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Zhao Jing pressed his palm against the chessboard. The chilliness of the chessboard quickly seeped into his skin, but it was quickly covered by his hand. She fixed her gaze on him, trying her best to suppress the surging waves in her heart. She looked at him with a puzzled and confused expression, and asked in a low voice, "Father Zhong, what's going on?" She stared at him, not daring to relax in the slightest. Anyone who avoided her gaze would become a reason for his suspicion.

"Your Majesty is so smart. Don't you understand what this humble subject is saying?" He then curled his hand and completely wrapped her soft hand around his own. Dongfang Wenming played around with it for a while before letting go. His slightly rough fingertips moved along the back of her hand, causing her to feel a strange numbness that caused Zhao Jing's complexion to change.

She breathed heavily as she looked at him, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

"To underestimate an evenly matched opponent is undoubtedly digging one's own grave!" The chess piece had not fallen from the east yet. "What kind of person is Nangong Zhe? Your Majesty doesn't understand, so this humble subject shall explain it to Your Majesty. The Four Directions Gate had existed since the start of the dynasty, and had been left behind by the emperor from generation to generation. Although the Nangong Family were destitute and destitute, all of them were rare geniuses! "He's a fool, but he's also a genius!"

Zhao Jing gawked. "Fool?"

"There is no mystery that cannot be solved in every case that falls to the four-sided door! They are deeply trusted by every generation of emperors, and do not form alliances or businesses. They do not care about the affairs of the imperial court, and they are under the rule of the heavens, committing crimes similar to those committed by commoners! " Dongfang Wenming quietly said, "Only that case over ten years ago is a taboo in the Four Directions Sect. Apart from that, it can be said that there will be no losses!"

Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes. "So I made the right choice this time?" She had a mischievous smile on her face. "Father Zhong, are you flattering me in a roundabout way? "Since that's the case, I am worthy of it!"

"Does the emperor know how to write the word 'face'?" Dongfang Wenming asked.

Zhao Jing shook his head and replied in all seriousness, "What is a face? It's something that not even Father Zhong has. How could I dare to hoard it?" When did Father Zhong give birth to such a thing like pride? It wouldn't be too late for us to study hard again! What did Father think? "

"Good idea!" Dongfang Wenming waved at her, "Come here!"

Zhao Jing didn't understand. He got up and walked towards him, not knowing what he was doing! The only valuable part of her life was when she was wearing the dragon robe, so she wasn't afraid that he would suddenly act on impulse and snap her neck. Moreover, there was something he wanted in this body, wasn't there? Zhao Jing had already walked in front of him. He had the stubbornness of a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of a tiger. "Father Zhong, you have to …"

Before she could finish, her body had already landed in Dongfang Wenming's arms. In the end, this person's hands and feet were all tied. Before, it wasn't that serious, but now, it was even more impressive. If he didn't make a move on her, then he would lose a lot of money. Zhao Jing couldn't wrap his head around it. Was this disease inherited from his clan, or was it an invention of his, Dongfang Wenming's? If it was inherited, then it couldn't be blamed on him. In the end, it was all because of the lack of justice. If it was an original invention, then Zhao Jing would feel that this illness could be treated with care. Before he had the time to meet anyone, he would want to hug them and touch them!

When he thought of how ill he would be in the future, Zhao Jing felt a sense of helplessness from his entire body. It was as if something was stuck in his heart and he couldn't let it go. He felt like he deserved it! Therefore, Zhao Jing's tone wasn't very pleasant. "Father Zhong isn't afraid of making a cocoon out of my tender skin. In the future, will you feel better?"

Dongfang Wenming frowned. Why was this girl talking like she had a gun and a stick? It sounded rather sour, but it was indeed the heart of a woman. Currently, she was still not a woman. She was just a young girl that had never been born. If she became a woman in the future, wouldn't it be the heavens? Subconsciously, he hugged her even more tightly and stared at her with a smile that was not a smile.

The more he looked at the little thing in his arms, the more it looked like a white jade doll! When he heard that Empress Dowager Liu had been favored by the late emperor before, the late emperor was overjoyed as well. If it wasn't for that incident afterwards, he probably would've … After pausing for a while, Dongfang Wenming hurriedly calmed his mind. Why did he think of all this nonsense about Chen Seshi's rotten grain for no reason?

"It is great that the cocoons have been grinded. This way, the Emperor will be invulnerable to swords and spears. He can also follow this humble subject to the battlefield and witness the bloody slaughter in this peaceful and prosperous world. In this way, the Emperor knew that being merciful to the enemy meant being cruel to oneself! You think that you can leave something to chance, but you didn't know that the other party is trying to kill you! " His bony hand took hold of her delicate jaw and raised it slightly to teach her to meet his eyes. The warm breath of the east was on her face.

She saw that his half-lowered brows and eyes had withdrawn the light in his eyes. For a moment, Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat as he watched that face enlarge in his line of sight. Finally, the tip of his nose was pressed against hers, and his lips were no more than a hair's breadth away from hers. Zhao Jing felt cold sweat dripping down his back!

Dongfang Wenming didn't touch her. He only pursed his lips into a smile that wasn't a smile. "Your Majesty is so nervous. Are you aware of how it feels to be a fish under a human's chopping block?" When he placed his hand on her waist, his strength slightly increased. Zhao Jing couldn't help but frown in pain.

Actually, neither of the two could see the other person clearly, so their eyes were cloudy. It was very much like the situation for two people, their thoughts. He could guess what she was thinking, and he could not see through the man in front of him. In truth, Zhao Jing had lost this game from the very start. However, the wheel of destiny was still spinning rapidly. Until the last moment, no one would know who would win or lose.

"Father Zhong, are you going to eat me?" Her voice trembled almost inaudibly as she felt her entire body heat up. The heat from inside to outside even made her palms slightly wet.

"Did you hear the sound of sharpening swords?" He asked with a smile, but maintained his posture. The two of them were in close contact, she was the meat on the chopping block, he was the butcher with the sword.

Zhao Jing felt a chill on his neck. "What happened to Father Zhong?" We have something to say, can't we just say it directly? Playing chess properly, why did Father Zhong suddenly do this? "

"You still don't understand?" In the end, he released her and stood up. When he left, he withdrew all the warmth from her body, causing Zhao Jing to shudder uncontrollably.

She raised her head and saw his back was facing her. She heard his warm words, "You want to join hands with Nangong Zhe, but Nangong Zhe doesn't believe you. You lost the Zhong Fu, did you think that you could blame this on the Nangong Family? Your majesty, this is not how your wishful thinking works. This art of scheming is like a chess game. It is impossible to be quick, not to mention that you have left a trump card in your hands. You think that Nangong Zhe is a humble subject? Do you know what it means to let the emperor have you? "

"You're just Nangong Zhe, and you're already so soft-hearted? If you meet Qi Yunshan, will you have a chance to rise again? "How many more times does Your Majesty need this humble subject to say if you want to beat a snake and not die while you're suffering from its poison?" Suddenly, the chess piece on his fingertip was crushed into powder.

Zhao Jing was so shocked that he suddenly tensed up. He stared in disbelief at the cold face of Dongfang Wenming as he slowly recovered from his shock. His expression was very unsightly, and his gaze was also very cold. There was not a single trace of emotion in his eyes, so much so that the air in the room suddenly froze into ice, so cold that it caused one to shiver. He's … Was he teaching her? Teach her what is the way of government? Unmerciful?!

"Didn't you say that the Nangong Clan is against the imperial government …" She was stuttering. She had done wrong in this matter. She thought that Nangong Zhe would stand by her side. She thought that even though Nangong Zhe did not form a clique, he was loyal and patriotic. However, Nangong Zhe did not believe in her. Therefore, when Nangong Zhe was injured, Zhao Jing knew that he had caused a huge disaster. He had known that this would happen the moment Dongfang Wenyi said, "Why would Nangong Zhe bully the sovereign?"

She had lost to Nangong Zhe.

"I …" He just didn't want his friend to become someone else's knife! Since Father Zhong did not want his identity to be exposed, then I will use Nangong Zhe to send Zhong Fu out of the city. Father Zhong knew why, but Cobb and the other powers in the capital certainly didn't. Even though I have lost this time around, I am only losing because I do not understand Nangong Zhe, this stubborn rock! " Zhao Jing stretched his neck.

Dongfang Wenming turned around and placed his hands on her left and right sides. He stared at her without blinking, "You didn't lose to Nangong Zhe, you lost to yourself! Your Majesty, it's not your fault for underestimating the enemy. After all, you know too little. However, being conceited was an unforgivable sin! Nangong Zhe is just a clown. However, if the emperor is still so arrogant and conceited when facing Qi Yunshan and Ke Boyu, this humble subject will not be able to save you! "

He stared into her eyes. "Your subject dares to ask, does Your Imperial Majesty still wish to purchase the land of the mountains and rivers of the Grand Xia?"

"Do you dare to reject it?" she asked.

Dongfang Wenming smiled. He slowly straightened his body and looked at her condescendingly, "By relying on your own ability, keep the thing in your hands safe and sound. The strong preyed on the weak. This imperial court was even better than the battlefield. On the battlefield, only a generation had died. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers had died! However, if the imperial court were to fail and teach outsiders to invade, then the children and grandchildren would all be sinners and slaves! It is a good thing that the Emperor is young and ambitious, but do not be presumptuous. "With your ability, not to mention Qi Yunshan and Ke Bo, you are just a child in the eyes of the civil and military officials!"

"This subject will take responsibility for today's matters for the emperor. However, if there comes a day when this subject is not in the capital nor is he by his side, who will clean up this mess for you, your majesty? Didn't the emperor already notice that someone was messing around in the capital? From this, it could be seen that the Emperor was truly loyal. Even a prince heir of the Duke's Mansion dared to call him a friend, risking his life to save him. It was truly a rare event to behold … "

At first, when Zhao Jing heard this, he was nervous. He really felt that Dong Fang's words were reasonable, and he was indeed reflecting on himself. He had been too careless and had caused Nangong Zhe to rebel against him. However, at the very end, why did Zhao Jing feel that it was a bit sour? She frowned as she looked at Dongfang Wenming. This bastard was teaching people a lesson, as if everything was under his control. "Since you know the inside story, why didn't you stop me earlier? Even if Father Zhong was helping me, I still wouldn't be at Nangong Zhe's disadvantage. But now you still have Father Zhong begging me to clean up this mess. I am truly sorry! "

"Where is Zhong Fu now?" Dongfang Wenming asked.

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "Don't you know everything?" If so, I will investigate it myself. I will just send him out of the city, then I won't care about anything else!] "Now, whether he has gone to the ends of the earth or to the corners of the sea, I am not Half Immortal Zhao. How would I know all of this so clearly?"

Dongfang Wenming smiled, and a hint of ridicule could be seen in his eyes. "Are you sure you can send him out of the city?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat. Why … Could it be that Fleeting Time had failed? Or could it be that the Zhong Fu had already fallen into the hands of Dongfang Mingming?