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Zhao Jing's heart thumped wildly. She knew that no matter what Dongfang Ming wanted to do, she couldn't resist. Her slightly cold hands tightly gripped onto Dongfang Wenming's shirt. Her body tensed up as she carefully leaned against Dongfang Wenming's chest. She looked like a child who had done something wrong.

When Dongfang Wenming looked down at her, he only saw her long eyelashes drooping, and her little mouth pouting slightly like a little girl's.

After entering the room and closing the door, Dongfang Wenming sat down on the soft couch with Zhao Jing in his arms.

There was only one palace lamp burning in the room, and the faint yellow light flowed in sparse waves, causing the atmosphere in the room to become strange. Zhao Jing sat on Dongfang Wenming's knee. He held her in his arms in an extremely awkward yet habitual manner.

She felt that the way he looked at her was somewhat probing. It was as if she had done something behind his back that couldn't be exposed, causing Zhao Jing to look at him with a guilty conscience. She swallowed and mumbled softly, "Zhen …" "I didn't do anything bad!"

"Just Koppel?" As soon as Dongfang Wenming spoke these words, Zhao Jing unexpectedly choked on his own saliva and began to cough harshly. His face was flushed red from coughing, while his face turned white from coughing. It was a particularly painful sight to behold.

Dongfang Wenming's hand slowly stroked her back, helping her to calm down and lightly rebuke her. "Your Majesty, why are you so agitated? So what if this humble subject's words are correct?" You are the king of this world, so what if you are his subordinate? There are many stories about this Emperor's family, and the Emperor isn't lacking in this one! "

Zhao Jing felt a bit depressed in her heart. When she heard these words, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Dongfang Wenming continued, "Before this, there was mournful emperor, Zhexiu. His Majesty isn't the number one person in history!" As he said this, his eyes kept staring at her, as if he wanted to see something on her face. When he saw the stupefied expression on the little girl's face, he unconsciously pursed his lips, not knowing what he was laughing at. However, the moment he saw her harmless face, he wanted to tease her, as if she was his personal possession that no one was allowed to touch!

But what if he was touched?

Dongfang Wenming thought, I'll chop off any hand I touch!

Zhao Jing blinked his bright eyes as he looked at the man in front of him with a puzzled expression. He began to calculate in his heart, just what kind of excitement had Dongfang Wenming suffered? Did she suspect that she was in league with Cobb? But looking at his appearance, it didn't seem like he was denouncing them, but rather …

Jealous!

As he thought of this phrase, Zhao Jing's body couldn't help but shiver. His heart was beating wildly, as if he had really done something shameful. He felt a guilty conscience. When she looked at him, the flowing light in her eyes could not deceive him. She could only deceive herself, to deceive herself!

Dongfang Wenming saw her pursing her lips without saying a word, and his face immediately darkened, "This look is a sign of guilt, have you admitted it yourself? The Emperor and Cobb... I really hate meeting you late! "

"Not too late, not too late!" Zhao Jing returned to his senses and continued, "However, he was still a bit late compared to Father Zhong. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have met Uncle Ke and we wouldn't have met each other so late." Father Zhong, are you here today for my roast duck? "Earlier on the road to Jiangbei, Father Zhong had also tasted my cooking skills. Is this not because he was chanting in panic, so he was afraid that Uncle Ke would take advantage of this opportunity and rush into the palace to split the loot?"

Dongfang Wenming frowned. "This subject is indeed worried that the emperor will take advantage of the situation and let Uncle Ke take advantage of us!"

"Don't worry, I will never forget Father Zhong no matter what!" Zhao Jing giggled. "As long as you want me to, I will definitely give it to you!" I, Jun Wu Yi, am speaking the truth, so you can rest assured! "

After saying this, Dongfang Xi looked up and down carefully, "I am relieved now!"

Zhao Jing looked suspiciously at Dongfang Wenming. "Why do I feel that Father Zhong's words tonight …?" "It's a little strange?"

"So be it!" Dongfang Wenming sighed lightly before finally releasing her. "This humble subject is afraid that Uncle Ke will eat your majesty's food, which is why I rushed to the palace in such a hurry. This humble subject has trespassed and offended you, your majesty, I beg your forgiveness! " He saluted respectfully, as if his earlier rudeness had not been intentional.

Zhao Jing thought to himself, "This guy always puts on such a show." If it was anyone else, this would be: offending their superiors, this is a crime worthy of death! However, since the east was unclear, she had to treat him with respect. Not to mention tyrannizing, even if she were to sit on her Crimson Gold Dragon Throne, she would have to stand by the side and wait on him with a smile. This was the difference between having power and not having power. From the very beginning, her life and death wasn't something she could decide!

"Father Zhong is worried about me. Of course I understand your good intentions, but I … There are a lot of things I can't help Father Zhong, and I feel very guilty. Summoning Ke Er to enter the palace was actually a helpless action! I want to find out about Wen Yufeng's matter, but I'm afraid of implicating my father. After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that only Uncle Ke is able to shoulder such a heavy responsibility! " Zhao Jing curled his lips. "What do you think, Father Zhong?"

"We didn't discuss it before, but now we're asking …" What do you think? " Dongfang Wenming stood with his hands behind his back. "Didn't Your Majesty think it through very clearly? Everyone has already been sent to the palace, and they've even learned how to drive a duck to its grave. How could this humble subject dare to object? " He glanced in the direction of the door. "Your subject fears that the emperor will one day, on a whim, throw your subject on a shelf and over a fire pit!"

Zhao Jing couldn't help but mutter, "Father Zhong even got on the dragon bed. What's there to be afraid of?"

Dongfang Wenming's forehead twitched and he was immediately rendered speechless. There seemed to be nothing wrong with those words! Dongfang Wenming cleared his throat. His face was dark. "When will the Emperor grow up?"

"I have always been growing up. After the new year, it should be the year of Nutmeg." Zhao Jing glanced at him and then subconsciously shook his body. "A common daughter of an ordinary person. At her age, she should be betrothed to another person. Then, she should be taught by a couple. Unfortunately, I can't do it anymore!" "However, my woman will help me teach her husband a lesson!" She rolled her eyes at him, full of the coquettish tone of a little girl, "Just like those beautiful young women in Father's backyard!"

Dongfang Miming sucked in a breath of cold air as he glanced at the mosquito meat on her chest. This girl's eyes were a little cold, making it seem as if his heart was covered in thorns. "Where did the emperor hear this from? This subject's backyard …"

"I don't want to hear any explanations!" Zhao Jing snorted. "Since Father Zhong has the ability to be so fortunate, why not spend more time and effort on finding him?" If the heir of Duke Ming's Mansion were to meet with a mishap in the capital, not to mention me, even you, Father Zhong, would have to bear the consequences. This hot potato is in our hands right now, you have to take it! At this moment, not only did Father Zhong have to endure the attack, he also had to hold on tight. If he were to fall down and knock on the ground … No one will be spared from that side of Phoenix City! "

"There is no need for Your Majesty to worry about that. As long as the Zhong Fu shows his head in the capital, he will be in this official's hands!" However, even though he said that, there was no trace of relief on Dongfang's face.

Zhao Jing vaguely felt that this place was not simple! To be able to make Dongfang Wenming show an expression like a tiger or wolf, he must be worried about something in the capital, not just for Zhong Fu! As for what it was, Zhao Jing had no idea. After all, in terms of power, the Residence of Regent and the Supreme Fu were the first to arrive. As a Puppet Emperor, even if she wanted to strengthen her power, she wouldn't dare to do so while her wings were still thin!

"With Father Zhong's words, I have nothing to worry about." Zhao Jing was lying on the table, her fair, jade-like fingertips playing with the candle flame in boredom.

In the next moment, Dongfang Cunming pinched the tip of his finger. "The emperor's hand is used to point out mountains and rivers, you don't dare to get hurt so easily!" With that, he tightened his grip on his palm — her fingertip. The warmth of her palm wrapped around the coldness of her fingertips. It was as if something had entered her palm through her skin.

Their gazes met. Whose stubbornness had entered their eyes?

Zhao Jing withdrew his hand and withdrew his fingertip from Dongfang Xi's palm. She took a deep breath, no longer looking at Dongfang Wenming. There was a little playfulness in her tone, but also a little seriousness. "Has Father thought that all snakes have to pay a price? To stir up a myrtle girl's heart, sooner or later she will become one to pay her debts! "

Dongfang Wenming snorted lightly, "Why do you have to die like that when you are used to doing nothing? This subject and His Majesty are the same type of person! Therefore, such a thing as what the Emperor has said would absolutely not happen to the Emperor or to this humble subject. " He slowly moved closer to Zhao Jing's ear, his warm breath spraying all over her face. It was like the spring wind, bringing with it an extremely comfortable warmth. "This subject knows that Your Majesty's heart belongs to someone, so this subject wants to know what exactly Your Majesty needs?" "Who should I choose?

After saying this, Dongfang Wenming straightened up and looked meaningfully at Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing raised the center of his brows and was about to speak when he saw Dongfang Wenming respectfully bow. He didn't even turn his head back as he left the imperial study. He did not understand what Dongfang Mingming meant by "the heart belongs to the". This caused her to feel slightly uneasy. Could it be about 'Brother Yue'? Logically speaking, Dongfang Wenming shouldn't have been able to find out about Brother Yue's matter. It could be counted that he had met Brother Yue long ago at the Yin Lin Manor.

Thinking up to here, Zhao Jing was probably the type of person who didn't know how to be a crafty soldier. This fellow always liked to trick her, so she absolutely couldn't be fooled! However, thinking about it, if Ke Bo could enter the palace in broad daylight, he probably wouldn't be able to hide it from Qi Yunshan, right?

The corner of Zhao Jing's lips curled up slightly. He gave a profound smile. It was time for Cobb to have a headache! When she thought of Dongfang Cunming and Cobalt, who were unable to eat or sleep well because of a single Zhong Fu, she felt as happy as a successful child in a prank. She felt comfortable with the pride of a victor.

Although Qi Yunshan was not in the capital now, Ke Boyu was still a pawn that Qi Yunshan had left behind in the capital. This move from Zhao Jing would only make Ke Er become more aware of his situation. A chess piece was after all a chess piece. Once a chess piece understood their status, the game would no longer proceed with its original peaceful path. A chess piece that is awoken will become the key to the reversal of success or failure!

The study room of the Prime Minister's Estate was suffused with a dense aura of paper being burned. Within the brazier, the burnt pieces of paper could be clearly seen. As he stared at the black and white paper on the table, his eyes were as heavy as the twilight.

Fuzi worriedly looked at Cobalt, who was sitting under the candlelight. "Master, it's late at night. Let's sleep for a while!"

With a sigh, he placed down the brush in his hand. "You must deliver it to the Imperial Tutor. You must not allow it to fall into the hands of others!"

"But, Master Lin, if that's the case …" Fuzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Are you not going to sell out the emperor?"