Although this year is an eventful one, there is actually no need to hold a court meeting.

Because everyone is waiting.

Waiting for the result of the battle for talent.

Until this result is achieved, any strategy is useless.

Chongli Hall.

Zhao Ji was leaning over a desk reviewing official documents. Although there was nothing important to deal with, the construction of the new land was imminent, and he and Luo Yan needed to prepare everything.

He also sorted out some of them years ago.

However, because the people of Wei and Han were too indifferent, he had not been particularly enthusiastic about sorting out these things.

Luo Yan handles most of the affairs.

Now that he saw hope for the relocated people, his enthusiasm for handling government affairs also increased.

It’s just that speed...

It's really worrying!

Ever since Zhao Ning took the position of regent, he has almost become a hands-off boss. After so many years, he is really a little rusty at it. Looking at the mountains of documents, he really has a headache.

Fortunately, Luo Yan has already dealt with nearly 70% of them.

Otherwise it's quite busy.

"well!"

After reviewing a memorial, Zhao Ji threw it aside and rubbed his swollen eyebrows.

Why should I, an old thing with half my body buried in the ground, suffer this?

But then he thought, if half of his body was buried in the ground, what would Luo Yan be like, with only his head left outside?

My old friend.

I am so humble for my daughter!

All of it went to that little bastard named Ying.

At this moment.

Eunuch Li's voice came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty! The Prince Consort requests an audience!"

"Let him in!"

"yes!"

A moment later.

Ying Wuji strode over, his face full of smiles: "Morning, father!"

Zhao Ji raised his eyelids and said with some disdain: "You came so early in the morning. If you don't have good news, you can get lost now!"

"Father!"

Ying Wuji spread his hands and said helplessly: "I have nothing to do at home all day, so how can I report good news every day? But I do have something important to discuss with you."

[To be honest, I have been using the Huanyuan app to read books and keep up with the latest updates. It can switch between sources and has many reading voices. Huanyuanapp is available for both Android and Apple. ]

Zhao Ji picked up a document without even looking at him and said, "Go ahead!"

Ying Wuji smiled and took out a piece of peach wood from his arms.

There was a line of black words on it, as if they were burnt: Brother Ying! Save my mother and my grandfather, and I will reward you handsomely in the future!

Peach wood chips are used to convey messages.

It is the means of communication passed down from Laozi’s lineage.

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "This is in the tomb plate. Han Juan stuffed it into my hand before he passed out. I think it was for asking for help. It seems that Zheng Tu's misfortune has made him feel a sense of crisis."

Zhao Ji nodded: "The Han family has been trying to annex the Zheng family for a long time, and they have already developed suspicions about the Zheng family. After the new land is built, it will be adjacent to the Zheng land. The Han family will not be able to trust them, and will not let go of this opportunity. I will handle this matter, you don't have to worry about it!"

Ying Wuji was a little surprised: "Father, are you so straightforward?"

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "If Han and Zheng break off relations, the best outcome is that Zheng will surrender to the royal family. If the new land is built, I really don't like this piece of land. Zheng Lian and his daughter are protected by the royal family. Even if the Han family slowly encroaches on the Zheng family's territory, the people inside will be in panic and unrest."

"Father, your majesty, has a good idea! I have learned something new!"

Ying Wuji started to flatter.

Chatted with Zhao Ji for a while.

Then he said, "By the way, father, I may have to stay in seclusion for a few days."

Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows: "To comprehend Ying Shisan's unique skills?"

He heard Zhao Ning mention it yesterday when preparing for the departure ceremony.

Ying Wuji nodded: "Hey!"

"Fancy little trick!"

Zhao Ji sneered, looking very disdainful, but added: "When you have understood it thoroughly, remember to let me take a look."

"Why!"

Ying Wuji smiled.

Today's process went exceptionally smoothly.

After leaving Chongli Palace, Ying Wuji found Li Caimei, disguised himself as a little palace maid, and accompanied her out shopping.

She hadn't felt so comfortable in many years, and Ying Wuji's principle of "buy, buy, buy" made her very happy shopping.

In the afternoon, when Ying Wuji offered to take her back.

She still felt a little unsatisfied.

However, she didn't want to delay Ying Wuji's training, and there would be opportunities in the future, so she let him send him back to Qingjiang Palace.

Ying Wuji returned to the Prince Consort's Mansion and accompanied Hua Chao on a tour of Jiangcheng, distributing all the red envelopes given to his servants.

At sunset, we finally arrived at the practice room.

Dark City.

It only opens at dusk every day.

It can only be entered with a temporary key or a specific spell.

Once you enter, you can't come out until the next dusk.

The gate leading to the Dark City.

It's a mirror.

And according to Li Caitan, the clarity of the mirror will affect the performance of one's strength.

Even the clearest bronze mirror in the world would at least weaken its power by about 20%.

"If they lose, I will win?"

"That is to say..."

"20% profit for nothing?"

Ying Wuji grinned and took out a glass mirror from his arms.

I don't know why.

Before entering Mingdu, he was a little excited.

It feels like I was looking at houses with a real estate agent in a previous life.

He was a little weird at first.

But then I thought about it and understood.

Han Juan is the real estate agent.

Yesterday’s dream can be summed up in one sentence.

"Old Ying, do you want the night? As long as you open your mouth, I will give you 30% of the down payment."

The Muye Monument in Mingdu.

Must be killed!

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I'm having a headache revising the manuscript, so I'll be a little lazy today and just finish 8,000 words.