The goddess of manufacturing who travels through the ninja world

ps: This chapter is still relatively short. The important thing is to clarify the lines and then bring them together. w"

"You're welcome, Young Master, please take a seat."

Then Cai Jing ordered someone to make tea and said, "You two came one after the other. You must be worried about the strange tone in your Majesty's words today."

"Prime Minister Cai Mingjian." Zhu Meng picked up the tea and quickly put it down, "Li Yan's words today were weird, and he couldn't be sure of his humble position, so he didn't say anything in the court. I hope Prime Minister Cai won't worry too much."

Cai Jing said: "It is your duty to worry about disasters. Although you are good at observing words and emotions, the country belongs to your Majesty after all, so I will continue to talk today. If we continue to argue, it will only annoy the officials."

"Then what is the purpose of what Prime Minister Cai said today?"

Wang Fu frowned and said, "Fu doesn't even understand."

Cai Jing shook his head, "I'm afraid... I can only ask the Prime Minister and Li Yan. They went out to the deep palace, and they are the only ones who know the situation best. However, now that Privy Tong is currently supervising the army in the west, I am afraid that for a while After a while, he still couldn't come back. But Li Yan didn't say a word, but he seemed to be afraid of someone. I just don't know whether this person is His Majesty or someone else, I still don't know."

He stood up holding the table, tapping his fingers on the table, and glanced at the two of them, "If that person exists, maybe we should toughen up and force him out."

"What if there isn't that person?" Wang Fu asked.

Cai Jing stroked his gray beard, walked two steps in the hall, and snorted coldly, "It would be better if nothing...step by step...what should be done...or... ....It’s okay to force the officials.”

Wang Fu and Zhu Meng looked at each other and held their hands in tacit understanding.

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Roufu Palace was built independently next to Kunning Palace, and its style is slightly different from that of its surroundings.

"Call Xiao Nanzi in."

A cold and soft sound came from the closed palace door. With a creak, a palace maid with a solemn face invited a eunuch holding a dust in his hand outside to enter.

"Today, I heard that there seems to be something wrong with Chao Shang... Xiao Nanzi... tell me." In the curtain, a woman was sitting and dressing slowly.

Li Yan hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "I am like a concubine... even the little one doesn't know..."

"Fool...me? Huh?" The figure in the bead curtain stopped moving, and his tone became colder and unkind, "Where did the note in your Majesty's hand come from? You, a slave, don't know? And... In the past four years... Where has that little eunuch been hiding? Why are all of them so secretive? I really want to know how he trained you."

"This this...."

Li Yan's big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he kowtowed and said, "Empress, I really don't know. That Xiao Ping'er and Eunuch Hai are always wary of others except Your Majesty. Even I don't know where I'm hiding."

"Okay, since I don't know, forget it."

The woman dragged her long skirt and walked past Li Yan, signaling the maid to bring him a stool for him to sit on and talk without being so nervous.

"Then tell me everything that happened in the court today, otherwise you will know how powerful it is..."

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On the other side, the inner residence of Funing Palace.

Hai Dafu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing with his eyes closed. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the window. He opened his eyes slightly, and a gap opened slightly in the paper window. A note was handed in, and then the window was closed again.

He went over, picked up the note, opened it, and carefully read the big words on it several times with an expressionless expression.

Immediately, the paper ball was ignited on the fire candle and burned. Soon a chamberlain quietly entered the inner house and came out quickly, dictating a message secretly. Everyone who got the message couldn't help but pinch the thing in their hands, whether it was a weapon, dust, or a dinner plate.

In the dead silence of the palace late at night, an inexplicable emotion began to ferment vaguely.

And someone in Yanfu Palace also received the message.

He had already gone to bed. At this moment, he put his clothes on the piece of paper and wrote the word "quasi" firmly on the paper. Then he handed it to the person who came and waved it away.

At this moment, Zhao Ji lay back on the dragon couch with a smile on his lips.