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Zhong Fu felt a little dizzy. If it wasn't for his instinctive reaction as a man, which caught her by surprise and pushed her away with one hand while covering the bird, he probably wouldn't have been able to protect his own life. Even so, Zhong Fu was still covered in cold sweat. His back was extremely cold. He stared at the space between his two arms. Just a little more! It was so close! Almost failed …

Thanks to the blessings of the Zhong Family's ancestors, otherwise … Zhong Fu swallowed his saliva and stared at the girl in front of him with a pale face. "I will write!" I'll write it right now! No matter how many times I have to transcribe it, I will write it! "Now …" His eyes widened. "Can you take your hand away?" When he said this, his voice trembled visibly.

The woman smiled coldly with a satisfied look on her face. She slowly took back her hand, "It's good that Your Highness can think things through. We are not people who force others to do things. We are all just following orders. No matter who wants to deal with us, we are all on our own!" In the end, she sighed and said, "It's better for your father, the crown prince, and for us!"

As the paper was spread out, Mo Bao had already finished his research and was waiting for Zhong Fu to finish writing.

What else could he do? Right now, being able to preserve one's life was better than everything else. As for everything else … Who cares! After all, he was the Young Master of Phoenix City. As long as there were mountains and rivers, how could he be afraid of not having a firewood? However, when Zhong Fu saw the letter in front of him, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble!

This letter was sent to Phoenix City in accordance with Zhong Fu's identity. Although it was a report of safety and appeared to be the simplest and most normal thing on the surface, the meaning of these words made Zhong Fu more anxious the more he read about it. Although he was not someone who read a lot of books and poems, he still had some basic comprehension ability. In the letter, these people used Zhong Fu's tone to describe him as an excellent person in the Prime Minister's Estate. The Prime Minister treated people with courtesy and magnanimity, and even said that he would bring him on a tour around the capital!

His heart thumped in his chest as Zhong Fu frowned slightly. Could this be the Prime Minister's Estate? However, thinking about it, these people were so shrewd, how could they reveal their identities in front of him? They said that he was at the Prime Minister's Estate and that he might be bringing trouble to the Prime Minister's Estate, or that he might have other motives, but this was definitely not the Prime Minister's Estate!

So the question is, who are they? What exactly is this place?

Zhong Fu looked at the mediocre and commonplace powder around him, as his eyes suddenly turned, while his mind raced. These people wanted him to transcribe the letter a few more times. Since he wasn't the only one to copy the letter, then … It all depended on whether the heavens would open their eyes and whether they would give him a chance to survive! If someone was smart enough, if this could fall into the hands of the Regent's Estate or even the Prime Minister's Estate, he would most likely have a chance to escape.

With Eastward Illumination and Cobb's intelligence, Zhong Fu had some confidence, so …

No fun," he said, suddenly pressing a woman to the ground. "Leave a man by my side, and even playing with him is good enough!" Other than the women in the lead, the rest of the women's faces were covered in thick makeup and were not covered by a thin layer of gauze. At first glance, all of their faces were deathly pale and rouged with thick rouge. There was a somewhat strange outfit drawn on their faces that similarly made it difficult for people to see their true colors. His fingertips carelessly touched the woman's face, a cold light flashing across his eyes.

The woman in the lead frowned, her eyes carrying a distinct smile. "As long as the Crown Prince likes it, it won't be a problem to keep all of them, let alone this one! "But the prerequisite is that the prince has to finish what he needs to do. After he's done with his business, he can do whatever he wants!" After saying that, she bent down, her warm breath flowing onto Zhong Fu's face. With a tantalizing blur in her eyes, she said, "These people, including me!"

Zhong Fu was startled. This was clearly an order from the person who played the zither, otherwise these people wouldn't have dared to stay! But since she had already spoken, Zhong Fu naturally could not decline. Otherwise, it would be seen through. Who knew if she was telling the truth or not, or if she was just trying to trick him into being fake, so he had to keep his eyes open and pretend she was a snake.

"Alright!" Zhong Fu slowly got up from the woman's body and started writing in front of everyone's eyes. As he wrote, Zhong Fu smiled, teasing the ladies around him from time to time. After stroking this face, a restless hand reached into their clothes. Looking at it, one could tell it was the face of a hedonistic son of a bitch. It was a good fit for his identity.

He had been through a lot of flowers.

He heard that Zhong Fu, the crown prince of the King's Manor, was not married yet!

On each letter, Chopper had left a more or less identical and slightly different mark, so that he could identify it in the future. Although he did not know where this future lay, he could not help himself at the moment. The instant the letter was taken away, Zhong Fu sighed in his heart. 'Zhao Jing, oh Zhao Jing, if I were to die in the capital, I would definitely be a ghost!' You'd better find me quickly,

Within the imperial study.

"Ha Qiu!" Zhao Jing was caught off guard by the sneeze. She almost dropped the bronze bell in her hands. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and managed to grab hold of the commander. However, her heart was beating wildly and she almost jumped out of her throat.

Zhao Yuannan entered the room with a pot of Lotus Heart Tea and some pastries. He couldn't help but wrinkle his brow and say, "Could it be that His Majesty has caught a cold? How about this servant find the imperial physician and have her take a look for the emperor? "

Zhao Jing stared blankly at the bell in his hand for a long time. "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. I don't need to find the imperial physician to avoid trouble!" Then he asked again, "Is Shuge still not back yet?"

"It will take a while for someone to leave the palace and enter. How can it be so fast?" Zhao Yuannan put down the cup in his hand. "Your Majesty, don't worry. Shuge will be fast. She will definitely rush back as soon as she receives the news."

However, just as he finished speaking, the first one to arrive wasn't Wei Shuge, but Ke Boyu.

When he heard that Uncle Ke had urgent matters to attend to, Zhao Jing's first reaction was to call for Zhong Fu's whereabouts.

Cobb was anxious, or else he would not have missed the night. After all, the palace gates had already been opened. If not for Ke Er summoning the position of head of a hundred officials, it would have been impossible for them to enter the palace.

"Your majesty, the crown prince has news!" "My men have stopped a messenger outside the city. At this moment, he is being held captive in this official's residence. However, this humble subject obtained a letter from this person. Although I do not know if it is the handwriting of the prince, but it is indeed written by the prince with his identity as the successor to Phoenix City. " He took a letter from his sleeve and saw that it was clearly written on the envelope: My Royal Father!

Besides Crown Prince Zhong Fu, who else would dare to be addressed with 'Royal Father'?

"Your Majesty, please look!" Cobb bowed.

Zhao Jing's mind was in a state of confusion. He hastily extended his hand to receive it. Just as Cobb had said, this letter was indeed written with Zhong Fu's identity as the prince of Phoenix City, Zhong Zhangtian. However, the tone of this letter … Zhao Jing had been in contact with Zhong Fu for a period of time, so Ke Bo Kui was very clear about this. However, she had some doubts in her mind. "Do you think that this letter came from the Crown Prince?" Why does This Emperor seem a little strange? Such elegance does not at all resemble Zhong Fu's tone. "

"The letter says that the crown prince is at your humble subject's house!"

If that wasn't the case, then Zhao Jing wouldn't have been in such a hurry to clarify things. However, this time, Zhao Jing believed that Zhong Fu was indeed not at the Prime Minister's Estate. Otherwise, sending a letter to him would have been a foolish act.

"I believe in the Prime Minister!" Zhao Jing repeatedly looked at the letter in his hand as his brows slightly creased. "However, it can be said that Your Highness and I met by fate. However, based on my observation, the tone of this letter seems to be different from Zhong Fu's previous actions!" "When you read this letter in one breath and I saw that there was no pause or hesitation, I felt that it was a little strange!"

"This subject felt strange before, but I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong at the moment. His Majesty's words were so enlightened that this subject was jolted awake. No wonder this official thought it was strange. Although the crown prince's handwriting was rather scrawny, he wrote it very quickly and ended it very quickly, as if he had complete confidence in it! "

"Or perhaps, there is a model!" Zhao Jing snorted coldly. "You might even be able to transcribe it!"

"It does look like it was copied from a painting. If this is the case, then I can see that the prince has already fallen into someone else's hands. I'm sure I won't be free today!" Cobb's face was cold.

Zhao Jing let out a long breath and once again took back the letter. He carefully examined it, "The capital city is only so big. I don't believe that I can't find a person even if I have to dig three feet into the ground!" If the letter had been transcribed, it was very likely that there would have been more than one. Perhaps, at the other side of the Residence of Regent, there will also be a letter that has fallen into the hands of the Eastern barbarians. "

"This is also what this humble subject is worried about. If the Regent suspects that the crown prince is really in the Prime Minister's Estate, then this humble subject will be unable to refute any further!"

"Something that even I don't believe, is Dongfang Ming that stupid?" Zhao Jing stood up with his hands behind his back. "When drawing snakes to make up for something, Dongfang Buming has always disdained." These things would only make Dongfang Wenming believe even more that other than you, there are other people in the capital who are still active and have captured the crown prince's son, Zhong Fu. In this way, Dongfang Wenming would be forced to hurry up and search the capital, and find Zhong Fu in the shortest amount of time. As long as the Prime Minister fixes his eyes on the Residence of Regent, there might be unexpected gains! "

"The Emperor's words are extremely true!" Cobb bowed.

Zhao Jing's thumb slowly rubbed against the surface of the letter before he said, "No wonder they say that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice make holes in the ground." The words written by the son of the military general were very ugly! Even a painting of a turtle would look better than him! "

"Your majesty is right!"

After Uncle Ke took the things and left, Zhao Yuannan hurried in. "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is …" She saw Zhao Jing sniffing at her fingertips, unsure of what she wanted to do.

Zhao Jing raised the center of his brows. "This smell is so strong!"

"What is the Emperor saying?" This servant doesn't understand. " Zhao Yuannan really didn't understand what Zhao Jing meant. What smell? What was strong? What had Cobb done to the Emperor? Seeing that Zhao Jing didn't say anything, Zhao Yuannan became even more anxious. "Your majesty?" Your Majesty, what happened to you? "

"Your majesty!" Wei Shuge walked in from the outside with an ashen face. "The news that Jing Hong had stopped the crown prince outside the city …"

Zhao Jing shot a glance at the letter written by the singer Wei Shu. He saw that the letter was clearly written with a few words that were dazzling and awkward: "Imperial Father's personal letter."

With a slight headache, Zhao Jing's mouth twitched. That stupid Zhong Fu from his maternal grandma's house, how many copies did he make?