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Separated by a screen, there were people floating in the dim light.

When Qi Yunshan sat down once again, the zither music rang out once more. The sound of the zither lingered in the air, lingering between his fingers. Circumventing sounds, accompanied by the popular voices outside, easily make people lose their sense of direction, recall the past.

"Imperial Tutor is really not giving up! It's raining so heavily, yet you still want to come over? " The woman's voice was mixed with a bit of laughter, but Qi Yunshan knew that with the laughter in her voice, it did not mean that she was definitely laughing. Some things are delusional from the beginning.

To put it nicely, delusions were a kind of obsession, a kind of hope; to put it harshly, they were like a cocoon tied to itself, and deserved it!

Qi Yunshan looked at the shoes and socks on his feet that were drenched by the rain, embarrassment hard to conceal was visible on his face, "Don't worry, no matter how heavy the rain is, I will be meeting you today, no matter how late it gets. You have to be careful of your body if you're alone! " He leaned closer to her.

However, no matter how close they were, it was useless. There was always a screen between them, and it was like two separate worlds.

"Head of the palace, it was you who did it?" she asked.

Qi Yunshan frowned, "What are you referring to?"

"The Emperor was poisoned!" His fingers moved, and the sound became a little hurried.

Qi Yunshan shook his head, "No!"

As soon as her voice fell, the zither music came to a halt. Her two hands pressed down on the zither strings, and the ending hymn rose up, "Isn't it?"

"You know, I won't hide anything from you, no!" Qi Yunshan picked up the cup, "The life and death of the emperor is of no use to me. If Dongfang Weiming was not the only one, even if the emperor was killed, there would still be another emperor. Or perhaps, Dongfang Weiming might call himself the emperor, and the situation would become even more troublesome. I am not so old that my eyes are blurry and I am so muddleheaded! "

"The poison wasn't administered by you, and it can't have been Dongfang Weiming slapping himself in the face." The woman seemed to be hesitating, "This game is getting more and more interesting! "He poisoned a dead eunuch and messed up the entire palace. What a capable person!"

Qi Yunshan knew that the Emperor had been poisoned, but … Dongfang Weiming intentionally sealed the news, then Qi Yunshan would pretend that he did not know, so that the blame would not fall on him again.

"What else did you do?" She stood up behind the screen.

"The capital is going to change!" Qi Yunshan said, "Noble Heir of Prince Yu, you might not be able to survive!"

In that instant, the surroundings suddenly became deathly silent. No one spoke a word. In the room, only the crisp sound of the candles and the rain could be heard. The sound of rain falling on the roof tiles seemed to strike at the heart, causing one's heart to skip a beat along with it.

"You killed Noble Heir?" The woman's voice was sharp, "Imperial Tutor, are you crazy? If you provoke Phoenix City, the capital would not be preserved, and the entire Da Xia Empire would not be preserved. What kind of great power would you usurp from? I think you are really old and senile, to actually dare to make a move against the Young Master of the Phoenix City. At dusk, the beggar that Dongfang Weiming sent into the palace to be treated, could it be … "

"Yes!" Qi Yunshan put down the cup in his hand, and was not angry at her harsh words, "That is the Noble Heir of Prince Yu, Zhong Fu. He had been struck, and his life was coming to an end! Once the sky brightened, it was impossible to hide this news, and once it spread to the Phoenix City, there would definitely be a war going on depending on Zhong Changtian's temper. Zhong Changtian is such a son, for his son, he would not hesitate at all! "

Speaking of his son, Qi Yunshan laughed bitterly, he then raised his head to look at the lady behind the screen, "The capital is not peaceful anymore, do you want to..."

"You want me to leave the capital?" The woman scoffed, "You retreated just because of Zhong Fu? I am not as useless as you, as long as Dongfang Weiming is still alive, I will not leave. If he doesn't die, then my heart will be troubled. "

"Leave Dongfang Weiming's matter to me!" Qi Yunshan said.

The woman suddenly laughed, "You? You have been fighting with Dongfang Family for half your life, from Eastern Wenzheng to the current Dongfang Weiming, how much of an advantage did the Imperial Tutor have? When Dongfang Wu Zheng died, when Dongfang Weiming was still young, the Imperial Tutor did not manage to obtain the military power. In the end, it fell into Dongfang Weiming's hands, allowing his son to go through with his current situation. Imperial Tutor thinks that I can see the small mountains in one glance? "

Qi Yunshan was dumbstruck, and was unable to answer. He stared at the cup in his hand, dazed. When he came back to his senses, there was no trace of that person behind the screen. He quickly put down his cup and rushed over.

Behind the screen, it was completely empty. People had long since left through the side door. The layout of the room was very strange. Behind the screen was a side door. She was the only one who was allowed to walk through this door. No one else was allowed to pass through. Thus, if she wanted to come, she could come. If she wanted to leave, she could leave. No one could stop her!

A guqin was quietly placed on the zither stand, and a sweet fragrance was burning on the table. There was no fragrance, only a wisp of green smoke.

Qi Yunshan faintly sighed as his fingertips fiddled with the strings of the zither. In the end, he was unable to play such a beautiful zither music. He could still remember how melodious it was when he played the zither music. He placed his hand on the zither strings and his expression immediately darkened, "So you're not even willing to meet me? To think that you would hate me to such an extent. "

The old man sighed. Who knew what the hearts of old friends were like?

The hearts of the dead have been destroyed, and there is nowhere to look for old faces.

The heavy rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.

The rain and wind had stopped, and the cold penetrated into his bones.

Zhao Jing didn't know when he fell asleep, he only remembered that he was originally leaning against the pillar of the bed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Dongfang Weiming's face, dark to the extreme. He just stared at her without blinking, afraid that if he blinked, she would fall asleep and never wake up again.

"Uncle?" Zhao Jing looked around in shock. This was not a Imperial Hospital, this was her Qianyuan Hall. When did she come back? Why didn't she feel it at all? Subconsciously, Zhao Jing thought of the wound on his own hand. He clenched his fist tightly, and planned to silently pull his hand back into the blanket.

In the next moment, Dongfang Weiming pressed on his wrist.

Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat. He thought that Bastard would stare at him and not care about the details on his hands. Now, he had been caught red-handed!

"What does the Emperor want?" Dongfang Weiming asked coldly, his eyes looking down at the hand in his palm. He had long seen the wound on Zhao Jing's hand, "The emperor fell asleep in his Imperial Hospital, so this subject was worried about the emperor's dragon body, and thus personally sent the emperor back. Your Majesty's injury was redressed and bandaged by this subject. Can your majesty hide it from this humble subject even after you've sized him up? "

Zhao Jing's hand was held by Dongfang Weiming, and the gauze on her palm was extremely clear, the mottled blood on it was enough to prove that her injury was a new one. When she applied the medicine, Dongfang Weiming had also looked at the wound carefully. The wound could not be considered severe, but a cut was made on her fair palm, which in Dongfang Weiming's eyes, was a rather sinister and terrifying thing. It was a bright red wound with white flesh that turned outwards, dyeing the jade-like palm red. The lines on the palm were clearly visible under the influence of the fresh blood.

"It's only a small wound!" Zhao Jing forced himself to sit up. She looked around, but didn't find any trace of Wei Shuge or his presence. In front of Dongfang Weiming, she started to cower a little, not knowing if she should ask Zhong Fu about him.

"How noble is the Emperor's dragon body? How could he dare to harm it?" Dongfang Weiming said coldly, "Your Majesty does not know to cherish your body. Are all the servants by your side trash as well? "He actually doesn't know how to stop the Emperor from having such a temper."

Zhao Jing bit her lower lip, staring at him without blinking, "Now, may I ask?"

"There's no need for the Emperor to get involved with the matters of the Noble Heir of Prince Yu!" Dongfang Weiming stood up coldly, and looked as though he was holding his breath. He turned around and left, not even giving her the chance to ask questions. In the time it took to flick his sleeves, he had already walked out of the Bedchamber gate.

Zhao Jing was startled, "This person is really …"

Wei Shuge walked in with a pale face and bowed respectfully to the emperor. "Is the emperor alright?"

"I'm fine, what happened to you?" Zhao Jing was startled, "Shuge, your expression is not good!" Suddenly, Zhao Jing stretched her body straight out in shock, "What did Dongfang Weiming do to you?"

"Your servant is fine, she was only punished with twenty staff." Wei Shuge narrowed his eyes, "It is true that this servant has failed to fulfill my duty. Not long after the emperor fed the Noble Heir blood, a fever struck, and it was the Regent who carried the emperor back to the Bedchamber and took care of him until now. During... "And also changed the emperor's medicine, so …"

Zhao Jing nodded, "Apologies, I have implicated you! And the Big Brother Nan? "

"His body is weak, so his injuries are more severe. I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of bed for a few days. It was normal for the emperor to have a high fever, so Regent wouldn't be so angry. It was just that she got angry when she saw the emperor's injury. " Wei Shuge said in a low voice.

"How is Zhong Fu?" Zhao Jing's body suddenly trembled, and in a hurry he pulled away his bedding, "He …"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. The Noble Heir is still alive!" Wei Shuge hurriedly said, "Don't be in such a rush, the Noble Heir's poison has already been cured. Imperial Physician Xiao said that the Noble Heir's life was saved, it's just that she hasn't woken up yet. She needs some time to recuperate and recover!"

Hearing that, Zhao Jing's heart finally let out a sigh, "He's not dead? You managed to preserve your life?! "

Did this mean that her mountains and rivers were also preserved? The Phoenix City would not revolt, and the Da Xia Empire would not be in a precarious situation for the time being. Fortunately! Fortunately! What a blessing in disguise! If Zhao Jing had not given him that chance, he probably would not have known that his blood could actually detoxify the poison.

Wei Shuge squatted in front of Zhao Jing, "If you return to the Emperor, Noble Heir would be fine, so there is no need to worry! However, the current situation was such that the Emperor had to think carefully about how to deal with what was to come next. When Noble Heir entered the palace, with so many pairs of eyes watching, even Regent would not be able to block his leisurely path! Even if the Noble Heir did not have any ulterior motives, what would the people of the world think? Would the entire imperial court release him? "

Zhao Jing stared fixedly at Wei Shuge, her intelligent eyes flashed with a trace of cold ruthlessness. Of course she knew what she was about to face next. Dongfang Weiming could not hide, and she, the emperor, could not hide either.

She was afraid that this time, Zhong Fu would not be able to leave even if he wanted to. After the Noble Heir of Prince Yu's identity was exposed, in order to give the officials and the people of this world an explanation, there was only one way that they could do it both ways. However, if he did not use this method properly, it would still anger Zhong Changtian, and it would still bring about a great disaster.

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge called out.

Zhao Jing came back to his senses, and retracted the sharp glint in his eyes, "Where are the people from the Phoenix City? Where is Dongfang Weiming? "

"They are all waiting outside the Imperial Study in the side hall!" Wei Shuge bowed.

Zhao Jing stood up, his face gloomy as he looked at the door, "I'm afraid I have to make a choice!"