Only a pot of neatly pruned pine and cypress in the corner added a bit of vitality.

Yuwen Heng put down the tea bowl, his fingertips rubbing the patterns of the plain porcelain bowl, looked at his elder brother beside him, his tone carrying a bit of admiration: "A-Yong's life is indeed simple..."

The huge Lu Wang Mansion had no magnificent decorations, and even the best tea to entertain distinguished guests was ordinary goods...

Looking at the noble mansions in the capital, it is rare to see someone like this cousin.

"Hmm."

Yuwen Hu raised his hand and picked up the tea bowl, the porcelain bowl rim touched his lips, the warm tea slid into his throat, and he nodded slowly, a bit of approval appearing in his eyes: "A-Yong is a person who doesn't like luxury..."

He put down the tea bowl, tapped his fingertips on the edge of the table, his tone adding a bit of gravity: "Very good!"

A hurried but not messy sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the front hall, and then Yuwen Yong's figure appeared at the door.

He was wearing a black robe, still carrying a bit of the traces of hasty dressing, thin sweat oozing from his forehead, and after entering the door, he stepped forward quickly, "Sorry to keep the Grand Chancellor and Grand Marshal waiting..."

Immediately, he bowed and clasped his fists to the two, full of apologies: "My fault, my fault!"

Obviously, he had run all the way here.

That appearance was very much like Da Kang running...

Seeing this, Yuwen Heng immediately put down the tea bowl and waved his hand, his voice hearty: "No matter, the two of us just sat down, not too long..."

Yuwen Hu also put down the bowl at this time, his gaze landed on Yuwen Yong, a shallow smile hung on his lips, his tone softened a bit: "We are all brothers, A-Yong doesn't need to be so polite!"

"Yes."

Yuwen Yong smiled, responded repeatedly, and swept his gaze, just happening to see that the tea bowls in front of the two had bottomed out, and there were still a few strands of light tea stains on the inner wall of the porcelain bowl, saying: "How did this tea bottom out..."

Saying this, he turned sideways half a step, reached out and picked up the celadon teapot on the table, the pot body felt heavy in his hand, and still carried residual warmth.

It looked like he was going to add tea.

"I'll do it myself..."

Seeing this, Yuwen Hu pressed his hand and said in a deep voice: "A-Yong, sit down quickly!"

"How can that be?"

Yuwen Yong didn't have any intention of putting it down, a smile piled on his face, his eyes full of diligence: "It is my duty to pour tea for my brothers..."

Immediately, his wrist turned lightly, first pouring the amber tea into Yuwen Hu's empty bowl, fine tea foam rising.

When the bowl rim reached seventy percent full, he turned his wrist steadily and moved to Yuwen Heng's tea bowl, his movements smooth without spilling a drop.

Moreover, his posture was extremely low, and his desire to survive was extremely strong.

Yuwen Heng looked at Yuwen Yong's skilled tea-pouring movements and heard his warm explanation, nodded with satisfaction immediately, and tapped his knuckles lightly on the edge of the newly added tea bowl.

A trace of approval flashed in his eyes, and he secretly praised in his heart: "A-Yong's character is humble, not arrogant or impatient..."

"It's a world of difference from Yuwen Yan!"

One is steady and polite, the other is impetuous and restless, the gap is not just a little bit...

Thinking this way, Yuwen Heng picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, his gaze towards Yuwen Yong adding a bit of approval.

After pouring the tea, Yuwen Yong retreated two steps and sat down lightly on the chair below the two, his body leaning forward slightly, his posture always respectful.

He placed his hands together on his knees, looked at the two with gentle eyes, his tone carrying a bit of humility: "Two brothers, my humble home is simple, if there is any poor hospitality, please forgive me!"

Yuwen Heng put down the tea bowl, his gaze swept over the simple furnishings in the hall, and fell back on Yuwen Yong, his tone carrying a bit of concern, and some disapproval: "A-Yong, I have to say a few words to you, we are the royal family, there is no need to be so frugal with yourself..."

Hearing this, Yuwen Yong stood up immediately, his hands hanging at his sides, his waist slightly bowed, and even his gaze was lowered a bit more, his tone full of respect: "Yes, yes, brother's teaching, I will keep it in mind!"

After saying this, he paused deliberately, as if he were carefully pondering the weight of these words, and nodded lightly to show that he had indeed engraved the teaching in his heart.

After making the posture, he sat down slowly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the dark patterns on his cuffs, but his eyes raised quietly, quickly sweeping over the expressions of the two—

Seeing Yuwen Heng's expression was peaceful, and Yuwen Hu was still holding the tea bowl, his fingertips rubbing lightly on the edge of the bowl, unable to see his emotions.

Yuwen Yong's heart settled slightly, and he leaned forward again, his voice softer, carrying a bit of careful probing: "I don't know why the two brothers came to find me, is there anything important?"

When saying this, he deliberately slowed down his speech and stared at the two tightly.

Even his breathing was quietly lightened, for fear of missing any reaction on their faces.

As the saying goes, if there is nothing to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall.

These two powerful cousins who hold military and political power couldn't have come to see him for no reason...

"Has A-Yong heard that the Emperor has passed away?" Yuwen Hu asked calmly.

"I have heard..."

Yuwen Yong nodded, his face full of piety, and replied: "The Emperor prayed for Great Zhou, knelt in the Buddha hall for three days and three nights, his sincerity moved heaven and earth, and finally was received by the Buddha to ascend to heaven!"

He paused, his tone rising, and sighed: "Truly a holy monarch without equal through the ages!"

He emphasized the word "holy monarch" heavily.

It's just that the fear in his eyes flashed by...

That fear was like a spark in the dark night, just emerging and then forcibly suppressed, leaving only a slight tremor at the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, the Emperor ascended to heaven and became a Buddha, leaving us brothers in this mortal world..."

Yuwen Hu looked at Yuwen Yong's expression and sighed.

He paused and said meaningfully: "But the country cannot be without a monarch for a day!" ===== CHAPTER 386 =====