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However, before Nangong Zhe could take two steps, Zhao YuanNan's voice sounded from behind him, "Lord Nangong, our Young Master is here to invite you!"

Nangong Zhe straightened his body. Thirty-six strategies to escape was the best strategy, but he was still lacking one. He was running too slowly! Taking a deep breath, Nangong Zhe turned around slowly and glanced at the grinning Zhao Yuannan.

Zhao Yuannan said, "Don't tell me that Lord Nangong doesn't recognize us?"

"Yes, how could I not?" Nangong Zhe sighed, "Even if you were to turn into ashes, I would recognize you! Let's not let your young master think that I'm not old enough to have such a bad memory! " He took two steps forward and approached Zhao Yuannan, "I hope this little brother will show mercy then. We don't have good looks, but this little kid's brain is still best grown on the neck!"

Zhao YuanNan smiled with his skin but not his flesh. "Please!"

Nangong Jiu shook off the dust on his body and followed Zhao Yuannan into the room. The door closed behind them. With a bang, Nangong Zhe let out a long breath. If he had known that the emperor was here, he would not have followed Caiwei here. Wasn't this … He felt like a sheep in a tiger's den! The emperor was not beating a tiger, he was even more shameless than him, especially when it came to the emperor's eyes. That day in the imperial study room, Nangong Zhe had felt that something was wrong with the way Zhao Jing was looking at him. He felt goosebumps rising all over his body.

Seeing Nangong Zhe's expression, Cai Wei could vaguely guess what the identity of the young man in the room was. Her close friendship with Nangong Zhe for so many years was something that Caiwei was clear about. To be able to make Nangong Zhe have a serious expression, she could even be a little reserved. When had this person ever been afraid? He was always shameless and always playful. In that case, there was only one possibility. The identity of this young man could suppress Nangong Zhe, or perhaps even all four sides!

Having thought of this, Cai Wei subconsciously hugged the clothes in her arms tightly. "Young master, the clothes are here. Where's that lady?"

Zhao Jing rubbed his forehead, as if he were slightly drunk. He sat there and closed his eyes.

Wei Shuge bowed as she poured more wine into Zhao Jing's cup. She lowered her voice and asked, "Young Master?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Jing finally opened his eyes and rested a hand on his forehead. The wine covered his face, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes, covering all the emotional fluctuations within them. Her blurry eyes were filled with a slight drunkenness. Her beautiful thin lips were pursed into a meaningful smile. She looked at Nangong Zhe, who was slowly walking towards her with an intoxicated yet not intoxicated expression. This person always pretended to be drunk, but this time was no different.

Look, Nangong Zhe was wobbling when he walked. He was not as agile and vigorous as he was before. Zhao Jing thought to himself, 'Is this considered deceiving the sovereign?' However, in front of Cai Wei, Zhao Jing didn't plan on bothering her. Instead, he waved his hand at Nangong Zhe. "Senior Nangong must be very curious at this moment. Why would I be here, am I right?"

Nangong Zhe stepped forward and slowly crouched down. He stared at Zhao Jing, who was in front of him, intoxicated. The way this young man looked when he was drunk was also elegant. His every gesture was as noble and reserved as when he was in the imperial study. She shook her head slightly at him, and while Nangong Zhe was still trying to figure out what she meant, she suddenly grabbed onto his sleeves and dragged him in front of her.

Her thin lips parted slightly as a warm scent of wine wafted out onto Nangong Zhe's face. Zhao Jing had a pretty smile on his face, exuding a sense of innocence and harmlessness at such an age. Zhao Jing's voice was weak as he whispered into Nangong Zhe's ear, "You were the one who told me that the wine here is the best. Zhao Jing's voice was weak as he whispered into Nangong Zhe's ear," You told me that the wine here is the best.

Nangong Zhe's expression darkened. Zhao Jing had already released him.

Nangong Zhe, who had regained his freedom, slowly stood up. What Zhao Jing said was reasonable. If the civil and military officials of the imperial court knew, Zhao Jing would not be the culprit. After all, he was the one who started it. Back then, when Uncle Ke was present, Nangong Zhe had mentioned the Emerald Cloud Residence. Therefore, even if it wasn't because of Nangong Zhe, Zhao Jing's appearance here today could only be attributed to him!

bewitching a monarch's heart was a great crime of exterminating nine clans! Who could he protect with a Gold Medal of Immunity? The entire clan must die!

Nangong Zhe stood on the spot with one hand on his waist and the other on his forehead. Who was the bad one to go up against? Who was the shameless little emperor? This time, the emperor was sticking to him like dog skin plaster?! Nangong Zhe felt a headache coming on but he was used to having sharp eyes. He looked around and vaguely felt that something was missing.

Suddenly, he remembered that Cai Wei had said before that there should be a young man disguised as a woman in this room. However, in this room, there was only the emperor's personal maid. He had seen this aunt before and had been following Zhao Jing around. Thus, she couldn't possibly be a man pretending to be one. "So the question is, where did the young man in disguise go?

Nangong Zhe looked around the house but did not find any signs of movement. Is he not here? Left? Before he came, the little emperor had already seen through Cai Wei's thoughts and sent her away? If that was the case, then this emperor was not really stupid. At least, he was not as despicable and incompetent as he looked on the surface! Recalling the title the emperor had given just now, the emperor said 'I'?

This meant that the emperor did not want others to know his true identity. Since that was the case, Nangong Zhe could relax. Since the emperor was wary of him, it was indeed a good thing for Nangong Zhe. This meant that Nangong Zhe did not dare to provoke the emperor, and the emperor did not dare to make too big of a fuss.

Excellent!

Nangong Zhe sat down. "Young master sincerely invites me, and I am extremely grateful. Meeting each other is fate. Drinking a cup of water and wine is just like a friend to you!" With that, he picked up the cup on the table, raised his head, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Is it good?" Zhao Jing walked up to him and leaned on the table. She stared at him with her bright eyes. "You were the one who said it. The Yun Cui Residence's wine is the most delicious!" This time, I will treat you to a drink! " She seemed to be really drunk and laid there motionlessly with her eyes closed, "Nangong Zhe, why are you called Nangong Zhe? Is it because I'm not drunk? "

"No!" Nan Gong Drunken let out a breath and changed the topic, "It's getting late, aren't you going home? If I don't go back now, I might bring disaster upon myself! "

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes. "You care?!" If he went back now, would there still be a good show to sing? However, this person was really slow. Was he not afraid that the puppet that he had finally managed to raise would run away with the others? Why was this man becoming more and more unreliable? Wasn't it the victorious general? Why didn't he even have the heart to win? Those who would try to pry their way out of the corner of the wall could appear at any moment. How could they not be anxious at all?

Wei Shuge seemed to have seen through Zhao Jing's thoughts. She gripped the flagon in her hand and carefully poured some wine for Zhao Jing. "Young master, drinking too much is harmful to your body. Calm down, you can't drink like water!"

"Since I'm already drunk, there's no need for me to think about anything else!" Zhao Jing stared at Nangong Zhe, intoxicated. "Besides, isn't there still Lord Nangong?"

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward. Nangong Zhe almost choked on his wine as his face turned red. Cai Wei was waiting at the side. She hurriedly went forward to pat Nangong Zhe on his back. "Lord Nangong, please slow down!"

"Why are you still in the house?" Zhao Jing glanced at Cai Wei.

Cai Wei was startled. "I came to deliver some clothes. That lady, she …"

"That lady went to Lord Nangong's home." Zhao Jing rubbed his forehead. "Miss Caiwei, you may leave!" I have something to say with Lord Nangong! "

Hearing that, Caiwei looked worriedly at Nangong Zhe. Nangong Drunken gave her a look, and only then did Cai Wei retreat bitterly. Before she left, she turned her head back and wanted to say a few words to Nangong Zhe. Who knew that she would see something that she shouldn't?

He saw that Zhao Jing had already taken advantage of the moment that Cai Wei had left the room to walk behind Nangong Zhe. At this moment, Zhao Jing was sitting close to Nangong Zhe. He reached out his hand to stroke Nangong Zhe's back. That appearance really did look like … Image...

Caiwei didn't dare to stay any longer. She hurriedly ran out.

Wei Shuge watched as Cai Wei's back quickly disappeared into the distance. She immediately bowed and left the room as well.

Little did he know that the goosebumps on Nangong Zhe's body had all fallen to the ground. He was staring at Zhao Jing, who was just inches away from him in disbelief. There was something wrong with the emperor's gaze, especially when he was staring at him. Nangong Zhe felt goosebumps all over his body. Subconsciously, Nangong Zhe abruptly stood up. Zhao Jing was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Zhao Jing's face changed as his buttocks began to hurt. Borrowing the strength of the wine, Zhao Jing forced out a few tears. He looked like he was truly drunk, like he was about to go crazy from the alcohol! The corner of Nangong Zhe's mouth twitched when he saw this. It's over, it's over. Isn't the emperor going to drop to the ground and roll around wildly again? Nangong Zhe quickly went to help Zhao Jing, thinking to himself that he should quickly help him up. Otherwise, the emperor would come back to his senses and say that he had offended Zhao Jing or killed his own monarch …

Right at this moment, a gust of wind blew outside the door.

Before Li Yiheng could recover his senses, the man in the navy blue robe had already entered the room. Before Nangong Zhe could even touch Zhao Jing's body, a sudden surge of energy struck him, forcing Nangong Zhe to take a few steps back.

Nangong Zhe looked over and saw Dongfang Buming squatting in front of Zhao Jing. His two good-looking eyebrows were raised into a frown, and the word "Chuan" was formed between his brows. Dongfang Wenming's expression was extremely unsightly. From the moment he entered until now, he hadn't even glanced at Nangong Zhe. Instead, he had been staring at Zhao Jing. He sized her up from head to toe, as if checking on Zhao Jing's injuries.

Zhao Jing had a dazed look on his face. He had a drunken infatuation and was also at a loss as to what to do.

"Where?" Dongfang Wenming's hand slid down her shoulder and quickly caressed her arm. "Where's the wound?"

"No!" Zhao Jing murmured, "Why is Father Zhong here?" She blinked her eyes and dived into his arms, closed her eyes and smiled foolishly, "This Cloud Jade Court's wine is so delicious, much better than the royal wine in the palace! I still want to drink it! "

Dongfang Wenming let out a sigh of relief. His face relaxed a little bit. After that, he looked back at Nangong Zhe who was holding the jug of wine and sitting by the side with his legs crossed. He asked, "You were the one who swindled the emperor out of the palace?"

Nangong Zhe drank his wine, "It seems like the Regent already has an answer, so my answer or not doesn't seem to matter, does it? I was indeed the one who said the Cloud Jade Residence was. It's true that I was the reason for the Emperor's appearance here, but … This official did not dare to lie to the emperor.

"Zhou Zhizhi!" Dongfang Wenming yelled, "Have you found him yet?"

Zhou Zhizhi strode in with a strange expression on his face, "Master, I've searched thoroughly, but there's not even a shadow of him!"

Dongfang Wenming picked up Zhao Jing and held him horizontally in his arms. Zhao Jing leaned against him, as if he was asleep, his eyes closed tight. Dongfang Bu's sharp eyes stared at Nangong Zhe as he coldly asked, "Where is he?"

Nangong Zhe tightened his grip on the wine jug.