One night, Wen Wenlan did not dare to mention anything related to Dongyue to Zhou Mohuai. After experiencing these things, she became more timid, but at this time she had no other countermeasures except to be timid and cautious.

The next morning, Wen Wenlan went to the morning court early. After taking the medicine, Zhou Mohuai was idle and had no intention of reading and writing. So he wandered around Yihua Palace. As he swayed, he was swaying near the table by a trance.

The portrait and the memorials from last night were still there. He looked around and saw no one here. He sat in front of the table with his long legs.

He quickly took the scroll and opened it in a hurry. The portrait inside was still the same as yesterday. He trembled with his hands and looked at the face of the portrait carefully, and his whole body almost pounced on the scroll.

After looking at it for a while, Zhou Mohuai pushed the scroll open in panic, looked up again, took the fold and opened it and started reading it.

Sure enough, the Southern Dynasty and the Eastern Yue were about to fight, but now there are no generals available in the Southern Dynasty. Dongyue, who thought that under this situation, had a general who could lead troops emerged.

And that person.

If we follow that person's law, no matter how powerful the Southern Dynasties' army is, we will suffer a loss.

Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes. He could not sit idly by, nor would he let that person escape easily.

He wants to kill that person with his own hands.

A layer of strong and fatal murderous aura instantly gathered on his gentle and handsome face. Zhou Mohuai tightened the memorial and left marks on his hard government remarks. His bright eyes were filled with a competitive desire to fight, and life and death were taken away, as if there must be a result.

Just as he was thinking about how to mention this to Wen Wenlan, the footsteps sounded, and Zhou Mohuai quickly put the letter and scroll back, and walked away with his sleeves.

He wanted to mention this matter to Wen Wenlan in person, instead of being exposed to his thoughts like catching a thief.

"Lin Miao, why are you so anxious?" After a few steps away, Zhou Mohuai greeted Lin Miao who was jogging over as if nothing had happened.

He looked around again, and then Buyan hurriedly followed Lin Miao not far away, with a serious expression. Zhou Mohuai immediately turned his head guiltily, and would not have been spotted so soon.

Today is Wen Wenlan's morning court day. She will never appear near Yihua Palace now, and it is even more impossible to know what he has just done.

Lin Miao hurriedly ran to the table, picked up the folds and scrolls on the table, and then hurriedly turned back, stuffing everything in his hand into Buyan's arms.

After taking the thing, Buyan immediately disappeared from Yihua Palace.

"I just came back, saying that His Majesty forgot the things here, so I helped bring them to Buyan." Lin Miao took a breath and said.

Zhou Mohuai said "Oh" and stopped saying a word.

He just said, Wen Wenlan couldn't know so quickly that he had peeked at the memorial.

He never interfered in Wen Wenlan's government affairs before, but this time the situation was special.

Wen Wenlan did not come back until noon. It seemed that the situation was really critical this time, and a group of ministers could not come up with their ideas.

Zhou Mohuai was so anxious that he wanted to rush to Wen Wenlan and volunteer to fight.

However, Wen Wenlan was staying in the imperial study and exclaiming Zhou Mohuai's anger.

"Has she really read it?" Wen Wenlan pinched the folds, and the wrinkles on it were obvious. "Has she only read this book?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Without saying a word, he also appeared accidentally. This one in the stack of notes could not be closed properly.

Yesterday, Double Eleven, after shopping, are you all okay~ (crazy hints to comment~)
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