"The minister will do his best." Sheng Zhengye said, his eyes resolute.

"Hmm." The emperor nodded, and said to Old Marquis Sheng, "Okay, Han Mo is about to have a spring festival, and he can't be an official yet, and he can also help Zhengye, so you should also relax."

"That's just as well." Old Marquis Sheng smiled.

"Okay, Zhiyao, your imperial grandmother has to ask me to come out to see you, she is worried about you in the palace." After the emperor finished speaking, he instructed Gonggong Cui, who was following beside him, "Go and bring in the things sent by Lan Wen."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Father-in-law Cui responded and quickly retreated.

"You also said that you didn't have to ask her to go, could she get hurt?" The old marquis glared at the emperor.

"Oh, you small-bellied chicken intestines, don't I feel sorry for Zhiyao's injury? Didn't you kill that stinky boy to avenge Zhiyao?" The emperor has an expression that you don't know what to do.

Old Marquis Sheng laughed angrily: "You stinky old man, it's really enough."

At this time, Gonggong Cui walked in with a bunch of boxes, and the emperor commanded, "Open it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Well, you guys, bring everything here." The emperor commanded the eunuch beside him.

"Yes." The crowd stepped forward and moved the boxes in.

"It's all open." The emperor said it again.

Grandpa Cui answered and quickly opened a box.

The box contained a dragon-patterned incense burner carved in white jade, and there was an elegant smell in the incense burner, which seemed to calm the mind.

At this time, Grandpa Cui took out a delicate brocade box, which contained a ginseng, which was a priceless precious medicinal material at a glance.

"This is ......," Sheng Zhengye asked in surprise.

"Your imperial grandmother specially asked me to bring it to you." The emperor smiled and said, "This ginseng is a good thing, it has the effect of invigorating blood and removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain, your injury is not light, you have to recuperate slowly."

Hearing the emperor's words, Old Marquis Sheng's face changed slightly, and then said, "Things are good things, but it's a pity, Zhiyao can't eat them."

"Why can't you eat it?" The Emperor asked with some confusion, "This was specially chosen by Lan Wen."

The old marquis hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Void is not remedied!"

Hearing this, the emperor was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner." The emperor glanced at Old Marquis Sheng with some reproach, and then said, "You keep the ginseng, maybe you can make some other medicine out and make the best use of it."

Listening to the emperor's words, Old Marquis Sheng was unhappy: "I know that you are not so kind, it is that you have found that the pill made by Zhiyao is very magical in the past few days, and you want to get its formula here, right?"

"Hahaha, you old man is so smart." The Emperor laughed heartily.

"I'll just say, you must have come to see Zhiyao because of this prescription, say, what do you want to do?" The old marquis stared at the emperor and said.

The emperor said innocently: "I don't want the formula, and I won't make it if I give it, so it's better for Zhiyao to give me a few directly."

"Bah, don't think I don't know what the hell you're up to." Old Marquis Sheng glared.

"You stinky old man, you really don't know the hearts of good people, this prescription is the treasure of your Sheng family, I just want a few, and besides, I'm not looking for you." The emperor said defiantly.

Old Marquis Sheng was so angry that he was about to speak, when Sheng Zhiyao interjected: "Okay, grandpa, grandpa, my head hurts when you two quarrel."

"Okay, okay, let's stop arguing, Zhiyao, you have a good rest." The emperor hurriedly said, and then made a color to the old marquis Sheng, and the two walked out of the room.

Feng Yuanchen helped Sheng Zhiyao to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and touched her head: "Rest early, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

"Hmm." Sheng Zhiyao nodded.

Feng Yuanchen turned around and walked out the door.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at the back of Feng Yuanchen leaving, and suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

"Zhi Yao,

You have a good rest, and your mother has returned." Qi Xinyue saw that Sheng Zhiyao had nothing to do, so she gave an order and withdrew.

Sheng Zhiyao was left empty in the room.

The emperor and the old marquis came to the study, and the old marquis sat down and began to flip through the heavy books on the shelves, which seemed to be concentrating on studying, but in fact his attention was not on those books at all, but on other things.

"Li Xin, look at this." The emperor handed the old marquis a secret letter, "Do you have any good plans for the plan you told me last time?"

"Hmm." The old marquis glanced at the text on the letter casually, and then said, "It's just that this matter, I'm afraid it will take you some effort."

After hearing this, the emperor frowned and pondered for a moment before raising his head and saying, "You are right, this does require some thought."

The old marquis sighed and shook his head: "This strategy is a little difficult to implement."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this time?" When the emperor heard this, his face suddenly sank.

"Don't get excited." The old marquis waved his hand, "If you take a closer look at this letter, it is full of content about the secret art of the witch clan. And there are a lot of things that are forbidden by the witch clan."

Before the old marquis's words were finished, the emperor's face suddenly sank: "Then what do you say?"

"Let them go." The old marquis frowned.

"Okay." The emperor pondered for a moment, "In the name of sending Zichu back to Western Chu, I will go to the Wu Clan to have a look." c

"Exactly, they are better than us, and they will not startle the snakes."

The emperor nodded: "Well, then let's do it, you go and tell them, and set off as soon as Lan Wen's birthday passes."

"Okay." The old marquis nodded in agreement.

After the emperor left the study, the old marquis sat on the chair and fell silent.

At this time, Feng Yuanchen knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

The old marquis gathered the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and then looked at him, "Has there been any abnormality in Sang Min recently?"

"No, he knew that Qi Xiangfeng Yuanqing was beheaded, so he was very calm, it is estimated that he had guessed it a long time ago, and there was no big reaction." Feng Yuanchen replied respectfully.

After listening to Feng Yuanchen's words, the old marquis nodded: "You send a few people to monitor his actions at all times, and you can't let him leave the capital."

"Yes, I understand." Feng Yuanchen arched his hand, "Master, does Grandpa Huang want me to take Zhiyao to the Wu Clan?"

The old marquis nodded: "Well, did you hear that?"

"But Zhiyao is still very weak now, will it be too fast to set off in fifteen?" Feng Yuanchen said worriedly.

The old marquis glanced at Feng Yuanchen: "What do you think?"

"I think ......" Feng Yuanchen hesitated for a moment, "not in a hurry."

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