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After all the problems were reported one by one, Qi Cheng left the study room with the medicine soup.

He didn't understand why his master, who used to be able to plan and strategize but always chose to remain silent, suddenly began to reveal his strength.

In just three days, all the secret agents who had been deployed before, from the Shangshu Zaifu to the eunuchs and servants, were reactivated.

The evidence in the master's hands and the scientific research talents he has controlled over the years are enough to replace the entire Zhou Yuan.

But why is all this happening? It is clear that the master used to be the most selfless...

Qi Cheng's doubts were answered when he returned to the palace from the Ministry of Justice that night.

When he ran back to the palace to report an emergency, he saw the Prince of Chang'an, who was ordered by the emperor to rest in the palace, nestling in his master's arms and eating tea cakes...

Little Qin Nangui was pretending to be sick, but that didn't stop him from crying loudly when he found out his aunt was sick.

Several times when the child cried and begged not to die, Meng Jiao wanted to tell the truth about pretending to be sick, but her sister-in-law was worried that the child could not hide the truth, so she stopped her from saying it.

So Meng Jiao was stared at by the crying child for the whole day, and she didn't eat much at night.

Unexpectedly, just when he ran to Zishu Hexuan's place to steal some cakes, he was caught by his secret guards.

Eating is not new, but what Meng Jiao cares about is that she will become the mistress of these people in the future. If she nestles in someone else's arms like this, wouldn't she lose her heroic image?

However, after not seeing her for two days, how could He Xuan, who had been missing her sick, bear to let her go? He rested his head on her left shoulder, and held her with his arms to prevent her from moving. Then he raised his eyes to look at Qi Cheng.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Qi Cheng secretly swallowed his saliva, and was a little stunned.

Did the master glare at him just now? Right? Right?

Besides, isn't the master the one who values ​​rules the most? Why would he be willing to let someone eat beside his piano table?

Seeing Zishu and Hexuan's cold expression, Qi Cheng quickly came back to his senses, coughed twice and began to report.

"Ahem, Master, that... the prince secretly asked Deadpool to replace the Saint of Southern Border. The brothers have already stopped him, but... uh..."

As he was talking, Qi Cheng looked at a certain general who was bending one leg and looked extremely domineering even when he was being circled, and added hesitantly,

"That...the Saintess of Southern Border said she wanted to see the Master, saying she had something Zhou Yuanguo wanted."

Meng Jiao pried open Zishu Hexuan's hands, sat up straight, and her aura instantly returned to its casual and powerful state.

"Did she reveal what it was?"

Qi Cheng glanced at his master who acquiesced, and no longer concealed anything.

"She didn't say anything specific, only about Xiling and Xia Yi. She refused to say anything else and demanded that she would only tell the master after she saw him in person."

Hearing the name Xia Yi, Meng Jiao couldn't help but lower her eyes and ponder.

He stuffed the last piece of tea cake in his hand into his mouth and was about to pinch off the residue on it, but Zishu Hexuan suddenly took his hand.

Seeing him wiping carefully, Meng Jiao couldn't help but feel that compared with him, she was really the one who lived a rough life.

"Um...what do you think? They'll have to see you before they tell you, why don't you go over there?"

Zishu Hexuan looked up at her and continued to wipe his hands attentively. He couldn't help but frowned when he saw the new calluses on them.

"Have you been secretly practicing shooting again these past two days?"

Meng Jiao touched her nose awkwardly, not knowing how to explain.

God knows if he is the legendary ginseng fruit. After waking up that day, I pestered him and kissed him for a long time. Who would have thought that when I woke up the next day, the scabs on the wound began to itch.

Plus, she was lying in bed pretending to be sick for the whole day, and she couldn't stay idle...

"Left hand, left hand... I didn't use much strength."

The study was surprisingly quiet, and Qi Cheng didn't know what expression to make when looking at this strange scene.

After finally wiping his hands, Zishu Hexuan threw a token towards Qi Cheng. Qi Cheng looked down and found that it was undoubtedly the Queen Mother's badge.

"Tell her that she has no right to negotiate. If she speaks up, she may not be saved. If she doesn't speak up, she will definitely die. Don't reveal your identity for now."

"Yes"

Qi Cheng responded and retreated obediently.

When he completely disappeared, Meng Jiao pinched Zishu Hexuan's chin, turned the person who deliberately didn't look at her back, and kissed him.

"He Xuan, I missed you so much these past two days."

A moment of surprise flashed across his eyes, and Zishu Hexuan, who had not received a promise but instantly calmed down, closed his eyes and chased after him.

He likes to follow the rules because he can control everything, but she is the only one he can neither control nor give up...

Although she was unwilling, facing Zishu Hexuan, whose kissing skills were becoming more and more proficient, Meng Jiao could only collapse helplessly into his arms.

"Are you really not going to meet the Saintess from Southern Xinjiang? I think she just wants to live, so she will choose to tell the truth."

He pecked her neck gently to calm her breathing, and pulled out her hand that had dug into his clothes and was making a mess. Zishu Hexuan frowned uncomfortably, and his idea of ​​marrying her home became even stronger.

"How much do you know about Southern Xinjiang?"

Meng Jiao smacked her lips, regretting that she was not touched as long today as she was that night.

"I don't know much about the others, but I have heard a few words about this saint.

The so-called saint girl is more like a common wife of the royal family. The southern border is cold and damp all year round and there are poisonous insects as companions. There are very few women who can survive and successfully give birth to children.

These saints were selected from childhood and brought into the royal family for training so that they could be sent to the beds of the royal family after they "matured".

So I think she will not let go of this chance to survive, and maybe she can get some useful information out of it."

Zishu Hexuan's pair of black eyes remained calm. He thought that since she said it was useful, it would not be impossible to ask someone to dig it out again.

In the following days, Meng Jiao stayed at home under the pretext of recuperating from her injuries, and she never refused any visitors who came to test her under the pretext of visiting her.

Although he seemed to be lying in the mansion doing nothing, he had actually arranged for Qian Kun, under the leadership of Yue Nishang, to collect all the medicinal materials around and secretly send them to the border.

On the other hand, Zishu He Xuan had already begun to arrange people to put pressure on the court from time to time. The common people complained from time to time, and even if the emperor wanted to suppress them, there was nothing he could do.

The previously arranged candidates for the Hanlin Academy and the Zhongshu Academy also took office when mistakes occurred in the autumn examination and the emperor was furious.

The Hanlin Academy recorded daily life and compiled historical books, while the Zhongshu Academy conveyed imperial orders.

In this way, the emperor's every move was controlled by Zishu Hexuan without his knowledge.

The Queen Mother sensed something was wrong and began to summon Zishu He Xuan again and again. Although she did not receive any refusal, she also noticed that his attitude was becoming increasingly cold.

However, when she tried to contact her mother's clan to check and balance him, she found that the initiative was no longer in her hands.

These years have been Zishu Hexuan's own step-by-step development. It can be said that the prosperity of her and her mother's family today is even dependent on Zishu Hexuan's reputation.

The reason why those literati and scholars respected his literature was partly due to the fame of his mother clan in his early years, but today, it is his real talent and knowledge that counts.