"Huh? Yes? ”

Zhao Wanqing asked two questions in a row, but she really couldn't figure out what kind of plot progress this was, so she had to ask the system in her heart: "It turns out that this is an otome game that makes people open a harem?" ”

Seeing that she didn't answer, the little emperor Jiang Miaochun dragged his weak tone and said, "You...... Don't want to? ”

Zhao Wanqing held the back of Jiang Miaochun, who wanted to sit up, and said: "Your Majesty, you are scared of Weichen, Weichen is twenty-four years old this year, how old is the sixth prince, you let Weichen's old cow eat tender grass, even if I want, the sixth prince will definitely not agree." ”

Jiang Miaochun said: "No...... For the sake of the great cause......"

"Say less." Zhao Wanqing couldn't help but say that she couldn't bear to see that Jiang Miaochun was obviously a sick and weak child in her teens, but she still had the majestic appearance of a little adult: "What does Your Majesty want to plan?" It's better to tell Weichen directly, it's not Weichen who says big things, looking at the whole Daqi, Weichen is definitely the most trustworthy person, whether it is your country and the world, or your grand cause? Wechen can do his best to complete it. ”

Her protagonist aura can still come in handy, right?

The kindness value displayed on Jiang Miaochun's head flashed and became 100+.

Zhao Wanqing glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but think: No wonder the ancient book is written, the loyal ministers are fighting abroad, but the emperor was provoked by the traitors in the court, and finally punished the loyal ministers, but fortunately, she Zhao Wanqing is not a traitor, otherwise the little emperor will be coaxed into a daze with such a few words, not only entrusting her with important tasks but also completely trusting her, wouldn't the court be turned upside down?

Jiang Miaochun propped up his body and sat up, and said, "If I go west in the future, I want to pass the throne to the sixth prince, he is my brother, and he should ......."

Jiang Miaochun abruptly cut off the words when he said this, it seemed that his physical condition was worse, and he was about to be unable to speak.

Zhao Wanqing withdrew her hand when he sat up straight, but she still squatted on the edge of the bed, her hand on the edge of the bed, looking ready to take care of people.

However, Zhao Wanqing couldn't help but ask curiously: "Since he is His Majesty's brother, why didn't the emperor pass on the throne to him in the first place?" ”

Jiang Miaochun was stunned for a moment and didn't answer immediately, Zhao Wanqing thought that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly said: "Weichen is just curious, I don't mean anything else......"

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Miaochun finally held back two words, and then as if he had turned on a switch, he was able to speak again: "The emperor's will, only the emperor's uncle has seen it...... He announced in public that the new emperor was me, and that was it......"

Zhao Wanqing saw Jiang Miaochun talking, her eyes quickly became complicated, even if she usually spoke loudly, she couldn't help but ask at this time: "Your Majesty doesn't trust King Yu?" ”

Jiang Miaochun turned his head to look at Zhao Wanqing and said, "I, I can't trust anyone, this is what I learned on the supreme throne. ”

"What about the Sixth Prince?" Zhao Wanqing asked again, she was not brought into the atmosphere of "bitterness and hatred" at all, but like a curious baby, she asked whatever she wanted.

Jiang Miaochun replied: "He has worked with me for many years, and he is my only assistant in the court. ”

"What about King Yu?"

Hearing this, Jiang Miaochun turned his head to look at Zhao Wanqing again.

Zhao Wanqing looked directly at Jiang Miaochun's amber pupils, and felt burning expectations, helplessness, and a trace of sadness.

Zhao Wanqing seemed to understand something: "The minister knows, the person His Majesty wants to deal with is King Yu." ”

Jiang Miaochun didn't answer, which was a tacit acquiescence.

After a while, he said, "King Yu's power is tilted towards the government and the opposition, and I am just a puppet in his hands." ”

Zhao Wanqing opened her mouth to deny it for Jiang Chengyuan, but Jiang Miaochun interrupted her: "I have been poisoned by a stroke dove, terminally ill, I really don't have a few days to live, today I will write a will to you, if he raises the heart of the palace in the future, King Yu wants to set up a new emperor, you will take out this will, be sure to support the six princes for ...... The new emperor. ”

After that, Jiang Miaochun really ordered someone to bring a blank yellow scroll, wrote it, and then stuffed the yellow scroll that had been named "Will" into Zhao Wanqing's hand.

Zhao Wanqing felt heavy in her heart, and asked: "Your Majesty, do you really believe that with the power of Weichen alone, you can support the six princes to inherit the great cause?" ”

Jiang Miaochun nodded heavily and said, "It won't be long before the entire Great Qi military power will be yours...... Just ......"

He didn't say any more, Zhao Wanqing was about to die of him: "Just what?" ”

"As long as ...... Sweep away all obstacles in front of you......"

When Zhao Wanqing saw Jiang Miaochun say this, her eyes were extremely firm and cold, and she couldn't help but persuade him: "Your Majesty, it's important for you to take care of your body now, don't keep thinking about anything to fight and kill, the situation between the DPRK and China is still harmonious, and your courtiers, everyone seems to be happy, and there is not so much blood." ”

Jiang Miaochun seemed to glance at her and said, "You don't want to make me happy, not to mention my poison, if you can't find the antidote, you will definitely die." ”

Zhao Wanqing felt that she still had some ways, she had already come into contact with the antidote iron and blood token of the wind dove before, and it was not a complete chance, so she said to Jiang Miaochun: "Your Majesty, rest assured, Weichen will do his best to find an antidote for you." ”

Jiang Miaochun seemed to trust her very much, and at this time, Zhao Wanqing only drew an empty cake, his eyes lit up, and he said to Zhao Wanqing: "If Aiqing can really find an antidote for me, whatever reward you want, I will definitely satisfy you." ”

Seeing Jiang Miaochun believing in herself so much, Zhao Wanqing really couldn't fool people half-heartedly, she secretly planned to find the iron-blooded token and get the iron-blooded jade that could cure all poisons.

Thinking about it, Zhao Wanqing said to Jiang Miaochun: "Reward or something, let Rong Weichen think about it slowly in the future." ”

"Okay." Jiang Miaochun nodded.

At this time, Gonggong Li stepped forward and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest, the imperial doctor said, you can't work too hard." ”

Before Jiang Miaochun could answer, Zhao Wanqing stood up and said to Jiang Miaochun: "Then Weichen will retire first, Your Majesty take care of your body." ”

Jiang Miaochun flicked his sleeves slightly and agreed, so Zhao Wanqing took two steps back, and then left the Heart Cultivation Hall in great strides.

Taking Shang Fang's sword and walking out of the front hall of the main hall, Zhao Wanqing glanced at the long steps in front of her, and then looked at the cloudless sky above the palace wall, took a yellow book in her hand, and couldn't help muttering to herself: "At a young age, but so precautionary, is the tragic male protagonist set?" ”

Leaving the palace, there was a guard of the Yulin Army in front of the palace gate to Zhao Wanqing to lead the horse over, Zhao Wanqing took the reins, patted Xiao Hei's horse neck, and was about to open the system map to "navigate" back home, and a carriage stopped not far away.

The two maidservants beside the carriage walked towards her, and Ying Ying bowed down and said, "General, my young lady invites you to a meeting at the suburban horse farm." ”

"Your young lady?" Zhao Wanqing repeated, she didn't expect it to be who it would be for a while.

The maid smiled and pointed in the direction of the carriage, Zhao Wanqing's eyes followed it, and saw a small diamond-shaped pennant hanging on the front of the carriage, with a single word written on it: Ling.

Zhao Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and complained: "Your family, the pomp is quite big." ”

The maidservant bowed again: "General, please." ”

Zhao Wanqing originally planned to go back to the house first to see if Gao Maoxue and the four brothers of the Jiang family had returned, but this time she was invited to be a guest, and in line with the player's attitude of cooperating with the development of the plot, she had to hand over Xiao Hei to Yu Linjun's people for safekeeping, and got into the carriage of Ling Shuangyin's family.

After walking all the way and getting off at the destination, Zhao Wanqing stood and looked around at the so-called "suburban horse farm", and saw a large area of wide grassland, on which the horses galloped, but no one rode a horse, but there were many dedicated guards standing guard around the horse farm.

"Is this it?" Zhao Wanqing turned around and asked the handmaid of the Ling family.

The servant maid saluted after a few thorough salutes, and then said, "The slave and maid take the general over." ”

They were so polite that Zhao Wanqing was a little embarrassed, so she politely said, "Oh, there is work." ”

The maids led Zhao Wanqing into the racecourse, the more inside, the more tense the guards stood guard, Zhao Wanqing looked all the way, and couldn't help but secretly wonder in her heart, thinking that this is not a war-torn border pass, is it a horse farm?

"General." The maidservant spoke softly, and her footsteps had stopped: "Please go a little further, my young lady has been waiting for a long time." ”

After speaking, they didn't wait for Zhao Wanqing to nod, they couldn't wait to turn around and leave, as if a pair of roller skates were hidden under the skirt, and the upper body remained motionless to maintain a serious posture, but the feet slipped quickly as if they were smeared with oil.

Zhao Wanqing glanced at their backs with some surprise, hesitated for a moment before continuing to walk inside.

However, because the atmosphere was really strange, Zhao Wanqing still clenched the two swords on her waist.

At this time, she couldn't help but think about it: If I use the Twin Sword Flow, Shang Fang's Sword and the Imperial Sword, will it increase the success rate of the battle by 40%?

After walking along the slope down the meadow for a long time, I saw two people standing at the end of the meadow, the man was long and jade, and the woman was slim.

They were facing away from Zhao Wanqing at this time, facing a clear shallow stream, not far to their left, there were a large number of guards standing guard, and some distance on the right, there was a row of single-story houses made of wood, and the floor below was elevated, and I didn't know if someone was cooking in it, and the roofs of a row of houses were full of white smoke.

Zhao Wanqing looked around and then withdrew her gaze, thinking that there was nothing strange, so she put down the hand holding the saber and continued to stride over.

She was about to say hello, when suddenly there was a commotion from the guard on the left, and someone hurriedly reported: "Your Highness, what should you do if you capture a spy who is trying to sneak into the racecourse?" ”

Jiang Chengyuan didn't turn his head and said, "Take it to stew soup." ”

Zhao Wanqing heard it not far behind them, and was immediately dumbfounded, and sat down on the grass, trembling and wanting to reach out to grab her saber.