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Zhong Fu found out one thing, and that was that Wen Yuye's temper wasn't good at all. This person was profound and didn't divulge it. His way of doing things was particularly shrewd. Once he decided on something, even nine bulls wouldn't be able to pull him back. Therefore, if Wen Yuye wanted to chase Zhong Fu away, Zhong Fu really didn't have any other choice. He could only carry his own bag and curse loudly in his heart.

"Young Master?" He hugged the bundle in his arms tightly and said, "Are you really going to leave Noble Heir alone?"

Wen Yuye got into the carriage, "Even you think I'm joking?"

He hesitated for a while before asking, "If there's something good in Noble Heir, what should I do?"

"His life is his own, no one can make a decision. Even if he doesn't want to live, it's his own business. If he doesn't get it, it'll implicate us! " Wen Yuye took a deep breath, "Forget it, there's no need to mention him. We have our own paths to walk on. This was the capital, and no one was allowed to cause trouble here. That is his insistence. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me! "

In the nick of time, he did not forget to add, "We just met by chance."

He nodded his head, and placed his bag on the carriage. As he reined in the horse, he subconsciously looked back at Zhong Fu who was standing at the back of the carriage. With a sigh, he drove away.

Zhong Fu placed both of his hands on his waist, and watched the horse carriage go further and further away, until it finally disappeared into the night. He bared his teeth and looked around, "Alright you Fortuneteller Wen, don't meet me next time, if not, I will definitely beat you until all your teeth fall out. To turn hostile just because you said so, you are indeed the most heartless of scholars! " After thinking about it, he thought that once Wen Yuye left, he couldn't stay in the Bright Moon House anymore. He needed to find a remote inn to stay.

Now that he was alone, the question was, should he inform the little emperor about his whereabouts? Will the little Emperor be angry? That brat is always so petty, if he knew him … He had already informed Dongfang Weiming about it. Could the little emperor already know?

Zhong Fu squatted at the corner of the street, sighed, and scratched his head anxiously. When Wen Yuye wasn't around, he didn't even have the person to make the decision.

In the distance, a figure stood there indifferently, followed by the woman's low and cold laughter. "You guys stay here and watch, I'll go back to report. "Remember, do not act rashly, and do not alert the enemy."

"Yes sir!" The women answered, still hiding in the darkness.

Darkness was the best color to hide. It could cover everything and prevent others from noticing.

In a moment, this news reached his Spring Wind Paradise.

In the candlelight, the familiar face had an obvious look of respect. This was the woman who had kidnapped Zhong Fu back then. She was still here today, but Zhong Fu did not know where he was in the past and was unable to find her. It saved them a lot of trouble. Of course, even if Zhong Fu managed to find them, it would be useless. The objects and furnishings inside the Spring Wind Paradise, and even the skins on everyone's faces, had already been changed a few times.

"He's on the corner?" The sound of the zither was faint and it emitted a low and deep sound. The woman laughed softly through the screen, "He is not afraid of death, he has experienced it once before and now he dares to squat alone on the street corner. Phoenix City is indeed different. My brain is inferior to others, but my courage is not small. "

"Miss!" The woman bowed. "Do you want to bring him back?"

"Why did you bring it back? Since our people can find him, then naturally there are others who can too. To bring him back, is not to dig his own grave? " The woman laughed coldly, "The reason I wanted to capture him back then, was because Dongfang Weiming was the only one in the capital. I could not let the Noble Heir of Prince Yu land in the hands of Regent's Mansion. Now that Qi Yunshan is back, the situation in the capital has long changed. There is no need for us to capture him in our hands, in case we cause trouble that we shouldn't have. "Just stare at him. If someone wants to take him away, there is no need to stop them!"

"Yes sir!" The woman saluted and quickly left.

The zither music continued as before, spiraling without end. The movements of his fingertips were smooth and graceful. With just a flick of his fingers, he could decide a person's life or death. It truly made one's heart palpitate.

"I believe I can't hide it from Qi Yunshan." A voice came from the cabinet, "Miss, if the Noble Heir were to land in Qi Yunshan's hands, wouldn't that mean that he would cause a great disaster? The imperial government and the Phoenix City have been at loggerheads for many years. They were always at odds with each other, so this way … "

"This way, we'll be able to enjoy the show!" The zither music abruptly stopped, "Are you doubting my decision?"

"I don't dare!" That voice instantly disappeared without a trace.

The woman let out a long breath. "Phoenix City is always a hidden danger, but to eradicate it, one has to rely on the power of the imperial court." Whether Qi Yunshan or Dongfang Weiming, if you use it properly, it will be the blade in my hand, if not, it will be my life's worth of poison! " The tip of his finger swept across the zither, releasing a long cry, "In this world, I am a chess piece, but the only difference is that I am a chess player, a chess player! The strongest thing between people was not their blood and bones, but their interests. "People die for money, birds die for food. It has been the same since ancient times.

The candle flame in the room instantly went out, and nothing else happened.

The night in Beijing was full of dreams, mostly covered in blood.

When he woke up, everything went on and on.

It was a brand-new day, and it was also a day that was getting colder and colder. As the weather grew colder, Zhao Jing's complexion grew worse and worse, and his body became weaker and weaker. She felt a little dizzy. No, it should be drowsiness. It was as though she had not slept at all for many days. No matter how much she slept, she would not be able to sleep at all. She just kept yawning.

"What happened to the emperor?" Wei Shuge walked in and upon seeing Zhao Jing's expression, couldn't help but to be a little worried, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zhao Jing shook his heavy head, "It's not that I'm feeling uncomfortable anywhere, it's just that I'm tired and can't sleep enough no matter what." She coughed twice, her face white and almost transparent. "What time is it?"

"It was a quarter past eight when the morning was over." Wei Shuge helped Zhao Jing change his clothes.

Zhao Jing's gaze darkened, "We have slept for such a long time?" Could it really be because of Dongfang Weiming? She actually slept so deeply? The key point was that even after sleeping for so long, he still felt like he didn't sleep enough. This was truly … How strange! What kind of bewitching soup did the Bastard give her?

"This servant also feels that it's strange that the emperor has never been like this in the past." Earlier, when a servant came in and shouted twice for the emperor, the emperor didn't react at all. This servant is still thinking if the emperor hasn't had a good rest recently because of the case of the Noble Heir and the new top scorer. " Wei Shuge frowned slightly. "Your majesty, do you want to find an imperial physician?"

Zhao Jing shook her head. There was something in her body, if it was the Imperial Physician doing something, so what? Or perhaps the imperial physician could see something, and things wouldn't be so simple! Zhao Jing's body was extremely cold. He rubbed his hands together and walked in front of the brazier to dry his hands.

Dongfang Weiming had a habit that before he left, he would definitely light her fire to prevent her from getting cold. Thus, when he left, she would not notice too much. After all, if her body was warm, her sleepiness would also increase.

Zhao Jing got up and walked out. The wind these few days was still strong and the temperature dropped quickly. Even with the fire cage in his arms, he was still shivering cold. This damnable weather, its eyes filled with a hazy grey color, made people feel unsatisfied. They felt a little pressured, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Your majesty!" Zhao Yuannan entered, "Prime Minister has entered the palace."

Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yuannan thoughtfully, and when their eyes met, Zhao Yuannan nodded in understanding. Zhao Jing already had a rough idea of what was going on, "Let him go wait at Imperial Study!"

"Yes sir!" Zhao Yuannan quickly retreated.

Wei Shuge hesitated for a while. "Your majesty, the Prime Minister couldn't have come for that matter, right?"

Zhao Jing's gaze was cold as he hugged the fire cage tightly. "Ke Bozhao, you're too smart!"

Indeed, Ke Bozhao's brain was too good. Or perhaps, Ke Bozhao was more suspicious than anyone else. He knew what Zhao Jing needed, and he understood what he needed even more.

When Zhao Jing entered, he greeted respectfully.

"I haven't been feeling good these past few days. Prime Minister, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Zhao Jing sat down, his face pale white, as though his body was really unhappy, and he looked to be in a very bad mood.

Ke Bozhao hesitated for a moment, "This humble subject does not know how His Majesty's dragon body is doing, this humble subject deserves to die!" He knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Zhao Jing coughed lightly, feeling weak all over. "We didn't call for the imperial physician, so we didn't want to cause too much trouble. The prime minister should know what we mean." She lazily raised her eyelids, and said to Ke Bozhao: "Get up, don't kneel!"

"Yes sir!" Ke Bozhao stood up, took out a paper from his sleeve, and respectfully handed it over to Zhao Jing. "Your Majesty, take a look at this." He spoke very softly, and when he approached Zhao Jing, he could faintly smell the faint scent of ink from her body.

Zhao Jing reached out to take it, and roughly opened up the paper. Her slender, jade-like fingertip moved between the lines of words, her forehead slightly twisting. She seemed to be thinking about something, and when she turned around to look at Ke Bozhao, it was as if she couldn't believe it.

Ke Bozhao stood at the side, and when she regained her senses, she saw that her fingertip, which was as white as an onion's root, was resting on the paper, moving her fingertip, showing a distinct black and white color along with the ink stain. The room was very quiet, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. This faint scent of ink lingered at the tip of his nose. It was truly a good smell!

Secretly taking a deep breath, Ke Bozhao said, "Your majesty, the case of the new top scholar has already been solved. There are many golden scientists in the imperial court now, it can be said that they have injected fresh blood into the imperial court. Everyone began playing, saying that the emperor had not sacrificed the heavens at the beginning of his reign. Logically speaking, this should have happened since last year, but at that time, the emperor had just ascended the throne. "The weather hasn't been bad lately. If the emperor's dragon body is safe and sound …"

Zhao Jing frowned, "Prime minister means, to sacrifice the heavens?"

"Logically speaking, the Heaven Bestowal Sutra was a rule set by the ancestors. Your majesty, what do you think?" When Ke Bozhao saw her close the paper, he faintly smiled and said, "Your Majesty feels that it's a little difficult, is it because of the Taifu Mansion?" Of course he knew, Dongfang Weiming would not stop this situation. This was a good chance to officially declare his sovereignty to the entire world. Regardless of whether it was to Zhao Jing or Zhao Jing, it was a good thing!

"Alright!" Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes, "Over at the Regent's Mansion, we will explain ourselves. There's still a whole dynasty of civil and military personnel …"

Ke Bozhao looked at her and laughed, his voice sounding extremely gloomy. He looked her in the eye and laughed. "Your Majesty, rest assured, everything will be done according to the rules. This sacrifice to the heavens is the last major event of the new year. Once it's over, we should spend a year in peace, and next year should be the year of the Emperor's dance. Declaring it to the world and filling up the harem, this was the established sequence of Zhao Jing's life.

But Zhao Jing could hear the threat in his words, and could not help but feel a chill in his heart.