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"What does Your Majesty mean by this?" Zhao Yuannan hurriedly asked.

"The East is different from Qi Yunshan. This person is very suspicious. "Qi Yunshan has been fighting in the imperial court and cheating on others for the rest of his life. He is extremely confident in his own manipulative skills." Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes. "However, Dongfang Wenming has always been living a life of bloodshed. He knows how to use troops and treat every battle as a life-and-death game. His degree of caution is far greater than Qi Yunshan's!"

Zhao Jing let out a long breath. "Qi Yunshan is old!"

Wei Shuge narrowed her eyes. "Then, will we be discovered?"

"Yes!" Zhao Jing looked at her. "Definitely!"

Zhao Yuannan looked a little nervous, "Dongfang is not clear, but ruthless. If we teach him to find out, then we..."

"But he won't kill me!" Zhao Jing cracked his lips, a cold smile on his face. "He knows that I did it, but without solid evidence, he won't act rashly." At most, it will only serve as a small punishment, and it will secretly and openly warn me! "

"Would he tolerate it so much?" Wei Shuge refused to believe it.

"This is not tolerance, but because we are all grasshoppers on the same boat. "Dealing with me would be equivalent to giving the Qi Family an opportunity to take advantage of me. Rather than dealing with me, why don't you join hands with me to deal with Qiyun Mountain!" Zhao Jing took a sip of water. "What's more, I have something he wants on me!" What Dongfang Wenming wanted was real power. Either he didn't do it, or he didn't give the enemy any leeway to make a move! The cold sword is unsheathed, and will return once it sees blood! "

Wei Shuge was scared out of her wits. "This palace is much more dangerous than the martial arts world!"

"In the martial arts world, one man fights against all the heroes. In the imperial government, one man fights for the world." Zhao Jing rose to his feet. "You guys go down first. I need to think carefully about how to make my escape route easier!" She smiled so innocently, the stars in her eyes were bright, as if the fighting in the imperial court would only fill her with vigor and fighting spirit!

Closing the door to the hall and looking at the empty sleeping quarters, Zhao Jing was clad in bright yellow bedclothes. In his hands was an exquisite bronze cup in which he carelessly lit a candle.

"The brighter the candle is, the faster it burns, and the faster it dies!" Zhao Jing pondered.

The candle flame flickered for a moment. There should be a wind blowing in.

Zhao Jing tightened his grip on the copper coin. After a moment, the nervousness on his face subsided. "Looks like I have to seal the windows when I enter the night, lest I fall down and knock on the window. I'll have to depend on you!"

Steady footsteps approached, step by step. Her tall figure blocked out all the light in her life. He lowered his head, and those extremely beautiful eyes met her face full of resentment just like that.

Zhao Jing glared at him. "It's raining so heavily outside. I didn't expect that Father Zhong would still enter the palace!"

"Expose more weight. I'm afraid the Emperor will be in so much pain that no one will be able to take care of him!" He was now very familiar with the route. Once he entered the room, he sat in front of the chessboard. "Since you haven't started to hurt me, how about this humble subject accompany you for a walk?"

"What if we lose?" Zhao Jing asked.

Dongfang Wenming slightly raised the center of his brows, "This humble subject has never thought of this!"

"I can think about it now!" Zhao Jing sat down, his bright yellow robe draped loosely over his shoulders.

The interior of the hall was as warm as spring, but it was not too warm to play chess.

One of them was probing with his eyes while the other one was filled with confidence.

"What does the Emperor want?" Dongfang Wenming finally opened his mouth.

Zhao Jing had a cold smile on his face. "If Father Zhong loses, then I will make Father Zhong …"

"You want this humble subject's life?" He raised his eyes without batting an eyelid.

The corners of Zhao Jing's lips curled up slightly. The young man had an unruly and unruly expression, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable evil aura. "Father Zhong's life is my life. Taking your life is equivalent to killing yourself." I am not that stupid! "

Her hand lightly caressed her shoulder. "This shoulder of mine has been bitten by a dog, causing me so much pain that I wonder if I could take a bite out of Father Zhong's shoulder and share the pain with him? I believe Father Zhong is willing as well! "

Dongfang Wenming narrowed his beautiful eyes and wordlessly put down the chess piece.

Seeing this, Zhao Jing picked up the chess piece. "Father Zhong didn't make a sound, so I'll just take it as your tacit consent!" In this life-and-death game, victory and defeat are decided in one game! "

"The emperor seems to be talking more and more!" Dongfang Wenming stared at the chess pieces on the board.

"If we don't distract Father Zhong's attention, I'm afraid that I won't be able to win!" Zhao Jing's eyelashes drooped slightly as he pinched the knuckles of the chess piece. Her chess skills could be said to be on par with Dongfang Xi's, who had been careless and allowed her to win against him by a fluke. However, if it was a true chess match, Zhao Jing wasn't completely confident!

Looking at the black and white battle going on on on the chessboard, Zhao Jing was like a general leading an army of thousands of men and horses as he fought his way out of a predicament. Behind the road of blood was the dark and gloomy face of Dongfang Wenming. The situation had turned increasingly cold!

He could see that the little girl was smiling, but she was not someone who was easy to deal with. It was one thing for people to prefer to use the sword to the side, but this chess game was never done according to the rules. It seemed like they were doing as they pleased, but in reality, it was a big piece of work!

She had combined the art of war with the art of rising to the heavens and put it into a battle between black and white pawns. For a split-second, he even thought that the person sitting in front of him was not a young girl, but a monarch who controlled the world from his heart! She could attack and defend, but it didn't seem like it was her preferred strategy. She loved to fight to the death, and when she was forced into a corner, she suddenly opened a path of blood. It was as if only like this could he enjoy the feeling of victory!

A single mistake, and the entire plate was in vain.

"Father Zhong seems to be preoccupied." Zhao Jing calmly looked at the chess piece on the chessboard. "In the end, you still lost to me by half!"

"How did you do it? A game of chess only won by one and a half pieces?" he asked, finally putting down the chess piece in his hand and looking at her with a straight and serious face. "With the Emperor's ability, he can easily achieve complete victory!"

"Father, may I ask, did you win by half a son?" Zhao Jing asked.

Dongfang Wenming narrowed his eyes. "Yes!"

"Then that's it?" Zhao Jing blinked his bright eyes. "This is a lesson I learned from Father Zhong. Don't kill everyone." If he won it all without leaving any room for others, he would force them to jump into a wall sooner or later! To leave hope for others was also to leave hope for oneself. I don't have much ability, I just want to see what Father Zhong will do, and I will learn from it! How does Father Zhong feel about this? "

Dongfang Wenming looked at her through the candlelight in silence.

The flickering candlelight was reflected on her face. That tender face belonged to a young girl dressed in a dragon robe. Stars were twinkling in her bright eyes. She looked at him with a smile, as if she had succeeded in her prank, but also as if she was satisfied with her little emotion!

But all of a sudden, he felt that she had trapped herself in the fog, no longer as timid and tearful as she had been at the start. He let out a long breath and landed on the ground. "The Emperor has won!"

"What about the reward?" She looked at him eagerly.

Dongfang Wenming rubbed his forehead. "Your majesty …"

"Father Zhong is already so old, and yet you still try to deceive a little girl like me. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Even though it's not as if Jun Wu Yi was lying, but in the end, it's still a man's words, isn't it? " Zhao Jing was unrelenting. "What's more, Father Zhong is born into the military, so his military order should be as strong as a mountain!"

"Your majesty is right. However, this humble subject has matters to discuss with your majesty!" Dongfang Wenming bowed, "If it's already late tonight, this humble subject will think …"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Jing had already gotten off the ground and reached out to press the back of his hand. Father Zhong wouldn't think that it was so easy to cheat when he was young, right? "Today, Father Zhong wants to play chess with me. What does' yes' and then go back on my word?"

With that, Zhao Jing snorted, "Father Zhong, as a man, don't tell me you can't afford to lose like this?"

Dongfang Wenming straightened up. "Your majesty!"

"Don't give me any reasons. Although I'm young, I still understand the four words' a thousand gold coins with a single word '!" She turned her back on him. "Since Father Zhong isn't willing to keep his promise, you can leave!" Unexpectedly, just as she finished speaking, her body slowly curled up. Her white, jade-like hands tightly covered her chest, and she let out a low moan.

Dongfang Wenming was stunned. He reckoned that she had angina pectoris! Without another word, Dongfang Wenming's long legs stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders. He wanted to carry her onto the bed and lie down.

Who knew that just as he bent down to turn her over, the little girl's eyes suddenly lit up. Her claws were faster than he had expected. Her clothes were quickly ripped apart by the claws, and the strong figure at her shoulder was revealed in her line of sight.

The tiny wild cat seemed to have smelled something fishy, and it was almost as if it had pounced on him. However, because of his hand, they lost control of their strength and were startled.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life before. When he was thrown onto the ground by the Wildcat, she immediately bit his shoulder. She gritted her teeth tightly, like a greedy cat, unable to get rid of them no matter how hard she tried.

Her soft, sticky lips brought with them a slight coolness. They stuck tightly to his burning skin. Cold and hot alternately, a dark red flow of heat slowly flowed out. Her warm breath was all over his skin, so close … So close...

Zhao Jing used almost all of his strength to bite back and refuse to say anything. He was like a starving wolf. She was so full of hatred that she wanted to bite off every single piece of flesh from the man in front of her. However, this was only emotional hatred. Logically speaking, there was nothing she could do other than vent her anger. She was also Zhao Jing, the chess piece of his palm. He was nothing more than a puppet!

Between her lips and teeth, her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

A rich breath rushed into her throat, making her stomach churn to the point of vomiting.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes were half-closed, and her long feathers were mottled with shadows. All he could see was his shoulder blades dripping with blood! When she saw the bite marks on his body, she was stunned for a moment.

Bright teeth marks, covered in blood. If this was a pair of steel teeth, then it would probably be able to bite off his entire shoulder blade! The dark red liquid trickled down and dripped onto his clothes. The dark blue robe was dyed bright as ink, like a dark plum flower in full bloom. It was extremely beautiful.

"Enough bites?" He spoke in an indifferent manner.

Zhao Jing's ice-cold finger slowly caressed his blood-stained wound. "Once I wash it clean and apply some more rotten bone medicine, this scar will last for the rest of my life!" Her eyes were brimming with stars. She laughed so unrestrainedly, "Father Zhong, what do you think?"

"Get down here!" This person was still as cold as ever. Even though he had been bitten, he didn't even bat an eyelid.

The way he looked at her did not contain the slightest bit of anger, nor did it contain any feelings whatsoever. It was as if he was looking at a stranger, yet at the same time, like an empty ethereal being.

At this very moment, Zhao Jing was still lying on top of him, wearing a wide nightgown.