I retracted my gaze to the paper again, and squeezed out a few words in such a depressing atmosphere: "The article you wrote should refer to the method of using war." I paused, raised my eyes and tried to look at him, saw that the expression on his face softened, and continued: "The two countries have fought for several years, in order to win over once, if the stinginess and money do not reuse spies, so that they cannot understand the enemy's situation and suffer defeat, it will be too 'unkind', such a handsome general is not a good general of the army, not a good assistant to the king, such a monarch is not a good monarch who can win the battle." If you want to understand the enemy's situation, you can't use superstitious ghosts and gods and divination to obtain, you can't use similar things in the past to make analogies, and you can't use the sun, moon and stars to verify it, you must get it from someone who understands the enemy's situation. ”

I picked up another piece of paper on the table and continued, "There are five types of spies; There is a cause, an inner space, an anti-body, a death room, and a life room. All five types of spies are used at the same time, making the enemy unpredictable and unable to deal with them, and this is the reason why you can win. "The more I talked, the more I felt that what he wrote was very similar to Sun Tzu's art of war, and the things in my mind naturally increased, and when I finished talking about all the contents of the paper and looked at him, King Xiaoyao had already put down the fan in his hand, and looked at me with straight eyes, and the light in his eyes made my heart suddenly improve a lot.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Suddenly, my neck was held vigorously, and the suffocating fear stimulated my sensory nerves.

I struggled and slapped the back of his hand with both hands, trying to loosen his hand a little more. He reluctantly clenched his hand tighter, and his gaze was like two sharp arrows, trying to poke two holes in my body, and he might not be able to give up.

"Ahem... Let me go! I yelled at him, and the grievances in my heart welled up. Seeing his hand shrinking more and more, I finally shouted out as if I was a spy: "If I am really a spy, it is also you who recruited it yourself, it was the wolf you led yourself, who is to blame!" ”

I thought I would never be able to breathe fresh air in the next second, but he let go of his hand and pushed me again, standing in front of the window with his back to me, silent.

"Ahem, ahem," I leaned back in my chair, bent down and coughed heavily, gulping in on the hard-earned air, and it took a long time for me to feel better.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, stared at his back aggrievedly, and snorted unwillingly. As if hearing my displeasure, the King of Pleasure moved slightly, his hair blowing through the half-open window, and he slowly turned around, walked in front of me, and reached out to lean over to me.

I thought he was going to do something to hurt me, so I immediately shrank back, and he sighed, ignoring my flinching, brushed his finger against the red mark on his neck, and said, "It hurts." ”

Nonsense! Why don't you give me a try! I rolled my eyes at him inwardly and said, "The villain is fine." ”

He looked at me for a long time before he spoke again, "Go down." After saying that, without waiting for my reaction, he walked into the inner room alone.

I touched the place he had just touched, and his eyes were as cold as his eyes. I looked at the pile of rice paper on the table again, speechless.

When I walked out of the Lingmo Pavilion, I saw the maids and attendants in the courtyard looking at me from a distance, I thought they must have heard it when they were arguing with King Xiaoyao in the house just now.

I drooped my head and ignored their inquiring gaze, and returned to my room with vague steps, and fell on the bed and began to cry loudly.

I obviously didn't do anything, why was he wronged like this. The more I thought about today, the more I felt wronged, and the tears flowed more and more, so that I didn't even eat dinner, and then I didn't know when I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Looking at my swollen peach-like eyes in the mirror, I tried cold water several times to no avail, so I had to put them aside in anger.

There wasn't any makeup on the dresser to cover me up, so I thought about it and finally decided to recuperate.

The King didn't say anything, but sent someone to tell me to meditate and recuperate, and sent another doctor to treat me. The days were quite peaceful, and the three meals a day were not reduced, but the doctor who came to check my pulse every day, every time I saw his appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks without any symptoms, my heart was happy for a while.

This illness has been pretending to be more than half a month, and he doesn't call me, and I don't go out. Every day, I enjoy the flowers in my small yard, sing songs, catch a few ants and watch them fight, or gamble with the servants in the house, and my life is easy and happy.

After dinner that night, I moved a stool and sat in the courtyard to watch the stars. Although the scenery of the palace is good, the stars are not as many as the mountains behind the Phantom Sword Palace, and they are not as bright as there.

I was bored, so I counted them one by one. As I counted, a cloud drifted by, disrupting my thoughts, and I had to count them all over again.

When I turned my head to look at the gate of the courtyard, I saw a man standing at the door of my courtyard and kept looking in, just in contact with my eyes, and walked over happily.

"The villain Aman greets the adults." He saluted me, stood in front of me with a bent body, leaned over my ear and whispered, "My lord, the prince has called you over." ”

I looked at him and asked, "Do you know what he called me?" ”

"It's... The prince didn't say anything, and the slave didn't dare to ask, and the adults knew when they went over. Aman's eyes quickly rolled in his sockets, and he smiled all over his face.

Looking at his appearance, I knew in my heart that there must be no good thing, but I couldn't help but go, so I had to let him wait outside first, I went back to the house and got a coat, and then followed him to Lingmo Pavilion.

At this time, the Ling Mo Pavilion was brightly lit, and there were many maids and maids gathered in the courtyard, and their faces were anxious, looking straight into the house, but they didn't dare to go in.

I looked at them suspiciously, and before I could ask for an answer, Aman hurriedly pushed them into the room. As soon as I entered, the smell of alcohol in the room rushed to my face, and I was suddenly out of breath.

There was no one in the room, I tried to walk a few steps, and called out a few times, and when I saw that no one answered me, I was strange, but my body was suddenly hugged from behind, and I turned around, and then I was crushed on the bed by an extremely heavy object, and I couldn't move.

I wanted to push the object on my body away, but the thing actually spoke by itself: "Beauty, let's have another drink with this king." After saying that, there was an extra wine jug in front of me, and he didn't ask me if I wanted to, pinched my chin and poured it straight in, choking my tears.

"Lord Wang, you are drunk, I am not your beauty!" I yelled as he poured the wine into his mouth, kicking him with my feet. I didn't know where I kicked him unintentionally, so I heard him snort and finally tumble off me.

When I was free, I immediately jumped up from the bed, covered my clothes and stayed away from him, looking at the King of Freedom who was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up, and I was very scared in my heart.

"What a pungent beauty, this king likes it!" I thought this would make him stop at least for a moment, but he got up again, threw down the flask, and threw himself straight at me. I wanted to dodge, but the corner of my clothes happened to hook the corner of the shelf, and he pressed it to the ground along with the potted plants on it.