Shu Xing knew that Bu Tiange had sneaked out of the palace and gone to Bian Jing last time.
Thanks to Shu Xing's cooperation, this play can go on.
Bu Tiange's eyes turned and his voice was cold, "Shu Xing, you are overstepping your bounds."
Shu Xing knelt down with her knees weakened, and quickly stated, "I dare not. The war is at a critical juncture right now, and I'm worried that if something goes wrong, I won't be able to explain it to the world..."
It seems that the people in the Anbu are unreliable.
Qing Xuan was also there during the days she was in Bian Jing, and the ministers still firmly believe that it was the imperial teacher who was regent during that period.
Maybe someone from Tongtianmen can help.
"You're right, get up." Bu Tiange pursed his lips, his anger slightly subsiding.
Shuxing got up from the ground and retreated behind the curtain.
Bu Tiange picked up the wolf-hair brush and wrote a line of small words on the paper.
Miao Prince's Mansion.
On this day, reports of border battles continued to arrive, but the Miao King held a grand banquet in his mansion to welcome the guests.
The maid filled the cup with fine wine. The Miao King sat upright, looked at the distinguished guest, and said with a smile, "When my father was on the throne, he often mentioned the Imperial Preceptor to me, and he always praised me highly. I have seen him today, and I am sure he is a man of great talent."
Qing Xuan was wearing a white satin brocade robe, with her black hair tied up high. Without saying a word, her noble air was revealed in her every move.
He said politely, "I am but a mere scholar, and Your Majesty is the ruler of this vast Miao territory. I am deeply honored to receive such hospitality from Your Majesty."
During the banquet, the delicacies were served one after another, but his eyes were always fixed on the Miao King, and he had no intention of picking up his chopsticks.
The imperial preceptor second only to the emperor in the Dali period, why is he running here instead of staying in the capital?
The Miao King couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he could only ask, "Is the Imperial Master here to quell the bandits?"
Qing Xuan said, "It's not official business, but I want to ask the prince about an old matter."
"Master, please speak."
"The mysteries of the Miao region are widely known, and Gu techniques are undoubtedly the most prominent. However, in the past decade, the Miao people have been changing their occupations, and it's rare to see people raising Gu. Why is that?"
The Miao King couldn't help but laugh. "There's no such thing as witchcraft! It's all just rumors. Imperial Master, do you even believe this unofficial history?"
"Since Your Majesty refuses to speak, I will explain it for You: It's because the Gu King is no longer in Miao territory, and the Gu are leaderless, so they've gradually lost their toxicity."
Qing Xuan said, his voice as clear as the moon and gentle breeze, "The Miaojiang Gu King disappeared eighteen years ago. Does Your Highness know if it has entered the Central Plains?"
Listening to his words, the smile on King Miao's face gradually became forced.
He picked up the copper cup filled with wine and said, "This is all nonsense, Imperial Master. Please don't take it seriously. Come, let me offer a toast to you."
"Your Highness, please forgive me for not liking to drink."
Qing Xuan lowered his eyes and dropped his hands to his sides.
A black centipede appeared in the hall and crawled up the back of his hand along the pale fingertips. Qing Xuan raised the back of his hand and gently stroked the centipede.
The centipede seemed to have a spirit and wrapped itself around his other hand in a very intimate manner.
The Miao King's heart trembled.
When the wine was brought to his lips, he accidentally looked into the glass and saw a water snake coiled in the wine, as if it was about to jump out of the glass and bite him at any time.
extremely suspicious.
Qing Xuan teased the centipede, a faint smile on his lips, "He's still a little guy, no wonder he's so excited to see the Gu King."
The Miao King was shocked. "What did you say? What Gu King?"
Qing Xuan put down his hand, and the centipede wrapped around his finger, obediently not moving.
He looked at King Miao, a faint red in his eyes.
"Eighteen years ago, when the Gu King was given to Chu Xiafeng, what conditions did he agree to for your father?"
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