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The wind and snow are blowing, and before you know it, Kyoto has entered deep winter.

The trees were withered, and the wind was so cold that even the breath inhaled seemed to be filled with ice, which made people's lungs hurt from the cold.

The situation in the palace became more and more severe day by day. Emperor Qian fell ill again and again, sometimes he was sober, sometimes he was confused, sometimes he was so sick that he couldn't even get out of the couch, but sometimes he called his courtiers to discuss matters on a whim.

The weirdest thing was that what was being discussed were all recent events, as if...he had been paying attention to the current situation of the court.

Such a repeated situation of good and bad made many people a little confused, they could only suppress those thoughts that they shouldn't have, and didn't want to move for a while.

"Your Highness, Second Prince, please come back!"

The female officer in plain robe stepped out of the palace door, bowed to the man waiting outside, and smiled slightly, "Long Live Lord said, I don't see you."

The middle-aged prince in brocade clothes frowned involuntarily when he heard the words, and looked back at his younger brother who was striding forward, "Look! The door was closed again."

Murong Jingyun didn't even give him half a look, and just bowed to see him, "Please tell me the news, Auntie, urgent report from the southern border."

The female officer in plain robe turned sideways, skillfully avoiding the ceremony, lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, with a docile look, "His Royal Highness the Third Prince really upset me, please trouble the Third Prince and report to me urgently, I will go in and pass it on to Long Live."

Seeing that Murong Jingyun frowned slightly, with a hesitant look on his face, the female officer smiled and said calmly: "Long Live has an oral order, and I don't see anyone except Duke Wen."

The recent Emperor Qian's decree is really too arbitrary.

The two princes looked at each other, knowing each other's thoughts.

"Then we'll come back tomorrow to say hello."

In the face of this female official served by the emperor, no one in the whole dynasty dared to do anything wrong. Ever since the Shang Palace sent her into the palace, met Emperor Qian, and was taken by Emperor Qian, this woman's status was very important. In one fell swoop.

It is said that she is a close servant of the emperor, but she is not just a close servant. She is a favorite concubine, but she does not follow the rules like a favorite concubine. This woman, Wen Zheng, is indeed the most unique existence in the palace.

The female officer in plain robes received the urgent report with both hands, bowed her eyes in a respectful manner, "Send off your Highnesses respectfully."

Sometimes—

Identity is the most ironic joke.

Wen Zheng smiled slightly, with an eternal respect still hanging on her fair face, as if she was wearing a mask, under which her every move was hidden, making it difficult for people to guess her true thoughts.

She turned her head, just in time to bump into Wen Han.

Leaning on a cane, the eunuch limped up the steps, no amount of expensive clothes could cover his withered body, like an old man half buried, almost sunk in a coffin.

The fire of life is crumbling, and the corrupt body is as dry as rotten wood, and it can almost smell the smell of dying wood.

"Duke Wen."

Su Pao's female officer raised her eyebrows, she stopped smiling, instead she closed her lapel and pulled down her robe, "Long Live God said, if you enter the inner palace, you don't need to pass it on, please—"

At such a time, the only person Emperor Qian could trust most was people like Wen Han.

The eunuch raised his head, stopped, panted, and glanced at the female officer in front of him, expressionless: "Then what if I said, I'm looking for you?"

When the plain robed female officer heard the words, her face showed just the right amount of astonishment, "Ah——"

Wen Han leaned on his cane, squinted his eyes, "Aunt Wenzheng...isn't she from this dynasty?"

Wenzheng bent her lips softly, and smiled, "The maidservant is a lowly person. It has been recorded in this palace long ago. Fortunately, the long live grace has canceled the lowly status for the servant girl, so that the servant girl has the opportunity to serve the left and right."

Wen Han squinted his eyes, fell silent for a moment, and snorted softly, "Miao people are also cheap...cough...coughcough..."

Before finishing a sentence, he coughed violently.

The eunuch was really too thin, his whole body exuded an abnormal ash, his breath was sluggish, he covered his lips with a handkerchief, coughed with difficulty, his thin body swayed, Wenzheng even felt that he will go down.

"Duke be careful."

There was a long staircase behind him, Wen Zheng turned sideways, raised his hand in the air, and blocked Wen Han's back not far away.

The blood is very heavy.

When the coughing stopped, Wenzheng clearly saw the bright red blood stains on the eunuch's handkerchief.

She subconsciously frowned, "Prince Lu is here, can the Duke also ask Physician Lu to take his pulse?"

It's really that this person looks too scary, he doesn't look like an ordinary person who is sick, if something happens in the palace, Wen Zheng is afraid that he will be in trouble again.

Thinking like this, she took another half step closer, blocking Wen Han and the steps, for fear that he would fall.

"No, please trouble Auntie, I'm an eunuch, so I'm not worthy."

The knuckles of Wen Han's pinched palm turned white, and he gasped for a while before standing still.

He turned his head, his black and white eyes flashed with deep amusement, stared at Wenzheng for a long time, and then he opened his palm, "Give me the military report, and I'll take it in."

Wen Zheng was so stared at by him that he panicked, so he couldn't help but take half a step back and offered it with both hands.

This legendary living King of Hades is really no joke, full of deterrence.

Wen Zheng closed his lapel and stood obediently aside, waiting for the sound of the cane being tapped to go away.

After meeting so many times, she really still feels...not used to it.

Those eyes were gloomy and cold, as if they could see through people's hearts, which made people frightened.

Wenzheng, Wenzheng... You have to fight hard, the master is coming back soon, as long as you find a way to control the old emperor inside, you can help the master push the seventh prince to the throne.

She stood outside and looked back.

Wen Han didn't stay for long, and when he came out, he happened to meet her eyes, which were full of meaning.

Wen Zheng bowed his head in a polite manner, and said softly: "It's been cold recently, Duke Du has to pay attention to his body."

Wen Han didn't say anything, and after staying indoors for a while, his complexion got a little better, with some blood stained.

He glanced at Wenzheng, his face was gloomy, he didn't respond, and limped away with his cane.

Just as Wenzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly stopped again.

"You still have to keep your hands and feet clean when doing things. From today on, there is no need to burn His Majesty's Ningshen incense."

Wen Zheng was startled, and his pupils shrank unconsciously.

He... he knows?

But the skinny figure didn't look any further, leaning on a cane, he walked away a little bit.

Wen Zheng clutched her heart, her face pale.

Since he knew that he was from Miao people, he should know the effect of "Ningshen Fragrance".

Forget it, after all, the master will return, this stall... I'd better stop causing trouble.

Wen Zheng bit her lip, folded her body and entered the inner hall quietly.

She didn't know that no matter how secretive she was, it would be difficult to hide from Wen Han who crawled out of the conspiracy.

He was born in a deep palace, and crawled out on bones, so naturally...he will also belong to this dirty place in the future.