For a long time, without any words, Zhong Zhiheng stared at the tea in the cup. Then he whispered to Zhao Ruhai, "tell Jiang Bairen to check the details of the Taoist priest and Yongle temple."

"Yes, I do." Now Zhao Ruhai is so busy that he bows down.

"Siyao, is it really you?" For a while, there was only Zhong Zhiheng left in the room. He got up slowly and came to the front of the picture. He looked at the woman in the picture and sighed softly for a while. "Siyao, why did you walk so resolutely when you were worried about her?"

His fingers gently touched the face of the woman in the painting, and when he spoke again, Zhong Zhiheng's voice was full of resentment: "siyao, do you hate me for dismissing Mingwei, or do you blame me for making up my mind to keep Laoqi in the capital? Or both? Siyao, why do you always favor them? Have I not done enough? "

Of course, I didn't get any reply except for the cold wind outside.

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Pingxi palace.

"What do you say, Lord? Do you want to go back to the northwest and stay in the capital? " Montan was stunned.

"Why do you have to be such a virtuous person when you have long expected it?" Zhong Zhiling took off his cloak and threw it to Meng tan. At the same time, he said to Meng Tan, "now you can write to the princess and say it's time."

"Yes, my subordinates understand," Meng Tan nodded hurriedly as if he were pounding garlic, hanging the cloak of Zhong Zhiling, and scratched his head. "Although we had expected it in the early morning, we were ready for it in the early morning, but I was surprised to hear that."

"What's the accident? He was eager to force me to hand over the northwest military power in the early morning. I didn't go back to the capital before, but now I've sent them all to his home. Where can he not take advantage of the fire? " Zhong Zhiling said in a deep voice, reaching out to pour himself a cup of tea.

"But long live has just cleaned up the Xu clan and rectified the Nanjiang camp. How long has it been? Even want to point to the king and the northwest camp again, is long live not afraid to make trouble? " Meng Tan frowned.

"He's afraid of trouble, so now he's just talking about it," said Zhong in a slow voice. "But if he's waiting for the Nanjiang camp to settle down, he shouldn't be talking about it so simply."

"What? Long live Ye has the idea of using the South Xinjiang camp to restrain our Northwest camp? " Meng Tan was suddenly dumbfounded, "let alone whether the South Xinjiang camp can be compared with our Northwest army, and only two camps go thousands of miles, what's the limit?"

"Not necessarily. If our Northwest army can make a surprise attack in the South quietly, we will not be glad that our southern army will come up in the North quietly?" Zhong Zhiling took a sip of his tea and said softly, "and long live intentionally put the Tibetan land into the range of the camp in southern Xinjiang. Cheng Xiangyang is afraid that he may be the first Tibetan general. What does long live mean? Don't you know?"

"If the Tibetan land is really put into the camp in the south of Xinjiang, it's really against our camp in the northwest," Meng Tan nodded, sneering again. "But if you want to know the identity of Chi Chongyuan and Cheng Xiangyang, you may regret killing Xu Chengjin so easily."

"He will regret it, and the regrets will be one after another." Zhong Zhiling suddenly remembered something. He looked at Meng tan. "And Meng Tan, let Jing Hui add fire. I have to do this before I go back to the northwest."

"Yes, Mrs. Hui has been trying her best." Montan said.

"That's good, anyway, Mingwei has to have a guarantee," said Zhong Zhiling lightly, sipping his tea and suddenly looking at Meng tan. "What's the matter with Qin LV? Is the recipe ready? "

"Tell the Lord, the old man of Qin law has a strong point. He cut Qin Chong's finger and sent it to him, but he would not say it," said Meng Tan, pausing, and lowering his voice. "Lord, do you think Qin law really doesn't know the match for happy separation?"

"He's been poisoned for 20 years. How can he not know the recipe for heartbreak? "I don't believe it," said Zhong Zhiling, with a sneering hook on his lips. "I don't care if the child named Qin Chong is alive or dead. I just need the formula."

"Yes, my subordinates understand," Meng Tan bowed. "My subordinates have asked as soon as possible."

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