He subconsciously glanced at the two people around His Majesty - His Majesty's two young princes. Although they had different appearances and identities, they were somewhat similar in temperament, both of which were quiet and elegant.

At this time, when he heard Jiurao's words, Wen Zheng and Mo Hua did not seem to have many strange expressions, neither responded casually, nor showed much surprise.

But it's just a very ordinary look.

Commander Chen's eyebrows were slightly locked, and suddenly he felt that he was indeed old. These children, apart from their identities, Jiurao and Wen Zheng were indeed considered children in front of him.

They have too strong concentration and good temperament, and are calm when encountering things. They are not old, but they seem to have seen the prosperity and ups and downs of the world, with a broad vision and a firm mind.

However, many young masters from the imperial capital cannot match.

Jiurao watched it for a while, and the training effect of a month was quite satisfying. Luan Fei, the deputy commander, did not disappoint her.

"Let's go." She said, turning around and walking slowly down the stone stairs.

Wen Zheng and Mo Hua turned around silently and followed.

"Master Chen stay here." Jiu Rao's tone was faint, "No need to follow me."

Commander Chen nodded: "Yes, I respectfully send you to Your Majesty."

Leaving the attic and heading towards the harem, Jiurao did not sit in the sedan chair, but walked slowly with Mo Hua and Wen Zheng. You could hear the faint shouts from the school ground, with the sharp and iron-blooded meaning that only soldiers could have.

Mo Hua quietly walked alongside her and smiled faintly: "General Luan is a rare general."

Jiu Rao turned his head and looked at him, nodded and said, "You are also a rare Shangcai."

Mo Hua was stunned, then shook his head, lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Your Majesty is too much. At best, I can only be considered a businessman with a little brain, and I can't be considered a businessman."

Jiurao smiled faintly and said nothing.

March is another season of spring and flowers blooming. The fragrance of peach blossoms lingers in the air. Jiu Rao walked leisurely through the long and quiet passage. When the palace ladies who were walking towards him saw Her Majesty, they all respectfully retreated to both sides and knelt down. They waited for His Majesty to walk away before they got up and left.

When he entered the Tianji Palace, Jiurao asked someone to send all the notes for today.

Mo Hua made a cup of tea for Jiurao himself. Jiurao sat obliquely on the brocade couch with the teacup, quietly watching Wen Zheng sitting in front of the long desk to select and sort the folds.

After a moment, Wen Zheng took out a sealed letter from one of the notes, turned around and handed it to Jiurao: "Your Majesty."

Jiurao put down the teacup, took the secret letter, and glanced at the memorial just now, "Who presented it?"

Wen Zheng picked up the memorial and looked at it: "Blank, no name."

Jiurao knew it in her mind and ignored the blankness walking. Her slender fingers slowly opened the secret letter and looked at it carefully, and then her eyes were slight.

"The news from Ji Huangyu." Little raised the corners of his lips, Jiu Rao raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "The battle for the throne in southern Xinjiang is quite interesting."

Wen Zheng frowned: "Striving for the throne?"

If Ji Huangyu fought for the throne in southern Xinjiang, wouldn’t he have become the king of southern Xinjiang?

"I have to help him." Jiu Rao's tone was scattered, but it was a domineering aura that could not be ignored. "Southern Xinjiang is about to become my treasure."

After saying that, he raised his hand lightly: "Come here, go and invite the Prime Minister to come."

"yes."
Chapter completed!