Those who assassinated Liang De Emperor, the previous one died on the way to use, and the latter was suicide.

After hearing it, Xue Qingyin also secretly relieved.

What if she did not die ... she was quite worried about the brain axis of the Qingli Army, and she was going to save people.

"Father Emperor is just good." Xue Qingyin said.

However, I was thinking that Liang De Emperor hurriedly sent someone to call Xue Qingyin over, and even returned Wu Shaojian ...

Just to tell her about the assassination?

Wouldn't it be told her to serve the disease?

Emperor Liang De was almost the same.

"Sit there." Liang De Emperor raised his left finger in the direction of the desk case.

Xue Qingyin was unknown, so he seated.

"Give her the pen." Liang De Emperor said again.

Wu Shaojian suddenly emerged as shocked. He glanced at Liang De Di and glanced at Xue Qingyin.

Xue Qingyin is confused?

how?

Wu Shaojian did not dare to delay, and quickly picked up a pen and handed it to Xue Qingyin.

Xue Qingyin grabbed the pen: "... Let me write a letter on behalf of the emperor? But my dog ​​climbing the father emperor has seen it."

"See you on your left hand side?" Liang De Emperor asked without answering.

"No blind, see."

"Pick it up, open it, read it for me."

Xue Qingyin now knows why Wu Shaojian's face was shocked.

She pursed her lower lip and opened her first chapter according to her words.

Then ... she closed quickly again.

"Isn't the courage very big? Why? Even at the moment I dare not read this?"

"It's not dare, I can't read it." Xue Qingyin said that it wasn't what I thought.

"Don't read it? ... Don't recognize words?"

"Some words are not recognized, and you can't read it."

"..."

Emperor Liang De pressed the forehead with his left hand. But his heart relaxed again.

This is why he chose her to do this.

Xue Qingyin's cultural level is really not high.

She is not a prince, but she is closer to him than the prince. He doesn't have to worry about her thoughts. She can't always feed him.

"Give it to me." Liang De Emperor said.

Naturally, Xue Qingyin was unnecessary. Naturally, there was a housekeeper who held the memorial and sent it to Liang De Emperor.

Xue Qingyin asked: "Then I'm okay? I'm gone?"

Emperor Liang De: "Sit."

After he said, he roughly scanned the chapter, and then asked the waiter to get it back to Xue Qingyin.

"Do you draw a circle with your strokes at hand?" Liang De Emperor asked.

Xue Qingyin: "... Will."

"Painting a circle at the set off."

"oh."

Xue Qingyin drew a full time here.

There are also some play chapters. Liang De Emperor is not very satisfied, so she will let her draw a line in the lower part and sketch the dissatisfaction place.

After that, someone will separate it and send it to the door.

But in this way, the housekeepers were running off their legs.

When Xue Qingyin went to see Emperor Liang De, the emperor ordered the case to put the table beside him.

"Can I not do this work?" Xue Qingyin asked with a broken face.

"You can't come, you are not rare." Liang De Emperor was helpless.

"Too tiring."

"Wait for my illness to heal, and I will reward you."

"Appreciate it first and then work."

"..."

On this day, Xue Qingyin returned to Penglai Temple, and there was a treasure box in her arms.

Because she always goes to the Purple Hall, the nine emperors can not see her very much.

After the nine emperors returned, they told Dong Xianfei to listen to it.

"Did I offend Sister-in-law Wang?" the Ninth Princess asked cautiously.

Concubine Dong Xian touched her head: "You said she is not in the palace every day..."

"Well, I went there several times, but they all said Mrs. Wang was not here."

"You said she still had something in her arms when she came back."

"Yes, concubine."

"That should be your Majesty's reward..." After Concubine Dong Xian said this, she felt very complicated.

After all, the seventh prince was still young and could not serve as a servant. Her daughter was also very afraid of her father, so she could not make the emperor happy.

But only Princess Xuan can take care of her...

This sounds a bit ridiculous, asking my daughter-in-law to serve me...

Concubine Dong Xian took a deep breath: "King Xuan really married a good wife."

If she knew that Xue Qingyin went there every day not to attend to illness, but to help Emperor Liang De approve memorials, then she would know what the real absurdity was!

New Year's Eve is approaching in a blink of an eye.

He Songning finished handling Xuanzhou's affairs and returned to the capital.

Emperor Liang's arm finally healed.

When the new year comes, the emperor goes to the altar to offer sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestors. The altar is built on the outskirts of the city.

The emperor not only had to leave the palace, he also left the city!

There is no way to avoid it.

"There won't be another assassination, right?" Xue Qingyin muttered.

Emperor Liang De looked back at her: "Crow's Mouth, don't you hope that I will get better?"

Xue Qingyin rubbed her arm: "I'm looking forward to it, so as not to ask me to draw circles again someday. My arms hurt when I see circles now."

Emperor Liang lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry, it won't happen anymore. I will catch the person behind the scenes this time."

On the day of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, Emperor Liang De brought his ministers, the seventh prince and King Xuan...

Even Xue Qingyin was dug out of her bed.

"Am I going too?" Xue Qingyin opened her mouth in surprise.

No one can answer Xue Qingyin's question.

The palace servants just kept busy with her dressing up and escorting her to the sedan chair.

Xue Qingyin rolled up the curtain and looked past countless people.

She couldn't find Prince Xuan, but she did see He Songning. Why did she bring him with her?

He Songning returned from Xuanzhou and became even thinner.

The figure walked among the silver, looking lonely and gloomy.

Xue Qingyin immediately hung the car curtain back up.

She didn't know that after she hung up the car curtain, King Xuan rode out slowly from the other direction.

He passed by He Songning.

At that moment, both of them looked coldly.
To be continued...