Not long after Jiang Ning left, Mu Jingzhao had lunch and re-entered the study.

Today, above the court, he has already laid out all the plans drawn up last night, although there are still some deficiencies in the plan to be supplemented, but when he made a proposal, everyone in the court almost did not hesitate to agree and support.

This progress made Mu Jingzhao quite excited.

You must know that since he ascended the throne, the opposition in the court has never stopped.

One is because he thinks that he is not worthy of the position, the second is because Mu Jingzhao, a delicate flower who grew up in a greenhouse, is really less imperial than the previous emperor, and the third is because the three ministers in the court are really high and powerful.

As a result, the ministers of the DPRK and China have always been quite dissatisfied with him.

No matter what he proposed, he was timid, and he was quite obstructed.

This phenomenon hit Mu Jingzhao hard.

It is the first time in life that it has been unanimously approved like today.

This sudden happiness made Mu Jingzhao a little fluttery.

So much so that even though he stayed up all night, he still felt full of energy, and finally got a vacancy, so he wanted to enter the temple to show his skills and solve all the problems of the current embankment construction.

However, when he entered the hall, he did not immediately go to the table and sit down, but walked straight to the gap between the bookshelves.

Mu Jingzhao walked straight to the bookshelf where Jiang Ning had stayed not long ago, and accurately pulled out the book that Jiang Ning had read not long ago from between the full bookshelves.

He flipped through the book in his hand with his fingertips, and finally stopped at the wrinkled page.

Mu Jingzhao lowered his eyes, staring intently at the wrinkled pages, and as his gaze swept over, his brows became tighter and tighter.

Finally finished reading the content of this page, Mu Jingzhao exhaled slowly, and some fragments of his memory seemed to be strangely connected in his mind.

Mu Jingzhao casually stuffed the books in his hand back into the bookshelf, then raised his head and called out in a loud voice outside the door: "Ah Zheng." ”

With just half a cup of tea, Lin Zheng pushed the door in, walked in front of Mu Jingzhao, and bowed to him.

"Your Majesty."

Mu Jingzhao looked at Lin Zheng, and said slowly with some hesitation: "Do you remember that three years ago, I proposed to implement the salt and iron official camp policy. ”

"Yes."

"Then do you remember that Qingshui County, where the salt industry was prosperous at that time."

Lin Zheng paused, "Remember." ”

There was a flash of panic in Lin Zheng's eyes, and it was only for a moment, and he was fully seen by Mu Jingzhao.

"Back then, I specially sent you back to investigate, can you be sure that the Jiang family really didn't leave a single living mouth?"

"No, I didn't."

Lin Zheng replied categorically, and Mu Jingzhao's gaze instantly turned cold when these two words landed.

"It's okay, you go down first."

Lin Zheng has an indifferent temperament and never likes to talk too much nonsense, but his body flashed, and he walked out of the study in an instant.

On the other side, in the Changle Palace, Shen Qingrong was slowly holding a piece of diced meat and putting it in her mouth, chewing it carefully, and swallowing it. A palace maid ran into the hall quickly, and Ling Yue, who was serving on the side, whispered a few words and quickly retreated. With the whisper of the little palace maid, Ling Yue's brows became tighter and tighter.

"Niangniang, Concubine Ning stayed in the emperor's study last night." Ling Yue said as she cautiously observed Shen Qingrong's expression.

Shen Qingrong's face did not change, slowly put aside the chopsticks in her hand, and said slowly, "So what?" ”

Ling Yue looked worried, she lifted her chopsticks again and prepared dishes for Shen Qingrong.

"The last time Concubine Ning climbed the roof of the imperial study, she didn't move, and the slave maid was worried that if Concubine Ning joined forces with the emperor, I was afraid that it would be unfavorable to us."

Shen Qingrong was still eating her lunch unhurriedly, and her mood seemed to be unaffected by Jiang Ning and Mu Jingzhao.

"Always give Concubine Ning a little time to show her skills." She twisted a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup to her mouth, and drank it slowly, "As for whether she will unite with the emperor, don't worry." ”

Ling Yue's expression was solemn, and as she spoke, her lips opened and closed, revealing her missing front teeth from time to time, which looked quite funny.

"Why?"

The heat of the chicken soup rushed up, casting a bit of unclear meaning on Shen Qingrong's smile.

"Because they're enemies." Her smile was even worse, "We don't share the hatred of the sky." ”

It was night, in the main hall of the Cold Palace, Jiang Ning was lying on the table, staring at the paper full of names on the table. She hesitated, wrote a name at the end of the list, reached out and grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and with some hesitation crossed out the name that had been written not long ago.

The cycle went on and on, and Jiang Ning's originally neatly combed hair was caught into a mess by her.

His hair was full of rebellious strands, twisted from side to side, and he didn't look much better than the beggars on the street.

Soon after returning to the temple, endless remorse began.

Last night, she had obviously been alone with Mu Jingzhao for so long, and it stands to reason that she had countless opportunities to confirm Liu Jinfu's birthday banquet list with the other party.

But on the contrary, she had forgotten all about it, and by the time she rang it again, she had already missed the opportunity.

Jiang Ning struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't take that step to ask Mu Jingzhao, so he dragged it out until the evening.

She sighed, she was really a little helpless to herself, how did she become so twisted when she got to Mu Jingzhao?

The candle flame in the room flickered suddenly, Jiang Ning didn't care, still unconsciously grabbing his messy hair, thinking hard about it.

The hall was as quiet as ever, vaguely, she felt that her back seemed to be a little shiny, she unconsciously reached out and touched her neck, and moved her muscles and bones left and right.

Just as she tilted her head slightly, she was suddenly startled, and suddenly saw a black figure standing in the center of the hall.

Jiang Ning was taken aback, and the whole person leaned back, almost falling to the ground with a stool.

Finally relieved, she looked at it, and saw Lin Zheng standing upright on one side, with no sadness or joy on his expression.

She exhaled heavily, and reprimanded helplessly, "Who taught you to enter the house so quietly, and you didn't even say hello, which scared me to death." ”

Lin Zheng was still silent, against the light, Jiang Ning couldn't see the expression on his face.

"The emperor seems to know the identity of the mother." He slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Ning's expression.

"What?!"

Seeing Jiang Ning's surprised face, a relaxed and worried expression appeared on Lin Zheng's face.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Ning hurriedly asked, "What happened back then?" ”

Lin Zheng lowered his eyes, "I don't know." ”

Jiang Ning naturally didn't believe Lin Zheng's words, she stepped forward in two steps, stood still in front of Lin Zheng, raised her head, and looked directly into his eyes without any scruples, "Do you really not know, or don't you dare to say it?" ”

Lin Zheng turned his face away lightly, and did not answer positively, Jiang Ning was about to continue to ask, only to see a tall figure of a man reflected outside the window, almost effortlessly, Jiang Ning recognized that the person was Mu Jingzhao.

Mu Jingzhao stood at the gate of Jiangning, "Concubine Ning, I have something important to discuss with you." ”

(End of chapter)