Today is also a day to exploit system loopholes

Yesterday, after Jin Queli re-copied his homework in immature fonts, he sat obediently in front of the desk, waiting for his prime minister to come back.

He waited for a long time, thinking that the prime minister had something important to do and was delayed.But from when the sun was at its hottest, until the sun was about to disappear, and he didn't wait for that person to come back...

As time passed, Jin Queli's hand holding the pen became tighter and tighter.The light brown pupils with a hint of gold were full of panic and embarrassment.

He never came back, are you angry?

But what is he angry about?

After thinking about it, the object tightly clenched in his hand suddenly made a 'click' sound!

When he lowered his head again, the writing brush that he held tightly to conceal his emotions had been split in two and broken into two pieces.

In the evening, the maid newly assigned by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to deliver meals to Jin Que Liduan advised, "Your Highness, it's getting so late today, the Prime Minister should have left the palace and returned to the residence."

"Don't wait any longer, let's eat first. If there is something urgent, won't your lord come over tomorrow anyway?"

Perhaps it was because Jin Queli's exquisite little face was too deceptive, when the court lady faced him, she didn't feel restrained in the face of her master.While setting the bowls and chopsticks, he said everything he thought in his heart one by one.

Yeah, see you tomorrow...

Jin Queli forced a smile, and said forcedly: "I see, you can leave the food here and go down."

The maid nodded, because His Highness the Seventh Prince never liked having people standing by while eating.So she didn't pay much attention to it, put down all the dishes in the food box, and left.

Why is the prime minister so angry...

Is it because of a misunderstanding that he asked someone to do his homework for him?

Or did he find out that he could actually write, and was angry that he lied to him?

Anyway, he couldn't be angry at himself for not showing him the slap print on his butt.

While thinking about this question, Jin Queli opened the rice bowl with chopsticks as usual, and took out a piece of white silk cloth from underneath.

The silk cloth is what Yao Ji used to exchange news with him.

The silk cloth looks like a small piece of white cloth, but in fact, there are densely packed small characters all over the white cloth.It's just that the potion for writing is very special, and the words on it will appear only when it sees blood.

If it is just to convey some trivial news, it is not enough to use such a complicated method.

But maybe Yaoji couldn't get used to him living too comfortably, so she always thought of other ways to make him feel better.

In contrast, Jin Queli just sneered in his heart without much emotion.

Isn't it just blood?

If she can let her guard down and exchange so many lives with such a little blood, then he will not lose.

As usual, he pulled out the dagger from the sole of his shoe, opened his sleeve, and slashed at a place on his arm that was not easily seen by others.

There are not many blood vessels in the incision, so the blood flow is very slow, and the blood can only flow out after being squeezed bit by bit.

Jin Queli spent a lot of effort before the white cloth was completely soaked in blood, and the words on it gradually emerged...

On the silk cloth is a list of a small number of unimportant southern Xinjiang details.She wanted to put herself in the Jin Dynasty gradually, but she was afraid that he would defect, so she only dared to give such a dispensable detailed list.

If it is done, it is naturally a great achievement.If it fails, the loss is not too great, and the responsibility can be pushed to Jin Queli.

She had a good plan.

However, just because he is the less important person, the more unscrupulous he is when he betrays...

After memorizing the few detail lists on the silk cloth, Jin Queli wanted to burn the silk cloth as usual.Suddenly, he noticed that there was a line of small characters written on the back of the silk cloth.

Although there were only two short sentences, it was enough to sting the eyes.

"What he needs is a puppet at his mercy, not an emperor who wants to make progress. Can't you tell the difference between assisting and controlling?"

It couldn't be more obvious who he was talking about.

The difference between assisting and controlling...

So, does the prime minister want to control himself, or to assist?

Jin Queli had never dared to face this question, let alone think about it, that anyone with a little scheming could understand.

In the past, he might have acted indifferently, and then burned the silk cloth, pretending that he had never seen it before.

But now...

The prime minister left and never came back. Was it really because he was unhappy that he had worked too hard?

The blood-soaked silk cloth on his hand suddenly burned as if it was on fire.Jin Queli hurriedly ignited it and threw it into the stove in the house that was farthest from him.

The inexplicable irritability in his mind even gave him an urge to destroy everything in the house.

Barely control myself to leave those porcelain utensils that are most likely to make noise and fall into the mouth.But when Jin Queli sat in front of the desk and looked at the article that he had just re-copied, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

Finally, he couldn't help tearing up the rice paper that hadn't dried out the ink, ravaging it into balls and throwing it on the ground.

But the next second, he immediately regretted it again.

There is always a voice in his head telling him repeatedly: No, the Prime Minister is different from others, he will not treat himself like this...

Even Jin Queli himself did not believe what this voice said.But he still chose to escape from reality, sat silently at the desk, and rewrote the homework that he had just torn up by himself, over and over again...

Messy ink blots, smudged on the rice paper.Every time he finished writing a copy, he tore it up and threw it on the ground.

so repeatedly.

Throughout the night, I never closed my eyes, only knowing to repeat this process mechanically.He knew it was meaningless, but if he didn't do something, he might have gone crazy.

He didn't wake up from this dazed state until the morning bell rang for the next day's daily report.

He still didn't come today...

Looking at the confetti scattered all over the place, Jin Queli suddenly realized that he was doomed.

……

When Qin Suxi awkwardly entered the palace to look for his little boy, the second he pushed the door open, he almost yelled 'Shit' from the bottom of his heart.

The messy confetti scattered all over the floor made him wonder if he had entered the wrong place.

Subconsciously, Qin Suxi withdrew and closed the door, and looked at it again carefully.

Seems like... I didn't go wrong, did I?

"Master Qin."

The maid who brought food to Jin Queli yesterday stood in the corridor and whispered to Qin Suxi: "My lord, the meal that this servant delivered to His Highness the Seventh Prince yesterday, he didn't touch a single bite. And... His Highness seems to have been up all night , looks a little scary..."

More than scary?

That's just scary!

When she went to clear the dining table yesterday, she saw that the dishes were untouched, so she wanted to go in and ask, but it didn't suit her appetite.As a result, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was tearing the rice paper expressionlessly in front of the desk.

He seemed to be isolated from the world, and the people and voices around him could not be seen or heard.

The way those eyes look red is really scary.It was not at all the same person as the one she saw every day.

Seeing the palace maid's hesitant expression, Qin Suxi felt flustered and unconcealable guilt.

He waved his hand and said to the maid: "I see, you go down first, I will take good care of His Royal Highness the Seventh."

After finishing speaking, he went in alone again, and then closed the wooden door, isolating all disturbances outside the house.

After entering the inner room, the area extending from the desk as the center point is covered with scraps of paper, and there is almost no place to stay.

The system couldn't help being surprised and said: "Oh my god, didn't you just leave the host for 24 hours? This is too sick!"

Looking at Jin Queli shrunk into a small ball under the quilt, Qin Suxi's heart ached so badly, but when he heard the system say that about his little boy, he immediately felt like beating the system up!

"I didn't say that, the system, you are too much!"

Qin Suxi scolded the system ferociously: "Since yesterday, you have been talking bad things about little Ali, and now everyone is like this, you are still talking about him!"

"How old is he, how can he be as vicious as you said? Why do you always like to attack him with words!"

system:? ? ?

The co-author gave me 300 points yesterday and asked me to scold people, isn't it you?

This is the first time the system has seen such a doggy person, it is crazy, it is angry, and it doesn't want to talk to this doggy man anymore!

Finally, the system learned the first unspoken rule of human communication: young couples quarreling, never meddle in their own business!

"Ali?"

Qin Suxi frowned, and approached the little dumpling on the bed in a panic.

He carefully lifted a corner of the quilt to see if the little boy had fallen asleep.But the sleeping face in his mind didn't appear, just a pair of red eyes looking at him from hiding under the quilt.

Why are the eyes so red?

Did he cry?

"Prime Minister."

Seeing the person coming, Jin Queli tried his best to pull out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Of course he doesn't cry. Since he was sensible, his crying was just for others to see.If there is no audience, then why is he crying?Those red eyes were just red from staying up all night.

It's just that when seeing the prime minister looking at him carefully, Jin Queli's eyes suddenly felt sour.

Seeing the kid's forced smile, Qin Suxi's heart ached.He didn't dare to speak loudly, and he didn't dare to ask too many questions, for fear of scaring this overly sensitive child.

He could only soften his voice, gently stroked Jin Queli's small head and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

Jin Queli looked into Qin Suxi's eyes and said frankly, "If the prime minister doesn't come back, I won't be able to sleep."

He spoke honestly, but he was very sensible and did not ask Qin Suxi why he left without saying goodbye yesterday, nor did he ask him why he did not come on time today.

It's not that he doesn't want to ask, it's just that he is afraid that the truth is exactly the same as the cruel reality in his heart.