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Zhao Jing had never thought that one day, he would be able to rest his legs on the body of Dongfang Wenming, then fall asleep so unconsciously. It wasn't that she didn't know that her sleeping posture wasn't too good. Back then, when she followed her master, she had made a joke about it. Even when she was in the palace, Zhao Jing still didn't dare to sleep too deeply.

However, for some unknown reason, she would always sleep like a dead pig whenever she approached the eastern region. That inexplicable peace of mind was like a poison spell, leaving her at a loss for what to do. Now, with one foot on Dongfang's shoulder and the other in Dongfang's embrace, she had to walk half a circle around the bed while the blanket was slanted over her body in a crooked way.

At this moment, Zhao Jing was bent over like a prawn on its back. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the expressionless east. When their eyes met, no one spoke. The silence was broken only by the sound of each other's breathing.

In truth, at the beginning, Dongfang Wenming hadn't fallen asleep. On the contrary, Zhao Jing had been able to resist falling asleep. Dongfang Wenming had always been on the same level as Zhao Jing. Because of his suspicious nature, he was always in a light slumber. The slightest disturbance would immediately arouse him from his stupor. However, when he heard Zhao Jing's even breathing, he also narrowed his eyes for some reason. As dawn approached, he was awakened by her kick. When she opened her eyes, her foot was already on her body.

Then, it was Zhao Jing's other foot that kicked out! It was also thanks to Dongfang Wenming's quick reaction that he quickly grabbed her warm ankle the moment she lifted her other foot. He looked at the girl again. She was still in his dream, and she didn't seem to want to wake up at all! But it was all right for him to keep holding her ankle like this, and the coals in the room were almost out, and it took her only a moment to get cold enough for her feet to hang out.

In the end, the man was still biased towards the weak. Dong Fang Ming remained calm and collected as he stuffed her ice-cold feet into his embrace, while his other foot was firmly resting on his body.

It was only at this moment that Dongfang Wenming finally realized how unsightly Zhao Jing's sleeping posture was. It was one thing to kick him randomly, but to snatch a blanket... He just wanted to cover her with the blanket, but she kept pulling him under her. He was used to being arrogant, but now that he was dishonest, Dongfang Wenming felt a headache coming on! If he had known that she would be like this, he would have hugged her and slept like he used to. At least in the palace, when they slept in each other's embrace, she did not step around nor snatch blankets from them.

Fortunately, she finally woke up! As a result, the war against her ankle in the East had finally come to an end.

Zhao Jing pulled back her leg as if she had seen a ghost. Fortunately, it hadn't been a day or two since the battle between her and the East had begun. Her face had long been honed to the point that even a chisel couldn't pierce through it. Zhao Jing lightly coughed and blinked his eyes. "I had a nightmare just now. My behavior was a bit abnormal, a bit scary!" Is Father okay? Medium Parent... Are you scared?

"The emperor can freeze the entire night and then take two kicks. When the time comes, I'll ask if this official is alright!" Dongfang Cunming sat up.

Zhao Jing felt a bit strange. Didn't he say that the night before freezing would freeze half to death? Why does it look like nothing happened?

Besides, she was only a weak girl. So what if she kicked him? The strength of this kick would definitely not be as good as theirs, so for Dongfang Wenming, what's the big deal?

"Aren't you fine?" Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "May I ask, Father Zhong, it's already getting late. Are you still not leaving? Are you waiting for Shuge and Liao Sheng to come in early this morning and capture you and I?" If this news were to spread out, it would not matter much. You, the Regent, might not be a good man in the future! "At most, we'll eat both men and women, but if the reputation of Father Zhong's entire life, including the reputation of the Dongfang family, falls into my bed, it's probably not even worth it!"

"A collusion?" Dongfang Wuming turned around and landed on the ground. "This subject is honored to have witnessed Your Majesty's sleeping posture. However, His Majesty is usually extremely elegant, I didn't expect …" "When you get to the bed, you become so lively and lively!"

It was as if she really had something to do with him. Zhao Jing was extremely disdainful in his heart. He was clearly the one who had taken advantage of her, but the way she spoke made it sound as if she was forcing him to do so.

On the surface, however, Zhao Jing refused to admit his defeat. The headstrong Emperor had to be willful wherever he went, and he had to fight for victory wherever he went. Only then would he be called stubborn. At the very least, she had instilled an unfathomable image into the East, which was the image of a little girl with a child's temperament. "How can I be a living dragon or a living tiger? "Father Zhong can't stand it any longer. If he comes back to seek enlightenment in the future, wouldn't he lose half his life?!"

Heh … Old life?

Hmm, this girl really had the guts to do so!

Dongfang Wenming folded up his clothes. He was now fully dressed and looked very well-dressed. He had already ignited the candlestick on the table. In the dim light, he sat upright beside the table. His gaze was serene, and there was a faint smile on his lips, making people feel that he was extremely evil. However, within this evilness, there was also a trace of steadiness that allowed him to see through everything.

"The emperor's liveliness and fragrance, is referring to the birth of Princess Ling Yin?" A teasing opening of the East.

Zhao Jing got off the bed and stood on the ground, "Even so, you're still better than Father Zhong. Even if you don't care where Princess Ling Yin came from, in the eyes of outsiders, I'm still a decent and decent man! Unlike Father Zhong, most of the men your age are filled with wives and concubines, and some of them have already gathered around their knees. An elderly unmarried man, in the eyes of outsiders, was a type of existence that was out of place. It could either be that his father had a hidden disease, or that his father … That's what you're thinking! "

"That's what you said to Cobb?" Dongfang Wenming suddenly asked.

Zhao Jing curled his lips. "How boring. I'm just talking about you. What's the point of calling him over?"

"How do you know that there are seventeen or eighteen beautiful young women in this official's backyard? Which ear heard it? " Dongfang Wenming continued to ask.

Zhao Jingzhong was startled for a moment. "It was a guess."

"To guess such a coincidence, I presume that the Emperor's cultivation is absolutely unfathomable. "Then may I ask your majesty to guess one more time, what will your subject do next?" Dongfang looked at her meaningfully.

"The East is not clear. I am the emperor!" In actuality, at this moment, Zhao Jing was truly unable to guess Dongfang Wenming's intentions. What was he planning to do? She crossed her arms over her chest and lazily leaned against the bedpost. She tilted her head like a street hoodlum, her eyebrows raised as she stared towards the east. His eyes swept from his face to his feet and from his left to his right.

"How many holes does the emperor intend to bore into this subject with his eyes?" Dongfang Wenming coughed lightly.

Zhao Jing smiled coldly. "If looks could pierce holes, I would at least pierce seventeen or eighteen holes in Father Zhong's body, or …" The more the better! What do you think? "

"This subject is deeply disturbed by the emperor's thoughts!" Dongfang Wenming quietly stood up and saluted, "But, this is also this official's good fortune. This subject will definitely live a good life. Once the Emperor has mastered the divine art of piercing holes with his eyes, I will definitely let the Emperor have a taste of his desires! " After saying this, Dongfang Wenming gave a fake smile, "It's dawn. This humble subject will take his leave!"

Where did he come from, naturally he would return from. As a stately Regent, he was not far from being able to match up to that Eunuch Liang. If he was used to going through the windows, he probably wouldn't be used to going through the main entrance in the future!

There was light in the room, Zhao Yuannan and Wei Shuge looked at each other, then at Li Yiheng, who was standing behind them. The three of them stared at each other, not daring to knock on the door. The three of them had a tacit understanding of each other's intentions. Of course, they knew that those who came uninvited were only the ones who liked to climb up through the windows of the Residence of Regent! But now, there seemed to be no sound at all. What was the situation here?

Amongst the three of them, Wei Shuge was the one with the highest martial arts skills. She stood outside the door for a long time with her ears perked up to listen. She could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps coming from inside, but she closed her eyes to sense that there was only one person's footsteps approaching. Opening her eyes, Wei Shuge took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Young Master, are you awake?"

"Come in!" Zhao Jing's voice came from inside.

The three of them simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. Zhao Jing opened his mouth, showing that the person had already left.

Wei Shuge glanced at Zhao Yuannan and immediately carried the charcoal brazier into the room. Zhao Yuanan turned around and went to get some water. Li Yiheng walked out of the outer room and stood guard at the door. Today was the poetry meet, and before dawn, there were already people ready to make a move. It would be bustling with noise and excitement in a short while, so Li Yiheng had to stand guard outside and not let anyone near.

After Dongfang Wenming left, Zhao Jing was no longer able to sleep. The fire in the room had been extinguished, so Zhao Jing felt a little cold. Fortunately, Wei Shuge quickly changed the charcoal brazier, allowing the house to slowly warm up again.

Zhao Jing gathered up his clothes and took the bronze pickle from the singer Wei Su. He slowly and leisurely played with the charcoal in the brazier. "It should be ready outside, right?"

"I've asked for it a long time ago, and everything will be arranged as Young Master wishes. Today, regardless of poetry or poetry, only the common people will know about it!" Wei Shuge carefully straightened Zhao Jing's clothes. "What is Young Master worried about?" Actually, Wei Shuge had wanted to ask whether or not they had met yesterday night in the East. However, Zhao Jing had no intention of bringing it up, so she didn't want to directly ask.

However, who was Zhao Jing? Wei Shuge had followed her for two years, so how could she not know what she was thinking? Zhao Jing shot a sidelong glance at Wei Shuge from the corner of his eyes, and lightly said, "Just say what you want to say. You and Brother Nan, of course I won't hide anything that I can say." "Especially you, Sister Shuge!"

"Last night …" Wei Shuge gaped.

"During this time, you have been keeping an eye on the unknown in the East. I have always felt that his behavior last night was a little strange, as if he deliberately came to guard me!" Zhao Jing put down the copper coin. "If that's really the case, then there must be something strange going on in the capital." Sister Shuge, do you understand what I mean? "

"Strange movements?" Wei Shuge seemed to be deep in thought. Then, she nodded and said, "This servant understands!"

Zhao Jing quietly stared at Wei Shuge. "Get Jing Hong to pay attention. Aside from those students, are there any suspicious faces in the capital city recently?" Or is it... Foreign merchants and the like. "

"Understood!" The expression in Wei Shuge's eyes darkened. She was afraid that the capital would once again be in turmoil.

Outside, there was a sound of a cannon firing!