Qiu Yan stood expressionlessly, and when she heard Zixi's words, she nodded in her heart.

It's true that it's hard to defend.

But Miss Jun's technique is too low.

I used a portrait of Prince Su to test Your Majesty. Do you really think Your Majesty is a little brainless girl?

But this should be what Feng Weiyu means.

With Junying's identity, without the instruction of others, she would never have obtained this portrait, nor would she really think of offering a handsome man to His Majesty.

After all, how can anyone get this portrait of Princess Xiling?

"This portrait is left here with me, and there is no need to take it back." Zixi spoke lightly, without any emotion, but it was an order.

The emperor's words are the will, and naturally they cannot be disobeyed.

Junying nodded and stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first."

Zixi nodded.

Junying turned around and left the pavilion and walked away slowly with her maid.

Zixi stared at her back casually until the other party walked away, and then spoke lightly: "Feng Mei."

A figure flashed, and the man in black knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty."

"I quickly sent this portrait to Xiling and handed it over to the eldest princess Chu Ning, and said that I would invite her and her husband to visit Xiling."

"yes!"

The black shadow flashed and disappeared in front of him in a flash, taking away the scroll on the table.

Zixi held the teacup and stood up to the railing, staring at the plum blossoms outside the pavilion leisurely, "What did Feng Weiyu do when she returned home last night?"

"Call together the confidant advisers and all the secret spies in the mansion to question him." Qiu Yan said, "I asked about Xiling, but no one got the news."

Because the news was intercepted by Feng Yan in advance.

The news that the royal guard wanted to intercept, he, a secret spy from the Prime Minister's Mansion, could only admit defeat.

"Feng Xiang didn't sleep almost all night last night and got a big temper." Qiu Yan said, "Later, he ordered someone to check the identity of Mr. Qin."

Everything is expected.

Zixi didn't say anything, slowly sipped the tea, continued to look at the plum blossoms in a daze, and involuntarily remembered the tip of the bag again...

The dark eyebrows frowned slightly, and the gloomy color in his eyes flashed away.

For several days, Zixi appeared on time in the morning court in the morning, but when she was discussing politics, she never spoke, just listened quietly, and had no expression on her face.

Until one day, the Imperial Heavenly Prison and the Minister of Rites reported something together.

"Your Majesty." The Minister of Rites bowed and reported, "A few days ago, the Regent ordered a young man to take a traitor who was confusing the crowd. He said a word of hexagram. Do you still remember it?"

Anyone who knows about the Empress's departure from the palace is tacit, and those who don't know dare not ask questions casually, but a question emerges in his heart.

A young man who is infatuating the crowd?

Hexagram?

What the hell?

Zixi still had no expression, and only glanced at the Minister of Rites.

"I ask Your Majesty to find out the person in the hexagram and be named Zhengjun after Your Majesty takes power."

As soon as these words came out, the whole palace was shocked.

"What?"

"What hexagram? What is the king?"

Feng Weiyu's face suddenly changed. He suddenly looked up at the girl sitting on the dragon chaise. He found that Zixi was also frowning, looking puzzled, and then hurriedly lowered his eyes, and his heart was extremely chaotic.
Chapter completed!