A cold wind suddenly blew out of the plain, making everyone's heart surge with a chill.

Lord Zheng, whose name was just called, suddenly felt a little cold on his back for some reason.

He thought to himself, this must be an illusion.

After all, this is the warmest place in the whole capital.

How could I feel cold inexplicably?

Feng Qing was watching the excitement while eating melon seeds.

Her friends were also watching the excitement with her.

However, Feng Qing's friend was watching a fake excitement, while Feng Qing was watching a real excitement.

It must be said that this little emperor is indeed quite good-looking, and his main advantage is that he is young and has a lot of hair.

Although Feng Qing already knew that the current emperor was relatively young, he was still slightly shocked when he saw the appearance of this high school student.

If the emperor in the Legend of Lu Xiaofeng looked like this, Feng Qing could sympathize with the sentence "You are a beautiful woman, but why are you a thief?"

But in the final analysis, Feng Qing never had any real feelings for this little emperor. She said that no one could make her feel more involved than Tang Guoqiang.

Feng Qing said, if you want to play, play big.

As the saying goes, those who watch the funeral are not afraid of serious illness.

Feng Qing's expression is now slowly becoming a little subtle.

Hua Chaodu is staying in his room at this moment.

The shopkeeper told him not to go out from tonight until tomorrow before the court session.

From the shopkeeper's tone, it seems that something big is going to happen tonight.

Hua Chaodu thought over and over but couldn't figure out what the shopkeeper

was going to do. However, the shopkeeper asked him to take out all the memorials that had been used to impeach him this afternoon. Book by book, page by page, they were all things his enemies had done to slander him.

After reading those memorials for a long time, the shopkeeper suddenly laughed for no apparent reason.

"What's wrong?" Hua Chaodu asked.

He always felt that the shopkeeper's tone was a bit strange. After all, it didn't sound like a sarcastic laugh, but a real laugh.

But how did the shopkeeper laugh when reading these memorials? When Hua Chaodu saw these nonsense memorials, he couldn't help but want to get angry, let alone laugh.

He glanced at the memorial in front of him, which read, [In the past six months, there has been a gap in the court, and Hua Chaodu often leaves the capital without permission.]

[I think this person is probably the gap, and is also the person that Your Majesty has entrusted me to find all along.]

Hua Chaodu finally suppressed his anger.

After all, he knew that the person opposite was the shopkeeper, and he couldn't take out his anger on the shopkeeper.

But he was still very puzzled.

Why did the shopkeeper laugh at that time?

At this moment, the first sentence of the memorial in front of the little emperor read like this.

...

[Your Majesty... is the person I have been looking for all along.]

...

There are all kinds of unsolved mysteries in this world.

For example, when Feng Qing cut out this sentence and put them together, and finally used the printer to print out a "memorial".

No one knew what was going on in her mind.

She looked down at the messy scraps of paper on her desk, and silently cracked a melon seed.

Lord Zheng over there found that the emperor seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly a little weird.

He subconsciously felt a little flustered, so he just started a topic, "Your Majesty, where is Governor Hua?"

He thought he was here tonight to discuss the affairs of Huachaodu, but looking at the current situation, it seemed a little different from what he expected.

After the emperor was silent for a few seconds, he suddenly said, "What happened tonight has nothing to do with Governor Hua."

"Has nothing to do with Governor Hua?" Lord Zheng was suddenly stunned.

This was something he had not expected. After all, the person who had made the most enemies in the court recently was Hua Chaodu. He thought it was Hua Duzhu who reported him tonight.

If it wasn't Hua Chaodu, who else could it be?

"Oh, who is this Hua Duzhu?" Feng Qing's friend asked curiously, "Why do I always feel that it's a bit inappropriate to mention him at this time?"

"Inappropriate? Inappropriate in what way?" Feng Qing turned her head and looked at her friend and asked.

"It's just that I feel inexplicably that tonight should be a play between two people, and there shouldn't be a third person." Feng Qing's friend said, "Hey, don't you think this feeling is strange?"

"What happened tonight is not only unrelated to Hua Duzhu, but also unrelated to everyone else in the court." Her friend just finished speaking when she heard the little emperor say this.

After hearing this, Lord Zheng over there felt a pang in his heart, thinking, what's wrong with the little emperor? Why did he say something strange tonight?

He did see the memorial on the table. Although he couldn't see the content clearly, he subconsciously thought that the memorial might be an impeachment against him, so he knelt down immediately.

"I am guilty."

Logically speaking, kneeling down when you make a mistake is absolutely the most correct thing to do. Lord Zheng has been able to live for so many years, all thanks to his unique talent for survival.

The moment he knelt down, he even breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he could go back and ask his concubine to talk some nonsense, and he might be able to escape this time.

Lord Zheng had a good idea.

But he didn't know that his kneeling down like this would make Feng Qing very happy.

Feng Qing's friends looked at Feng Qing's mouth that was as big as a trumpet flower, and were a little concerned about Feng Qing's health.

"Are you sick in the head? Why are you so happy about such an ordinary plot?"

Feng Qing didn't say what he was happy about.

However, it was very appropriate that the atmosphere on the screen suddenly froze for several seconds.

After a long silence that seemed like the Ice Age, a cold voice finally came from the screen.

"Where is the crime?" said the little emperor.

Hua Chaodu was sitting in his room, but he couldn't stand it anymore, so he put on the mask of a thief and went out.

As a result, less than half a minute after he went out, he suddenly found that the capital seemed to be under martial law.

"What's going on? Why is there such a big commotion?" Hua Chaodu asked in surprise.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have not seen such a state of martial law for a long time. I remember that the last time was when the little emperor ascended the throne not long ago and his uncle wanted to usurp the throne.

Hua Chaodu looked at the roof with a strange look on his face. The six gates below were about to block the whole street, just like last time.

And this blocked route is just the route to prevent anyone from escaping from the capital.

Hua Chaodu wondered with some suspicion, could it be that someone has usurped the throne again?

But for now, no one in the court has this idea, let alone the strength to do so. So who is this scene tonight for?

He suddenly remembered what the shopkeeper said during the day, and thought, could it be for Lord Zheng? Stop it, how could Lord Zheng have the courage to do this? When

Lord Zheng heard the emperor's words, his mind was a little confused again.

How does he know what he is guilty of? He was inexplicably called in late at night. He originally thought that they were going to discuss how to deal with Hua Chaodu's affairs. Why was he suddenly asked if he was guilty?

Although he had done a lot of bad things in private, he didn't know what was written in the memorial, and the more he said, the more mistakes he made.

"I... speak frankly and boldly, I really don't know where I am guilty." Lord Zheng thought about it and quickly lay down again.

The little emperor was silent for a while, and suddenly he couldn't stop being angry.

He threw the memorial in his hand down, just in front of Lord Zheng, "What is this?"

His angry shout shook the whole hall.

Lord Zheng picked up the memorial with a puzzled look on his face, and just took a look at it, and suddenly his face turned pale.

Feng Qing, who was standing aside, looked at this expression change, and suddenly found that a person's face suddenly turned pale, which was actually possible in reality.

Oh, it's so magical, how did he do it?

Before she could stop thinking, she saw Lord Zheng crawling forward. In just two seconds, his face was covered with tears. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..."

"No need to explain, someone hurry up and drag him away." The little emperor ordered without saying a word.

Several Jinyiwei appeared beside him immediately, and they subdued Lord Zheng in a few moves and dragged him away. The whole process was clean and neat, which made Feng Qing and her friends praise him again and again.

"See, this is the efficiency? Some crews nowadays are particularly sloppy, dragging their feet even after dragging someone away." Feng Qing's friend said, "When it's time to finish, leave faster. Isn't this decisiveness?"

The little emperor held his forehead with a headache after watching the Jinyiwei drag the person away. An old woman who looked like a eunuch came up and whispered, "Your Majesty, don't be angry. Lord Zheng cannot be touched for the time being. If he is touched, something big will happen in the court tomorrow."

The little emperor's chest rose and fell violently several times. Feng Qing always felt that he seemed to be holding back a fire, but in the end he still sighed deeply.

"Forget it, don't put him in the prison yet, drag him to the side room, tie him up first, don't let anyone outside know."

Feng Qing patted the melon seed shells on his hands to make them cleaner.

"In fact, in my opinion, the memorial may not be written by Lord Zheng. Although it is difficult to imitate handwriting, there are masters who can imitate others' handwriting perfectly. Your Majesty, you still need to investigate it strictly..."

As the old eunuch spoke, the emperor's brows gradually relaxed. Obviously, he also had this guess in his mind.

As soon as the old eunuch finished speaking, he suddenly heard a few words coming from outside.

…

“Although I didn’t mean to, I can’t control my mouth.”

“Because what I said is all from my heart.”