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Inside the room.

Chang An was sitting on the bed practicing. Hearing the sound, he looked up, and there was a little confusion in his cold eyes.

Ren Pingsheng stepped forward and looked down at Chang An from a high position, his eyes were particularly deep: "Madam, you can tell me, no need to be sneaky and beat around the bush."

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

Chang An seemed calm on the surface, but his heart was actually beating like a drum. He tried not to pay attention to his gaze and ignore the hidden warmth in it.

"Don't understand?"

Ren Pingsheng sneered, suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Chang An's slender little hand, put his palm against the back of her hand, forcefully opened her slender five fingers, and pressed them on his chest: "Madam, do you feel familiar?"

In the dream, she was supporting his chest like this, but the positions of the two were different.

Solid muscles, with a strong sense of presence, pressed against Chang An's palm.

She obviously didn't expect that Ren Pingsheng, who had always been gentle, considerate and gentle, would have such a side.

Her hand trembled slightly, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, curling her fingers and trying to retract them.

Ren Pingsheng held her tightly, speaking in a calm voice: "Madam, do you remember?"

"Let go!"

Chang An's voice was as cold as ever, just like the day he drove him out.

"With Madam's strength, it shouldn't be difficult to break free, right?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled, and pointed out her thoughts directly: "Madam, are you expecting something in your heart, but you are reluctant to accept it because of your face?"

Chang An's pupils shrank slightly, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes became colder.

She didn't understand why Ren Pingsheng suddenly became like this.

The jade beads on the hairpin in her hair swayed gently, making people worry that the precious silk thread would not be able to hold up and snap.

"Why doesn't Madam speak?"

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand to lift her chin, leaned over, and stared into her cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts hidden in her heart.

The hot breath hit her face.

Chang An was slightly startled, looked up, and found that there were a few bloodshot eyes and his face was abnormally red.

"Have you been poisoned by aphrodisiac?"

She finally noticed something was wrong, and her uneasiness was swept away, replaced by joy.

No matter what.

Ren Pingsheng is still the same Ren Pingsheng.

The reason for this is that the aphrodisiac amplified the emotions buried in his heart.

Ren Pingsheng's fingertips brushed across her cheek, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse: "Madam, have you seen the skills I left behind last time?"

Chang An's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she deliberately avoided his sight.

Everything is self-evident.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Ren Pingsheng's eyes darkened, and he slowly leaned over and gently kissed her delicate earlobe, and his voice returned to its original gentleness: "I will teach Madam how to practice..."

Chang An's body trembled slightly, and her porcelain-like skin flushed. A layer of mist was in her eyes. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Outside the window.

White jasmine flowers are blooming under the blue sky.

The leaves were rustling in the wind.

Jiang Chuyue stood by the wall, listening to the noises coming from her ears, her pleated skirt swaying gently in the wind, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

At this moment, complex emotions surged up from the bottom of her heart and spread throughout her body. She pursed her lips and whispered: "When did the prince become so fierce?"

…………

On the other side.

Yirenju.

Backyard.

After Li Yong pulled out the last nail of the blue-clothed servant, the blue-clothed servant could no longer bear the severe pain and trembled, saying: "The antidote... the antidote is upstairs."

Li Yong sneered: "Do you know the consequences of lying to me?"

The blue-clothed servant was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips trembled slightly, and nodded.

Li Yong said no more, dragged him out of the backyard, ignored the shocked eyes of the talented men, went straight upstairs, and under the guidance of the blue-clothed servant, found a bottle of antidote, and then asked: "Is there any more Hehuan powder?"

The blue-clothed servant trembled and said: "There is still a little."

"Where?"

The blue-clothed servant pointed to a certain place.

Li Yong dragged him over and indeed found a small porcelain bottle.

After covering his mouth and nose, he opened the small porcelain bottle and dripped a drop on his face.

After a while.

The blue-clothed servant's eyes showed bloodshot, his face flushed, and he looked no different from being poisoned by aphrodisiac.

Li Yong took out another antidote and stuffed it into his mouth.

It worked quickly.

In less than an incense stick, the blue-clothed servant returned to normal.

Seeing that he was fine, Li Yong was relieved and dragged him away from Yirenju.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a fast horse galloping past.

A postman held a victory report in his hand and shouted loudly: "Great victory in Southern Xinjiang! Great victory in Southern Xinjiang!"

The fast horse ran straight to the palace, and pedestrians avoided it.

Li Yong glanced at his postman, silently remembered the news in his heart, and dragged the blue-clothed servant straight to Ren Mansion.

After returning to the mansion, he stopped a maid and asked, "Where is the prince?"

The maid said, "It seems he went to the lady."

After a slight hesitation, Li Yong handed her the porcelain bottle in his hand: "This is the antidote, give it to the prince."

"Got it."

The maid took the porcelain bottle, nodded, and turned to leave.

After a while, he walked into the courtyard and saw Miss Chu Yue leaning against the wall with her hips raised, looking a little strange.

"Sister Chu Yue?" The maid called softly.

Caught off guard.

Little Green Tea was startled, her body trembled slightly, and she stood up straight, pretending to be calm and asked, "What's the matter?"

The maid held the porcelain bottle in both hands and said softly: "This is from Commander Li. It is said to be an antidote. I asked my slave to deliver it to the Crown Prince."

"Antidote?"

Jiang Chuyue was stunned for a moment, then realized something in an instant, and murmured to herself: "It turns out he was poisoned by charm, no wonder."

"give it to me."

Jiang Chuyue stepped forward and reached out to take the porcelain bottle.

"ah!"

A shrill wail came from inside the house.

The little maid was startled and looked forward subconsciously, with a worried look on her face, and asked softly: "What's wrong, madam?"

Jiang Chuyue waved her hand: "It's okay. Madam is too focused on practicing. She will be fine after a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another wailing sound in the room, which was more shrill and higher than before.

"Is it really okay?"

The little maid's brows were knitted together, her delicate face full of worry.

She always felt that the lady's voice was so miserable, as if she was about to die.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry."

Little Green Tea knew what was going on, her pretty face turned red, and she waved her hands indifferently: "Go back, I'm watching over here."

"this……"

The little maid hesitated for a while, then nodded: "That slave is gone."

"go Go."

The little maid stepped out. After walking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something. She turned to look at Jiang Chuyue and said softly: "Miss Chuyue, there is one more thing. Miss Mu Rou and Miss Qiu'er were sent to their original residence. The house is still in a coma, the prince is not here, and the slaves don’t know what to do with it. Do you want to go and take a look? "

Mu Rou?

Little Heavenly Master?

Jiang Chuyue thought for a moment, returned the small porcelain bottle in her hand to her, and told her seriously: "Take two antidotes, feed them to both of them, and then keep watch next to them. If everything is normal, wait for them to wake up." Report it later. If there is anything abnormal, such as shortness of breath or no breathing, report it immediately. "

"What should I do, Prince?"

The maid showed hesitation: "Commander Li said that this antidote is to be given to the Crown Prince."

"The eldest son of the You family no longer needs it."

Jiang Chuyue blinked and said confidently: "Just listen to me, you will never be wrong."

Seeing that she was so sure, the maid no longer hesitated and nodded: "I understand, slave."

He took the porcelain bottle and turned to leave.

At this time.

There was another shrill wailing from behind, and there seemed to be a faint voice begging for mercy.

The maid hesitated, pursed her lips, and walked away.

Little Green Tea stood there, listening to the familiar voice, with a look of surprise on her face, and exclaimed: "The prince is so cruel!"

…………

royal palace.

In the study.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the good news presented by King Ning and King Jingnan, his slightly haggard face showed excitement, the hand holding the letter trembled slightly, and he said "good" three times in a row!

behind.

The great eunuch king's white, beardless face also showed a smile, and he spoke at the right time: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for the great victory in southern Xinjiang, and it can buy me some more time in Dazhou."

"Yes, it is really not easy for King Ning and King Jingnan to defeat the strong with the weak. It is no worse than Jing Zhi twenty years ago!"

Emperor Zhaowu nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face, and sighed like this.

Jingzhi is the name of King Zhenbei, and the emperor is accustomed to calling him this.

Wang Zheng echoed: "With the three royal highnesses, King Zhenbei, King Jingnan and King Ning, guarding the gate of the country for me, Great Zhou, I, Great Zhou, will surely be able to weather the storm safely."

Bring up the hard times.

Emperor Zhaowu seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at Wang Zheng, and asked: "Is there any news from the north recently?"

Wang Zhengdao: "I just received the news this morning and am about to report it to the Holy One."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Zhaowu couldn't wait to ask: "What's the news?"

Wang Zheng replied immediately: "His Royal Highness the King of Zhenbei has returned to Yunzhou in recent days."

"really?"

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be joy in his brows.

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment and replied truthfully: "I haven't sent anyone to verify it yet, but I think it won't be false."

"Send someone to Yunzhou quickly for verification. I want to know the exact news within a day!"

"My slave obeys the order."

Wang Zheng bowed, turned and left. After a while, he returned to the study. Looking up, he saw that Emperor Zhaowu had calmed down and his face was much calmer.

"I know Jingzhi's temper. Since he went to the Northland, he will kill at least one barbarian before he comes back. If the news that he returned to Yunzhou is true, the barbarians will not act rashly again in a short period of time.

Coupled with the great victory in southern Xinjiang, even if the ambition of the demon wolf is clearly revealed, it will have to re-evaluate its own weight... I am afraid that it won't be long before they send a mission to the capital to test. "

Speaking of this, Emperor Zhaowu seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Wang Zheng and asked, "How long will it take for the Yunlong Secret Realm to be opened?"

Wang Zhengdao: "It can take as long as thirty days, or as short as ten days."

Emperor Zhaowu said: "Let the three people from the Demon-Suppressing Division go in."

After saying that, he added, "Add Ren Pingsheng."

"My slave understands."

Wang Zheng bowed.

Then, there was a trace of hesitation on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Emperor Zhaowu saw this and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

Wang Zhengdao: "My servant just heard about a small incident involving His Royal Highness Prince Jin and Prince Zhenbei. I don't know whether I should talk about it or not."

Upon hearing His Highness King Jin, Emperor Zhaowu showed a gloomy look on his face and said calmly: "Say."

"Today, Yirenju held a Chinese Valentine's Day cultural gathering, and Prince Zhenbei was invited to attend..."

Wang Zheng told the whole story of what happened in Yirenju, and then said: "Someone impeached the guards of Zhenbei Palace for being unreasonable and beating others, and reported it to the Ministry of Justice. The Ministry of Justice didn't know what to do, so it informed the Jinyiwei of the matter. Your Majesty, how do you think it should be dealt with?"

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him and said lightly: "In your opinion, how should it be dealt with?"

Wang Zheng thought for a while and replied: "In my opinion, the prince of Zhenbei was plotted against, and it is also human nature to take measures in a desperate situation. He should not be punished."

"Just do as you say."

Emperor Zhaowu was too lazy to dwell on this trivial matter, waved his hand, and said casually.

"I obey your order."

Wang Zheng took the order and turned to leave.

…………

Ren Mansion.

The sun sets and it is dusk.

The golden glow shines into the courtyard.

In the slightly dim room.

The training is finally over.

The labor pains seem to have reached their peak at this moment.

Chang An's slender and soft waist was quietly bent, and her two long, white and even legs were together.

Her white and smooth forehead was covered with sweat, which wet the ends of her hair and made them stick to it messily.

"How do you feel about this practice, Madam?"

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand to straighten her messy hair, with a smile between his eyebrows and a lazy and gentle tone.

Chang An's pretty face was slightly red, and she leaned to the side, motionless and silent.

"This technique requires diligent practice to achieve some success."

Ren Pingsheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking like he was doing good for her, and asked for her opinion: "From now on, practice once every three days, Madam, how do you feel?"

The room was quiet.

There was no other sound except the steady breathing.

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Madam, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."

Chang An wanted to pretend to faint, but after hearing this, she couldn't pretend anymore. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly uttered a word: "No."

"Madam, do you think practicing once every three days is too lazy?"

Ren Pingsheng's fingertips brushed her red earlobes and smiled, "I think so too... Then, practice every two days?"

Chang An's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pretty face flushed like the sunset. She bit her red lips and refused again: "No."

"Practice every other day?"

Ren Pingsheng pretended to be silent, and said after a while: "As long as Madam likes it, I will do my best."

Hearing this, Chang An was filled with shame and anger. She endured the pain, turned sideways, glanced at him, and slowly uttered a word: "Get lost."

Ren Pingsheng didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on her smooth shoulder, and smiled: "It's just a joke, Madam, don't be angry... Madam, you can practice as often as you want, everything is up to you."

She was shy in her heart, how could she say such words? Chang An turned sideways, closed her eyes, and continued to pretend to be dead.