The next day, Zhou Shuren attended the early morning court, standing at the palace gate and looking up at the sky. Today it was overcast and windy, really cold. Now that the autumn harvest was over, winter would soon come, and he hated attending the early morning court in winter.
Zhou Shuren pulled his cloak tighter around him, feeling the cold, and didn't notice the inconspicuous glances at him. Who let him have a cloak with a hood that covered everything?
There were no significant matters in today's morning court, and the Emperor dismissed everyone shortly.
Zhou Shuren stepped out of the hall and noticed the waiting Elder Wen, continuing to walk forward without looking sideways.
Elder Wen's beard moved with the wind. Gathering his energy several times, he finally caught up, "Marquis Zhou, may I have a word?"
Earl Ye regretted it greatly, as he spoke too late.
Zhou Shuren stopped his steps, "Do you have a matter to discuss?"
