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Chapter 91 Chang An: Hug
Ren Pingsheng was startled, and turned his head to look.

Chang Anping was lying on the bed, Liu Mei frowned slightly, his face was covered with a veil, and he couldn't see whether his red lips moved.

"lady?"

Ren Pingsheng leaned down and approached Chang An who had her eyes closed tightly, trying to hear what she was saying.

"Well"

Chang An let out an indistinct murmur, and exhaled bursts of hot air, which landed on Ren Pingsheng's side face, feeling very warm.

That does not work
Ren Pingsheng no longer hesitated, and said softly: "Ma'am, don't worry, I will go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, went outside, called a maid, and gave some instructions.

soon.

The maid brought a basin of warm water and a basin of cold water.

Ren Pingsheng picked up the handkerchief, soaked it in cold water, folded it into a square, returned to the bed, and gently pressed Chang An's forehead.

"Well"

The first time he touched the cold handkerchief, Chang An's long eyelashes trembled, and Liu's eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng coaxed her softly, and seeing her brows gradually eased, he gently put the handkerchief soaked in cold water on it.

Soak another handkerchief in warm water.

Glancing at Chang An's white neck covered with beads of sweat, he wanted to wipe her body, but was a little hesitant, wondering whether he should do it or not.

Although he and Chang An were husband and wife, they had almost never met each other before this.

Even today, I haven't seen her real face, so I feel offensive to wipe her body hastily.

in fact.

It stands to reason that in this situation, it is not impossible to do some intimate moves.

But after all, Chang'an's mentality has been severely injured, and he can't treat her like other women.

If she wakes up later and finds that she is naked and her PTSD worsens, wouldn't it be counterproductive.

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng no longer struggled, and planned to call a maid to come in.

Just as she was about to get up, a tender hand grabbed her sleeve suddenly.

Looking at Chang An, she saw that her eyebrows were furrowed even tighter, and she could vaguely see her sandalwood lips moving slightly under the veil, making an indistinct murmur.

Ren Pingsheng bent down again and listened attentively. What she said was...don't go.

"Okay, I won't go."

Ren Pingsheng replied softly, sat down again, looked down, his sleeve was still tightly clenched by that jade hand.

It can be seen that Chang An is cold on weekdays, with an appearance of not getting close to strangers, but deep down in his heart, he still desperately longs for company, which is also in line with the characteristics of PTSD patients.

"Having said that, maybe only when she is sick, has a fever, and her consciousness is blurred, can she see the soft side hidden under her cold shell."

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but sighed in his heart, put the handkerchief back into the basin filled with warm water, and waited for Jiang Chuyue to come back.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, there was still no sign of Jiang Chuyue.

On the bed, Chang An's face turned ruddy, but his sweat was increasing.

The clothes were soaked in sweat and stuck tightly to the slender body, reflecting the unevenness of the figure.

When Ren Pingsheng saw it, he didn't feel any charm in his heart, but only worried about his wife.

Chang An's cultivation base has been abolished, and the days to re-cultivate are not long, and his physical fitness is probably no different from that of ordinary people.

She has been wearing sweat-wet clothes and a veil on her face. After a long time, the condition will inevitably worsen. If the burn continues like this, what should I do if I leave sequelae.

With this in mind, Ren Pingsheng made up his mind.

"Can't wait any longer."

He reached out to pick up the handkerchief, and after wringing it dry, he looked at Chang An who was lying quietly on the bed.

After hesitating for a second, he stretched out his hand and pulled her collar aside, and gently wiped the sweat beads on her neck with a handkerchief.

A cry.

Ren Pingsheng looked subconsciously, and saw that Chang An's fair face was smeared with a blush, making it look more rosy, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her breathing became short of breath.

"It's on fire again?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the veil on her face and frowned slightly.

After the fever, her breathing was not as smooth as before, and she was still wearing a veil, so it was no wonder that her face was rosy and her breathing was short.

If it doesn't work, take it off.

The lesser of two evils is just a matter of expediency.

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng made a decision and reached out to touch the veil on Chang An's face.

Chang An's eyelashes trembled before his hands touched the veil.

In the next second, the wet eyes slowly opened.

Looking at Ren Pingsheng slightly confused, his voice trembled: "Don't"

Don't pick it?
Ren Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, and coaxed her softly, trying to coax her to take off her veil.

Chang An's wet eyes glanced aside, still using a small and trembling voice: "No"

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart.

I can't understand why Chang An has such a deep obsession with wearing a veil, even wearing it on the wedding night of the bridal chamber.

Is it just because of low self-esteem, afraid of seeing her destroyed true face?
On second thought, it might not be the case.

As the saying goes, women are the ones who please themselves.

Although Ren Pingsheng and her have never met, but after all, they have the name of husband and wife, and there is a high probability that they are actually husband and wife.

Which young woman is willing to show her ugly side in front of her husband?
Especially when they first met, many young couples had to hold their farts, even if they were uncomfortable, they had to separate before letting go, let alone their disfigured faces.

They were all harmed by the monster race, and sooner or later they will pay for their blood.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were gloomy, he no longer insisted, silently withdrew his hand, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he heard Chang An's delicate voice.

"cold"

Ren Pingsheng looked over and saw Chang An's body trembling slightly. After thinking for a while, he got up and opened the cabinet beside him.

There was a thin silk quilt inside, and some women's clothes, most of which were new clothes prepared by the maids for Chang An, and some of them were brought by Chang An himself.

He took out the thin quilt from the cabinet, unfolded it, and planned to cover it for Chang An, when he vaguely heard the delicate voice sound again.

"hug"

Ren Pingsheng was slightly taken aback.

Did you hear it right?

What Chang An said was hug?
What to hug, hug her, or hug the quilt.

For a moment, Ren Pingsheng was in a daze, looking down, through a veil, he couldn't see Chang An's expression clearly, only her slightly trembling eyelashes, her slightly undulating chest, and that pair of wet beautiful eyes. eye.

Obviously not very familiar with her, with Chang An's character, how could I let myself hug her.

I must have misheard.

Thinking so, Ren Pingsheng unfolded the quilt and gently spread it on Chang An's body.

Moved a chair, sat on the head of the bed, and looked at her quietly.

Chang An's curvy body was huddled under the quilt, only a small head was exposed, and he looked at Ren Pingsheng with watery eyes, as if saying don't leave.

"Ma'am, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here to guard Madam."

Ren Pingsheng stretched out a hand, put it on the quilt, and patted it lightly twice as if soothing.

The voice fell.

Chang An's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ren Pingsheng was still worried about letting a patient with a high fever wear a veil all the time.

After pondering for a few seconds, he coaxed softly: "I'll cover my eyes and take off the veil for Madam, okay?"

Chang An, who closed her eyes tightly, shook her head slightly.

Ren Pingsheng said: "I assure Madam that it is for Madam's benefit that I never open my eyes and take off the veil. If I keep wearing the veil and my breathing becomes difficult, the condition will worsen."

This time.

Chang An didn't shake his head, but he didn't agree either. His eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was struggling.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng felt a little helpless.

As expected, Chang An and Yun He are sisters, with the same childishness.

However, Yun He's childishness is due to his young age and being too well protected.

And Chang An is childish.
It should be from the self-enclosure after the injury.

After a few seconds of silence, Ren Pingsheng spoke again, softly saying as if coaxing a child: "Madam is obedient."

The voice fell.

Chang An's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, his head nodded slightly.

The movement is very light, but it can be seen that it is nodding.

Is this agreed?
Ren Pingsheng was overjoyed and wanted to find something to cover his eyes. Before he got up, he heard footsteps outside the house.

Turning his head to look, he saw a small figure walking outside the window, followed by another person.

Then, Jiang Chuyue's soft voice sounded.

"My lord, the servant girl is back!"

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Ren Pingsheng originally planned to ask Jiang Chuyue to hand over the token of entering the palace to the guards, and let the guards go to invite the imperial doctor, but unexpectedly she ran away by herself.

Feeling helpless, he opened his mouth and said, "Go in."

The door is pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Chuyue walked in, followed by an imperial doctor in official uniform.

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyes and found that the imperial doctor was a woman, she looked young, and she was holding a medicine box in her hand.

"Your Majesty, this is Imperial Physician Zhao, who has excellent medical skills and is well-known in the capital."

Jiang Chuyue introduced.

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly, gave up his seat, and said softly, "Please trouble Dr. Zhao."

"Your Majesty, please be polite."

Doctor Zhao replied without further words, walked to Chang An's side, reached out to take Chang An's slender jade arm out of the bed, and began to feel the pulse.

After a while, she withdrew her hand, looked at Chang An's face, observed it carefully for a moment, then closed her eyes again, looking very focused, as if she was listening to something.

Ren Pingsheng and Jiang Chuyue stood aside, holding their breath and waiting quietly.

Time passed, and after a stick of incense, Imperial Doctor Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and said calmly: "Your Highness is overthinking, and the soul is damaged. Don't worry too much, just take care of it carefully."

Primordial spirit damaged?

Ren Pingsheng glanced at Chang An with a dazed look on his face.

Chang An has been staying in the house for the past few days, why did he overthink for no reason, so that his soul was damaged?

Could it be because of PTSD?

As a warrior, Ren Pingsheng's understanding of Yuanshen was too shallow, and he couldn't figure out the reason, so he kept this matter in his heart and didn't think about it anymore.

Looking at Imperial Doctor Zhao, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Imperial Doctor Zhao."

"Your Majesty is polite, I will leave as an official."

Doctor Zhao nodded slightly, stood up and planned to leave.

"The imperial doctor stays behind."

At this time, Ren Pingsheng interrupted her.

Doctor Zhao stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Ren Pingsheng, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Ren Pingsheng asked, "Does Doctor Zhao know how to take care of the primordial spirit? Do you want to prescribe some medicine?"

Doctor Zhao shook his head: "His Royal Highness's condition is not serious, there is no need to take medicine, just rest and recuperate, just don't leave the soul in the near future."

With Chang An's current cultivation base, can the primordial spirit be separated from the body?

Ren Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, nodded, took out a stack of bank notes from his pocket, handed it to Imperial Physician Zhao, and said, "Thank you Imperial Physician for treating my wife, maybe I will trouble the Imperial Physician in the future, my lord." Be careful, not respect."

Doctor Zhao glanced at the bank note and said indifferently: "It is the duty of a subordinate official to treat Her Royal Highness the princess. Furthermore, although a subordinate official is of the eighth rank, his salary is enough to support his family. His Royal Highness's heart, the subordinate official's heart." .”

After speaking, without stopping, turned and left.

Ren Pingsheng didn't care, looked at Jiang Chuyue, and asked, "What happened to your senior sister recently, why are you overthinking?"

"Senior sister has been staying at the mansion, what can happen?"

Jiang Chuyue shook her head lightly, thought for a while, and then said: "If you really say that you are overthinking something, it's probably because you feel that Shizi spends too little time with her."

Ren Pingsheng fell into silence when he heard the words.

at this time.

Jiang Chuyue seemed to have thought of something, walked up to Ren Pingsheng, glanced at Chang An who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, tiptoed, leaned into his ear, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I secretly told the son , senior sister likes the prince to call her madam very much."

After finishing speaking, she blinked her eyes and said playfully: "Maybe, senior sister is pretending to be sick now, just wanting the son to spend more time with her and calling her madam in her ear."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Chang An who was on the bed.

She was still the same as before, the tips of her hair were wet with sweat, messily stuck to her forehead, her brows were slightly frowned, she looked very uncomfortable.

If this is pretending to be sick, then Chang An's acting skills are probably even more superb than many stars in the previous life.

Ren Pingsheng thought so, ignored her, walked to the side of the bed, put Chang An's arm on the quilt, stuffed it back under the quilt, and covered the quilt again.

Seeing that her smooth and jade-like forehead was still dripping with sweat, she looked at Jiang Chuyue behind her and said, "Here are warm water and handkerchiefs, and there are clean new clothes in the closet. Wipe your body with warm water for your senior sister, and then Put on new clothes."

Jiang Chuyue reminded: "Your Majesty can't tell Senior Sister Ni, if Senior Sister hears this, she will be unhappy."

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Ren Pingsheng couldn't understand her brain circuit at all, and he didn't know how to mention this.

Just now she was speechless, and heard her say again: "My wife is very good what Shizi told Yuyu Zhao just now. Senior sister must like to hear it very much. If Shizi tells more, senior sister's illness will be cured immediately."

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The corners of Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Chuyue glanced at Chang An on the bed, seeing that she didn't respond, she looked away, walked to the edge of the bed, reached out to pick up the handkerchief in warm water, wrung it dry, and lifted the quilt on her body.

Just as she was about to reach for the ribbon around her waist, she seemed to have thought of something, turned her head to look at Ren Pingsheng, blinked, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, do you want to stay and supervise her?"

Before Ren Pingsheng could speak, she said to herself: "Senior sister won't mind, my son can stay closer."

Before he finished speaking, there was a trance in his eyes, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Ren Pingsheng didn't notice this scene, ignored her, looked at Chang An who was on the sick bed, and said, "Madam, take a good rest. After a while, I will come to accompany Madam again."

After speaking, he stepped out.

Only Jiang Chuyue and Chang An were left in the room.

Jiang Chuyue stood at the same spot, her expression dazed for a few seconds, then she regained her agility, covered her head, and said angrily: "Senior Sister is just lying to others, and attacking their souls, it's too bullying, thanks People were worried about Senior Sister just now!"

on the bed.

Chang An opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Chuyue, his gaze was cold, and slowly uttered a word: "Get lost."

Jiang Chuyue curled her lips, and said angrily, "Senior Sister values ​​sex over friends, and I will tell Shizi later that Senior Sister has always been thinking about his body!"

Chang An heard the words, did not speak, but looked at her with cold eyes.

a while.

Jiang Chuyue finally lost her momentum, sat down on a chair, and said, "When will Senior Sister plan to tell Shizi, in fact, Senior Sister is..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Boom boom boom!
Chang An heard the voice and hurriedly closed his eyes.

"Who?" Jiang Chuyue looked towards the door and asked.

"Tao'er, come and bring hot water to Madam."

Tao'er is the little maid in the house, and she is responsible for delivering meals to this courtyard on weekdays.

"Ah."

Jiang Chuyue responded, walked to the door, took the water basin, looked at Tao'er, and said, "Ma'am, I will take care of you here, you can go down."

"Yes, Miss Chuyue."

Tao'er bowed and turned to leave.

Jiang Chuyue returned to the bed with hot water, did not continue the topic just now, and said instead: "Senior sister is really not easy, in order to hook up with the prince, she even used tricks like pretending to be sick, but it's a pity that the prince doesn't understand I don’t know what the senior sister wants.”

Hearing this, Chang An felt ashamed and annoyed. He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Chuyue, got up slowly, and reached out to take off the veil.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuyue hurriedly confessed: "Senior sister, I was wrong, I will stop talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, Chang An stopped fussing with her, lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuyue was slightly taken aback, observed carefully, and realized something after a while, opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised: "Senior sister is really injured?"

Chang An didn't answer.

"What's going on?" Jiang Chuyue couldn't help asking.

Chang An still didn't answer.

"Before coming to the capital, the master specially told me to protect my senior sister. If my senior sister is like this, how can I explain to my master when I go back to Taibai Mountain?"

After Jiang Chuyue finished speaking, seeing that her senior sister remained silent, she said angrily: "Senior sister will leave her body in the future, so she must tell her, otherwise she will write a letter to tell Master now, and her senior sister said to return to Beijing. It is to explore the avenue, to comprehend forgetfulness, in fact, it is to covet a certain man's body."

Hearing this, Chang An slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he made a gesture to take off the veil.

"It's useless, it's useless, as long as I don't look at it, no matter how ugly my senior sister is, she won't scare me!"

As Jiang Chuyue said, she closed her eyes forcefully. To be on the safe side, she stretched out her hands and covered her eyes with the back of her hands.

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Chang An was silent for a few seconds, then said slowly, "Okay."

When Jiang Chuyue heard this, she opened her eyes and looked at her senior sister through her fingers. Seeing that her senior sister was still wearing a veil, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The Gu worms of the Yaozu are really powerful.

The senior sister's face would explode at a glance, and it is no exaggeration to say that she would have nightmares for a few days.

Therefore, she was really afraid that the senior sister would take off her veil.

"Senior Sister, make it clear that the word "good" refers to the fact that the soul will leave the body and tell others in the future, or it means that people will write letters to Master."

Jiang Chuyue knows her senior sister very well, and she is very serious on the surface, but in fact she is more narrow-minded than her, so she must say something clearly.

"The next time the soul is out of the body, I will tell you."

Chang An spoke slowly, his voice was cold and weak at the same time.

Hearing her voice, Jiang Chuyue finally sensed the abnormality and made a judgment, the senior sister was seriously injured!

Looking at it this way, the weakness and confusion just now are real, not a disguise.

Thinking of this, she felt a little distressed, and couldn't help asking: "Who hurt Senior Sister?"

Chang An was silent for a few seconds, then said calmly, "The unknown."

The strength of the soul of the senior sister can be regarded as the top group among the four ranks.

Can the unknown person hurt the senior sister?
Jiang Chuyue didn't believe this statement, but the senior sister didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Senior sister is not allowed to take any more risks next time, you have to take a good rest, otherwise you don't know when you will recover."

After finishing speaking, soaked the handkerchief in hot water, wrung it dry, looked at Chang An, and raised his eyebrows: "Senior Sister, come here and ask him to wipe his body."

Hearing this, Chang An silently moved into the bed, and said calmly, "No need."

Jiang Chuyue smiled and said: "Senior sister is not good."

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Chang An was silent.

Jiang Chuyue held a handkerchief in one hand, lifted the thin quilt on Chang An's body with the other hand, and said with a smile, "Senior sister, don't be shy, just treat her like a prince."

Hearing this, Chang An couldn't bear it any longer, and rarely experienced emotional fluctuations, and said in a slightly embarrassing voice: "What nonsense are you talking about."

"Is what people said wrong?"

Jiang Chuyue raised her eyebrows, before Chang An could answer, she said, "Senior Sister, don't struggle, hurry up and let her be healthy."

The voice fell.

Holding a handkerchief, he jumped on it.

Royal Palace.

Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhaowu sat on the dragon chair, watching the battle report sent from the south, his brows were tightly frowned, and his whole body was as motionless as a sculpture.

After maintaining this posture for a long time, he breathed out a foul breath and sighed: "Without Chang'an, with only King Jingnan and King Ning, the situation in the south will be unstable after all."

Behind.

The eunuch Wang Zheng, the supervisor of ceremonies, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing that the emperor was in a bad mood, he hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed back his original words.

Emperor Zhaowu didn't notice this scene and continued to browse the memorial.

Half an hour later, after reading all the memorials on the Long Case, he asked casually, "What happened in the capital today?"

Wang Zheng hurriedly replied: "If you go back to the Holy Majesty, there is indeed something, and the servant just wanted to report it to the Holy Majesty."

"Oh?"

When Emperor Zhaowu heard the words, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Zheng, quite curious: "What makes you lose your temper, let's talk about it."

"Yes."

Wang Zheng saluted, and said: "This morning, in Sajin Street, Anping Bozi Li Yifan had a dispute with the staff of Chunfengtang because of trivial matters..."

Emperor Zhaowu interrupted: "Chunfeng Hall?"

Wang Zheng explained: "It's a shop specializing in yang-strengthening elixirs and beauty elixirs. It was opened by the Prince of Zhenbei and Baiyun Temple. It has become very popular in the capital recently."

Aphrodisiac and beauty elixir.

Emperor Zhaowu didn't expect that these three words could be linked together, and they were also related to Prince Zhenbei and Baiyun Temple. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly: "Continue."

"Yes."

Wang Zheng continued: "It was nothing at first, it was just a small fight. Later, Uncle Anping insulted the Prince of Zhenbei and His Highness Chang An, and it didn't take long for the Prince of Zhenbei to rush over."

He described the whole incident in great detail, even clearly explaining the details that the onlookers didn't notice.

After talking about the time for a stick of incense, he finally said:

"The Prince of Zhenbei broke Uncle Anping's limbs and crippled his sea of ​​energy. Uncle Anping stopped him, but was stopped by Yuan Shilang from the Ministry of Punishment. Besides, there was a strong man hidden in the dark, Yi Yuan God blocked part of Anpingbo's aura"

"If I remember correctly, Uncle An Ping is a fifth-rank martial artist. If he can block his blow with his soul, he should be a fourth-rank consummation. He is only one step away from entering the extraordinary."

When Emperor Zhaowu said this, he seemed to think of something, and stopped abruptly, remaining silent.

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "My servant guesses that it is His Highness Chang An."

Emperor Zhaowu turned a deaf ear and asked, "What is Uncle Anping's cultivation?"

The marquis of the capital and the earl add up to two or three hundred people, and their offspring are innumerable, and only the best of them can be remembered by the emperor.

Li Yifan's martial arts talent is not bad in Anping Bo's lineage, but in the whole capital it seems mediocre, the emperor naturally cannot remember it.

"Seventh Grade." Wang Zheng replied.

Emperor Zhaowu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Wang Zheng: "You said just now that Ren Pingsheng lost Uncle Anping's ability to fight back with just one punch."

"Return to the Holy One, it is true."

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Emperor Zhaowu fell into silence, and it took him a while to speak: "It's only been half a month since he stepped into the eighth rank, but he has such strength. It's really a tiger father without a dog."

Wang Zheng didn't speak.

There was silence in the Qianqing palace.

Soon.

Emperor Zhaowu spoke again: "Xia Miao in a few days, ask him to participate too. Bring that knife."

"Yes, my lord."

Wang Zheng responded, with a look of hesitation on his pale and needless face, and said: "This servant thinks that Xia Miao's reward is too common for the Prince of Zhenbei, and he may not try his best."

"It makes sense."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded slightly, lost in thought.

aside.

Wang Zheng said: "My maidservant thinks that it is better to arrest the prince of Zhenbei on the grounds of murder and wounding, and make him perform crimes and meritorious deeds. As long as he enters the top ten of Xia Miao, he will be able to increase his reputation. If he can be pardoned in a logical way, then the controversy among the officials will be settled, and Uncle Anping will be convinced."

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Ren Pingsheng took action to punish Bozi Anping, both emotionally and rationally. The controversy among the officials was nothing more than the issue of cutting the vassal. Ren Pingsheng occupied eight of the eight proposals. , they will clamor.

As for Uncle Anping, whether he is convinced or not, what does he have to do with me and the court? "

When Wang Zheng heard the words, he hurriedly said: "It's because the slaves didn't think carefully."

Emperor Zhaowu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a clear and pleasant voice from outside.

"My son begged to see his father."

It is Yun and Princess Liu Yunmeng.

(End of this chapter)