Eighteen kinds of martial arts, proficient in everything.

This sentence entered his heart, and Zixi couldn't help but go back and think about what kind of environment these eighteen martial arts were learned.

It's not that nowadays women want to be a talented woman, so they are proficient in poetry and songs.

It's not that men are full of ambition and ambition, so they are both civil and military, both good at reading and comparing two moves in martial arts, and even poetry and hop tea when they have nothing to do, and cultivate their sentiments.

He learned the eighteen martial arts because of his mother's persecution to please others.

It's to not waste this good look, it's to ...... Make the most of it.

After lunch, the maid brought the decoction, Zixi watched Duguxi drink it, and then got up and went to the imperial study.

Regarding what Duguxi said about saving people, she didn't say anything, and Duguxi didn't ask again.

On the second day of the first month of August, Zixi received a war report.

The southern army led by Chu Chen broke through the Nanling border pass, took two cities one after another, and now went straight to the direction of the Nanling Imperial City.

After seeing the battle report, Zixi smiled faintly, picked up the pen and wrote a reply, there were no extra words, only eight words: "Protect yourself and act calmly." ”

The letter was quickly delivered.

Zixi flipped through the list that Qin Sheng gave him, turned to one of the pages, stared at it for a while, and then said lightly: "Uncle Huang, I am pregnant, and I will raise the baby with peace of mind from tomorrow, and I will be responsible for all government affairs." ”

Nan Mohao was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed slightly, "The minister is close to protect Your Majesty-"

"Uncle Huang, this is an order." Zixi's expression was calm, and his eyes were unquestionable, "During the period of my pregnancy, you will handle government affairs well, and there must be no mistakes." ”

Nan Mohao's thin lips were pursed, and he knelt down in silence, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

"I'll protect myself." Zixi squatted down, stretched out his hand to lift Nan Mohao's chin, and looked at him at eye level, "Uncle Huang, don't worry, I still have the Ling Kingdom to govern, and I won't easily put myself in danger." ”

Nan Mohao still didn't speak, his hands clenched tightly.

"I need to go to Beiling first to make the Murong family obedient. Only if the Murong family returns to obedience earlier, the soldiers on the Beiling battlefield can stop resisting earlier, and only then can the casualties be reduced. Zixi's tone was calm, "I have recovered the territory, and they are all my people." One less person dies on the battlefield to avoid the misfortune of a family. ”

Nan Mo Hao knelt on his knees and continued to be silent.

"I expect to finish the Beiling affair before October, and then I will go to Great Xia." Zixi narrowed his eyes, and his tone became calmer, "Qingjun Wang Zhen must be saved, rather than being passive at that time, it is better to strike first." ”

The man, who had always been cold and calm, rarely saw a little pale, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, but he never said a word.

"Moyin, I'm not talking to you." Zixi stood up, his tone a little more cold, "This matter is settled." If you resist the decree, you will no longer be my hidden guard. ”

The words fell, and he turned around and left.

Nan Mohao's face turned pale, as if he had lost his soul, and knelt in the imperial study until dark.

At the time of the lamp, Zixi ordered someone to invite the first emperor of the Tai Hospital, as well as several senior doctors with excellent medical skills: "I am a little unwell, please ask the Tai Doctor to diagnose me." ”

Several imperial doctors were a little nervous when they heard this, and they took turns to come forward to diagnose the pulse, but after cutting the pulse, they were all a little surprised.

It wasn't until the end that the imperial doctor finished cutting the pulse, and several people exchanged glances, and finally came to the same conclusion: "Your Majesty, this is a happy pulse!" ”