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As matters stood, what more could Ke Bozhao say? It was a good thing that the little emperor was considerate. It was much better than being a puppet.

"Your servant obeys the decree!" Ke Bozhao bowed.

Zhao Jing smiled slightly, "Prime Minister Ke is indeed a talent from the pillar nation, and is my pillar of support. I feel at ease with the Prime Minister here. "As for the matter of the imperial court, I am at ease thanks to Prime Minister Li's ability!"

Anyone would be overjoyed at this flattery. Seeing that Ke Bozhao was not an ordinary person, his heart skipped a beat when the emperor praised him a bit. After the Emperor praised him so much, Ke Bozhao felt that he was really done for this time! He could not help but complain incessantly in his heart. The Emperor was a man of great caution, and his ability to wield power was also top-notch. He was truly worthy of being the successor to the royal family.

"Your Majesty's praise is too much, this subject does not dare to accept it!" Ke Bozhao sighed, "The Emperor has given this subject a difficult problem. The fact that this murderer dared to make a move under the nose of the Regent shows how profound his martial arts is and how profound his scheme is. Even if this humble subject has intentions, I will still need some time. I hope that Your Majesty will forgive this humble subject! "

Zhao Jing walked up the stairs and patted Ke Bozhao's shoulder, "We are well aware of the situation in the capital, so we do not need to worry, Prime Minister. Whatever happens in the capital is up to you! If you don't investigate the murderer, Ministry of Justice will take over. If someone found out about this, they would definitely... "Incredible!" Everyone knew who some people were referring to.

The Phoenix City will not let this matter rest! It had to be known that Zhong Fu was a Noble Heir of the Prince Yu's Mansion, the only young master of the Phoenix City, and had been secretly assassinated in the capital. Although the Noble Heir could not go back, he still needed an explanation.

"This subject understands!" Ke Bozhao followed behind Zhao Jing.

The Jun Chen duo walked one after the other on the long palace road, and the random people avoided them. One of them had delicate features, while the other was handsome and handsome. It seemed like an excellent scenery to behold.

"After this subject heard that His Majesty was injured, something happened in the palace. I wonder how things are going?" Ke Bozhao asked gently.

Zhao Jing chuckled, "Something did happen and we were poisoned, but everything is fine now! The servant by my side has become the head eunuch of Imperial Palace Services Office. Do you know what this means? "

Ke Bozhao nodded his head, but his gaze remained fixated on Zhao Jing's hands, and then he absent-mindedly said, "This subject knows that the palace is filled with Regent's Mansion spies, and that the emperor cannot be free, so if the emperor wants to grow up, the first step is to let himself be free."

"I do not have any freedom to speak of, but I will do my best to fight for it." Zhao Jing stopped and spoke in a serious tone, not allowing others to doubt him at all.

"This subject trusts Your Majesty!" Ke Bozhao looked at her fixedly, "Your Majesty's hand … How did he get hurt? Could an assassin have injured the Emperor? "

Zhao Jing was startled, he could not help but move his hands a little behind him, but in the end, it was still too late. After thinking about it, Zhao Jing still took his hand out and opened up the bandage on his palm. There were no assassins that harmed me. It was just that I had seen some medical skills before and understood some medical principles. "The ancient books say that the dragon's whiskers and phoenix blood are the best medicine to induce it. At that time, I didn't have any other methods …"

Ke Bozhao took a step forward, and looked at the wound on Zhao Jing's palm with an anxious look in his eyes, "The Emperor is a sovereign, how can he..." He frowned. "Is it serious?"

"It's not heavy. I just took some blood medicine." Zhao Jing pursed his lips.

"Does it hurt?" Ke Bozhao's voice was low and hoarse.

Zhao Jing chuckled, "It's fake if I say it's not painful, but the skin and flesh are on their own. How could the knife not hurt? But if a person dies, not only me but everyone in the entire world will feel pain as well. "

Ke Bozhao nodded, and exhaled a long breath, then looked at the smiling Zhao Jing in front of him, "Your majesty, from now on, do not trust any ancient methods easily. "What is written in the book is not to be trusted. If it hurts you, then it really is …"

I understand!" I was just treating a dead horse as a living horse in a moment of desperation! " Zhao Jing laughed, but when he returned to his senses, he was somewhat startled. It was unknown when, but Ke Bozhao had actually already held her hand. The way the two of them were together today, seemed to be a little indescribably strange. "Zhao Jing's forehead twitched, and he shockingly saw Dongfang Weiming standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

Subconsciously, Zhao Jing quickly retracted his hand.

Ke Bozhao disagreed, he only took a deep breath and stood at his original position. He stood by Zhao Jing's side, his face like jade. He taught Dongfang Weiming to look, and compared to Zhao Jing's skinny and frail body, they were indeed a pair.

Dongfang Weiming had to admit that at this moment, if he was to put on his daughter's clothes and stand together with Ke Bozhao in the hall, it would definitely be a match made in heaven. One was agile, while the other was warm. The moment she moved, it was a perfect match! A perfect match? That word really didn't sound good, Dongfang Weiming didn't like it. He walked in front of Zhao Jing and looked down at her from above. Her figure was reflected in his ink-like eyes.

He snorted in his heart, he had only walked away for a short while, and was just impatiently following Ke Bozhao around, it was truly worrying. In other words, she was a heartless person. Even if you shielded her from the wind and rain, she would not be grateful to you.

Zhao Jing looked up at him. His entire person was submerged in his sinister shadow, as if he was being surrounded. The gaze she looked at him with was filled with reverence, but she was extremely conflicted in her heart. Hate this kind of thing, will never just because a moment of emotion, will only accumulate day by day, and finally to a certain degree, completely erupt.

Fortunately, it was not yet the time for Zhao Jing to erupt.

"Your majesty!" Dongfang Weiming bowed.

Ke Bozhao cupped his hands, "Long live Regent!"

Dongfang Weiming didn't pay attention to Ke Bozhao, and only held onto Zhao Jing's hand, and walked forward. "Your Majesty's body is unwell, this subject had only walked away for a moment, how can you not know how to appreciate yourself? Your majesty should be resting well. No matter what country you live in, it is more important than your majesty's dragon body! " The last sentence was said to Ke Bozhao.

Hearing that, Zhao Jing frowned slightly, and could not help but mutter: "Why does it feel like Uncle's words are said with jealousy? Does Uncle still think that I am a child that was ignorant of the affairs of the world? At that time, he had just entered the palace. He did not know the etiquette within the palace, nor did he know the circumstances, which was why he had taken the risk. Now that we have grown up a little, if Uncle is like this, aren't you afraid of others misunderstanding? "

"Misunderstanding what?" Dongfang Weiming asked even though he knew the answer.

Zhao Jing's face tensed up, and immediately looked around, "Uncle is shameless, we still need to be ashamed!"

"Does the Emperor have such a thing?" He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch her cheek.

Abruptly, not to mention Zhao Jing, even Dongfang Weiming himself was stunned. Even more unbelievable was that not far behind him, Ke Bozhao was also staring with widened eyes. For a moment, the three of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The feeling of staring at each other was not easy to bear.

Dongfang Weiming did not say a word, he only frowned as he stared at Zhao Jing's blushing face.

"How dare you!" Zhao Jing said in a hoarse voice, "In such a large public place, the Uncle is really going too far!"

Ke Bozhao came back to his senses and quickly stepped forward. "Your majesty?"

"I'm fine!" Zhao Jing blushed, "You can go now!" She did not look at anyone else and walked forward, flicking her sleeves.

Ke Bozhao bowed and saluted, but before he could say anything, Dongfang Weiming had already followed Zhao Jing without a care, and continued to hold Zhao Jing's hand. Seeing Zhao Jing's expression, Ke Bozhao knew that the emperor was not too happy either, but Dongfang Weiming was someone who didn't care if he was soft or hard. Whether he was happy or not had nothing to do with him, he would only do what he wanted.

For example, right now, Dongfang Weiming was holding onto her hand, not letting go no matter what.

"Dongfang Weiming, don't go too far!" Zhao Jing's face was burning hot, her voice low and urgent.

Dongfang Weiming snorted, "Afraid of being seen by him?"

Him?

Zhao Jing understood, Dongfang Weiming was talking about Ke Bozhao. If Bastard could really think of it, and still insist on going over to Ke Bozhao for such a small matter, was it on purpose? Was he purposely testing her and Ke Bozhao's relationship? Why did it feel as though he had been caught in an illusion?

Zhao Jing shook his head, and glared at Dongfang Weiming, "Don't speak nonsense, do you think that everyone likes to take advantage of people like you? I like men, but good ones are men! "

"Your majesty, don't forget!" Dongfang Weiming bent down and whispered into her ear, "You're a man right now!"

Zhao Jing's mind went blank, and he fiercely pushed Dongfang Weiming away, "There's something wrong!" Angele pushed the man too hard, and the gauze on his palm turned blood-red. However, she didn't notice it at all, and continued to angrily walk forward.

But Dongfang Weiming's hands were quick, he immediately grabbed her wrist, and his expression suddenly became extremely dark and gloomy, to the point that Zhao Jing became stiff.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jing was terrified.

"If you talk any more nonsense, I'll carry you back!" Dongfang Weiming pulled her wrist and walked forward with big strides, while walking, he even instructed Zhou Zhiji who was waiting at the corner ahead, "Go get the medicine box, return your Qianyuan Hall!"

"Yes sir!" Zhou Zhiji bowed.

Zhao Jing's wound had split open, but it was not serious at all. The overturned white flesh had already returned back to normal, but the cut was very long, so it would take some time for the wound to fully heal. Dongfang Weiming closed the door and personally bandaged Zhao Jing's wound.

"Pfft, it hurts!" Zhao Jing frowned.

"He dares to stab himself in pain? The emperor is really merciless against himself!" Dongfang Weiming snorted as his expression turned dark and he carefully wrapped the gauze around her, "This wound will leave a few more times and it will leave a beautiful scar. In the future, if Prince Yu's Mansion wants to rebel, the Emperor can raise his hand at the top of the city wall. See if Zhong Fu will give up on this scar and let you live! "

Zhao Jing's heart trembled, he heard everything she said to Ke Bozhao?!

"You openly asked Ke Bozhao to investigate the culprit, but in reality, you actually thought of asking him to investigate Qi Yunshan!" Dongfang Weiming's gaze fell on her palm the entire time, "To probe a person's loyalty, you don't need to guess. By acting like this, you will only force him into a corner! Of course, there is another possibility. Unless the Emperor gives Ke Bozhao the thing that he wants the most, then he will turn his back on his old master. "

Zhao Jing looked at him, neither admitting nor denying, in any case he had heard it already, as for her intention... As long as she didn't speak, he could only guess.

The moment he finished bandaging the wound, Zhao Jing's body suddenly lightened. He was lifted up by Dongfang Weiming and firmly sat on his leg. The little girl was so soft. It was so comfortable to hold her in his arms. So soft and sweet jade was this kind of feeling?

"What good have you promised him? "Mhmm …" His lips were pressed tightly against her neck, and his warm breath was like the tip of a needle, stabbing into her skin and quickly flooding into her blood vessels, spreading to her limbs and bones.

Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out, this feeling was very strange …