On the way to the granary, Rongwei briefly told Qu Li about the situation in Xiling.
"You mean, the young emperor has long been dissatisfied with the high priest?"
Rong Wei nodded, "But the young emperor is still young and immature! And he has many spies of the high priest around him."
Qu Li nodded slightly. "When I arrive in Xiling this time, I will try every possible way to contact the little emperor, and I will contact you then."
As they were talking, the two of them came to the granary.
"Your Majesty."
The person in charge of guarding the granary is Rongwei's other right-hand man, who looks a bit like Taji.
"This is Zhuoli, Taji's cousin."
Qu Li nodded slightly.
Zhuoli glanced back again, his thick brows furrowed, "Your Highness, where is the food?"
These days, he has been guarding the empty granary every day, but he can only watch the brothers who have been through life and death with him fighting on the Rongwei battlefield. He feels so uncomfortable.
However, Rongwei had repeatedly reminded him to make sure to guard the granary.
He was quite confused.
This granary is empty, so why do we need so many people guarding it?
"This is a fairy who can create food." Rong Wei's big hand, like a palm-leaf fan, fell on Qu Li's shoulder.
Qu Li felt pain and brushed his hand away with disgust, scolding him: "You are so strong, be careful not to hurt me and then I won't be able to make food."
Rongwei laughed again.
Zhuoli's jaw almost dropped at the interaction between the two.
The usually serious King of Zhongshan was actually chatting and laughing with a little girl who could be his great-granddaughter?
No matter how you look at it, this scene seems incongruous.
Time was pressing, and Qu Li had no time to waste. She walked into the granary and said to Rong Wei and Zhuoli, "I'll let you in later. Come in later."
On the way to Xiling, she had collected all the ripe grains in the space and put them aside. She just had to get the grains out of the space again.
"alright."
Less than a minute after she entered, Rongwei and Zhuoli heard her shout and walked in.
Seeing the full, golden food, Zhuoli rubbed his eyes hard.
"Your Majesty, please pinch me."
Rongwei was not polite either, and his iron fist landed heavily on him.
"puff--"
Zhuoli was knocked out by his punch and rubbed his shoulder: "Your Highness, why are you hitting me?"
"Pinching people is what women do! I only know how to beat people!"
"It hurts so much!" Zhuoli muttered as he stood up. "It hurts so much, so this isn't a dream!"
Rong Wei looked at Qu Li with a deeper gaze. "Girl, are you really a fairy?"
Qu Li couldn't help laughing: "The Buddha said: It cannot be said!"
"Stinky girl."
Qu Li estimated the time and said, "I have to go back. With these disaster relief grains, it will be easier to deal with Prince Chen!"
"Girl, I thank you on behalf of the people affected by the disaster!"
"King Zhongshan, I'm a little scared that you're like this all of a sudden."
"Don't worry, I will definitely thank you after this matter is resolved!"
Qu Li couldn't help laughing: "Great! After all, it's rude not to reciprocate!"
Rongwei's eyes almost narrowed into slits due to his laughter.
Qu Li hurried back to the courtyard and was about to enter the room when he saw the high priest standing outside the door. His heart skipped a beat.
This guy is not sleeping and is standing outside her room. Is he sick?
She knew very well that the high priest had sharp reactions. The last time she chased Magu to the inn, she was almost injured by his internal force just as she approached the door.
She huddled aside, not daring to breathe, for fear that he would notice the unusual air fluctuations.
Fortunately, the high priest only stood at the door for a while and then left.
She was afraid that the high priest would come back, so she took a deep breath and hurried into the room.
After a busy night, she almost fell asleep immediately.
The next morning, the maid brought her a set of Xiling women's clothing.
She checked it out and her face became more and more ugly.
"Where's the high priest?"
The maid was stunned for a moment: "The high priest should have gone to the dining room."
"Send him here."
"Miss Qu, is there something I did wrong?"
"Just yell when I tell you to! I have a bad temper, don't make me say it again."
The maid pursed her lips and walked out reluctantly.
Qu Li's cold voice came into his ears again: "You'd better not lie to me!"
The maid's face changed several times, and she had no choice but to go to the dining room.
Hearing that Qu Li was looking for him, the high priest narrowed his eyes, "Did she say what it was for?"
"No."
The high priest nodded slightly, stood up and left the dining room.
"What's wrong?"
Qu Li threw the Xiling women's clothing to him and said, "Take a look for yourself."
The high priest took it and examined it, but found nothing wrong: "Is this dress not nice?"
"This dress is smeared with the juice of the sun-bearing flower. If I wear it for a long time, my body will feel strangely itchy."
The high priest took it and examined it carefully.
The clothes were scented, but if someone had a particularly keen sense of smell, they could still smell the faint sour smell of the sap of the sunflower.
Hearing this, the maid's expression changed horribly, her legs softened, and she knelt down.
"High Priest, I don't know!"
The high priest had a gloomy face, his eyes were like the abyss, and the cold aura emanating from him made the maid feel as if she had fallen into hell.
"Who told you to do this?"
"I don't know!"
With a "swoosh", the high priest swung a powerful internal force towards her.
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