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Qi Yunshan's aged face revealed such a benevolent expression. For a moment, it really made people think that he was such a kind old man, his words were filled with worry for his children. "No matter what happens, you have to protect my daughter. Rufeng is gone, I can't even save Rain! Bozhao, can you promise me that? "

Hearing that, Ke Bozhao's face tensed up, "Master, don't worry, even if Bozhao were to put his life on the line, he will still protect Empress!"

Qi Yunshan let out a long sigh, and patted Ke Bozhao's shoulder with a helpless look on his face, "With your words, this old man is relieved! Life is like a dream, everything in the world is unpredictable. Bozhao, your name is fake, interest is fake, only this close relative is real, you should also properly find a woman suitable for you and leave you a mark! "

Hearing these words, Ke Bozhao let out a long sigh, "Master also knows Bozhao's personality. If I were to find someone who has nothing to say, I might as well be by myself. Just as her teacher had said, fame and fortune only came from blood and flesh. She did not know that there was also the pain of flesh and blood being torn apart. Bozhao's fate is like this, I will probably be lonely until I grow old! "

"You can't trust the words of those wandering Warlocks, you... Never mind. All these years have passed, aren't you fine? " Qi Yunshan shook his head and ridiculed, "Could it be that you don't like the excuses made by those women?"

Ke Bozhao was slightly embarrassed, "Master, this matter should be discussed in the future!"

Qi Yunshan smiled at him, and did not say anymore.

It was only when Ke Bozhao walked out of the Taifu Mansion did the smile on his face completely collapse. Ke Bozhao's gaze couldn't help but sink, but he did not linger, and directly boarded the carriage to leave the place once he came out from the Taifu Mansion.

It was only until they arrived at the Prime Minister's Estate and entered the study room that Fuzi dared to speak. "Prime Minister, your complexion isn't too good.

Ke Bozhao suddenly came to his senses, and realised that his palm was slightly wet. Panting, Ke Bozhao shook his head, "Nothing serious, I was just a little nervous all of a sudden! I just suddenly felt that, Qi Yunshan... " He paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore!" However, he had to think of a way, since Qi Yunshan had thought of something that he shouldn't have done.

With his eyes wide open, Ke Bozhao leaned back on the chair expressionlessly, and stared at the ceiling. No one knew what he was thinking, nor did they know the magnificence of the waves deep within his heart.

Seeing that, Fuzi saluted and quietly left.

It was naturally a good thing that the case of the top scholar had been solved. Regardless of whether it was Zhao Jing or the entire imperial government, they all heaved a sigh of relief. No matter who was behind this butcher, it was possible to stop for now.

Twilight descended, the night was dark.

Zhao Jing leaned on the soft couch and looked out the window at the dark night. The cold wind seemed to blow into his bones, causing people's hearts to turn cold.

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge entered and closed the window in a hurry, "Your majesty's health is not good, how can you blow such a cold wind, if you were sick, what would happen?" When she closed the window and glanced back, she only saw Zhao Jing's slightly retracted eyes, and he was somewhat depressed.

Wei Shuge's hand which was placed on the window subconsciously paused for a moment, then lightly smiled at Zhao Jing. "This servant knows what His Majesty is worried about, it's just that there are some things that I really cannot rush for now. This is already the best start to the battle. Your Majesty, please be at ease! "

Zhao Jing nodded his head. He had a fire cage in his embrace and his body was covered with a blanket but his entire body was like ice. This kind of feeling as if he was in an icehouse, with a cold feeling coming from the bottom of his heart, would not be understood by others. The so called empathy was just a word of consolation! If it didn't happen to him, how could he feel it?

"Jing Hong has sent a message!" Wei Shuge handed the secret letter to Zhao Jing.

It was only at this time that Zhao Jing seemed to have a little bit of emotion. She coughed twice and quickly opened the letter. After a while, Zhao Jing's face turned even uglier, his eyebrows knitted tightly, "Wooden box?" She passed the secret letter to Wei Shuge casually, and fell into deep thought.

Wei Shuge was puzzled, reading the letter carefully.

When Qi Yunshan returned, there was a mysterious black clothed man in the carriage. This mysterious man even had a wooden box in his hands, but he did not know what was hidden in the wooden box that required him to guard it with such heavy troops. Jing Hong originally wanted to see what was going on, but who knew that this black-clothed man's martial arts were so strong that even Jing Hong was no match for him? He was so shocked that he was almost captured. Fortunately, her subordinates vowed to protect her, so she was able to escape by luck. However, she still suffered severe injuries and almost died in the wilderness.

"A mysterious man in black?" Wei Shuge threw the letter into the brazier, the azure light quickly engulfed the letter, leaving not a single trace behind, "A martial arts technique on top of the Flowing Light?"

Zhao Jing's eyes became unsightly, "Is there such a person in the martial arts world?"

Wei Shuge thought in detail, and then, he shook his head with slight hesitation. "Jing Hong's martial arts originated from the Demon Palace, so for her to be able to assume the post of Protector in the Demon Palace, it already isn't something that ordinary people can match up to. There were very few people in the martial arts world. In the martial arts world, there were many sects and clans with many different kinds of plants and animals. Even if their ancestors had some amazing achievements, their descendants were not filial and would not have any future achievements. At the very least, before I entered the palace, there were no famous people who were invincible in the martial arts world. "

However, she had been in the palace for more than two years. Was it possible that some sort of rookie had appeared in these two years? But if there was a rookie, it was impossible for the Demon Palace not to know, and it was impossible for Jing Hong not to know. Could it be an otherworldly expert that lived in seclusion in the forest? If that was the case, then this matter was a little tricky. The opponent's martial arts were unfathomable, and he wasn't even a match for Jing Hong. In this situation, he really couldn't be touched, or else he would just be throwing his life away.

Zhao Jing's face turned white, the weather had become colder and colder, the things inside her bones were unable to take it. However, Zhao Jing did not flare up in front of Wei Shuge. There weren't many people she cared about right now, and there were only two people left. So it was better to not let them know too much about some things. They knew there was no cure, so why should they worry?

"Shuge, I'm tired. You go out first!" Zhao Jing closed his eyebrows, slanted his head and leaned on the soft couch to rest.

Wei Shuge could also tell that Zhao Jing's expression was not well. She thought that it was probably because she had blown the cold wind. All these years, Zhao Jing's body was getting weaker and weaker, but there were also times where the weather was good. If the sun shone intensely, she would feel much more comfortable. However, if the sky was cold, it would be as if she would fall into hibernation. She would be especially drowsy and drowsy.

"Your majesty, rest well. We're all waiting outside." Wei Shuge carefully tucked her in.

Zhao Jing did not say anything, but bowed and left.

While his heart was in pain, Zhao Jing habitually hugged himself tightly. It was too cold to wrap the blanket around him. He had a fire cage in his arms, but it felt like he was hugging ice cubes. Was he really at such an irreparable point? He had reached a dead end? Did the heavens want her to die?

Zhao Jing tried to breathe deeply and smell the faint fragrance of the melon fruit in the room, trying to relax his mind. However, no matter what she did, the pain continued to increase, until she could no longer tell if she was feeling cold or hot. Or alternating hot and cold.

The beads of sweat on his forehead couldn't help but fall. Zhao Jing bit her lips, not daring to moan even when she was in extreme pain. She was afraid, afraid that others would know of her weakness, afraid that the people around her would despair because of this. He hoped that once this item was questioned and even taken away, it would never return to its original state! She was everyone's hope, and also her own, so no matter what happened, she would not dare to show the weakest of her side in front of everyone.

She was the monarch!

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands stretched out from behind her back, followed by a warm embrace that completely enveloped her within. This person had a heart of stone, but an unusually warm embrace. He would always inadvertently appear by her side like this. It was as if he could predict every moment, as if he was always staring at her, just in time to appear when she was in danger or was about to fall ill.

Dongfang Weiming embraced the Little Hedgehog in his arms. Every time the Hedgehog in his house hurt, it would curl up its body, as if this was the only way to protect its own stubbornness. Yet, it was this stubbornness that made him feel agitated for no reason. After all these years of scheming, had he really done something wrong?

No, he couldn't be wrong, how could he be wrong? This had all been fated, a debt owed by their Zhao Family. It was a matter of course that his father would repay his daughter. It was just that his heart ached a little. If the debt of the previous generation were to be repaid by her, it would be quite unfair to say so. What's the use of being wronged? What should be returned must be returned, not one cent less.

"Uncle, it hurts!" Zhao Jing's lips trembled slightly, the pain causing her entire face to turn pale white. In the dim light, she was almost transparent, her body still curled into a ball, unable to let go.

Dongfang Weiming hugged her tightly, and even he himself did not realise how heavy the pressure was. In the end, he managed to shift the pain from her body. Instead, she only felt that his arms and chest were too hard, causing her to panic in pain.

"Uncle …" She opened her mouth, but because there was still some pain, her voice was somewhat broken. But because it was broken, the light in her almond eyes became particularly blurred and alluring. She stared at him with reddened eyes and red nose tips. Her clothes had long since been drenched in cold sweat. "Pain!"

But it wasn't his heart that was hurting, it was his arm that was so bad!

Dongfang Weiming frowned, "It's still painful?"

"The Uncle is as hard as iron, and his body is extremely hard as well!" Her breathing was weak. "Release me! I'm not dying from the pain. I'm going to be strangled to death by you!"

Hearing that, Dongfang Weiming was shocked, he immediately placed her on the bed, and realised that he could not control himself. As a martial artist, he was usually calm and collected. He had never been afraid in a battle, but now, he actually felt some fear and backed down a bit.

He carefully tucked her in, then looked at Zhao Jing who was sweating profusely, and asked with a dark and hoarse voice, "What do you think now?" Did she think he was holding her too tightly because he was resisting in his heart?

"Next time, if it's Uncle's pain, how about it?" She was a bit resentful and her eyes were misty, making it difficult to see the expression on the person's face. When his eyes became clear again, there were no longer any emotions on his face.

"Alright!" His powerful words were like a stone that gave rise to a thousand ripples, causing her to be stunned on the spot.

What did he say?

Good?!