There is a ghost

This touched upon Tong Zhenzhen's blind spot in knowledge. She had never been good at math, so she asked her immediate supervisor to thank her:

[What number is this? Should we agree to it? ]

"Okay, promise him." Xie Ci replied straightforwardly, which made Tong Zhenzhen a little puzzled. When did he become so easy to talk to?

But when Tong Zhenzhen gave Yan Yue a positive answer, she heard Xie Ci muttering softly:

"Anyway, I won't be the one to negotiate tariffs with him after the deal is done, so I'll just agree to it first."

Tong Zhenzhen: ...Wow, even more shameless than her

Although she was the one who made the promise, if she couldn't keep her promise, it would affect her reputation, but how could the priest's affairs be considered as deception? This was all for world peace!

Tong Zhenzhen convinced herself and smiled sincerely. Yan Yue also smiled happily and closed her folding fan, allowing Tong Zhenzhen to grab the prescription:

“Happy cooperation~”

"Yes, it's a pleasure working with you." Tong Zhenzhen responded perfunctorily while taking a photo of the prescription and sending it to Xue Yide. Then she raised her hand and threw the thin paper into the incense sticks on the table. The flames gradually devoured it. She patted the ashes on her hands, thus dealing with this hidden danger.

"You are worthy of being the goddess. You have a photographic memory." Yan Yue did not hesitate to praise her and came forward to show her courtesy.

"You are joking, my Lord. I am just looking at the world from the perspective of modern technology," Tong Zhenzhen pushed away his handsome face and turned away without mercy. "Since we have come to an agreement, I will take my leave now."

Yan Yue was in despair, her head hanging low. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, then suddenly came back. He looked up in surprise, thinking that she had changed her mind and wanted to be affectionate with him for a while, but Tong Zhenzhen hurriedly said:

"Oh, by the way, if there is any new situation, don't call people or send letters to inform them. It's too easy to be discovered. This is a magic developed by our priests. It allows users to communicate anytime and anywhere. I will send you the detailed instructions directly. Now I'm leaving."

She connected Yan Yue to the hotspot, added his contact information, and left quickly, focusing on doing business in a impartial manner.

"Really ruthless..." Yan Yue sighed helplessly, but her phoenix eyes stared straight at the chat box that appeared in front of her. She was quite curious and fiddled with it according to the instructions sent by Tong Zhenzhen. This way, she could talk to the goddess anytime without going out. She really likes to play hard to get~

Xie Ci had also heard their conversation. Although he knew that it was safer to pass on information this way, he felt inexplicably unhappy in his heart and smacked his lips:

"Tsk, look at him smiling like a fool."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Tong Zhenzhen didn't hear clearly what he said. At this moment, she had walked a long way away and there was no one around, so she just started asking on the microphone.

"Nothing, that's all for today, meeting adjourned!"

Unexpectedly, Xie Ci ended the meeting in a bad tone. She scratched her head in confusion. Forget it. This kid's uncle has been out of balance for a long time. He is still young, so just give him some space.

In the next few days, Xie Ci and Xue Yide were arranging the plan for the day of entering the palace, while Tong Zhenzhen was taking the time to follow up on the progress of the electronic chess applet and simply invited people to her room to discuss it.

There was a faint, timid knock on the door. Tong Zhenzhen looked up from the audio and immediately stood up to open the door:

"I'm here, no need to be polite, just come in... Uh, sister, what are you wearing? Cosplay?"

The girl outside the door was wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, wrapped as tightly as Yan Yue's bodyguards. She also pulled the hood of the sweatshirt over her head to cover the upper half of her face, and covered the lower half of her face with a discounted mask bought from Ma Chengyun. There was suspicion written all over her.

"You don't understand. For a socially anxious person like me, just going out is a struggle," she pulled down the hood of her sweatshirt, revealing her thinning hairline and tired eyes, "and having to meet with a difficult client in person."

"Look at what you said. I'm still easy to talk to. Come on, please take a seat!" Tong Zhenzhen flattered her and personally helped her to sit down, poured her tea attentively, and did not forget to ask about the progress:

"Well, how's our final finishing touch going?"

"It's okay, but the sudden DDL forced me, a procrastinator, to stay up for three consecutive nights to catch up on the progress." Li Ruotong, the girl from the computer science department, took a sip of tea. Although she could barely breathe in when she spoke, she still demonstrated and explained the functions of the mini program to Tong Zhenzhen in a half-dead voice.

With the help of the programming system, the electronic chess applet is well-made, and it has everything from Gobang, Go, and chess. Even Tong Zhenzhen, a layman who knows nothing about chess, can see the exquisiteness of this applet, let alone a chess fanatic like Emperor Changhao?

"Also, the AI ​​sparring you mentioned is now complete. With it, even if you are a novice who knows nothing, you can still play a few moves with chess masters." Li Ruotong clicked on the automatic proxy function, and the two sides of the chessboard played against each other under the control of the AI. Tong Zhen was amazed and applauded:

"With Sister Tong's amazing abilities, it's only a matter of time before we are admitted to graduate school!"

"Postgraduate study, haha, yes! Postgraduate study, hahaha!" Li Ruotong, who had been dejected, seemed to be given a shot of chicken blood when she heard the word "postgraduate study". She grabbed Tong Zhenzhen's hands, frightened her, and looked at her solemnly with bloodshot eyes:

"For our admission to graduate school, we must succeed, not fail!"

"……good."

Five days later

Changhao Palace

The Golden Crow climbed up the majestic and solemn palace inch by inch. Just like its owner, the Changhao Palace was built tall and majestic, with a deep vermilion lacquer base and black bricks paving the eaves and arches. Although there were not too many overly gorgeous decorations, the noble materials were enough to show off.

Climbing up the long white marble steps, Lin Yuan's team was very long. From a bird's eye view, it looked like a row of ants slowly crawling. The priests headed by Tong Zhenzhen walked in the front, all of them walked steadily and with calm expressions. Not only did they not walk too fast to fit their character settings, but also because they couldn't walk fast at all with their fragile physiques. They were already giving face to Xie Ci by holding on without gasping for breath.

"The High Priest has arrived - General Xieci of the Linyuan Army has arrived -"

The eunuch who was standing at the entrance of the hall screamed at the top of his lungs. His piercing voice echoed along the palace path, making Tong Zhen's ears hurt.

He was even more excited after entering. The hall was spacious and empty. The ministers who used to come to the court to pay homage to the emperor were nowhere to be seen. Only a few thick coiled dragon pillars remained. Meat and wine were placed on the long tables on both sides. In the middle, groups of graceful dancers danced to the music of the musicians. Xie Ci, who followed Tong Zhenzhen into the hall, keenly noticed that their movements were a little stiff, as if they were afraid of something.

Yan Yu, the King of Changhao, had changed out of his usual clothes when he left the palace that day. He was now wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with the tassels on his crown swaying slightly in the wind. He raised the cup in his hand and said loudly:

"A toast to the guests who have come from afar. Your Excellency the High Priest is used to heavenly delicacies, so I hope you will not turn your back on the mere dregs of the mortal world. Please take a seat!"

Duanmu Yu and Yan Yue, who were sitting in the lower seats, also raised their glasses. Duanmu Yu played the role of a bystander in this matter. Although he felt that the emperor's behavior was inappropriate, he did not remind Lin Yuan. Therefore, he just raised his glass from a distance, lowered his eyes and waited calmly for the farce that followed.

The other Changle Hou Yan Yue was more enthusiastic. Even though he had restrained himself, Tong Zhenzhen could still feel a burning gaze under his gaze. At the same time, Xie Ci glared at her for some reason.

Tong Zhenzhen:?

Your Month:

My lady goddess, do my clothes look good today?

Yan Yue has become more and more unscrupulous since she got the priest's communication device. She never talks about serious matters and often sends messages to harass Tong Zhenzhen. Tong Zhenzhen has become immune to it. She just replied lightly, "Get lost", and sat down calmly under the other party's even more enthusiastic gaze, wailing for her sore feet in her heart.

"Haha, I've thought about it, but I really can't think of any gift that is worthy of the priest, so I chose this dance music specially composed by the court musicians. I hope the priest will do me a favor." Yan Yu's words were full of respect, and he raised his hand to signal the dancer to start.

Chen Miao secretly nudged Tong Zhenzhen with her elbow and sent her a message:

I bet a bag of spicy noodles that the trick is definitely hidden in this dance

Tong Zhenzhen looked at the dancers thoughtfully, they were all covered with veils, their faces were hazy and delicate, their lilac-colored long skirts spread out at their feet like fishtails, their every move seemed to push aside layers of ripples on the water, their waists stretched and danced to the ethereal music, and lines of veil hung from their slender, lotus-white arms, with layers of faint fragrant mist emanating from them, gradually filling the entire hall.

At some point, the palace door had been closed, and the fog had spread from a thin layer to an almost pitch-dark layer. Yan Yu, the instigator, sat high on the dragon throne, his ten fingers tightly clasped on the hand guards, his heart filled with excitement that something big was about to happen, but also some uneasiness, his eyes fixed on the priest's seat.

Do these priests have real abilities? Will this plan really go so smoothly?

Soon, with the dull thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, a figure could be vaguely seen in the mist, stumbling to his feet and then falling heavily to the ground, uttering a few painful groans:

"Oh, I'm poisoned, call 120!"

“Help me!”

Yan Yu could no longer hold back, and without paying any attention to royal etiquette, he jumped up from the dragon throne, laughing and shouting to the guards:

"Take them down for me!"

"yes!"

The imperial guards hiding in the side hall rushed out, holding thick, strong hemp ropes and trying to tie up the unconscious priest.

"Hahahahahaha, Duanmu Qing, what did I say? You are just too cautious. These priests are nothing special. I can capture them with just a little trick!"

Yan Yu, who thought he had won, walked to Duanmu Yu's side and patted his shoulder with a smile:

"The next step is to think about how to send a message to that young emperor Lin Yuan, asking him to bring people and cities to redeem these people!"

Duanmu Yu bowed and nodded, his slender eyes revealing a little doubt, which was strange. Based on his understanding of those priests, he shouldn't have been caught so easily. Could it be that they really played a trick on him before, causing him to misjudge?

"You can go down now. You will get no less rewards in gold and silver when you return!"

Yan Yu waved his hand to drive away the dancers. He was very pleased that he had won over Lin Yuan this time, and he was even more generous to the dancers. They knelt down in fear and thanked him. Their bodies, which had been trembling with nervousness, slowly calmed down.