Xiao Yuanshuang had never dealt with such a situation before, and her mind was in complete disarray.
The two countries are at war... The two countries are at war...
She absolutely cannot bear such a crime!
"What to do, what to do?"
"The Third Princess?"
Hearing Lord Pi's voice calling her, Xiao Yuanshuang steadied herself against the chair, struggling to support her body.
"With the Second Prince away, Your Highness, please take care."
Xiao Yuanshuang looked up at Lord Pi, whose eyes were full of concern.
yes.
And that good-for-nothing Xiao Yuanche, good-for-nothing, should be put to good use.
"Lord Pi, thank you for writing to Father Emperor. The Second Prince Xiao Yuanche has privately dispatched troops to provoke a war between Yun and Qing. The army has been detained by Qing."
"Xiao Yuanche also attempted to assassinate the Empress during the spring hunt. The evidence is conclusive, and he has been imprisoned."
"This..." Lord Pi hesitated.
Everything just felt chaotic.
Why was the Second Prince imprisoned? Wasn't it because His Majesty took a liking to him?
How could it be related to the plot to murder the Empress?
"Go quickly. If you're late and Father finds out about the war first, I'm a princess, so I can just stay home and reflect on my mistakes. But Lord Pi, you'll lose your head."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go right away."
Lord Pi immediately ran away, trembling.
It's hard to say what else, but the war can't be kept secret. Once the old emperor of Yue finds out, he will definitely find someone to take responsibility.
I am the best candidate.
Since the second prince has already entered the Empress's harem and probably can't go back, it's better to let him bear everything...
The letter appeared on Murong Anle's desk almost immediately after it was sent out.
"Hehe, His Majesty is right after all, family is money."
"Seal it up and send it away."
"yes."
Murong Anle pondered, "I must say, this Third Princess is quite a talent."
The 300,000 taels of silver worth of grain that had reached the border of Yun Kingdom was used by Huo Chengji as military rations.
Moreover, following Murong Yue's instructions, the Qing Kingdom's grain stockpiling plan has already begun to be implemented.
It seems that His Majesty suffers from a fear of food shortages.
The happiest person when Li Xuanji returned was Murong Yue.
"Teacher, teacher!"
"Look what I wrote!"
She pointed to two lines of text on the Xuan paper: "A good bird chooses a tree to perch on, and a wise minister chooses a lord to serve."
The characters for "bird" and "matter" have more strokes and are written much larger than the characters next to them.
Li Xuanji rushed back under the stars and moon, and felt instantly at ease when she saw her child.
He smiled and dusted off the corner of his robe. "Does Your Majesty know the meaning of these two sentences?"
Murong Yue proudly raised her chin, "I know!"
"If you choose the wrong powerful figure to rely on, you'll end up kneeling!"
"That's what the Master said."
Well...
Li Xuanji chuckled softly.
I knew these words were definitely not the original words of that old scholar Meng Xueyi; His Majesty must have misheard them.
But this understanding is accurate.
"I heard that His Majesty will be serving as the deputy examiner for this imperial examination?"
“Mmm,” Murong Yue nodded vigorously, “You’re back, you do it.”
She didn't know anyone else at the time.
He then assigned himself the task.
Now that the teacher is back, I can continue to slack off.
Li Xuanji shook his head, his tone very gentle, "Your Majesty, I am the Imperial Preceptor, and I am not fit to be the deputy examiner."
All right.
Murong Yue turned her head and put the matter out of her mind, and began to continue studying with Li Xuanji.
His Majesty is now much more diligent than when he was just recovered from his illness, which Li Xuanji is naturally very happy about.
Murong Yue goes to court in the morning, sometimes goes to school in the afternoon, sometimes goes to the street, but in the evenings she always studies with Li Xuanji.
Life was very regular.
This aligns perfectly with Murong Yue's plan.
A life without a plan makes the little zombie uncomfortable; a planned life is her comfort zone.
Yan Qinghe, far away on the border of Xia Kingdom, has been feeling uneasy these days.
I received a reply from His Majesty during the New Year holidays, along with a return gift and a portrait.
He kept the portrait under his pillow and would take it out to look at it every day.
On the Lantern Festival, looking at the cold, icy moon in the sky, he must have lost his mind and, fueled by alcohol, wrote a letter to His Majesty.
What did you write in the letter?
His memory became hazy the next day.
This is something you can't ask directly. You can only subtly inquire with Wu Yi about what he wrote to His Majesty.
Wu Yi's attitude was very proper, but what he said was infuriating.
"General, how dare I witness your love affair with His Majesty?"
Wild geese?
You son of a bitch!
For the first time, the usually refined Yan Qinghe used vulgar language.
Besides patrolling, he also tends to those few wild rabbits.
"Oh dear, General, please don't feed these ancestors so much."
"If you're stuffed to the brim, what will you present to His Majesty?"
Wu Yi, who had just returned from gathering intelligence, saw Yan Qinghe adding fodder to the rabbits again and quickly stopped him.
Add 800 times a day.
The rabbit was so fat it looked like a piglet, and even the kitchen staff came to ask when they were going to eat it.
Yan Qinghe paused, "Did I say I was going to send rabbits to His Majesty?"
"Yes, you also asked His Majesty in your letter, 'How is he?'"
"Ah...uh..."
Wu Yi realized he had misspoke and tried to retreat, but Yan Qinghe grabbed him.
"Have you read the letter I wrote to His Majesty?"
"No, no, no, how could I dare?"
"Then how did you know I was going to send rabbits to His Majesty?" Yan Qinghe held onto Wu Yi tightly.
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