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Zhuang Yuan glanced at King Qing and Marquis Xiaoyong, who were both in a state of selflessness, and without humility, he picked up the two battle reports one by one from the tray that the inner servant had brought up.

He only glanced at the first battle report, then put it aside and carefully read the second battle report.

Huo Ying and Han Qianchu were both looking at him, Zhuang Yuan's face became more and more ugly, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and he didn't say a word.

After a long time, he threw the second battle report in front of Huo Ying.

Huo Ying was about to pick it up, and Han Qianchu on the side rushed to take the battle report in his hand.

He only took a cursory look, and his eyes widened like copper bells: "The first emperor is Sun Yi!"

These five words came out of Han Qianchu's mouth, and the room was shocked.

No one noticed that King Qing, who was dozing off, trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were shining, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

Huo Ying said in a deep voice: "Elder Han Ge, you say it again, what is the grandson of the emperor?"

Han Qianchu put his hands into fists and threw the battle report on the table early, the battle report was like a hot potato, he didn't want to touch it anymore.

It wasn't until this battle report started with Huo Ying that several pavilion elders circulated it to King Waiqing and Marquis Xiaoyong, and the imperial study fell into a deathly silence.

Yan'anbo's father and son did not leave the palace, and the father and son stood in the cold wind of early spring, staring at the road leading to the imperial study with their eyes open.

Soon, a young man dressed as an inner servant trotted over, and Uncle Yan'an greeted him with a smile: "Brother Bao'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I haven't seen you follow my father-in-law to our house for a while." ”

The little chamberlain who was called Brother Bao smiled and greeted Yan'an Boshizi, and when Yan'an Boshizi came back, he had a note in his hand.

He covered it with his sleeve and read the note, the remaining smile on his face.

Seeing that his son's face was different, Yan Anbo asked in a low voice, "What news did Wang Bao bring?"

Yan'an Bo Shizi came to his senses at this time, he whispered a few words in his father's ear, and Yan'an Bo's face changed greatly: "Really?"

Bo Shizi of Yan'an nodded: "The battle report was presented to Zhuang Yuan from Wang Bao's hand, there will be no mistake...... Besides, he couldn't make it up. ”

Yes, not to mention a small servant like Wang Bao, even Yan'an Bo can't make it up, no, he can't think of it at all.

It turned out that it was not Wang Yuejiu's disappearance, not the loss of Hunan, nor the death of Zhao Xi, but ...... Zhao Yi!

Zhao Yi?

A name so distant that it is almost forgotten.

The eldest son of Prince Li Zhao Zhiyan, he was named the grandson at the age of three, that is to say, if Zhao Zhi died without ascending the throne, then the throne would be his, and it would not be Zhao Ji's turn to be his uncle at all.

Wasn't he already dead?

Although it is said that he and his sister died in the fire of the East Palace, everyone with a discerning eye knows that their brother and sister were killed by Empress Dowager Dou and Zhao Ji.

The eldest son of the imperial grandson and Prince Li, even if he has lived in the imperial tomb all his life, the one on the dragon chair will not be at ease.

If you want to rest assured, you just let him die.

What's more, he is still a child of a few years old, and trying to kill him is like pinching an ant to death.

"Impossible, he's already a dead man......" Yan'an Bo muttered to himself.

At the same time, everyone in the imperial study was also questioning.

Han Qianchu snorted coldly: "Our investigation has always had secret reports coming over, and we have never found out that the 100,000 army has anything to do with Zhao Yi, if this is true, why hide it, and move him out when the incident started, wouldn't it be better than four ......."

He wanted to say that he could be more demagogic than the fourth prince Zhao Xi, but he swallowed the words again. If you ignore such a statement, doesn't that mean that Zhao Xi's name is not right, and Zhao Yi is orthodox? Isn't it the emperor to say Zhao Xi?

Huo Ying's gaze stayed on Marquis Xiaoyong and King Qing, both of whom were imperial princes.

King Qing picked up the teacup and drank it silently, and the Marquis of Xiaoyong sat up straight with a golden sword, not like he was sitting in the imperial study, but like he was in a military tent.

The two of them didn't say a word, the expression on their faces was not happy or angry, and it was as calm as the surface of an autumn lake.

Huo Ying sighed secretly, and was silent like an old monk.

Several other pavilion elders were whispering: "Is it fake, it should be, Zhao Xi died, and the 100,000 troops moved out of Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi was only a few years old when he died, and he was raised in the deep palace, who knows if it is true or not." ”

Yes, this Zhao Yi must be fake, he must be fake!

Zhao Jihuo, who was originally lying on the big kang, sat up, startling the imperial doctor and the chamberlain serving next to him.

Zhao Ji's eyes skimmed over their faces, and his gaze was calm: "Serve me to go to the imperial study." ”

"Heavenly family, the dragon body is important, you don't need to work hard now. ”

The imperial physicians and chamberlains fell to their knees.

Zhao Ji smiled coldly: "If I am dying, who are you going to call Heaven?"

The doctors trembled when they heard this, and even shouted "don't dare".

Zhao Ji didn't bother to pay attention to them, and was supported by the attendants and walked out of the Dongnuan Pavilion.

The February sun is cold, but it is dazzlingly bright. After staying in the house for a long time, and suddenly outside, Zhao Ji's eyes couldn't adapt for a moment.

He closed his eyes, and when he was about to open them, suddenly, two small charred corpses appeared in front of him, charred like charcoal, and they were no longer visible.

Zhao was greatly shocked, he rubbed his eyes, and the two charred corpses were still in front of his eyes.

"Go, call Lingxuzi over, go quickly!"

The imperial study had already received a letter saying that the emperor was coming this way, and everyone hurriedly sorted out the crown robe and went to the outside of the imperial study to greet each other.

But left and right, and the emperor was not seen.

Xiao Yonghou looked at him, and a chamberlain left in a hurry.

After a while, the chamberlain ran back: "The Heavenly Family originally wanted to come here, but later called the Lingxu Dao Chief, and also called Xiao Qin. ”

Of course, the Lingxu Dao Chief is the Lingxu Son, and the little Qin Lord is Qin Jue.

There are several Lord Qin in the capital, and in order to distinguish them, they call Qin Jue Lord Xiao Qin.

Is it called Qin Jue at this time?

Everyone looked at Gao Fan and Li Xiuzhu, who were still kneeling in the cold wind.

Could it be that at this time, the emperor will still call Qin Jue to confront him?

Fortunately, the answer was soon available.

Accompanied by Lingxuzi, Zhao Ji walked steadily into the imperial study, followed by Qin Jue Shi Ran, but did not go in, but stood under the corridor outside the imperial study.

He looked at Gao Li and the others who were still kneeling, and the smile on his lips couldn't stop overflowing.

At this time, except for Gao Fan and Li Xiuzhu, no one noticed him.

In the imperial study, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Ji.

Although Zhao Ji's expression was a little tired, he did not look sick, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that it was a momentary rush and there was no major incident.

Zhao Ji glanced at the battle report on the bookcase, and asked Zhuang Yuan lightly: "Have you read it?"

Zhuang Yuan said: "The ministers have seen it." ”

Zhao Ji smiled slightly and asked, "How do you come to see it?"

Zhuang Yuan swept Huo Ying who was sitting next to him with the corner of his eye, and saw that Huo Ying was sitting precariously, with a look that this matter had nothing to do with me, he sighed in his heart, and said to Zhao Ji: "The ministers all think that this person is a small impersonation. ”

Zhao Ji bowed his head, as if he was very satisfied with his answer, and he looked at King Qing again: "King Qingjun, what do you think?"