Kiyomizu Temple is half an hour away from Xunwang's Mansion, and Zhan Mijiang rode a horse and quickly approached Xunwang's Mansion.

When he reached the back door of the palace, he dismounted and tied the reins aside.

Walking through the palace, it was quiet, and only the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles could be heard.

But Zhan Mijiang, who had personally arranged the guards of the palace, knew that even on such a rainy day, there were countless secret guards around to protect the entire palace.

He quietly walked to a blind spot under surveillance, stepped on the wall with light skills, flew onto the wall, and flipped into the house.

The house was also quiet, Zhan Mijiang went around left and right, touched the study where he had been sleeping recently, and then quietly opened the window of the study and jumped in.

Under the window of the study is a desk, and the bed is a little further away from the window.

But in a place like the study, only the two of them come in on weekdays, and no one else can enter.

Zhan Mijiang boldly moved his bed to the window, and then packed up the important documents on the table, and put away the valuable things in the room that could not enter the water.

After doing all this, Zhan Mijiang looked around and felt that there were no loopholes, so he climbed out of the window again.

After turning it out, Lord Xun looked at the window seriously, and then stretched out his hand, unloaded the window, and put it on the ground on the side, making a feeling that the window was blown off by the wind.

After doing all this, he nodded with satisfaction, and then he was afraid that only his study was blown by the wind and the window was a little too deliberate.

So the witty Xun Wang Ye patted his head, and very simply opened the bed in several uninhabited rooms.

The wind slowly began to lighten.

Zhan Mijiang, who was squatting aside to watch the effect, found that the rain that was blown into the room by the wind seemed to be a little less.

He thought about it for a while, went to the well to fetch a bucket of water, came to the window of the study, and splashed it all in.

The desk closest to the window was suddenly hit by the seedlings, and the water droplets were dripping down the table.

The bed on the side was also splashed with half of the bed's water, and it must not be able to live in it.

Looking at his masterpiece, the prince of Xun hooked the corners of his lips with satisfaction, put down the bucket and quietly turned out of the palace again, and returned to Qingfeng Temple all the way.

Liu Songqing was still sleeping soundly, Zhan Mijiang calmed down, and then lay down like a person who had nothing to do, as if the person who had just attacked the palace at night was not him.

The next day, Zhan Mijiang woke up early.

Probably because yesterday's rain was too hearty, so the sky was clear today, and you can imagine what kind of sunny day it was today.

Zhan Mijiang didn't dare to delay, and after getting up, he went to the emperor first.

As soon as the emperor woke up and had not yet washed, Zhan Mijiang walked in with a respectful smile: "Your Majesty, this blessed rain has stopped, and the court is still waiting for the emperor to deal with political affairs, so it is better to go back to the palace early." ”

During this period of time, Zhan Mijiang has indeed firmly controlled the power in his hands, but unlike what the emperor thought, he would wantonly seize power and be a traitor, Zhan Mijiang just stepped on his tolerance line, looking like a traitor who wanted to make a statement, and like a virtuous minister who worked hard for the country, so that the emperor didn't know what he was thinking and what he wanted.

At this time, Zhan Mijiang made such an innocuous request, and the emperor didn't want to tear his face with him now, so he didn't care about agreeing.