Chapter 76 I can still dodge a shot

She raised her eyelids and looked at the two of them. Her tone was as calm as ever, without any trace of panic: "You all know?"

They both nodded in understanding.

Then she sighed deeply, and looking at the two men half-kneeling in front of her, her mood suddenly calmed down.

Gender doesn't really matter to her.

It’s just because being a man would save a lot of trouble, and the country is not stable right now, so it’s not appropriate to disclose my identity.

But one day, one day she will represent all women, standing proudly at the top of the world, holding high the king's scepter and telling the world: women have never lost to men by even a little bit.

Although she has been dressed as a man since she was born and often gets along with others like a brother, she has never forgotten that she is a woman. She wants to be the first person, the one who breaks all worldly prejudices, leaves everyone behind, and takes over the world with her own strength.

Junlin has been working hard as an empress from the very beginning.

She closed her eyes and asked cautiously, "How much do you know?"

Manhuang said softly: "I know everything, but I am sad. I am sad that the Lord was injured. It was obviously my fault for not protecting him well."

Jun Lin thought he had been exposed but suddenly realized something was wrong: "......?"

ha???

The emotion that had just been brewing in her was gone in an instant.

The phoenix's eyes suddenly widened, which was rare, and it was obviously shocked.

"That's it?"

She repeated: "That's it???"

Ming He was worried: "This is already very serious. The dragon body of the Patriarch is like the national body of Jing State. There is no room for any mistakes."

Just based on these two sentences, she instantly deduced the formula of truth in her mind.

Seeing the chest wrap → Mistakenly thought they were injured → Deliberately hiding it from them

“Puff——”

Her eyes sparkled, her chest shook slowly, and soft laughter continued to escape from her voice.

Manhuang and Minghe looked at each other, full of questions.

“Hahahahahaha—”

Jun Lin covered his lower abdomen with his hands, lowered his head and laughed non-stop with his eyes bent.

"What is that——"

She reached out her hands and gently stroked the two men's cheeks, with a look of amazement and tears in her eyes as she knew the truth.

"So that's how it is—"

I almost blew myself up, it turned out to be an oolong.

The two of them straightened their bodies with their ears burning but they dared not say a word. Even their breathing was very light. They raised their heads, restraining their passionate emotions, and looked at her eyes timidly and greedily.

It was one of the few intimacy she granted me.

The warm fingers were touching their cheeks, her slender eyebrows were adorned with a gentle spring color, and she looked at them with a look that was almost pitying.

They seemed to be unable to even breathe at this moment.

Minghe's fingers on her knees curled up a few times as if in struggle, and the man's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, as if he finally mustered up the courage to raise his hand to touch the back of her hand that was pressed against his cheek.

"Minghe."

She called softly.

Minghe shuddered, and just as he was about to raise his hand, he paused and remained motionless. He could only subconsciously slightly clench the cloth under his hand and quietly placed it on Junlin's knee.

"What do you think of my proposal yesterday that women should go into politics?"

His Adam's apple slid, and he pressed down his voice, saying warmly, "It's very difficult. Most women have never been to private schools. Many of them are confined to taking care of their husbands and children. Their horizons are narrow, and they are far from being able to engage in politics."

Although this may not be pleasant to hear, it is the reality. In the feudal era, except for the nobles and wealthy families, the remaining women had no chance to go to school, not to mention that schools did not accept girls, so they were trapped.

Their own potential is buried, and they know from birth that they have to get married early, take care of their husbands and have children early, because there is nothing else in this life.

So compared to the carefully trained men, women going into politics seems a bit far-fetched.

Jun Lin gently stroked the skin of his cheek with the tip of his thumb and whispered, "If a woman becomes the emperor, how likely do you think it is?"

He said without hesitation: "It has never appeared since ancient times."

It's hard to say in the future, but it's almost impossible.

There are some extraordinary women in the world, but their talents are far from enough to control the position of emperor, and the rules do not allow women to be emperors.

Although it is unfair, it is true that women have been excluded from this option since the beginning of time.

Jun Lin turned his head to look at Man Huang: "What does Man Huang think?"

Manhuang blinked dully and said honestly: "Unless the woman is as powerful as the master."

Otherwise it is impossible.

She suddenly laughed.

Since you all think it's impossible, I'll show you.

Support Jingguo and unify the world.

I have reminded you, but it was you who didn't guess my gender. I have expressed my trust in you.

Manhuang is a really capable person, he really helps when there is trouble.

If he hadn't intended to stop him, Minghe would have torn off Junlin's piece of cloth long ago.

If he hadn't mentioned that he was injured first, Jun Lin would have already self-destructed by now.

He is really good, worthy of being the king's loyal dog. He has to protect the king even if no one knows.

From now on, even if someone sees my bra in the dressing room, it’s no problem. The phrase “I’m hurt” is really a universal formula.

The barbaric people who don't know the truth will always fly freely on the road where their subconscious mind protects their vest.

Jun Lin took his hand back and said, "Okay, I know your answers. Hurry up and get up. I won't hide my injuries from you. My legs are almost numb from all the lying on them."

These words awakened the two of them, and they realized how inappropriate their actions were. Manhuang was fine, he stood up honestly and looked at her innocently, but Minghe was a little flustered, he straightened his sleeves, and still looked uncomfortable.

Jun Lin suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I want to set up a formation in the palace."

Ming He understood clearly that this was to trap the Empress Dowager and delay the time when the situation got out of control. He asked, "What kind of formation is the Patriarch going to set up? A large formation or a small formation? The Yin-Yang family's formation or the Taoist five elements and eight trigrams formation? Or a military formation?"

She stood with her hands behind her back and looked far away: "The big formation, the Bagua formation, these two days should be enough."

She wasn't as good as her senior brother Gongqing in terms of formation, but she was more than capable of trapping these people.

The palace has been clearing out these past two days, and the palace maids and eunuchs have been obediently following orders and staying in their residences without running around. His Majesty said that he wanted to decorate the palace himself to please the Empress Dowager, which caused a group of people in the palace to praise Emperor Jing for his filial piety.

Two days was enough time for her to set up her plan.

A circle of fabrics surrounded her chamber.

After a busy day, the sun rose again in the morning. Emperor Jing and all the officials were looking forward to the return of the Empress Dowager.

At this moment, Jun Lin has turned into a well-behaved and filial grandson. He has restrained his wild demeanor and is waiting for the return of the Empress Dowager in a barbaric manner.

There was a hint of smile in Ming He's eyes behind him.

Not to mention, the acting is pretty good.

In the distance, a black flag gradually became clearer, and on the fluttering flag was the word "Jing" written in bright red.

Dajing's iron cavalry was tall and majestic, escorting the carriage in the middle in an orderly manner.

You are finally back, Grandmother.

She narrowed her eyes.

Become my enemy or enjoy your old age.

What is your choice?