After a moment of silence, Xiao Yanli's voice came from the other end: "Second brother, what are you talking about? Yanli was just copying a little slowly..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiao Chuji suddenly interrupted him: "Bullshit! What do you mean by slow? The candlelight burns all night long, and the paper is carried roll by roll. And you say you're copying slowly?!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Xiao Chuji couldn't see him, Xiao Yanli didn't hide his expression. He frowned and whispered in disgust, "Vulgar."

Then he said loudly again: "Second brother may have misunderstood. Yan Li is afraid of the dark and never puts out the candle when he goes to sleep."

He closed his eyes after he finished speaking, and no matter how angrily Xiao Chuji cursed at him on the other end, he did not say a single word in reply.

After a long while, Xiao Chuji was tired of scolding. He licked his lips, which were slightly dry due to lack of water, and said softly, "There is no point in continuing like this. When copying Buddhist scriptures, the most important thing is the intention. As long as the intention is there, it doesn't matter how many volumes you copy, right, Sixth Brother?"

Xiao Yanli sneered. He knew exactly what Xiao Chuji meant.

He wanted me to bring it up first, but I didn't do what he wanted.

"Second brother, what you said is quite true, but how do you demonstrate sincerity? You can't just say it. In a sense, the more you copy, the less likely anyone will accuse you of being dishonest. But if you only copy one or two volumes, I wonder if anyone will say anything."

Xiao Chuji choked.

"But to be honest, Second Brother's reaction is a bit too much." Xiao Yanli's words were like a hammer, flying through the prison door and hitting Xiao Chuji's ears. "Second Brother became a monk back then. After all these years, he still can't copy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures?"

Xiao Chuji: "..."

He closed his eyes, and fragments of scenes flashed through his mind. As his emotions fluctuated, a trace of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, he was the only one in the cell and no one else saw this scene.

Xiao Chuji's eyes were filled with anger. He raised his hand and wiped the blood away with his sleeve. He didn't care about Xiao Yanli's hypocritical flattery. "You know what I want to say. From now on, I will only copy fifty-four volumes of this Buddhist scripture at most."

Xiao Yanli exclaimed, "Ah!" "I thought, what's Second Brother going to say? Fifty-four volumes is fifty-four volumes, and so am I. After all, sincerity is the key."

This was considered as his agreement. Xiao Chuji's expression relaxed a little, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xiao Yanli called out a few times tentatively, but no one responded. When the jailer came over, he asked him to check and found out that Xiao Chuji was asleep. He also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

…

On the other side, in the imperial garden, after the people carrying the Buddhist scriptures left, Xing Maozhi did not leave. He sat on the small wooden chair placed next to the emperor's recliner.

"What else?"

Xing Maozhi hesitated, "Your Majesty, I wonder how long the two princes will reflect on this?"

The emperor raised his lips slightly, but his tone was indistinguishable from joy or anger. "Why, are you here to plead for them?"

Xing Maozhi hurriedly denied: "Your Majesty, I dare not, but the two princes are in prison, and I am terrified!"

If he served them well, the emperor would be dissatisfied. If he served them poorly, he was afraid that the two of them would resent him after they left.

No matter what he does, it will be wrong. He is so anxious that he can only eat three bowls of rice!

The emperor thought for a moment and realized what he was worried about. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry. If they dare to cause trouble for you, tell me and I will not show any mercy."

Xing Maozhi forced a smile.

[It's started. As expected, the first thing capitalists think of is to make big promises.]

Is this what he wants to hear?

【Give me something practical! 】

emperor:"……"

"In this case, I will send a thousand households to watch over them..."

"Your Majesty," Jiang Zhiyu thought, his eyes sparkling. "The commander is already busy enough. Please let me go. I will bear this hardship for Lord Xing! How about three hundred taels of silver?"

Only three hundred taels of silver, considering her previous personality, it was indeed a bargain.

However, the emperor looked at her suspiciously.

Didn't she always push it away before? Why was she so anxious to pull it in this time?

Aren’t you afraid of offending the prince and making yourself unhappy?

After the emperor finished thinking, he added calmly: I'm probably not afraid.

I have never felt the majesty that the identity of emperor brings to her.

He took a breath and said, "Okay, then you go and watch."

[Yay!]

[The Gu worm is made from poison, and Xiao Chuji is an expert in using poison. I wonder if he will be poisoned by the Gu worm.]

[But speaking of which, if we use the poison of a venomous snake, will the venomous snake be killed?]

[Similarly, if we use the poison of a worm to poison a worm, will the worm be bewitched?]

[We need to call Bai Yan to test it out.]

emperor:"……"

Well said. Don’t say that again next time.

Finally, someone took over this hot potato. Xing Maozhi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to stand up and say goodbye to the emperor, he heard a delicate female voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping me find my mother's relics."

Shang Anlan came over at some point, accompanied by a group of eunuchs who wanted to stop her but failed.

The emperor glanced at them and smiled gently, "No need to be so polite. Is the Prime Minister in good health?"

Shang Anlan was flattered. "My father is in excellent health. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. Does Your Majesty know who I am?"

"Miss Shang is well-known, and I have heard of her a little bit."

Shang Anlan was clearly even more excited. She tried her best to suppress her excitement, barely replying a few words before impatiently asking, "Your Highness heard earlier that His Majesty was ill. This is a pill a while back that a wandering miracle doctor gave to my father. It's said to cure any disease. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you may give it a try."

She pulled out a scented bottle from her sleeve and shyly handed it over, but Fu Ping reached out first: "Miss, give it to me."

It can be seen that Shang Anlan's expression is somewhat reluctant, but seeing that the emperor did not speak, Shang Anlan could only hand the bottle to Fuping.

Fuping handed the medicine to Jiang Zhiyu again, and Jiang Zhiyu pretended to sniff it a few times.

[There's no medicine that can cure all diseases. It's obvious that it's been misused.]

[Isn't this just a very common pill for strengthening the body?]

While she was looking at the pill, Shang Anlan was also looking at her.

She is keen to build good relationships with everyone, and no matter whether she is sincere or not, everyone will chat with her out of courtesy.

As long as he got started, Shang Anlan could continue chatting with them.

But Jiang Zhiyu is an exception.

She would not communicate with me out of courtesy, and no matter what I said, it seemed that she could not arouse my interest.

After trying a few times, Shang Anlan gave up.

Making friends with this person will not help your future at all.

But who would have thought that she would catch the emperor's eye?

If I had persisted a little more and made friends with her, I don’t know how much she could help me now!

Shang Anlan sighed softly.