When Jiang Muyuan entered the palace with the waist card, it was already dark.

Originally, at this time, the palace gate should be closed and no longer let people enter or exit, but today is special, the imperial study has ordered, and the guards naturally do not stop it.

Also entering the palace with Jiang Muyuan was Sun Xuan.

Sun Xuan was preoccupied, and he didn't talk to Jiang Muyuan, but only walked with his head down.

The atmosphere was so dull that the people who followed and followed the people did not dare to go out of the atmosphere, and only carried lanterns to lead the way.

In the study, the oil lamp was on.

The saint closed his eyes and recuperated, and only after the sound was reported outside, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Sick?" Holy Word.

Sun Xuan lowered his eyes and said: "It's too doctor's diagnosis, it's not a disease, it's poison, but fortunately, the dosage is insufficient, and it was found in time, and it has been saved." ”

After speaking, Sun Xuan waited for the saint to speak, but he didn't expect to wait for a while, but the saint didn't say anything.

This made Sun Xuan's heart even more worried.

He could only swallow his saliva, and tried to tell him where the poison came from, but he was interrupted as soon as he said a word.

"Got it," Sheng Shang's voice was very deep, he glanced at Sun Xuan, didn't let his son speak again, only repeated, "Got it." ”

Sun Xuan clenched his teeth, did not disobey the saint, and withdrew from the imperial study.

He walked eagerly, and did not stop until he was far away, and glanced back coldly.

He knew that the Holy One was not only angry, but also disappointed.

But Sun Xuan has no way to resolve the current situation, Qiao Yun is looking for trouble, there are still people in his brothers who add to the fire, otherwise, where did Qiao Yun get the poison?

Sun Xuan thought, since the saint didn't listen to what he said, then he might as well listen to Jiang Muyuan.

In the imperial study, the saint motioned for Jiang Muyuan to sit down.

Jiang Muyuan said the ins and outs impartially, and said: "The source of the poison is not known at the moment. ”

The saint sneered: "It's still easy to want to die." ”

After only asking a few words about Qiao Yun, the topic of the saint turned to the battle in Nanling, and he was obviously more concerned about the battle situation than the half-dead proton.

There were a lot of battles in these days, and the imperial court won a few small victories, but Sun Bi's defense was still strong, and the advance of the front was never smooth.

Jiang Muyuan replied carefully, and the two talked for more than half an hour before the saint said, "It's so late, rest in the palace." ”

"I still have to go home," Jiang Muyuan smiled, "Yunjin has a big belly, and her sleep at night is getting more and more sticky, if I am not there, she will not be able to sleep well all night." ”

The Holy Lord glared at him twice, and did not stop him again.

Jiang Muyuan returned to the house, the courtyard left a door for him, and the house was lit with warm lights, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Gu Yunjin hadn't slept yet, and when he saw him coming back, he asked, "Is it available for dinner?" ”

Jiang Muyuan only simply filled his stomach, he was also hungry at this time, and there was some porridge in the small kitchen, so Gu Yunjin asked people to bring it.

There were still people waiting in the house, and the husband and wife didn't say anything about Qiao Yun, and only mentioned a few words after blowing out the lamp.

"The Holy Lord is suspicious of Shudi," Jiang Muyuan put his hand on Gu Yunjin's stomach and said softly, "He asked a lot about Nanling. ”

No matter how much he scolded Qiao Jing outside, he also scolded him for despising the imperial court, and no one went to Shu to guess against him, having said that, following the example of the previous dynasty and detaining the kings and generals in Beijing, it was very offensive in itself, and it was not surprising that Qiao Jing was so dissatisfied.

It was Sun Xuan, and now he was so annoyed that Qiao Yun listened to someone's instigation, but he was looking for trouble to take revenge on Qiao Jing.

The partial saint asked Nanling.

As the saint himself said, it is still easy to want to die.

Once Qiao Yun is dead, Shu has a name, so he naturally wants to ask for an explanation.

If the battle in Nanling is not over, the two fronts are fighting, and it is too difficult.

But the situation in Shu Di is not enough to abolish Qiao Jing immediately, and at this time, it will make Shu Di more talkative.

Right now, he can only hang Qiao Yun's life first......

Qiao Yun, who can't die, is very closely guarded, or it may be that he is still weak and has no way to find death by himself, and after half a month, he is finally stable.

After a few spring rains, the sun has not been seen for many days, and the sage's tense face has never sunny.

In the April palace examination, the tributes entered the palace, and the palace examination only relied on consultations, only one day, but for the tributes, this day was longer and more intense than every previous exam.

The reader reviewed the papers, picked out ten books and sent them to the imperial study.

Jiang Muyuan happened to be inside, and when the saint looked through it, he happened to see the familiar handwriting, he hooked his lips, and he could send it in, it can be seen that Ji Zhicheng played well, it is difficult to say in the first class, and there will always be his name in the first few of the second class.

There are a few articles that are indeed of some level, the look of the saint stretched a little, read a few sentences, and let Jiang Muyuan taste a product, and finally set the ranking, Ji Zhicheng is the first in the second class.

The little chamberlain went out with a scroll on the front foot, and came in with a few folds on the back foot, saying that it was the Nanling Military Newspaper.

The saint's expression suddenly became much more serious, and he took a quick look at it, and his eyebrows were loosened: "Okay!" ”

Jiang Muyuan took the excerpt and looked at it, and his heart was also relieved.

Nanling was originally forced by Sun Rui to raise troops in a hurry, and it has been almost a year, Sun Bi and Dong Zhiwang have never had the heart to go north, they just want to stick to Nanling, but now, the territory is getting smaller and smaller, these two people can still hold it, but the minds of the officials below are not necessarily stable.

Jiang Muyuan hinted to General Yu several times that this battle would not drag on for too long, and General Yu knew that the offensive was fierce, which put a lot of pressure on the people of Nanling.

In the end, someone couldn't bear it and surrendered.

Voted at this moment, it is no better than when the war first began.

The first ones that were voted for were originally those that Sun Bi and Dong Zhiwang did not intend to defend, and if they let it go, they would let it go, but now they are the most important lines of defense outside Nanling City, and the battle situation has changed all of a sudden.

However, on the fifth day, the forces of the imperial court had advanced a lot.

"One month, two months at most, I'll see how long they can resist!" Shengshang said with a smile.

Jiang Muyuan said a few words of congratulations, but he was not more optimistic than the saint.

Nanling has been stubbornly defended from the beginning, and the reserves must be abundant, and Nanling City is not a dead city, nor a lonely city, it is a siege, and Sun Bi will not be trapped for a while.

The saint is so happy, in fact, he looks at Shu through Nanling, Nanling can fall apart, and Shu can do the same.

Jiang Muyuan pondered about going back and discussing the matter of mining with the household department, but he didn't expect that before he could leave the imperial study, the situation changed again.

An attendant hurried over, and Father-in-law Han went out to ask a few questions, and when he came back again, his face was bloodless.

The saint glanced sideways.

Han Gonggong's voice trembled a little: "Holy Lord, Qiao Yun is dead." ”

The smile faded from the saint's face, leaving only a gloomy anger: "Dead? ”

Han Gonggong nodded.

Jiang Muyuan put down the fold in his hand, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

Whether it was suicide or being killed, in short, Qiao Yun, who didn't want to live anymore, finally killed himself.

Left behind a mess.

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