Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 732 With a clear conscience, why should it be changed?
seal, title...

Zhan Mingxuan, who came out of the queue, was slightly startled when he heard the words. He hadn't thought that their Zhan family's title could be restored so easily by Emperor Yunjing, and he hadn't thought about this kind of problem either.

But right now, His Majesty mentioned this...

The young man frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he bowed his hands respectfully: "Return to Your Majesty, I think the original title is very good."

"Oh? Want the word 'Jingyang'?" Mo Jingyao blinked in response, "Aren't you going to change it?"

"There is no need to change it, Your Majesty." Zhan Mingxuan raised his head and grinned, the young man's eyes were clear and bright, filled with firmness and sincerity, "The original title is very good."

"For one thing, the word 'Jingyang' was bestowed by the late emperor, and it is the glory of our entire Zhan clan, so we should not abandon it."

"Secondly, since His Majesty has now found out that the matter of rebellion is false, then in order to consider the reputation of the first test, Mingxuan should find a way to restore Zhan's previous title."

"After all, the Zhan family has never done anything against His Majesty or the common people. They have a clear conscience - since they have a clear conscience, why bother to change their titles?"

The Zhan family has always been a loyal and loyal generation. His father Zhan Shirong has always looked up to the sky and bowed to the earth all his life, and he, Zhan Mingxuan, is also in this life.

This Zhan family is not afraid of gossip at all, let alone the probing or suspicious eyes of the world.

——Then why do they need to ask the emperor to change the title of Na Laoshizi for them?

If they really changed, it would appear that they have a guilty conscience.

"Haha, good, good," the emperor on the high platform laughed after hearing this, stroked his palms, and there was an undisguised expression of approval on his face, "Ming Xuan, since you have such ambition, then this The title will not be changed."

"It's still the same as before, it's called 'Jingyang'!"

"It's just that Uncle Jingyang's Mansion has been sealed off for more than four years, so I might not be able to clean it up for a while, and you are really younger now..."

Mo Jingyao rubbed his chin and murmured softly, Zhan Mingxuan is just seventeen this year, and he is still three years away from the 20-year-old crown.

Although in the past dynasties, there were not a few people who became marquises and worshiped ministers at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but the current Qianping is not in such a chaotic world, and there are not many battles that can be fought. Therefore, the child's current military achievements are indeed a little It's a bit short.

——At least not enough for him to take over Zhan's title at the age of 17 and become the new generation of Uncle Jingyang.

"That's... eh, yes, Mingxuan," Emperor Yun Jing thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows, "I remember that you and your sister are still living in the Duke's mansion, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Hearing the sound, the young man nodded, his expression slightly embarrassed, "Mingxuan is lucky to be taken care of by the Duke's family, and he has not been living on the street yet."

"...It wouldn't be related to living on the street." After hearing this, Mo Jingyao's eyes flickered uncontrollably—look at what this bastard said, those who don't know think he has been messing around for a few years How miserable.

"Cough, then what, or else it's like this, Mingxuan." Emperor Yun Jing, who had been thinking wildly for a while, gave a fake cough and straightened his face, "Before the Jingyang uncle's mansion is tidied up, you will stay in the country for the time being." In the palace, follow Mu Aiqing."

"After the uncle's mansion is cleaned up in the next year, I can move back with my sister."

"As far as inheriting the title...I'm afraid it will have to wait until you are crowned—and before that, you, like Ming Yuan, were appointed as a regular fifth-rank military official in the court. You see, this way how?"

"Your Majesty has arranged it very well. I would like to thank Your Majesty for your grace." Zhan Mingxuan followed his kindness, and immediately flicked his clothes, and politely gave a big gift to the king.

Mo Jingyao's scalp was numb from his beating - Mingxuan is good at everything, but he is so disciplined when he does things, he has to be knocked at every turn and thanked from time to time, he feels that he is about to be beaten by him.

"Okay, get up quickly." Emperor Yun Jing waved his hands, and muttered softly, "Kneeling here and there every day when I have nothing to do, it's New Year's greetings."

"I didn't prepare any red envelopes."

"Ahem—what about Mu Aiqing?" Mo Jing Yao rolled his eyes slightly, glanced coldly at General Mu who was walking with his eyes wide open, and raised his voice slightly, "Do you have any objections to this? "

"Ah? Ah... ahaha, Your Majesty, you are joking." Mu Wenjing who slipped away and was caught on the spot cupped his hands and sneered. How can there be any opinions?"

"Let's not talk about a mere year or so, even if he wants to take Ninglu to live in the Duke's mansion for three more years, until he formally takes over the Zhan family's title when he becomes an adult, the veteran will not have any objections! "

"That's it, then the matter is settled like this." Emperor Yun Jing happily made a decision. In fact, his question about Mu Wenjing behind him was purely unnecessary, and he was just a little unhappy to see him wandering in the sky with joy.

——Damn it, why is it that his brain hurts listening to Liao Zhen's gang of old bastards here, and he can still be distracted while enjoying himself?
Moreover, looking at his silly eyes just now, he was definitely thinking about what to have for lunch.

Mo Jingyao was furious in his heart—damn it, he didn't even have time to think about what he would eat for lunch!

Good brother, he doesn't know if he can share joys and sorrows, but he must share sorrows.

Even if it is really impossible to share the suffering, he must create a condition for him to share the suffering with him!
For example, let him have a headache about his daughter's marriage... or something.

Emperor Yunjing curled his lips silently. He had already communicated with Mo Junli and the others in advance yesterday. Today, he naturally knew that the "wish" of the remaining youngsters was to complete the marriage of Yin girl. .

But the problem is, he knows it well, and Xiao Jing doesn't know it, if he calls A Yan first and then Ming Yuan... Hehe, then this old guy must be scared to death.

Mo Jingyao was so slanderous in his heart, but on his face, he barely suppressed the faintly raised corners of his mouth, pretending to be serious, and gave Mo Junli a covert wink in the hall, put down his sleeves, and tapped the faucet on the chair .

"Ayan." The emperor called softly, and Mo Junli raised his head with a smile when he heard this: "My son is here."

"I remember that you and Ming Yuan and others rushed to Hanze and helped me retreat to the allies. The meritorious service seems to be unfinished. There is still some time to go to the court today, so I will simply discuss your merits and deeds once in a while. A reward for one party." Emperor Yun Jing bent his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

"So, now you have thought about it, what kind of reward do you want to ask me for?"

"Of course I've thought about it." The young man nodded, cupped his hands and smiled with a spring breeze, "Father, my son has nothing else to ask for this time, but I just want to ask Father to help complete a (other people's) marriage."

"Oh? Marriage." Mo Jingyao raised his eyebrows, deliberately prolonging his tone, and at the same time kept looking at Mu Wenjing, "What marriage, whose marriage?"

"Ayan, tell me and listen."

　This wave of Dad belongs to "sit up in shock in dying illness".

　　——What kind of marriage is your marriage? What do you want to do, kid? ?

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