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The descendants of the nobles would be taught by their eunuchs when they were in their first days of training. A ten-year-old little emperor, logically speaking, such a thing shouldn't have happened, but … Who dared to talk about the people the empress had given him? They only dared to quietly watch the results.

The next day, after Zhao Jing left the palace, news of his departure quickly spread throughout the palace.

Dongfang Wenming pressed a handful of snow into his palm. The temperature of his palm quickly melted that ball of cold air. "Lucky?"

"Yes sir!" Zhou Zhiqian nodded. "Esteemed Empress sent in her personal servant. The Emperor has no reason to refuse." If the Qi family did not do it intentionally, we would not have been able to receive any news of them! "Master, this must be Qi Yunshan's conspiracy!"

"What does conspiracy have to do with it? It's a good plan to bring This King down! " Dongfang Wenming snorted coldly as he looked at the snow falling from the sky. He then said coldly, "Since Uncle Ke has taken a step back, Qi Yunshan wants to start with the emperor and take this opportunity to get back at him!"

"The emperor is against the Regent's estate. As the Imperial Tutor, he is naturally dissatisfied. Although the Emperor is young, he is still young and has many benefits. Many things are said by the children of the emperor, and to the people of this world, it is not funny at all.

As Dongfang Wenming walked in the blizzard, the cold sensation he felt made his mind exceptionally clear. "It is precisely because the emperor wanted to make this king his father that Qi Yunshan decided to make a move from the emperor's harem! The Emperor may not have a son yet, but... It might not happen in the future! All heirs could be made as emperors, and be replaced by current emperors. Truly a scheming old fox! It was indeed a good strategy to take This King down without saying a word! This King is impressed! "

Dongfang Wenming never thought that Qi Yunshan would use Qi Ruyu to deal with Zhao Jing! This turn of the stick was really vicious! It was a good thing that Zhao Jing was also a mischievous girl. She didn't say anything before taking care of the matter! He wanted to see how this girl did it!

Thinking to this point, Dongfang Cunming had already mounted the horse. He felt an inexplicable sense of expectation.

This little girl was quite interesting!

"I want to enter the palace?" Zhou Zhizhi was stunned.

"No need to follow me!" Dongfang Wenming rode his horse straight towards the palace gates.

At this moment, Zhao Jing was sitting in the Warm Pavilion, reading a book and holding the fire cage in his arms. His young face made the fire in the room turn red, but the bones in his clothes were still extremely cold!

It must be the cold water of that night, Wei Shuge thought. Before she could regain her wits, Dongfang Cunming had already stepped into the house. There was no one spreading the news outside!

"Long live the prince!" Wei Shuge was taken aback and hurriedly bowed.

"Down!" Dongfang Wenming's eyes were fixed on Zhao Jing.

"Yes sir!" Wei Shuge glanced at Zhao Jing. Seeing that she didn't have any reaction, she could only stand back and guard outside. She had to be careful not to make any changes!

Zhao Jing gave a low cough. He raised his head and looked toward the east, where the wind and dust had brought him. He untied his cloak in front of her, shook off the snow on his hair and eyebrows, and his handsome face was not affected by the wind or frost. He still had that valiant air.

She raised her head and coincidentally met his extremely beautiful phoenix eyes. Only the temperature of his eyes was colder and thinner than the wind and snow. Zhao Jing's heart trembled slightly. He tightened his grip on the book in his hand as he racked his brains to figure out the reason why he had entered the palace in such a manner. Because of last night's spring's love? Or was there some other motive?

When Dongfang Bu Ming came in, he brought with him a gust of snow, causing the candle flame to sway from side to side. The room's lighting was uncertain.

Recovering from his shock, Zhao Jing immediately put aside the book in his hand and stood up with a pale face. He respectfully greeted Dongfang Wenming, "Father Zhong!"

Dongfang Wenming frowned. The black embroidered python boots finally landed in front of her. He straightened his body and looked down at the thin figure of Zhao Jing from a high vantage point. The ten-year old youngster was exceptionally thin, devoid of the cowardice and spirit energy he had at first glance. He appeared somewhat stiff and stiff.

"This humble subject is still not the emperor's father!" As he spoke, Dongfang Wenming bowed. "This humble subject is the emperor's official. I, the late emperor's official, dare not accept such a great gift from the emperor!"

Zhao Jing straightened his body and smiled, "In my heart, you are already my father!" Just as Father Zhong has said, I am the lord of this world, and I will do whatever I want. I will kill anyone who dares to interfere with my plans! "

"Your Majesty, you can't be too willful!" Dongfang Wenming held her hand, "The Qi family was the founding minister of Da Xia Empire, and Qi Yunshan was even supporting three generations of emperors. The Emperor still needs to endure. It's not time to start an argument with the Tutor! " As she said this, Dongfang Wenming's eyes darkened as he looked at her with a slightly unwell expression.

Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat. Had he exposed a flaw and taught him to discover it?

Zhao Jing's breathing quickened as he examined himself. "Why is Father Zhong looking at me like that?" I … Did you say something wrong? "

"Why are your hands so cold?" Dongfang Wenming frowned.

Zhao Jing shook his head with a wry smile. "The Imperial Physician said that Zhen's body was always weak. After a few times, he was injured. If you want to recover, you can only take care of yourself. There's no other way." She looked at him with a bit of helplessness in her eyes. "Moreover, women are naturally cold. This is also something that cannot be helped!"

It was about the first time she had mentioned her woman to him. She was expressing her weakness and also expressing her goodwill! As unreservedly as possible, she exposed her greatest secret in front of him in order to gain his trust and sympathy.

Dongfang Muming gripped his cold and soft hands, and a strange look appeared in his phoenix eyes.

There was a gap of one round between them, but he did not dare to have any sympathy for this little girl who was only ten years old. She had something that he needed! He knew in his heart that all the gentleness would come with a painful price in the future! However, Zhao Jing was too obedient. A warm smile appeared on his pale face. Like the warm sun in March, or like the pear in spring, pure as snow, never stained by the mortal world.

With a soft sigh, Dongfang Cuming gently hugged her in his embrace, letting her sit on his lap, and pushed her into his embrace to warm her up. "If Your Majesty feels cold, how about this subject help Your Majesty warm him?"

Zhao Jing stared blankly for a moment before stretching his body. The sudden warmth seemed to be unstoppable. The warmth quickly penetrated his clothes, ironing his skin and piercing into the area below his left shoulder.

The ten-year-old Zhao Jing, although she didn't know what love between a child and a young girl was, she had seen the love between her master and her teacher! She had also silently prayed under the moon on that day of seven days of begging. He only hoped that one day, he would be able to have a man like Master to protect him for the rest of his life. Yet at the moment of meeting the East, at the day of her mother's death, she knew that her life was not one of happiness, that there would never be another day of peace!

Zhao Jing rested in the unfathomable eastern bosom. From her initial resistance, she had gradually let go of the warmth of his embrace. A chest as hard as iron wrapped around her frail body. Just a tiny bit of it.

Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly. Such a small person, yet she was carrying the title of emperor that he had bestowed upon her. Everyone in the world thought that she was an aloof and exalted monarch. They didn't know that she was nothing more than a puppet imprisoned by him! The little girl was very thin and weak. She was also very timid. Everything she did was done with caution!

"Warmer?" Dongfang Wenming asked.

Zhao Jing nodded and asked in a slightly drowsy manner, "I'm a bit tired. Can I lean into your arms and close my eyes for a while?"

Dongfang Wenming nodded, "Sure!"

He sat her on the couch, her head resting on his lap. The sound of her calling for a father made him feel closer to her. It was probably due to his clear identity, but his father and children seemed to be … He should get close to her!

Zhao Jing closed her eyes. As long as she didn't speak to Dongfang Wenming, she wouldn't let him see through her thoughts. That little bit of concealing was what she needed the most as she slowly grew up! Whether it was against Dongfang Wenming, or against the Qi family and Cobb.

Hearing that Zhao Jing's breathing was even, her ice-cold hand was completely warm in his grasp. Only then did Dongfang Wenming let go of her hand. This was probably the first time he looked carefully at this little girl. When he got closer, his breath landed on her face, and his distinct eyelashes trembled slightly as he breathed, making her appear exceptionally adorable.

This made him recall his own youth, as well as that woman who had closed her eyes and "slept" for many years! He was also young and ignorant, and he had once ridden his horse around Qingmei, but it was a pity …

Dongfang Wenming stiffened his body. He looked at the candle flame without moving. Hearing the sound of snow falling from the sky, his heart turned cold. If it wasn't for the Zhao Clan being so unbridled, if it wasn't for his father being so loyal, how would he still be defending the current result, unable to extricate himself from the guilt in his heart?

Zhao Jing didn't know what had happened to him. He had actually slept through the afternoon. If she wasn't hungry, she would have been able to continue sleeping!

He opened his eyes and saw Dongfang Wenming's flawless, handsome face.

His slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled, his shiny jaw, and his thin, pursed lips were all part of the bridge of his nose that was hanging high up in the air. His eyelashes were half-lidded and he looked a little absent-minded, which made him seem weaker than usual. In the dim light, there was a touch of gentleness.

For a moment, Zhao Jing felt that if he hadn't been killed, if he had been just an ordinary noble king, he would have become the charming husband of all the women in the world.

When Dongfang Buming looked back at her, all color was hidden in his black pupils, only leaving behind the usual indifference and alienation. It was so barren that not a single blade of grass could grow, not allowing even the slightest bit of life.

He slowly helped her up and bowed, "This humble subject still has important matters to attend to, this humble subject will take his leave!"

Zhao Jing rubbed his sleepy eyes. "You're leaving just like that?" Hearing the sound of snow falling outside, she looked at him worriedly, "It's still snowing outside, why don't you wait until the snow stops before leaving?"

"No worries!" Dongfang Mingming turned around and walked out, but he walked slowly, unlike how swift and decisive he was when he arrived.

When the door was opened, a blizzard blew in from outside. Zhao Jing subconsciously shrank back, squinting his eyes as he watched Zhao Jing's back as he stood by the door. She discovered that when Dongfang Wenming stepped out of the doorway, his movements were somewhat strange, as if he was slightly stiff.

Unconsciously, she let out a laugh.

Dongfang Wenming could naturally hear her laughter, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he walked straight out of the imperial study.

It was snowing heavily outside. Zhou Zhiqian was worried about his master, so he waited outside. Seeing Master walking on the snowy ground, the footprints became a little shallow, and Ye Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's wrong?"

Dongfang Wenming's face didn't change at all, but his voice was still slow and unstoppable, "Make a big fuss. If you sit for too long, your legs will naturally go numb!"

Zhou Zhizi was stunned. Normally, he would sit and fight for a few days while overseeing the war. I have not even seen my legs go numb, what's going on with me today?