After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Zhiyu's anger dissipated.
Holding a big belly and burping.
He Yanting just sat quietly opposite her and watched her eat.
A gentle smile, calm and composed.
"Have you finished eating?"
"It's okay, hiccup..."
The corners of He Yanting's mouth turned up even more.
He gently waved his folding fan and spoke seemingly unintentionally.
"I heard that a woman went to your clinic yesterday to treat...a hidden illness?"
Jiang Zhiyu looked at him warily.
[This guy, is he planting spies in my courtyard? ]
Alarm bells were ringing.
He Yanting smiled lightly and explained:
"He is just curious, does this woman also suffer from 'kidney deficiency'?"
Jiang Zhiyu's vigilance eased slightly, and he straightened his back proudly.
"That's natural. Aren't women worthy of changing their love?"
Even He Yanting, who was used to her crazy talk, was stunned for a moment.
Then I chose to filter it out automatically.
"The grand ceremony is approaching. I wonder if Secretary Jiang has any plans for dealing with it?"
Jiang Zhiyu threw away the handkerchief he used to wipe his hands, clapped his hands and stood up.
“No comment!”
He Yanting naturally stood up, fanning himself, and followed closely behind.
After returning to the Xu Mansion, He Yanting met Grand Tutor Xu, and then followed Jiang Zhiyu to Jiang Kang'an's courtyard.
The imperial edict was delivered this morning.
Jiang Kangan was also waiting for Jiang Zhiyu.
I saw He Yanting coming with them.
Thinking of the yard he gave to Jiang Zhiyu, Jiang Kangan became defensive for no reason.
"I didn't know Minister He was coming to visit. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."
"We both serve His Majesty, so there's no need to be so polite, Brother Kang An. Besides...it was your sister who healed my leg."
Jiang Kangan smiled with his face but not his eyes when he heard this.
"Coincidentally, me too. Not only my legs, but also the more than ten kinds of poisons in my body... were all cured by my sister!"
The two people seemed to be polite, but they were competing secretly.
Jiang Zhiyu smelled gunpowder and couldn't help but want to watch the show.
[What's the comparison?! Let's fight!]
[Hey, fight, fight! How exciting it would be if the two famous generals of Tianqi fought each other... This is a plot that was not even in the original plot! ]
The two of them were stunned when they heard Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts.
Then they all relaxed at the same time.
"Ahfu, make some tea... Minister He, please."
"Brother Kang An, please."
Jiang Zhiyu saw that there was nothing exciting to watch.
She was too lazy to listen to their daily business boasting as she was busy with Ji Xiurong's follow-up consultation.
After saying hello to Jiang Kang'an, he went back to his own yard.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was stopped by "Master Wujing".
"Oh, Miss Three! I finally caught your shadow!"
Jiang Zhiyu shook his hand away in disgust.
"What are you doing? Just say what you want to say!"
Wu Jing then mysteriously pushed Jiang Zhiyu to a corner and whispered in panic:
"Miss Third, how did this escalate to a battle of wits? And even to see the Holy Emperor... I'm not capable of that! I'm just a fake monk..."
Seeing that the monk was so anxious that he started chanting the spell to tighten the headband, Jiang Zhiyu frowned and raised his little hand.
"Hold on! We can win!"
Wujing couldn't help but turn her Buddhist beads, hunched over, and looked at Jiang Zhiyu eagerly.
But Jiang Zhiyu slowly took out a pair of fully transparent portable miniature walkie-talkies from his purse.
Although the material of the walkie-talkie is as transparent as glass, it is light and soft, and its shape can be changed by kneading.
And the size is only about the size of an adult's little fingernail.
The strange material of the walkie-talkie made Wujing study it over and over again.
Finally, I couldn't help but ask:
"Miss Third...what is this?"
Jiang Zhiyu put the cat-head purse into her pocket and stared at the walkie-talkie in a daze.
This is……
The communication equipment that the captain had equipped them with before.
It can be used as a commander when hunting exotic beasts or in group battles.
I never thought I would use this here...
Seeing old things inevitably reminds you of the people who lived there.
Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, suppressed his sadness, and stopped thinking about it.
He picked up a walkie-talkie and put it into Wujing's ear.
Then he put the remaining one on himself.
"Can you hear me?"
Jiang Zhiyu opened her mouth softly, and her voice split into two.
The information was transmitted to the monk's ears through the air and the intercom.
The monk was stunned at first, and then he became like a sloth...
His mouth slowly opened and his eyes widened.
"Eh? Third Miss! I..."
This roar almost shattered Jiang Zhiyu's eardrums.
She hurriedly pulled the walkie-talkie out of her ear and slapped the monk hard.
"Keep your voice down!"
The monk nodded repeatedly, took out the walkie-talkie and held it carefully in his palm.
asked in surprise.
"Miss Third...what kind of magical weapon is this? Why is it so magical?"
Jiang Zhiyu frowned and complained in disgust.
"You look like you've never been to the streets before...Use this at the ceremony. Follow my instructions!"
"Good...good! With this magic weapon, we will surely be able to inflict great damage!"
Jiang Zhiyu said nothing, turned around and went back to his own yard.
Just when I was about to ask Zhuying what happened to Ji Xiurong's face, I saw her coming towards me in a panic.
"Miss! Miss...you are back. Please go and see Miss Ji..."
"What happened to her?"
Zhuying couldn't describe it at the moment, and he stammered, unable to make any clear explanation.
Jiang Zhiyu had no choice but to go and see for herself.
When she arrived, Ji Xiurong was lying on the bed vomiting.
Jiang Zhiyu hurried over, and the maids hurriedly stopped her.
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