Yang Yaohui put down a chess piece on the chessboard, ready to close around and eat Situ Jiao's large piece of chess, but unexpectedly, as soon as he put down the piece, Situ Jiao immediately followed, and then looked at Yang Yaohui with a smile.

"Haha, Lao Yang, look at you! Isn't this a victory given to Jiaojiao in vain! Han Jiezhi looked at the chessboard and immediately burst out laughing.

Yang Yaohui fixed his eyes and looked at it, but the originally alive white chess was blocked by Situ Jiao because of his own son, and there was no way to live!

Yang Yaohui had no choice but to admit defeat, touching the beard that had just grown up after returning to Kyoto, and sighed that the future was terrifying.

Yang Yaohui gave up his position to Han Jiezhi and let Han Jiezhi fight against Situ Jiao.

He found a chair on the side and sat down again, took a sip of tea, and then resumed the previous topic: "Jiaojiao did a good job today!" It does not overstep its bounds, but also fully expresses the position of a doctor. ”

"That's right, Jiaojiao is becoming more and more capable, and it is more and more reassuring, but it is cheaper than your child!." Han Jiezhi nodded in agreement, looking at Situ Jiao with a deep appreciation in his eyes.

Being praised so much by the two elders, Situ Jiao was already a little ashamed, and Han Jiezhi's last joking words made Situ Jiao blush.

When I first heard the sage mention the Zen position today, whether it was Jianguo Gong or General Han, I was afraid that it was Situ Jiao who said something that made the sage happy.

Even if the saint really gave up the throne to the crown prince, if the cause was Situ Jiao, it would eventually be a knot in the saint's heart.

Now it is the saint who takes the initiative, and even if the saint regrets it one day, he will not complain to others.

Whether the saint is in Zen or not, Situ Jiao thinks that it has nothing to do with her, how turbulent the court is, she does what she should do.

In the following days, in addition to still going into the palace to do acupuncture for the saint, he will still shake his head at the saint's worries and labor, and he will still complain to the queen mother about the saint's uncooperation, Situ Jiao's life can be regarded as leisurely.

It's just that when giving acupuncture to the sage, the sage will occasionally tease a few words.

For example, "Shunpei, you said that it is good for me to transfer the prince of the founding of the country back to Kyoto?" ”

At this time, Situ Jiao could only follow the sage's wishes, be shy or embarrassed at the right time, and not take the sage's words seriously.

At that time, Yang Lingxiao invited himself to go to the northern border city, although he wanted to help Situ Kong, but he still wanted to continue to consolidate the defense of the northern border pass and show his ambitions.

From the secret letter sent back by Yang Lingxiao, Situ Jiao knew that after less than a year of hard work, although due to the constraints of conditions, the northern border pass was still not as solid as Yang Lingxiao's mind, but it was enough to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

If the sage really transferred Yang Lingxiao back to Kyoto, Situ Kong, who had already mastered the military affairs of the northern border city, was fully capable of dealing with it, which would be a good thing for Yang Lingxiao.

It's just that Situ Jiao faced the sage's chit-chatter that seemed to be true or false, and at most she only smiled shyly.

What could she say?

It seems that it is not appropriate to say anything, who can really figure out the heart of the Qing Emperor?

The day before Han Xiuya got married, Situ Jiao entered the palace again to take the pulse of the saint and acupuncture.

The saint's pulse did not improve, but fortunately it did not deteriorate.

Today's saint seemed to be in a very good mood, lying on the dragon couch with his eyes closed, and there was a faint smile on his face, which made Situ Jiao's eyes flash with a hint of inquiry, but he quickly focused his mind on acupuncture.

Situ Jiao pierced all the needles into the acupuncture points of the saint, sat down on a chair next to the couch, and from time to time twisted or plucked or flicked silver needles in different vacancies to achieve the effect of acupuncture.

This time often takes a quarter of an hour, and the dormitory is silent, and the breathing of several people in the hall can be heard.

The saint suffered from palpitations, and his breathing was always slightly rapid and heavy.

Zhang De's breathing was far away and subtle, and if he didn't listen carefully, it seemed that this person didn't need to breathe, obviously with deep internal strength.

The saint, who thought he was asleep, suddenly laughed lightly: "Jiaojiao, when I retreat, I will take your aunt and the six emperors to live in the western suburbs, and then you will have to go there more to accompany me." ”

This was the first time that the saint had clearly expressed the intention of abdicating early to Situ Jiao, which couldn't help but surprise Situ Jiao's heart, and there was a slight pause in the movements of her hands, but she soon calmed down and smoothly took out the silver needles one by one.

"I heard that the royal palace in the western suburbs has a beautiful view, but I haven't seen it yet. Your Majesty is invited, Jiaojiao naturally wants to see and understand. Situ Jiao stepped back from the saint's couch as usual, and asked Zhang De, who was standing on the side, to serve the saint, and replied with a smile.

Completely avoid sensitive words such as abdication and Zen concession, and only accept the invitation of the elders as a junior.

The sage glanced at Situ Jiao and saw that she was looking down and cleaning up the silver needle she had just used, meticulous and serious, as if it was not a silver needle but a treasure of heaven and earth.

The sage sat down on the edge of the couch under Zhang De's service, and today he seemed to have a lot to talk to Situ Jiao, so he waved his hand to let Zhang De retreat.

Seeing that Situ's delicate face showed an old-fashioned appearance, he couldn't help but say a little depressedly: "Isn't Jiaojiao curious?" ”

Today's saint unexpectedly insisted, as if he had to get the answer he wanted from Situ Jiao's mouth.

Situ Jiao's heart was quite helpless, she raised her eyes and glanced at the saint, and at the same time sped up the action of cleaning up her hands.

After a while, the silver needles returned to their places, and Situ Jiao sat down on the chair in front of the saint as usual, and stretched out his hand to check the saint's pulse to see the effect of this acupuncture.

"Curiosity is common to everyone, and Jiaojiao is no exception. But Jiaojiao had heard the phrase 'curiosity kills cats'. It is said that a cat has nine lives, and it can be curious at least eight times. But Jiaojiao only has one life, and she really doesn't dare to put her curiosity on the table......" Situ Jiao glanced at the saint and pouted.

Situ Jiao's current appearance is only in line with her age, and the saint couldn't help but laugh happily.

"I've worked hard for so many years, and I'm really tired of calculating this and that. I didn't think it was good when I was in good shape before, but now I just want to live a few more years, accompany the people around me, and look at the great country of Nanling...... "The sage is especially talkative today, and his interest is also good, so he must have finally made up his mind."

"Your Majesty, as long as you worry less, you will be able to get your wish." At this time, Situ Jiao knew how much she had to give, so she did what she liked, and it would not be wrong to follow the saint's wish anyway.

The saint let out another burst of merry laughter.

Zhang De, who was guarding outside the hall, listened to the laughter of the saints in the hall from time to time, and his face couldn't help but smile.

How long has it been since the saint smiled like this? Zhang De doesn't seem to remember. (To be continued.) )