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She wrote Zhang Zhi's "Chunhua Pavilion Post", the brushstrokes are wide open and closed, the brushwork is sharp, similar to Zhang Zhi, but it looks like the emperor.

After about a quarter of an hour, she exhaled, rested the pen on the pen stand, took two steps back, and admired the work that had taken her half an hour.

She looked at it for a moment, and felt that today's post was really well written, so she stretched out her hand and rummaged through the jade box on the side, intending to find a more suitable small seal to leave a stamp.

Zhao Zhu was in a good mood, and when he saw Nanping who hurriedly entered the hall, he just turned his head slightly and motioned for the other party to come forward and speak.

Nanping didn't have time to say goodbye, so he leaned into Zhao Zhu's ear and whispered the news he had just gotten.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bloodstone seal that Zhao Zhu pinched in his hand rolled down on the table. The ink on the life that was just written was not dry, and it was immediately pasted by the seal stone.

She didn't care about saving her rare and satisfying work, but asked in shock, "Where is the news back?" Are you sure?! ”

Nanping was already sweating, nodding his head while looking around left and right.

Zhao Zhu sent out the Yellow Gate and the palace maids who were standing in the palace, and said in an almost questioning tone: "What's the matter?!" ”

Nanping involuntarily knelt on the ground, her upper and lower teeth trembled uncontrollably, and finally mustered up the courage to say in a changed voice: "It's the news from Jiaozhi, there will be no fake-that thing really can't be faked, I heard that the mansion was just burned down, but the valuables in it have already been copied out......"

Zhao Zhu's two willow eyebrows were furrowed, and she was in her heart, and she began to recall whether she had left anything behind when she wrote to Li Changjie in the past.

Before she could think of anything, she heard a gentle knock at the door.

Nanping went to open the door, and there was a silver candle standing outside, and the other party almost ran to Zhao Zhu's side, and said with a swaggering face: "Your Highness, the sage has issued an order to summon Qian Guangyu as a concubine." ”

If after receiving the news that Li Changjie's house was raided and the entire mansion was burned, Zhao Zhu could still calmly weigh the pros and cons of gains and losses, study whether he was exposed, and how to deal with it, when he heard the words of the silver candle, Zhao Zhu was like a lightning bolt out of thin air, and stood on the spot.

For a moment, Zhao Zhu's mind buzzed, as if a blow had been knocked on the top of her head, which made her dizzy.

Yinzhu didn't dare to raise her head, naturally she couldn't see Zhao Zhu's pale face, she just took care of herself and told the news sent by the informant, "Now that Qian Guangyu is thanking the palace, the saint gave him clothes, gave him a royal horse, and sent twenty ceremonial officials, saying that he wanted to send Qian Guangyu back to the house, and he will issue an edict tomorrow to give him ...... assassination."

Two henchmen and palace maids, one of them brought bad news and almost failed to defeat Zhao Zhu.

She froze her mind, gritted her teeth and turned to Nanping and said, "Is there no news from the Qinghua Hall yet?" ”

Nanping hurriedly said: "You explained last time, don't rush the things over there, let her do it herself......"

Zhao Zhu asked again: "Where is Funing Palace?" ”

Silver Candle said: "The condition is stable, and there is no movement for the time being." ”

Zhao Zhu's mind was completely blank at this moment, unable to remember what he was going to say, and he didn't know what he should do.

She wanted to calm the panic in her heart, but she had no choice but to go to the table and tear up the "Chunhua Pavilion Post" she had just written.

Nanping and Silver Candle were already kneeling on the ground, looking at their noses and noses, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Zhao Zhu tore seven or eight pieces of paper, tore a few more calligraphy and paintings, and finally tore two books, only then did he suppress the fear.

Now this situation can almost be regarded as a wooden boat.

What can be done to cancel this order?

No, there's no need to rush it, as long as you can delay it for a while......

Drag it out first, and then plan it when you think of a way.

Zhao Zhu's mind was spinning rapidly.

Empress Dowager Tian has already made a decree in His Royal Highness, and it can be said that if there is no emergency, the candidate for the horse has already been decided.

Unless......

Zhao Xian is already seriously ill, and the fact that he is paralyzed is known to all dynasties, and now everyone is waiting for the legendary pregnant palace maid to give birth to the dragon species.

The presence or absence of the little emperor does not have much impact on the court.

However, if Zhao Xian dies, the Great Wei will mourn the whole country and prohibit marriage......

Zhao Zhu's thoughts turned to the woman named Man'er in the Qinghua Palace.

If she can get a man in one fell swoop, then Huang Zhao will naturally have a queen.

If she is still a royal daughter, then she has to ask for the Zhao family tree in the Taimiao.

If she successfully gave birth to the dragon son, Empress Dowager Tian estimated that she would hang the little prince in Chu Yueying's name, but in fact, she would hold the past and raise it herself.

The child is raised in the Empress Dowager Tian, where will he have any chances!

And if it is the princess who is born, there are only a few people in the Zhao family tree in the Taimiao who are suitable for adoptives, and each of them has already been tied.

But she couldn't bet on that possibility.

If she gives birth to a prince, all her scheming will be in vain.

Zhao Zhu irritably circled around the hall.

The Sheng's movements were too slow, the medicine was given, and the threats and temptations were also done, seeing that the brute's stomach was going to be seven months, why didn't she do it!

I only thought about getting rid of the small ones, and the rest could be slowed down, but now that the Empress Dowager Tian has taken this army, Zhao Zhu can only find a way to kill Zhao Xian first.

Zhao Xian died, and her marriage could drag on for three years.

So much can happen in three years.

Postponing the marriage is the most important thing at the moment, as for Jiaozhi's side, Li Changjie has escaped anyway, and the letters he wrote in the past are very careful regardless of the content and signature, and there is no trace at all, and the possibility of finding himself is very small, although there is some trouble, after all, it doesn't matter, it can be put aside for the time being.

Thinking of this, the fire in Zhao Zhu's heart rose again.

Li Changjie's beetle, with the distribution of troops and the topographical map of the Guangnan West Road of the Great Wei, can still be defeated, and now he has been kicked in the old nest!

Is Zhou Yan too powerful, or Li Changjie too stupid!

But now there is no point in discussing the reasons for the latter, she is so passive that she can only find a way to fight her way out.

The corners of Zhao Zhu's mouth couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It's God who won't help.

As long as Zhao Xian can live for one more year and let Yang Miaofang give birth to a prince, everything will be in order, and where will he fall to this point.

Sketching in his mind the people that Funing Palace could use, Zhao Zhu couldn't help but sigh.

If you want to be the Son of Heaven, even if you are a paralyzed Son of Heaven, how easy is it to talk about it......