Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Under the leadership of Xue Qinghe, Chen Zhe stepped here for the first time.

Through the layers of guards, Chen Zhe found that the guards here were much stricter than he imagined.

Along the way, they have experienced at least five lockdowns.

Of course, under the leadership of Xue Qinghe, Chen Zhe and the others were not hindered, and they came to a splendid palace all the way unimpeded.

This is the sleeping palace of the Snowy Night Emperor, and he is not in the front hall now, but in the dormitory.

"Father has been in poor health recently, so be careful when you talk later." Watching the guards go in to report, Xue Qinghe said to Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe looked at her suspiciously, and Xue Qinghe sighed lightly: "My father is already seventy years old this year, although he looks young and his body is still healthy because he is also a soul master, but this illness still comes. Just two days ago, my father fell ill once due to overwork······

Chen Zhe: "······ I got it, I'll try my best."

What else could he say about such a thing?

Soon, the guards who went to report returned, saying that they had been summoned by the snowy night.

Chen Zhe and the two entered, and Chen Zhe was half a position behind Xue Qinghe.

"It's Qinghe, just come in directly, what else do you need?"

As soon as the two of them entered, before they could see the situation in the hall clearly, the smiling voice of the Snow Night Emperor came.

There was a slight tiredness in his voice, and he was not full of energy.

Chen Zhe looked intently and saw Xue Ye sitting on a chair, looking at the two with a smile.

Although the sitting posture has been straightened and the demeanor has not been lost, there is a paleness on the face, and at a glance you can tell that it is holding on.

Chen Zhe took a closer look, his face still showed a dull color, his eyes were heavy, and his spirit was not good.

Really sick?

Chen Zhe said secretly in his heart.

"The number of rites still can't be abolished." Xue Qinghe smiled: "Moreover, this time the retainer is not alone to see his father, father, who do you think this is?"

As he spoke, his body slightly let go of Chen Zhe's figure.

Xue Ye raised his eyes, looked at them fixedly, and immediately his eyes lit up, and it seemed that the whole person's spirit was much more excited: "It turned out to be Count Chen Zhe, Count Chen Zhe has really not seen him for a long time."

Chen Zhe smiled and arched his hand: "Chen Zhe has seen His Majesty the Emperor. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and the last time we saw each other was more than three years ago······."

His face remained unchanged, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Xue Ye's face, secretly observing carefully.

Because of some bad premonitions earlier and some plots in the original book, Chen Zhe observed it very carefully.

All kinds of medical knowledge in my heart are constantly surging and verifying each other.

The more he observed, the more Chen Zhe's heart sank!

"Haha." Xue Qinghe laughed at this time, and said with a little reproach: "This lonely has to talk about Chen Zhe, you have been an imperial earl for so long, and you have never come to visit Your Majesty······

Her joking words made Chen Zhe and the Snow Night Emperor laugh.

Xue Ye's eyes kept wandering over the two of them, and he was a little relieved.

In this way, the relationship between Qinghe and this Chen Zhe is indeed very good, and this kind of blame joke can be made, so he can rest assured······

….

All afternoon, Chen Zhe stayed in this palace, and together with Xue Qinghe, he talked to the Emperor of the Snow Night.

Xue Ye didn't take any of the emperor's stands, his demeanor and tone were very peaceful, chatting with Chen Zhe and the two about family life, chatting about various mainland anecdotes.

Until the evening, Chen Zhe and Xue Qinghe had dinner on a snowy night.

After leaving the palace, Chen Zhe did not leave directly, but returned to her prince's mansion with Xue Qinghe.

By this time, it was already dark.

"Brother Chen, if you don't go back, what are you doing when you come back with me?"

Stepping into the Prince's Mansion, Xue Qinghe looked at Chen Zhe, who had been following him, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, something on your mind? Wasn't it okay before?"

Chen Zhe glanced at her, his face remained unchanged, and he did not answer.

The two soon came to the living room where Chen Zhe had been entertained before, and Xue Qinghe sat down for a long time, and said, "Can you say it? What the hell is it, you don't look good?"

"Something to do with my father?"

She still has a shallow smile on her face, calm and elegant.

Chen Zhe said, "Your Highness, I don't know if you still remember, my family sells medicine. And I myself have a little bit of medical skills."

Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face retracted, and he asked suspiciously, "Of course remember, is there anything wrong with this?"

"I suspect that Your Majesty's illness is not a disease, but poisoning!"

Chen Zhe's tone was low, and he finally chose to be tactful and test Xue Qinghe.

Let's see if she's really jumped back.

This is very important, if so, Chen Zhe estimates that many of his plans will have to be replanned.

Xue Qinghe's face changed slightly, and Huo Ran got up: "Really!?"

There was some urgency in his expression, which perfectly showed his trust in Chen Zhe and his worry about Xue Ye: "Then why didn't you say it before?"

Chen Zhe didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Xue Qinghe was stunned again, and didn't understand why he reacted this way for a while.

He immediately reacted, stretched out his slender fingers, pointed to his face, and said, "Are you doubting me?"

Chen Zhe nodded calmly: "It's either you or the Martial Spirit Palace, what I know at this stage is that the two of you have this motive."

Xue Qinghe: "······"

"Not ······" She walked directly to Chen Zhe's side, pointed at herself with one hand, and waved excitedly with the other: "You and I are put together with the Martial Spirit Palace??!

The angry look in his eyes perfectly interprets what is called the self-cultivation of an actor.

It's a pity that there is no Oscar in this world······

Chen Zhexin said that I almost believed it, and his expression remained unchanged: "I mean the motive, you and the Martial Spirit Hall both have this motive to poison Your Majesty, not that you are the Martial Spirit Palace."

The darker it became, Xue Qinghe felt that his heart was pounding, and he was so panicked that he couldn't do it.

But looking at Chen Zhe's clear and calm eyes, he calmed down a little.

He shouldn't mean anything else······

"That won't work either! Why do you think I have a motive to poison my father?" Xue Qinghe maintained an angry expression on his face and said, "What reason do I have for poisoning my father?"

Her voice was not small, but she seemed to be completely unafraid of being heard about such a sensitive matter.

Because in Chen Zhe's perception, the moment their conversation began, the four weeks were blocked.

"It was just a guess before, but now I'm pretty sure." Chen Zhe looked at her: "As for the motive ······, does it count if you want to sit on the throne early?"

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