Zhao Xu looked at Tian Zhen, who was struggling to get up, and his heart sank.

He suddenly found that Tian Zhen, who had been serving left and right all day long, was already old. Kneeling down and getting up, seemingly simple actions are not easy for him.

The hall was silent, and the falling needles could be heard. Only Tian Zhen faltered, and the sound was like hitting a bell.

Zhao Xu looked at Tian Zhen's back fixedly, thinking of himself. He began to be confused for no reason, fearing that when he was old, he would not be as good as Tian Zhen. The anxiety about the erosion of the years covered Zhao Xu's anger.

There was a faction in Yongning Palace, but there was dead silence in Changchun Palace.

Liu Yuan sat upright on the royal bed, her eyes were steady, her complexion was cold, if she hadn't been able to suppress the trembling of her fingertips, Wan Bao Zhen would have thought that Liu Yuan was not afraid of danger.

Before dawn, Wanbao's fellow villagers came to tell him that Yougen's whereabouts were unknown, and it was very likely that he had stolen out of the palace. Wan Bao was taken aback, and felt that there must be something strange in it. He couldn't wait for Liu Yuan to get up and report to her quickly. Before Liu Yuan could make a plan, Tian Zhen used the guise of the theft of Yongning Palace and a thorough investigation of thieves, and searched for it in Changchun Palace with Qianniu Weilai, and even the small kitchen of Changchun Palace was turned upside down.

Yougen is gone, disrupting Liu Yuan's overall plan. Her sharp weapon turned into scrap copper and rotten iron in a blink of an eye.

Liu Yuan is only one step away from the established banner, how can she accept it calmly? In front of Tian Zhen, Liu Yuan put on a condescending and noble bearing, as soon as Tian Zhen left, Liu Yuan was like a lost dog, panicked, and lost all her ideas.

"Niangniang, eat a candy and be happy." Wan Bao took the dragon and phoenix gold box, handed it to Liu Yuan, and said: "Niangniang, Qianniuwei all rushed to Qiushui Palace......

"Xin'er doesn't know about Yougen, what if she goes?" Liu Yuan's fingers trembled, picked up a flower candy and put it to her lips, and muttered to herself: "How much does San Lang know?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Liu Yuan had a plan in her heart.

Wan Bao Xu was in a panic and blurted out, "Niangniang, maybe all our calculations are in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, right?" ”

Wan Bao was scared, terribly afraid. If His Majesty the Emperor takes Yougen's mouth and forces him to ask about all the things that Liu Guifei and Yougen are conspiring with, it will be bad! Not to mention Changchun Palace, even the Hou Mansion can be affected.

A cool breeze suddenly blew through the back of Wanbao's neck, which made his scalp numb and covered with goosebumps.

Liu Yuan rolled the tip of her tongue and brought the flower candy into her mouth, and the sweet taste ironed her fluctuating thoughts properly.

"No, no. He was still in the dark. Liu Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said: "If San Lang really knows, it will definitely not be the situation it is now. With Zhao Xu's temperament, even if he found out about Liu Yuan's plan, he would put her to death.

Liu Yuan had sugar in her mouth, and her words were vague. Wan Bao even guessed and figured out what Liu Yuan meant.

"Niangniang, after His Majesty the Emperor finds Yougen, won't everything be known?!" Wan Bao had a bitter face and spoke with a poignant tone. He was afraid that Liu Yuan would be too optimistic and misestimate the current situation.

How could Liu Yuan not know that she is in danger now, full of dangers, and she can fall to pieces if she is not careful. However, she has no way back but to move forward.

"Wanbao, you really don't know where you are now?" Liu Yuan chewed the candy in her mouth, and her beautiful eyes shot out two cold glances, facing Wanbao's frightened and uncertain face.

"Even if the slave maid has the courage to hide it, she doesn't dare to hide it!" Wanbao was wronged by Liu Yuan, and he couldn't be wronged. The bloodshot eyes turned a few times, and Wan Bao asked Liu Yuan: "Niangniang, why don't you go and ask the villagers again?" ”

Liu Yuan pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Don't go!" Maybe Tian Zhen has already set a trap for your fellow villagers, if you go, won't you fall into the net? ”

Wan Bao gasped. How did he forget Tian Zhen's old guy. That old fellow is more cunning than a fox, and maybe he can really use such a shady trick.

"Everyone is staring at the movement in Changchun Palace, we can't mess around." Liu Yuan picked up a flower candy from the box and handed it to Wanbao, "Oh, take it." Don't worry, I can always turn the danger into a disaster and get through this hurdle. ”

After eating a piece of candy, Liu Yuan was no longer panicked and returned to normal.

Wan Bao took the flower candy like a panacea with both hands, held it in his palm in awe, and said word by word: "Slave and maid thank Niangniang for your favor." He didn't know why Liu Yuan was so sure. But he still believed what Liu Yuan said, because he had to believe it.

After lunch, Yushu entrusted Ah Bao to Zhang's care, and took Poria to the study in the front yard. She wants to polish and retouch "Xiangwang Changing Texts" as soon as possible. Although Deng Xuan's worries were reasonable, Yushu still thought that pushing this change into the people would not only hit King Xiang's arrogance, but even make him collapse. It will also make Liu Yuan suffer a lot of frustration.

The panic of coming to Kyoto for the first time is completely gone. Yushu's fear, jealousy, and a little bit of family affection for Liu Yuan all turned into anger, desperately looking for an outlet for catharsis.

"Xiangwang Changing Text" is exactly the wonderful weapon that Yushu can think of and use. She wants to use this text to report to Liu Yuan that Zhao Jin is back. Yushu was a little eager to see how Liu Yuan would react when she got the news. Liu Yuan's delicate face must have been twisted and hideous with fear. Yushu thought about it and felt hearty.

Now, Dr. Dragonscale knows her origins well, and she can spy on the weather in the palace through Dr. Dragonscale. In this way, she has one more help in the palace. There are also many conveniences for her to act or inquire about information.

Yesterday, a collection of official Jinling poems that were moved back from the Jixian Hall were all stacked on top of the bookcase. Yushu took out a copy and instructed Poria Cocos: "Put the rest on the bookshelf, and when I have free time, I will sort it out in chronological order." ”

The red camphor shelves are filled with books of all kinds. Most of them were recruited by Qiu Tan and others. It's a pity that since she was in Kyoto, Yushu has been busy with various things and can't study quietly.

Poria replied "yes", like a hard-working little ant, tirelessly moving back and forth between the bookshelves and the bookcase, moving back and forth.

Yushu picked up a pine cigarette and slowly studied ink on the inkstone. While grinding the ink, she mentally considered the words and sentences. I want to avoid Deng Xuan's words being too sharp as much as possible, and strive for perfection in the choice of words and sentences, and strive to be humorous.

When she wrote "The Changing Texts of King Xiang", she was completely as the lord of the county of Qianjin, looking down on King Xiang condescendingly, and criticizing him for his actions, rather than objectively narrating and judging by others. Yushu found the crux of the problem, and then put pen to paper, it was really like divine help. often pops up good sentences, even Yushu herself finds it interesting.

Poria put away the poetry collection, quietly lit rue incense for Yushu, and retreated to the corner to wait quietly, so as not to disturb Yushu's thoughts.

In the study, cigarettes were swirling, and Yushu was holding a wolf in her hand. King Xiang, who acted absurdly and was unkind, jumped on the paper. Along with the water-based poplar Liu Yuan, it was written in. The more Yushu wrote, the smoother it became, until her wrist was sore, and then she paused slightly. She curled the corners of her lips with satisfaction and said, "Whether it is successful or not, it is all up to you." ”

Time passed inch by inch, and before I knew it, it was almost evening.