I don't know why Dali Siqing didn't tell the prince for the first time that Princess Ping fainted under this tree, but after confirming that Jiang Xinlan was fine, he sent someone to quietly send Jiang Xinlan back to King Ping's mansion.

As soon as Jiang Xinlan was taken away, Dali Siqing saw the prince walking towards him, and he was shocked, the prince didn't see Princess Ping.

The prince's mind was on that stone, and he really didn't pay attention to what was behind Dali Siqing.

Dali Siqing looked at the prince's solemn expression, cold sweat broke out in his palms, and he saluted the prince.

The prince waved his sleeves to flatten him, and as soon as he handed the stone to Dali Siqing, he jumped down from the tree with a sword like the wind, and sealed his throat with a sword-

Dali Siqing looked at this scene and breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said to Rufeng:

"I'll do the rest, Mr. Jing, please go back first."

Rufeng nodded.

found Yan Zhishu and carried it back.

Zhishu woke up halfway, and she felt uncomfortable when she was still in a daze, and it took a while to wake up, and it happened to be almost at the palace, as soon as the wind threw people out, Zhishu hugged his neck violently.

Under the action of inertia, such as wind pressure buried in Zhishu.

Zhishu's chest hurt when he was smashed, his face blackened like the wind, and he quickly stood up:

"I've taken you back to the palace, and when the prince comes to ask you, you will say that you came back by yourself, and tell the prince that Dali Siqing is his person."

Zhishu lay on the ground and rubbed her chest, listening to the unpleasant voice like the wind, she was a little irritable.

She didn't lie on the ground for long, and the maid in the house found her, and she asked people to help her back to the room, but as soon as she walked to the door of the room, a little maid came to tell her that the prince was looking for her.

She took a deep breath, waved the maid away, and followed the little maid to the study of Mozhuyuan.

The little servant took her and retreated, she was about to report outside the study door, the door opened, the door was opened like the wind, and An Yusheng sat at the desk drinking tea.

"Come in."

An Jisheng put down the teacup and said to Zhishu with a happy face.

Zhishu didn't forget to bump Rufeng when she entered the door, but Rufeng didn't move, and she was talked back...... Fortunately, I didn't push too hard, just took a few steps back.

Rufeng glanced at her with a little disgust, then pulled Zhishu into the house, and then closed the door.

Zhishu: ((12)••(1)) She's such a weak chicken......

When she was still sad that she was too weak, she didn't notice that Rufeng took off the black mask she usually wore.

An Jisheng did not blame Zhishu for not saluting, but opened his mouth to introduce Zhishu:

"This is my advisor Jing Mingyun, Mr. Jing."

'Jing Mingyun! Zhishu looked at Rufeng in some surprise, no, Mr. Jing now.

I don't want to be the person in the dream, maybe it's just the same name, Zhishu breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to Jing Mingyun:

"Mr. Jing."

"Mr. Jing's martial arts are strong, and Mr. Jing is a rare strategist, so Mr. Jing gave me advice on asking you to help the king go to the princess to find gunpowder."

Zhishu couldn't guess what An Jisheng wanted to express for a while, so he didn't dare to speak easily, but just lowered his head and listened.

Seeing that Zhishu had no expression on his face, An Jisheng continued:

"Mr. Jing told this king, you have the ability to get rid of ghosts and monsters, if you are willing to follow this king, and wait for this king to ascend the throne as the emperor and crown you as the national teacher, how about one person under ten thousand people?"

Zhishu pretended to be excited and knelt down to thank her, and when Qing woke up, she would be able to leave here, the position of the national teacher was not uncommon for her, and there was also a Mr. Jing here.

"The slave and maid have thanked the prince, the slave and maid above the ten thousand people under one person are from a humble background and know that they are not worthy of the position, and the skills of the slave and maid are naturally not as good as Mr. Jing, this position of national teacher, please give it the person it deserves."

Zhishu snorted at An Shusheng: