Han Chong was very knowledgeable and carried his tea case out of the back room without Heng Yuanjun giving an order.

This thing is not heavy, but there is soup and water on it, bottles and cans, so you need to be extra careful when lifting it.

Zhen and Heng Yuanjun knelt on either side of the tea table.

The eyes of the two never intertwined, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding. They looked down at the cups on the tea table, two cups of fragrant grain tea were placed in front of them, and the boiling water was steaming hot, and the air was around them.

"Every year when I go to visit my father's grave, I see a bundle of 'victory stars' in front of his old man's monument...... Is that you, too? Zhen asked softly.

Heng Yuanjun's hand paused slightly, and then nodded quietly.

Zhen sighed softly, but quickly regained his previous composure.

"If he knows and sees that you have managed His Highness's 'Jian'an Pavilion' to this point, he should ...... I'll be glad too. ”

"The master's teachings have been kept in mind by me all these years." Heng Yuanjun replied in a low voice, "I didn't dare to forget for a moment." ”

Zhen silently picked up the tea cup, gently shook the small tea bowl under his nose, and sniffed the tea carefully again.

Then he asked straight to the point, "Why is the Emperor's Divine Machine Battalion in your hands?" ”

Heng Yuanjun directly raised his sleeves to drink tea, "...... Can't say. ”

"Then I'll guess...... Zhen smiled indifferently, and only then did she raise her eyes to see Heng Yuanjun's expression, "I went to check on the current general of the Shenji Battalion a few days ago, Shen Yungong...... He should also be the old man who saw Ange back then, right? ”

Heng Yuanjun quietly put down the cup, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air like this." ”

"Then I guessed right?" Zhen looked at Heng Yuanjun, "The imperial court has been suffering for a long time, and Song Bozong's father and son have been rebelling for a long time, and you have to call the Shenji Battalion to rescue you at this time...... Even if he wasn't the old man who saw Ange, he would still agree. ”

Zhen paused, "What I want to know more is, how familiar is he with you?" Has it reached the point of being a cronie? ”

Heng Yuanjun did not speak.

Zhen looked at him for a while, frowned slightly, and said, "It seems to be...... Familiar? ”

A little stunned flashed on Heng Yuanjun's face in an instant—Zhen's reaction was as if he had written the answer directly on his face.

He bowed his head sideways in some disbelief, letting the falling green silk cover half of his side face.

"That's ...... Is it obvious? Heng Yuanjun said in a low voice.

Zhen also lowered his head and smiled.

Every time Ah Heng tried to hide something, the corners of his eyebrows would be slightly disturbed - but compared to the simple and unguarded when he was young, he was already much more restrained than then.

But this habit ...... But there are still some traces left.

Nothing has changed.

Zhen lowered his head and took a sip of tea—the taste of Xianggu tea was still as hard to swallow as ever.

But she has long passed the age of liking sweet cakes.

Han Chong watched this scene silently from the side, and he was really a little surprised.

He had heard more or less about the connection between some of the prince's old ministry and the old Zhen family, but he didn't expect that Ming Gong, who had always been calm and dignified, would become a little naïve in front of Princess Gong - no, now he should call the queen.

Zhen no longer raised his eyes, and Heng Yuanjun slowly turned his gaze back.

Even if the person sitting opposite is Sister Junping, who he cares about every day, this feeling of being easily pierced through his heart still makes people feel uneasy.

But there is also a little bit of joy in the apprehension.

"Seeing that An Ge can't continue to be in your hands in the future," Zhen put down the cup, "Since you chose to stand up at this time, you should have thought of this layer a long time ago." ”

"I know......" Heng Yuanjun smiled again, "Seeing that most of the affairs of An Pavilion have already been handed over to Sister Junping." Over the years, all the news sent to my Qinyuan has also had a copy from Prince Gong's Mansion——"

"You're lying again." Zhen interrupted Heng Yuanjun's words softly.

"I didn't." Heng Yuanjun retorted.

"Only the first half of the sentence is not, you obviously still hide a lot of things from me." Zhen didn't back down in the slightest, but her voice was as calm as ever, "But seriously, if I knew that Ming Gong was you, and I knew that these people and these news came from Jian'an Pavilion, I wouldn't have touched these things from the beginning." ”

"Why don't you touch it," Heng Yuanjun said softly, "Over the years, the affairs of the cabinet have been in good order, and Sister Junping has contributed a lot." Isn't that comparable to being the wife of a coward...... More fun? ”

Zhen's hand holding the cup suddenly turned white, and even if he didn't look at her eyes, Heng Yuanjun felt a shallow anger.

He suddenly felt a little sad, so he raised his sleeves again to drink tea, pretending that nothing had happened.

"What have I hidden from you but my identity?" Heng Yuanjun said softly.

"What's going on with the fire at Donglin Temple?" Zhen said in a low voice.

"You see the Lin family there every month, and Bai Ling is suspicious of going there again." Heng Yuanjun's eyes were also slightly cold, "Who can guarantee that those monks in the West Room haven't recognized you?" ”

"I see the Lin family there every month, does the Lin family recognize me?"

Heng Yuanjun was silent for a moment, "...... No. ”

"The Lin clan didn't recognize me—"

"I can't...... Take that risk. Heng Yuanjun replied in a low voice, "I won't risk you." ”

"Okay, then why did the first emperor suddenly execute the Lin family?" Zhen asked again.

Heng Yuanjun was stunned.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have really hidden a lot of things from Zhen.

For example, Lin Jieyu, who lives in Chuxiu Palace, is not as obedient as she was two years ago - her redundant and ostentatious behavior is too much, she was originally a sharp sword, but later she was often in a state of loss of control.

Compared with Lin Jieyu, who has a good temperament, the introverted and intelligent Bai Ling will obviously be better used.

It's just that at that time, Bai Ling's hands were too clean.

People who are too clean can't go far.

"Anyway...... Because, for a number of reasons. Heng Yuanjun poured tea again for the Zhen family very convincingly, "Seeing An Ge, I didn't plan to keep it in my hand, and I can't keep it in my hand all the time." ”

Zhen looked silently at his hand pouring tea.

Indeed it is.

The remnants of a former prince are still in operation today, and as long as it spreads, it is enough to become evidence of the crime of killing Heng Yuanjun...... His only option was to break away from the organization and change its door.

But initially, the reason why he chose to reach out to himself was because he took this layer into account.

"You didn't ask for any of the rewards you were given." Zhen said softly, "...... What do you want? ”

Heng Yuanjun lowered his head and drank tea, and then put the empty cup on the table.

"I want a decent opportunity." Heng Yuanjun said word by word, "Just like at the beginning, the master told me. ”

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