Ji Mo Qinghe suddenly thought of Ji Xin's bright and sharp eyes on weekdays, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

She seems to have always been like this, from the first time she saw her, she was calculated with sincerity, although she was scheming step by step, unwilling to make the slightest mistake, but always able to reveal nine points of truth, so that people could not help but surrender and gratitude, this way of receiving hearts, I don't know who taught it, although these courtiers were selected with different personalities, but each had their own talents and loyalty.

The emperor and monarch, it is rare to be able to do this, and the monarch is scheming but loves the people, has the world in his heart and cares for the people, and has the Ming monarch to follow, how can it not be the hope of hundreds of officials in the court.

When Jimo Qinghe thought of this, he suddenly recalled his master, Master Yanquan.

When he achieved great things with Emperor Rongcheng, was it like this, but ......

Jimo Qinghe is your disciple, but he has no heart to follow Mingjun, he is high in the temple, and his heart is far away from the five continents.

"Prime Minister Zuo, this appointment with you is to ask for advice."

Fortu spoke.

"The king has sent an urgent order to me to investigate the matter of waiting for his children, but it's been almost a day, and I haven't found the slightest useful clue here.

It is not difficult to find out this matter, but it takes time, if it is in normal times, Futu will not turn to Jimo Qinghe, but this urgent order must be something, and the king must not make another mistake......

"Peaceful?"

Instant ink and stroke on the sleeves.

"Yes, but I'm not familiar with this An Le Hou, and this Imperial Pavilion's Secret An Le Hou has no more information about this unknown An Le Hou."

Futu's tone was a little annoyed.

Ji Mo Qinghe paused slightly.

"Lord Futu, can you ask Chenye?"

"Chenye!"

Fortu reacted suddenly.

"Why didn't I think of him, I'll have someone call him now."

Futu just wanted to send someone forward, but Mo Qinghe stopped him sideways.

"At this time, it is not appropriate to make a big fanfare, Chen Ye has been developing gunpowder in the workshop given to him by the king for many years, it is better for us to go secretly, so as not to be speculated."

Futu listened to Jimo Qinghe's words and thought for a while.

"I'm in a hurry, it's really time for us to go."

He said and bowed his hand to Jimo Qing and Xuxu.

"Today really made Zuo Xiangjian smile."

That is, ink and return gifts.

"If you care, it's messy, Lord Futu doesn't have to mind."

"Well, let's go now."

Futu rolled up his sleeves and was about to move forward, even Mo Qinghe immediately followed, Futu was anxious to send back the news to the king, but Mo Qinghe began to calculate the cause and end of this antecedent, and suddenly wanted to check Anle, is it related to what Zhaoyu found.

In the dry gunpowder workshop, the craftsmen who come and go are all coarse cloth shawls, or directly bare-chested, which is very chic.

"This son of Chenye is really informal."

Fortu said as he walked.

Jimo Qinghe squinted slightly.

"He's there."

Dressed in basalt jade brocade and wearing two beads on his forehead, he looked like a rich son, and he was carefully mixing the medicinal powder in front of him.

Just listen to the "boom......

Futu subconsciously covered his face with his hand and took a step back.

A puff of black smoke rose from the workshop, and Chen Ye's delicate robe suddenly turned black, although the craftsmen ran over one after another, they all showed accustomed expressions on their faces.

"Little master, you blew up again."

One of the craftsmen handed Tatsuye a clean handkerchief, and Tatsuye wiped his gray and black face casually.

"It's not the right ratio, I'll try again later."

After saying that, he put the handkerchief aside and looked down at his clothes.

"This has to be another one."

A craftsman asked curiously.

"Little master, this workshop is dirty and dusty, why do you insist on changing it every day when it is dirty."