"Tell me what's going on first..." Yueying's attitude softened, but her eyes were still sharp.
Zhao Ji was indeed busy with work, and he was not afraid of Yueying seeing it, so he said directly: "I received a report from the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, saying that a large number of refugees have poured in recently..."
"I guess you don't want the refugees to gather and be taken advantage of by people with bad intentions during this sensitive period when the emperor is ill!"
Zhao Ji deliberately spoke vaguely.
Sure enough, Yueying automatically understood that the person with ill intentions was the prince who was ready to make a move.
"If those whose wings haven't grown hard yet move too much, I'm afraid they will lose their wings..."
Yueying's expression was not very good, and Zhao Ji did not correct Yueying's thoughts.
After all, if they were just refugees, I'm afraid Yueying wouldn't send such capable people to do the job.
Sometimes it's a good idea to use some tricks.
"I'll give you a team of secret guards. They are all top-level secret guards. Feel free to use them. From now on, they will obey you."
Yueying took out a golden token from her waist and placed it in Zhao Ji's hand.
His fingers touched Zhao Ji's palm.
In this brief contact, Zhao Ji heard Yueying's inner voice: "It would be best if Zhao Ji could do a good job and use the people I have to catch the prince hiding behind the scenes. This would also be considered as removing a hidden danger for His Majesty..."
"His palms are so hot... Why do I feel..."
When hearing this, Yueying seemed to be electrocuted and instantly withdrew his hand.
She coughed twice to cover up her discomfort and said, "You must use these people I gave you well and don't use them for things that they shouldn't do!"
Zhao Ji smiled secretly. If he hadn't heard what Yueying was thinking just now, he might not have noticed Yueying's guilty conscience.
However, after getting these people, Zhao Ji had no plans to do anything else.
On a quiet night, Zhao Ji used a token to call those people over.
Each of these men in black had a dignified demeanor, sharp eyes and quick movements.
It can be seen that he is worthy of being a top secret guard.
"A large number of refugees have poured into Jincheng recently. I hope you can find out the origins of these refugees within two days. It would be best if you can find out their number and whether there are other people behind them!"
When Zhao Ji frowned, he looked impressive and had the air of a superior.
This did make the secret guards feel a little frightened, as they had only felt this subtle sense of oppression when the current emperor summoned them.
"Can you do it?" Zhao Ji's face darkened, his eyes swept over the group of people, and he asked in a steady voice.
These people subconsciously stood up straight and shouted with a firm look in their eyes: "Yes!"
When this group of people were doing what they were supposed to do, Zhao Ji finally had some free time to look at the second volume of the martial arts technique he had obtained.
The more Zhao Ji practiced the lower volume of this innate technique in the past few days, the more he felt the power of this technique.
For example, the damage in his body that was left over from practicing on his own without having acquired the complete set of skills seemed to have healed after practicing the second volume of the skills.
Zhao Ji thought to himself, "Could it be that this technique has a healing function? Why do I feel that the previous hidden injuries and blockages have improved a little?"
With this doubtful mentality, Zhao Ji thought about it, concentrated on practicing the full set of skills, and chose a more serious hidden injury in his body.
He deliberately used his skills to attack the hidden injury a few more times.
However, after just a few times, Zhao Ji felt that the hidden injury had healed a lot.
When Zhao Ji realized this amazing discovery, he jumped up excitedly.
"Wow, this is amazing, but I don't know if this can only heal myself, or if it can heal others..."
Thinking of this, Zhao Ji turned his gaze towards the side hall.
The one living there is Yueying.
The penetrating wound left by the last assassination attempt on Yueying required her to recuperate for a long time.
Not to mention Yueying, the leader in black, must have suffered a lot of hidden injuries in daily tasks, big and small.
It's a no-brainer.
"Why not do an experiment..." Zhao Ji touched his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Yueying was healing in the room. Halfway through, she felt a dull pain under her ribs, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out.
“This damn old injury… It seems I can only force my way through it, otherwise my technique will be useless if I can’t continue to use it!”
Over the years, Yueying would only figure out how to deal with injuries on her own, and would even force herself to practice martial arts. Over time, she naturally developed more hidden injuries.
Today Yueying originally wanted to force a breakthrough like before. Just as she was about to start, there was a knock on the door.
"I have something to talk to you about. Can you come in?" Zhao Ji's voice came from outside the door.
Yueying frowned. She didn't want Zhao Ji to come in as her martial arts had reached the critical moment.
However, thinking of Zhao Ji's face, he actually agreed.
Zhao Ji pushed the door open and found the room was pitch black, without even a candle lit.
Apparently, Yueying had already gotten used to licking his wounds alone in such a dark environment.
With the moonlight shining outside the door, Zhao Ji saw a faint dark stain on the ground.
There was also a faint smell of blood in the room.
Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Yueying who was sitting cross-legged on the bed: "Are you healing? Why do I feel like your injuries seem to be worse?"
Yueying was not used to such concern and questioning, and subconsciously choked: "You are not a royal doctor, and you can't heal injuries. How do you know that my injuries are more serious?"
Zhao Ji chuckled, walked to Yueying, leaned over and looked at her: "Although I am not a royal doctor, you can't say that I can't heal injuries. What if I am a professional?"
Yueying sneered: "If you can heal, I will wear women's clothes. This is outrageous."
Zhao Ji laughed and patted Yueying on the shoulder: "Since you said so, then we have a deal."
"What?" Yueying looked confused.
I quickly realized that what Zhao Ji said was the same sentence I had just said.
But Yueying really believed that Zhao Ji couldn't heal his wounds. After thinking about it, she nodded in agreement: "If you can really heal my wounds, then I will really wear women's clothes..."
This is exactly what Zhao Ji wanted.
"Since you want to heal your wounds, you must obey my instructions in the next period of time. You must do whatever I tell you to do. Otherwise, if the healing effect is not good due to your non-cooperation, I will think that you want to go back on your word!"
Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes and gave Yueying a shot of prevention in advance.
Yueying was provoked by Zhao Ji and became a little emotional: "Of course, I'm not the kind of person who would go back on my word!"
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