"Wang Qing, you know that I trust you the most."
"I don't trust anyone who is entrusted with the government affairs of this court."
"Only by handing it over to you can I feel at ease."
Wang Wan's eyes welled with tears. "Your Majesty...I will definitely live up to your trust!"
So, Your Majesty values him so much?!
He felt his blood boiling!
It can process a whole cart of bamboo slips at once!
No rest at all!!
After leaving the hall.
Wang Wan came closer to Feng Quji and said, "Um...Old Feng, after you make these papers, could you please leave a few for me?"
"no."
Feng Quji said, "All the paper produced will be given to Your Majesty first, and Your Majesty will dispose of it."
"If you want it, ask His Majesty for it."
"Hey, you old Feng..."
Wang Wan was so angry that he glared at Feng Quji with his beard raised.
Feng Quji added, "But...this second batch..."
"For the sake of our friendship, I can leave a few for you."
"Hahahaha good!"
Wang Wan smiled and patted Feng Quji's arm, "It's worth it that I've shouldered all the official duties for you during this period."
"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal!"
"Oh... no no, I have to go make paper quickly."
Feng Quji said, "I'll treat you when I'm done!"
"Okay, I'll be leaving now!"
After saying that, Feng Quji quickened his pace and walked out of the palace.
Wang Wan looked at Feng Quji's back, stroked his mustache, and walked slowly.
In the palace.
Ying Zheng ordered, "Zhao Gao, take this basket of paper to my private treasury."
"promise."
Zhao Gao squatted down carefully, picked up a bamboo basket on the ground, and walked out of the hall.
After Zhao Gao left, Ying Zheng continued to sit behind the imperial desk and handle state affairs.
At the door of the private warehouse.
"Bang."
Zhao Gao put the basket in his arms on the ground, supported his knee with one hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of the other hand.
"call......."
But he is so tired.
Although the basket was not heavy, he was still very tired after carrying it for such a long distance.
The palace servant guarding the storehouse quickly opened the lock of the storehouse.
"Hey, Master Zhao, did His Majesty send you something again?"
Zhao Gao glanced at the palace attendant coldly and asked, "Whether His Majesty sends something or not is none of your business?"
"Watch your door and don't talk too much!"
“Yes… yes.”
The palace maid's face turned pale, and he lowered his head and dared not say another word.
"snort!"
Zhao Gao snorted coldly, picked up the bamboo basket and walked into the warehouse.
"Guard the door and don't let anyone in!"
"Yes, Lord Zhao."
The palace maid responded and stood guard at the door.
I didn't dare look into the warehouse.
Zhao Gao glanced furtively toward the door.
After making sure no one saw him, he took a few pieces of paper from the bamboo basket and put them in his pocket.
After thinking about it, I felt it was unsafe, so I took it out again and stuffed it into my shoes.
Then he put the bamboo baskets in place and walked out of the warehouse.
Without even glancing at the palace guards at the gate, he walked away with his chin held high.
He did not return to the palace to serve, but went back to his room first.
He took out the pieces of paper hidden in his shoes, hid them together with the stolen money, and then left the room.
All the way to the main hall of Xianyang Palace.
After entering the palace, Zhao Gao quietly reported, "Your Majesty, the bamboo basket and paper have been placed in your private vault."
"Um."
Ying Zheng responded without even looking up, his attention focused on the bamboo slips in his hand.
When Zhao Gao saw that the teacup on Ying Zheng's table was empty, he hurriedly walked forward with light steps.
He picked up the teapot and added more tea.
Then he returned to his original position, guarding while taking a short nap.
...........
The second day.
Dining room.
Xiang Heliang didn't sleep all night last night.
Early in the morning, the prepared milk tea, pastries and desserts were packed into food boxes and sent to the side hall of the Xianyang Palace.
These are the things he finally made after countless adjustments and improvements.
The taste will never be bad.
Only after putting the lunch box away did Xiang Heliang go back to sleep with peace of mind.
I didn't sleep all night and I'm so sleepy.
After Ying Zheng left the court, he returned to the side hall and saw three food boxes on the table.
He opened it and took a look.
There is one that contains milk tea and ice cubes.
The other contained several plates of different pastries.
There was also a dessert, served in bowls, and there were several bowls.
Each bowl contains a different dessert.
It looks good.
Unfortunately, Ying Zheng did not like sweets, and these things had no particular appeal to him.
After closing the lid with a normal expression, Ying Zheng changed out of his dragon robe and put on a simpler robe.
He left the palace with Zhao Gao and a group of Black Ice Guards.
Inn.
Ying Zheng walked into the inn with Zhao Gao and a group of Black Ice Guards.
"gentlemen?"
"Hmm? Where's the gentleman?"
The inn was empty.
"Eleven! Twelve!"
“........”
There was silence in the air.
Even eleven and twelve are missing?
Ying Zheng's face darkened instantly, "You guys wait here!"
After saying that, he rushed up the stairs to the second floor with quick steps.
Standing at the door of Qi Pan's room, looking at the tightly closed door, Ying Zheng raised his hand and knocked.
"Sir? Is the sir in there?"
"gentlemen??"
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