Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Liu Feng was discussing with Yu Huayao heatedly about "whether there is still father-son affection" and "whether they are truly loyal to His Majesty". Chu Qingqing was walking behind them, but suddenly grabbed Liu Feng's wrist and signaled him to shut up.

After all, Liu Feng was a personal attendant of the Emperor, so he instantly realized that there was someone following him, and that person's martial arts skills were quite good.

He restrained his smile, but did not forget that Yu Huayao, as the emperor's favorite servant, and the future queen Chu Qingqing should have an incompatible relationship. Just as he was about to remind him and turned around, he saw a figure flash by behind the pillar.

"Who!" Now that he had found the person, Liu Feng was not in a hurry to disguise himself. He shouted coldly and drew his sword, ready to chase after him.

But he was still a little far away from the pillar, and when he chased after the figure, it had disappeared, and no breath remained.

Yu Huayao was a little nervous: "Who was it? Did they eavesdrop on our conversation?"

"Probably not." Chu Qingqing shook her head. She was always very sensitive to such things. She had even noticed the approach of the Regent, let alone someone who was just a suspected secret guard.

"But still be careful, we go separately."

The three people left in a hurry. In the corner, Han Zhou looked at this scene in confusion, and his doubts deepened.

Ever since Young Master Xianming reunited with his master's old friend, Han Zhou felt that everything was starting to go wrong. He came here today just to find out about His Majesty's current situation so that he could go back and report to his master.

But why... these three people don't dislike each other as they expected, especially Yu Huayao and Chu Qingqing.

Just a moment later, Han Zhou was attracted by another thing, the token under his belt when Liu Feng drew his sword and approached the pillar.

The master did not trust Song Yanwen to do things, and asked him to come and check after the real and fake tokens were exchanged. Compared with the previous few days, the lace had obviously changed its position. Did Liu Feng know that the token on his body was fake? !

Han Zhou's frosty face became even tighter. He quickly glanced at the little emperor and left.

There is nothing to investigate anyway. The little emperor either stays with the regent or goes out to play all day. There is simply no third way.

Han Zhou returned to the Prince's courtyard and hurriedly told Mu Zhongzheng what he had discovered. As soon as he approached him, he smelled a special fragrance on him that was stronger than in the past few days. It came from his old friend, Young Master Xianming.

"Why don't you continue?" Mu Zhong looked at him, and the surprise in his expression did not seem fake.

Han Zhou lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you really only regard Master Xianming as a close friend?"

"Of course, he is a very important helper in our plan to seize power." Mu Zhongzheng admitted frankly.

"Why is the master's clothes full of the scent of Young Master Xianming?" Han Zhou continued to ask with his head down.

"Really?" Mu Zhongzheng raised his sleeves and asked, not caring much, "He lives in the other courtyard, and burns a lot of incense all day long. I often go to discuss with him, so it's inevitable that I will be contaminated."

"But the token problem you just mentioned is not surprising if it is discovered after a few days. Don't scare yourself. After all, we have already used the token to plant people in the Night Banquet Hall."

Mu Zhongzheng touched Han Zhou's head earnestly and said, "You have been too suspicious lately."

Han Zhou: “…”

He really wanted to say that Master, you have become less and less vigilant recently, and you have to deal with Jie Zhiwei.

Han Zhou sighed and could only secretly plan his own retreat.

The master never had any intention of killing the little emperor, he just hoped that even if the plan failed... he could spare the master's life.

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On the eve of the night banquet in the palace, Jinchen summoned Mu Zhongzheng to the meeting hall.

No matter how far-sighted Mu Zhongzheng was, he had no idea what Jinchen was going to do by summoning him to an audience at this critical juncture.

Although feeling uneasy, Mu Zhongzheng found that Jinchen seemed particularly relaxed tonight, even more relaxed than when they met before.

Is there something happy happening?

"Your Majesty looks good today." Mu Zhongzheng greeted him and was invited to sit in front of the window, staring at the young emperor across the tea table.

"When the bitter summer wears off, your complexion will naturally improve."

Jinchen responded casually, but his mind was not on the small talk. After chatting for a few sentences, he gradually got to the point.

This was his last chance to give Mu Chongzheng.

"Cousin, do you still remember the last words that our father told you and me before he passed away?"

Why did you bring up the late emperor for no reason?

Mu Zhongzheng was still full of doubts, and he only replied: "Let me take good care of Your Majesty, and let you and I hold on to our hearts... The most precious thing must not be eroded by the imperial power."

When he said the last sentence, Mu Zhongzheng's speech speed suddenly slowed down, and the doubts in his heart increased instead of disappeared. If he didn't know that the little emperor never understood these twists and turns, he would have thought that Jinchen already knew all the plans.

"I remember it too." Jin Chen's expression never changed. He picked up the lotus seeds, peeled off the lotus core and put it into his mouth. Compared with the emperor, he was more like a pampered young man from a noble family.

"If someone else were here, the most important thing to me would be the people of the world and the country. But I am tired of saying these words all the time. It is just the duty of an emperor."

He ate the lotus seeds with a smile, looked at Mu Zhongzheng and said, "To be honest, the most important thing to me now is my little uncle."

Mu Zhongzheng: "..."

guessed.

But what does this have to do with me.

You called me into the palace to show off your love!

Mu Zhongzheng's eyes twitched a few times, and he lowered his head to respond: "Yes, I see."

The entire palace can be seen!

Jin Chen seemed not to notice his silence, and asked with curiosity and expectation: "Then what is the most important thing for my cousin right now?"

Mu Zhongzheng suddenly raised his eyes. He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Jinchen’s expression was momentarily cold, but it disappeared very quickly.

With his hands hidden on the table and clenched into fists, the first answer that came to Mu Zhongzheng's mind was of course... the throne.

He frowned, but of course he couldn't just say that, so he said slowly: "As your majesty said, he is also the most important person in your heart."

"Ah...your little servant." Jin Chen looked like he was watching a show, "How about we hold a night banquet in the palace tomorrow, and I will issue an imperial decree to grant you two a marriage."

"Well, thank you, Your Majesty." Mu Zhongzheng closed his eyes as he bowed his head to express his gratitude, and sighed slightly in his heart.

"Cousin, will you be loyal to me?" Jin Chen rested his chin on the table with his palm, and looked up at him with a smile on his face, "I trust you very much."

Mu Zhongzheng gave a vague answer this time and resigned soon after.

Jinchen thought that he already knew the answer to Mu Zhongzheng's question.

It’s not that he couldn’t see that Mu Zhongzheng had many plans, but for some reason he didn’t intend to take his life like in the original plot, so he gave him one last chance.

But wanting to kill Jie Zhiwei is equivalent to killing him.

Jinchen watched Mu Zhongzheng's leaving back silently, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.