After saying this, he retreated cautiously.
Go to the main hall to get the memorials that Ying Zheng has not yet dealt with today, as well as the remaining government affairs of Fusu and Wang Wan.
Judging from His Majesty's attitude, he will stay in the Imperial Master's bedroom until dawn tonight.
He would have to go to the imperial kitchen later to give some instructions.
Ask them to prepare more tea and midnight snacks.
So that Your Majesty won’t be hungry in the middle of the night.
We also need to prepare some of the sweets that the national teacher likes to eat.
If the Imperial Master wakes up in the middle of the night, it would be a good opportunity to eat something to fill his stomach.
Ying Zheng set up a table next to Qi Pan's bed and sat there to handle state affairs.
The dim candlelight shone on Ying Zheng's body.
He handled the various government affairs in a busy and orderly manner.
Qi Pan was sleeping soundly on the bed with his eyes closed.
midnight.
Ying Zheng finally finished dealing with all government affairs.
He asked Xia Lin and the palace maids to move the processed memorials and tables away quietly.
Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan who was sleeping soundly, stood up, and was about to take a few steps.
Suddenly, someone grabbed a corner of his wide sleeve.
Ying Zheng looked down.
A thin, white hand grabbed his sleeve.
Look up at Qipan.
I saw Qi Pan frowning in his sleep.
The hand that gripped his sleeve tightened more and more.
Ying Zheng sat back down.
He did not brush away Qipan's hand that was holding his sleeve.
Instead, he used his other hand to touch Qi Pan's head soothingly.
The large palm, with its dry warmth, soothed the fear in Qi Pan's heart.
Her emotions gradually calmed down.
His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
His breathing became steady again.
Qi Pan curled up in his sleep.
She grasped Ying Zheng's sleeves tightly with both hands and put her head close to him.
She buried her cheek deeply in the man's sleeve.
Looking at his sleeves being pulled into pieces, Ying Zheng was not angry.
He was just a little worried as he looked at Qi Pan who was curled up in his arms and sleeping with her arms around his sleeve.
Ying Zheng did not sleep all night.
He just sat on the edge of the bed, one of his sleeves tightly grasped by Qi Pan, unable to move.
With the other hand, he held the quilt over Qi Pan to prevent it from slipping off and catching a cold.
The man's sleeves were extremely wide, covering most of Qi Pan's body.
When Qi Pan woke up, he found himself holding Ying Zheng's sleeve.
She quickly let go of her hand.
"Brother Zheng, you...I..."
Qi Pan, with messy hair, looked at Ying Zheng, then at the bright sky outside.
Qi Pan: "Brother, you didn't sleep all night? You just sat here all night?"
Ying Zheng: "It wasn't even all night. I even took care of some government affairs."
He withdrew his numb hand and put it behind his back.
"If you are hungry, sir, please get up, wash up, and have some breakfast."
Qipan: "Okay, I'll get up right away."
Thinking that Ying Zheng was here and had stayed with me for a whole night.
Qipan said a little embarrassedly.
"Um, brother, thank you for last night."
"Thank you for staying with me all night."
Otherwise she would definitely not have been able to sleep last night.
Ying Zheng: "You are too kind, sir."
"Sir, you are the only one who is most familiar with me here. If I don't accompany you, who else can accompany you?"
He raised his hand and called Xia Lin over, "Prepare some warm water and help the master wash up."
Xia Lin: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng: "Sir, please get up and change your clothes first. I will wait for you in the front hall and we will have breakfast together later."
Qipan: "Okay."
After a simple breakfast, Ying Zheng assigned a new group of craftsmen to Qi Pan and Ying Yinman.
Qi Pan and Ying Yinman set out again with new craftsmen to the gunpowder research base.
When a new group of craftsmen followed Qi Pan and Ying Yinman to the temporary residence.
I saw a reddish-brown area on the open space in front of my residence.
Some of the grass was soaked until it was bright red.
Some craftsmen murmured in confusion.
"Strange, why is the color of the soil on this piece of land a little different?"
"Yeah, the ones around it are still yellow, but why is this one a little black, with a hint of dark red?"
"Could it be that there's something buried underground? That's why this piece of land is so different from the others?"
"Hey, do you guys smell anything...strange?"
"Huh? A strange smell? No."
"Hiss, I seem to smell something, it smells a bit fishy..."
"Hmm? Fishy? Let me smell it."
A craftsman squatted down curiously, dug some soil with his hands, and smelled it.
"Hmm...it smells a bit fishy."
Just when he was feeling disgusted and wanted to throw away the dirt on his hands.
I saw something on the ground.
He reached out and picked it up, taking a closer look.
The next moment, he threw it out with a scream.
"ah!!!"
"Hands! Fingers... they're human fingers!"
Hearing this, the craftsmen nearby were all frightened and jumped three feet high.
He immediately ran to the side.
Away from the large reddish-brown grass.
Only then did they realize that there were pieces of meat scattered on some places on the grass.
Moreover, the reddish-brown marks cover a large and complete area.
But it is pieced together piece by piece.
It looks like it is soaked in the blood of one person after another.
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