"Hmm...... You can mobilize the people of Dongchang to strengthen your vigilance, and in addition, protect the main people of this banquet. Jiang Mei thought for a while, and it seemed that there was nothing that needed to be done by the East Factory.

"Dongchang is mostly secret agents, and this banquet, the secret agents don't seem to be able to help much." Jiang Meicheng replied, Xia Zheng glanced at her lightly: "It's true that Dongchang can't do anything this time, but I need Dongchang to secretly protect the interpreter of this trip." ”

Xia Zheng put down the book in his hand and said to Jiang Mei: "There are a lot of important people from the two countries on this trip, and it is not easy for those who want to take this opportunity to make trouble. But the translator is the link between the two, and it is also the weakest and best link. ”

After listening to Xia Zheng's analysis, Jiang Mei asked rhetorically: "Is there only one translator?" ”

"There are very few people in Daqing who practice other Chinese languages, and this banquet has been planned for a long time, and the interpreter is also a leading person, who has long understood our purpose, and most importantly, he is a person who can use it."

"Understood." Jiang Mei nodded, Xia Zheng is a person who can trust a person, and it is not easy just thinking about it.

"By the way, the emperor, the minister heard from the princess yesterday that you are going to hunt in the palace in three days?"

Jiang Mei suddenly remembered something, approached Xia Zheng, her eyes lit up, and her face was longing.

Xia Zheng frowned and looked at her: "What do you want to say?" ”

Jiang Mei asked Xia Zheng with a shy face: "I don't know if the emperor has any ideas...... What about bringing your ministers with you? ”

When Xia Zheng heard what she said, he couldn't help but sneer: "Can someone who can't even get out of bed go to the palace with the attendant?" ”

Jiang Mei's face darkened, and when she heard Xia Zheng's words, she didn't plan to take herself with her.

Jiang Mei simply stood on the bed and complained quietly.

Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her stupid look, and wanted to laugh: "Jiang Mei, take care of your injuries first, and then you are qualified to talk to me about the entourage, do you know?" ”

Jiang Mei bit the corner of the quilt and stared at the top of the bed with resentment.

"What does the emperor mean that if the minister recovers after three days, he will be able to accompany him?"

Xia Zheng nodded slightly, got up and looked at Jiang Mei condescendingly: "Heal the injury first." ”

Xia Zheng said that and left the room.

After waiting for Xia Zheng to leave, Jiang Mei's previous appearance of pretending to be stupid and obedient was swept away, and her face became solemn little by little.

Seeing her sit up from the bed, she didn't seem to be in any pain, Jiang Mei squatted on the side of the bed, dug under the bed, and found an oiled paper bag.

Jiang Mei carefully opened the oiled paper bag, and it was the Qingyuan Chronicle that had not been taken out for a long time.

"I always feel that you are more strict than Xia Zheng, at least what Xia Zheng told me to do is reasonable, what about you?"

Jiang Mei cursed at the codex viciously, and then opened the codex.

The sentence I saw last night was still vivid, Jiang Mei took a deep breath, hoping to open it again, and that sentence would disappear.

When I opened the Codex, it was still the same line.

In the third year of Qingyuan, Heyue, the Son of Heaven traveled, and was assassinated.

Jiang Mei angrily threw the codex aside.

"What's the matter, if Xia Zheng dies, what will I do?!" Jiang Mei yelled to herself in the empty room, and for some reason, after seeing this sentence, she was angry.

No, Xia Zheng can't die, if Xia Zheng dies, she ...... What to do?

There seemed to be countless ants gnawing at the mess in her heart, Jiang Mei grabbed her hair irritably, but she felt as if her chest was being tightly grasped by a big hand, and she couldn't breathe.