Yan Ling's hands were still trembling.

He knew very well that he couldn't write as good as Xu Zhida.

He could only freeze in place, not even a word of rebuttal.

People are reluctant to put pen to paper, and whoever they are sees the problem.

Emperor Mu Wu was shocked and angry, and roared in a low voice, "Yan Ling! Who wrote your test paper, don't get it from the real thing! ”

Yan Ling heard the roar and was extremely frightened.

As soon as his body weakened, he knelt on the ground, and only shouted in his mouth: "The emperor spares his life, the emperor spares his life!" ”

Prime Minister Lu Cheng and the others showed disdain on their faces, how could they write this amazing test paper with such soft bones and no bearing.

Prime Minister Lu asked, "Lord Wang, is there really a ghost helping him?" ”

Ye Siheng bowed slightly: "That's right, he also wanted that ghost to help just now, but here is the palace with a magic circle, and he just couldn't do it." ”

His eyes can see some of these things now.

Even Nanli was surprised.

Emperor Mu Wu was already furious, he admired this person so much, and he wanted to make someone a champion, but he didn't expect Yan Ling to rely on a ghost to take the exam and write a shocking article!

He showed no mercy and said, "Drag it down, cut it." ”

Yan Ling's body was shaken, he couldn't stop kowtowing, his forehead became bruised, and soon his flesh and blood were blurred.

He cried and shouted: "The emperor spares his life! The grass people know that they are wrong! The grass people know that they are wrong! ”

Prime Minister Lu wanted to intercede, but was blocked back by Emperor Mu Wu, and only said: "Cheating should be exile, and he also used such evil methods to deceive me and the various examiners, it is simply hateful!" ”

Ye Siheng didn't speak from beginning to end.

After all, this is self-inflicted, and nothing to blame for others.

Before Yan Ling was dragged down, Ye Siheng asked him to take off his jade pendant.

After Emperor Mu Wu's anger, his head hurt again, and he summoned the imperial doctor, and it was naturally not good for Prime Minister Lu and others to stay and talk about state affairs.

Ye Siheng frowned slightly, and deliberately waited not far away.

After a while, I saw the imperial doctor's order come out.

"The Ninth Prince." Imperial Doctor Ling was a little surprised.

"What happened to the royal brother's body? Why are headaches so frequent these days? Ye Siheng asked.

His face was as usual, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

The imperial physician sighed in his heart, whether it was inside the palace or outside the palace, it was said that the brotherhood between the emperor and the ninth prince was no longer right, but now it seems that it may not be.

"The emperor is old, he has injured his body before, and his qi and blood are insufficient, coupled with anger, which will frequently cause headaches." Taiyi Ling said.

Ye Siheng snorted, "In this case, you can take good care of the imperial brother's illness." ”

"Yes." The Imperial Doctor hurriedly agreed.

After Ye Siheng left the palace, he asked Qingfeng to find someone to find out what kind of medicine was prescribed by the Tai Hospital.

He had a few eyeliners in Tai Hospital.

However, it is a bit difficult to see the emperor's pulse case and prescription.

Qingfeng asked, "Lord Wang, are you afraid of the emperor's ......?"

The rest of the words, he didn't dare to say.

"I'm a little afraid, but the emperor's temper is getting stronger now, and this king feels that something is wrong." Ye Siheng's face was calm.

Qing Feng understood what Ye Siheng meant, "Yes, my subordinates know." ”

Ye Siheng asked again: "How is Yang Zhaoyi's fetus?" ”

"All is well." Blue Feng replied.

"She's amazing." Ye Siheng couldn't help but admire.

The three sons of the Yang family have all suffered heavy blows, but she was able to be unaffected at all, and she was able to conceive the dragon fetus steadily, which was beyond his expectations.

Qing Feng followed Ye Siheng's footsteps and said in a low voice: "The emperor still looks at the Jade Palace very strictly, and the medicine that is fried every day is checked by a doctor, so it is difficult to start at all. ”

"That's it." Ye Siheng said suddenly.

Yang Zhaoyi's fetus is also eight or nine years old, and he doesn't want to do anything, lest he have two lives and get killed.

Qing Feng was a little anxious, "Lord Wang, although the eldest prince is no longer imprisoned now, the emperor has never given him any errands, if Yang Zhaoyi really gives birth to the prince, this will be a big disadvantage for us." ”

"It doesn't matter." Ye Siheng was very calm, "The children of the royal family are the most difficult to raise up. ”

He sat in this position, and went to the battlefield again, his hands were already stained with blood, and he had a lot of last resort in order to protect the country and the people.

Qing Feng's eyes dimmed, and he replied again: "Yes." ”

After Ye Siheng left the palace, he went straight to the Anyang Marquis Mansion.

Under the guidance of Xiao Wanyi, Nanli is embroidering a hijab.

Needless to say, that looks.

Xiao Wanyi suddenly felt that her sixth sister was an ordinary person, not who could do everything and could do everything.

But the mandarin duck on the hijab is to ask the bride to embroider it by hand, and even if Xiao Wanyi wants to help, there is nothing she can do.

Hearing that Ye Siheng was coming, Xiao Wanyi did not stay in Qingliang Courtyard, so as not to disturb the conversation between the two of them.

Nanli didn't have the supervision of her sister-in-law, so she finally breathed a sigh of relief and put aside the half-embroidered hijab.

After Ye Siheng came in, he saw the red hijab, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It was too late for Nanli to take it back, so she had to blush and say, "Don't look at it!" ”

Ye Siheng looked at her face and smiled, which made people feel like a breeze: "I saw it, I didn't expect my Ah Li to like pheasants." ”

"......" Nanli knew that he was joking with herself, but her embroidery was so bad, she couldn't point to the pheasant and say it was a mandarin duck, right?

She pursed her lips, so she had to glare at Ye Siheng, "If you have the ability, you can embroider." ”

"Okay." Ye Siheng agreed neatly, sat down in his robe, and asked Nanli to bring the red hijab and needlework.

Nanli was a little surprised, and asked uncertainly, "You mean it really?" ”

"Naturally, my needlework is quite passable." Ye Siheng replied naturally, without the slightest twist.

Nanli was suspicious and moved everything to Ye Siheng.

Unexpectedly, Ye Siheng threaded the needle and led the needle really well.

It only took a few stitches to change the appearance of the pheasant, and it looked like a mandarin duck.

Nanli's eyes widened, and she was even more surprised: "You are not only able to write and martial arts, but even embroidery is so good." ”

"I learned it when I was in the barracks, after all, my clothes were torn, so I had to mend them myself." Ye Siheng said, not thinking that this was anything embarrassing.

Nan Limei smiled, "Sister-in-law said that the bride has to embroider the red hijab herself, and I think it's not bad for the groom to help embroider." ”

"That's it." Ye Siheng said.

He embroidered it with his own hands, which also means auspicious.

He embroidered mandarin ducks, and talked about today's events in passing.

Nanli frowned slightly, "That's the ghost called Xu Zhida to help him?" ”

Ye Siheng took out the jade pendant and said, "He seems to be in it." ”

Nanli could see at a glance that there were indeed ghosts hiding inside.

She pinched a trick and forced the ghost out of it.

Sure enough, a faint ghost soon appeared, it was a young man, dressed in official uniform, looking polite.