When Jiang Muyuan walked into the imperial study, the two little chamberlains had just removed the lampshades, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

Under the light, the tired face of the Holy Lord was clearly visible.

Perhaps because he had just woken up from a nightmare, the saint looked even more tired than in the afternoon, and he didn't even breathe completely.

The sweaty handkerchief was thrown aside, and the wet forehead hair stuck to the sideburns of the saint.

Obviously, there was an ice basin in the corner, but the saint still sweated a lot.

"Uncle......" Jiang Muyuan called.

Sheng Shang raised his eyelids and looked over, and when he saw Jiang Muyuan's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, he knew that his appearance at the moment was really embarrassed.

Pressing on his sore shoulder, the saint sat up straighter and said, "I dreamed of something terrible, don't do it." ”

Jiang Muyuan said: "The dragon body is important, uncle, it's better to ask the imperial doctor to take a look, it's not the same thing." ”

Shengshang looked at Gonggong Han obliquely.

"Don't blame Gonggong Han, I also happened to run into it," Jiang Muyuan said, "There are so many places inside and outside the imperial study......"

The saint snorted, how could he not know that there were countless eyeliners inside and outside here.

It's not that they want to harm him, the queen mother cares about him, the concubines compete for favor, the princes seize power, and some news that is not big, small, light or heavy, will naturally leak out through the people below.

Even Jiang Muyuan, who is sitting in front of him now and clearly indicating that there are informants everywhere in his imperial study, will also have a few honest eyeliners.

From top to bottom, I know that the saint doesn't bother to care about that.

But at this moment, what he thought of in his mind was Sun Rui.

How would the third son, who made him frightened and angry in the dream, reach out to his imperial study?

Who did Sun Rui buy, who did he woo, and what kind of news did they give......

As soon as he began to question, the anger in his heart rushed upward, and the saint pressed the teacup hard, barely stabilizing his mind.

Jiang Muyuan secretly observed the reaction of the saint, judging from his understanding of the saint, there must be some articles in the nightmare of the saint, but unfortunately, there is such a thing as a dream, except for the person concerned, others can't touch it.

Tentatively, Jiang Muyuan said again: "If you really don't want to invite the imperial doctor, why don't you ask Yan Qingzhen to count it?" Outsiders said that he had always been accurate in unsigning. ”

The saint touched his beard and did not speak.

Han Gonggong pondered the thoughts of the saint and beat the side drum: "Saint, didn't you look at the drawings two days ago, and said that there are some places that you want to discuss with real people......

The saint nodded slowly: "Then it is Yi Ayuan's." ”

The little waiter who was waiting outside trotted to invite someone.

The saint stabilized his mind and said, "What is the matter with A-Yuan?" ”

Jiang Muyuan has something to do with his eyebrows, but it's just a reason, he was also ready before, and he opened his mouth and said some battle scheduling arrangements with Shengshang, and now the army is pressed on the game with Shudi, Nanling There is a continuous stalemate, most of the soldiers under General Yu are transferred to Lianghu, and the rest of the manpower is impossible to advance, and it is impossible to retreat......

Facing the right matter, the saint's mind that was stimulated by Sun Rui finally came back, he stood up and looked at the map, discussing with Jiang Muyuan while his fingers crossed the map.

The two talked for a quarter of an hour, and Yan Qingzhen arrived.

Sheng Shang cleared his throat and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, do you go back to the house to accompany your daughter-in-law and children, or stay in the palace to accompany me for dinner?" ”

Jiang Muyuan raised his eyebrows, he was concerned about Gu Yunjin and his brother, and he knew that it was impossible for the saint to leave him to listen to the real person's explanation, and if he blindly stayed, it would surprise the saint.

"After discussing it with you, I have a lot of new ideas, and I am not mature enough for a while, I will go back and sort it out carefully," Jiang Muyuan said with a smile, "It's really late, if you don't go back, you will have to make my brother sleep." ”

The saint sneered: "What does it matter, isn't he sleeping all day and night now?" ”

Jiang Muyuan retired with a smile, his eyes lifted and fell, his face did not show it at all, and he greeted Yan Qingzhen who entered the imperial study, and then withdrew without hurrying.

He didn't ask the little chamberlain to guide the way, and he walked outside the palace by himself.

It was only for a moment, but Jiang Muyuan could see very clearly that the last place where the fingertips of the saint fell was where the Quan'an Temple was located.

It's not so much a coincidence, but rather a subconscious point of the saint.

No matter what each other's ultimate purpose is, what he and Sun Rui, Sun Zhen, and Yan Qingzhen have pulled out blindly, and they have really broken into the heart of the saint.

The saint just pointed to a place on the map that was smaller than a fingernail, he must have ordered it countless times.

At this moment, in the imperial study, the saint turned around to look at Yan Qingzhen, his series of movements were extremely casual, so that even he didn't notice where his finger was just now.

Father-in-law Han took the drawings and opened them on the big case.

Sheng Shang gently stroked the drawings and said, "The drawing of a real person is really wonderful, I have been looking at it for a long time, and when I close my eyes, I feel that the continuous hall building is in front of me." I'm going back and forth outside this hall, it's really a fairy aura! ”

Yan Qingzhen modestly responded.

The saint said: "I've been thinking about it these days, the real person has only described the inside of the Sanqing Hall to me, and everything else is still vague, can the real person draw a few more drawings so that I can see it inside and out?" ”

"Obey," Yan Qingzhen finished speaking, looking at the face of the saint, and said, "You look tired, you summoned Poor Dao, not just to talk about the blueprints of the Heart Cultivation Palace, right?" ”

Shengshang narrowed his eyes: "The real person will give me a sign?" ”

Yan Qingzhen took a deep look at the saint and smiled suddenly: "Why don't you give the saint a dream?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the saint's face darkened for a moment, and he wanted to ask who delivered the news to Daoist Yan Qing, but when the words came to his lips, he was rushed forward by the real person again.

Yan Qingzhen said: "Poor Dao is good at divination, unraveling, and interpreting dreams. ”

"Oh?" The saint raised his eyebrows, meaningful, "Since it is the strength of a real person, it is better to calculate it for a real person, what dreams I am trapped by." ”

Yan Qingzhen's face did not change, he waved the dust, and said: "Shengshang, Taoist dream interpretation also has rules, there is no mention of dream interpretation out of thin air, poor Dao does not have that ability, but if the saint really wants to solve the poor Dao, the poor Dao will boldly guess." ”

Shengshang stretched out his hand and motioned to Daoist Yan Qing to be casual.

Of course, he knew that he was a strong man just now, and he would ask if he wanted to find out whether the Dao Chief really relied on his ability to see that he was riddled with nightmares, or whether he listened to someone's words to find out the truth.

The most important thing is that the saint resists being seen through what he thinks in his heart, how can he tell people those dreams?

I can't interpret dreams!

Yan Qingzhen closed his eyes, looking like he was groaning, and after a while, he finally spoke: "It has something to do with your desire to build a heart palace." ”

The Holy One's eyes widened.

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