Zhao Fuling was not surprised that the other party would know her identity.

Not to mention that she has never covered it up, even if she deliberately hides it, Sun Yiyue's big mouth that can't hide things must have confessed everything as early as 1510 last night.

The identity is not important, but I don't know, will the other party suddenly change their mind? new

Thinking of leaving the palace, Zhao Fuling said, "Du Gongzi, can we still make a number of things as we agreed before?"

Li Jingmo nodded calmly: "Count naturally."

Zhao Fuling breathed a sigh of relief and apologized for her recklessness just now: "Fang is my recklessness, and I hope that Du Gongzi will not be blamed."

After a pause, she added, "I really, didn't see anything."

What she saw was not the point, so she felt that it could be about the same as not seeing.

Li Jingmo was silent, his fingertips quietly rubbed for a moment, but he inadvertently changed the topic to other places: "The palace is searching for assassins?"

Zhao Fuling nodded with a straight expression: "Yes." I killed an old eunuch last night, and I thought the guards were coming at me. Unexpectedly, someone happened to assassinate Li Ce."

"Li Ce?" Li Jingmo raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she didn't expect her to call the emperor by his name.

Zhao Fuling came back to her senses and immediately changed her words: "I stabbed Your Majesty."

Li Jingmo didn't have any expression, the corners of his lips pulled down casually, and he said "um".

Although Su Aya covered his eyes, Zhao Fuling still sensed the other party's disdain and scorn.

Hmm, it looks like I've had a holiday with Li Ce.

However, does the royal family have a prince surnamed Du and have a holiday with the emperor?

Zhao Fuling searched for information in her mind, and after meeting Li Ce today, she felt that the memory of her original body was recovering little by little.

The vague figures and identities in the past have gradually begun to correspond.

But the specific Prince Du, she is completely incorrect.

This surname "Du" is mostly made up casually.

Zhao Fuling retracted her thoughts and no longer dwelled on this, she reminded Li Jingmo: "Zhao Chengye and I have a bit of a holiday, he didn't get anything cheap today, I'm afraid he will find time to find trouble again." When the time comes, I will have to trouble Du Gongzi and the two to avoid one or two."

Li Jingmo bowed his head slightly: "It's okay."

As he was talking, Ying Qi took out two big backs.

He stood beside Li Jingmo and asked Zhao Ling, "You take it all away?"

Zhao Fuling felt that her Xuanhua Hall was not as safe as this side, so she simply said, "No, I only brought some things that I needed urgently recently, and the rest will stay on your side."

Ying Qi rejoiced: "What about three meals a day?"

Zhao Fuling said, "I'll come and get it."

"Okay."

As he spoke, he took out a large pack of sanitary napkins from his back and handed it to Zhao Fuling, "That's what you want, right?" You're not seriously injured, so why do you need this?"

Zhao Lingling was silent for a few seconds, and said plausibly, "...... I'm bleeding a lot."

Ying Qi was ignorant: "Where are you ......?"

Li Jingmo suddenly spoke up and stopped his words: "How can you talk so much nonsense?"

Ying Qi has not been reprimanded for a long time, Li Jingmo scolded him like this, and the one-meter-eight man pursed his lips aggrievedly.

The corners of Zhao Fuling's lips pressed, and she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

She took the sanitary napkin away and asked Ying Qi again, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook it for you."

As soon as he heard this, Ying Qi turned his face away and hesitated: "You can just get some for my master, I'll ...... I'm not hungry."

Zhao Fuling saw through him at a glance, squinted and said, "What about the bowl of snail noodles?"

Ying Qi's heart was weak in an instant, but he raised his chin and said with a stalk around his neck, "I'm down!"

"Down?" Zhao Fuling looked at him, as if she was looking at a hard-mouthed bear child.

Ying Qi insisted on his opinion: "Yes, I fell!"

Zhao Fuling didn't argue with him either.

Eighty percent of this guy fell into his stomach.

It's also interesting that a stereotypical ancient man can accept snail powder so quickly.