In the dormitory, Lan Yue half-supported her head, her temples were red from being pressed, while Wu Qi stood beside him anxiously but unable to do anything.

"Why is your majesty's headache not getting better? Is Sizhu's medicine effective? How about I call Sizhu over and take a look for you?"

Lan Yue half-closed her eyes and looked a little tired: "No need, I just didn't get a good rest today. Have Chen Ling's affairs been arranged?"

Wu Qi replied: "We have made arrangements and sent our palace servants to take care of the vacant room on the east side."

He hummed lightly.

"Why does Your Majesty keep her by your side?" Wu Qi felt that Fengling seemed fine and it was a bit unnecessary.

Lan Yue opened her eyelids, and there was a coolness in her eyes. Why, of course, he didn't believe her anymore.

From the last Qiu Lie's assassination to the time he saw this person later, he had a bad intuition about this "Chen Ling". Even if it wasn't her, she would not be able to escape the assassination.

He reminded Wu Qi: "This person is not that simple. You must send someone to watch her every move."

"yes."

Wu Qi agreed, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart. Since His Majesty was suspicious of Chen Ling, why didn't he find a chance to get rid of it, but kept the hidden danger around him to observe for himself? Is this person really that important?

After a period of relief, the headache attack gradually subsided. Lanyue stood up, went to the shelf and took out an envelope from the drawer, which contained investigation information about Fengling's background.

"Chen Ling, eighteen years old, formerly known as Gou Wa Zi, whose parents are unknown, appeared as a baby in Lancheng, was picked up by his adoptive father and kept him until he was six years old. Later, the village was looted by horse bandits, and he wandered around begging for food.

Until four months ago, I got rid of my identity as a beggar and joined the escort agency, came to the imperial city with a caravan, and then joined the army."

"Four months ago, get rid of the beggar..." He closed the letter thoughtfully.

Wu Qi asked: "Is there something wrong?"

Lanyue: "If the information found is true, then I'm afraid the person in front of us is no longer the original Gou Wazi."

Wu Qi was shocked when he heard this, "How could it be? Then who is this Chen Ling? Who sent her to replace the original Chen Ling? Why did they do this?"

Lan Yue lit the letter on the candle and threw it into the basin: "At present, she and Qi Xinai are not on the same side. As long as she is not Qi Xinai's person, Gu can keep her for a while and give her a chance."

"But besides Qi Xinai, who else wants to see you, Your Majesty..."

Lan Yue smiled sarcastically and said slowly: "That's too much."

Wu Qi noticed that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and he felt a chill on his scalp.

Fengling, who was a hundred meters away, was still chatting with Jinhua. She didn't know that half of her vest had fallen off. However, she didn't panic even if she knew it, because she had not been dropped, but was actually Lan.

He is a beggar in the city, and all the evidence cannot be established.

Although she was forced to stay in the palace, she was not a prisoner and was not grounded. Her normal requirements could be met. Fengling drew a picture and asked Jinhua to ask Wu Qi for instructions, and Wu Qi gave him a handful the next day.

When the wheelchair came over, the workmanship was more exquisite than the one in Shikha Prefecture.

However, when she was about to return to her old place in the palace in a wheelchair, the emperor called her. She could not sit in front of him, so she had to abandon the crutches on the pillars of the new wheelchair.

The emperor's palace is not necessarily the biggest, but it must be the one that takes the most thought. I haven't come here many times in the past, and it's thanks to my father's blessing. However, within a few years, the owner of this room has changed.

People don't adapt.

"The grass people knock

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See Your Majesty." Fengling bowed her head to Lan Yue who was handling official duties.

He hummed lightly without raising his eyes to look at her: "Get up."

Fengling picked up the crutches and stood up with difficulty. She clearly saw that her leg was injured, but she still chose to ignore it like a normal person. Kneeling back and forth was too torturous.

As soon as she scolded him, she relented: "Give me a seat."

The servants immediately brought a chair, and Fengling thanked her and sat down calmly.

Lanyue was still looking at the folded papers, as if she had no spare time to deal with her, but what was she asked to do, to see how conscientious he was in handling national government affairs? He was really idle.

He didn't say anything and she sat quietly and acted like an invisible person, and it was a stalemate to see who could hold it back first.

In addition to the two of them, there was Wu Qi in the room. Even though he was very talkative outside, he was very well-behaved around the Emperor. When he had nothing to do, he would just stand in a daze. Fengling saw in his eyes that he was eating lunch.

What.

Fengling rubbed her legs slightly, trying to make herself feel more comfortable.

Time passed bit by bit, slower than usual. After about a quarter of an hour, Lan Yue, who was immersed in her work, put down her pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Qi diligently delivered a cup of warm tea. He took a sip and then turned his attention to Fengling, who was sitting "properly". He stood up, took out a piece of paper, placed it on the table, and said to her: "Come here.

.”

"Yes." Fengling stood up and took a few steps closer.

He looked at her and frowned: "Sit down."

Where to sit?

Fengling raised her eyes and looked back at him, and happened to catch his gaze. She couldn't help but look at him for a few more seconds. She didn't understand what he meant, and she didn't ask the silly question of where to sit, so she tentatively knelt down opposite him.

Sit on the floor.

But her guess was correct. She handed over a pen and heard him say: "Since you don't want to make explosive bullets, then write down the manufacturing method. This represents your sincerity."

Fei Ling was still reluctant at first, but he was already regressing by saying this. If she still refused, it would be a disgrace to him, and she might lose her life in a fit of anger.

How to deal with this? Her thoughts disappeared in a flash. She took the brush and put the tip of the brush on the paper without putting it down.

"What, you don't want to write?" There was a faint pressure above my head.

Fengling put down the pen, turned around and bowed her head to explain: "It's not that the common people don't want to write, they are just afraid of the risk of writing this method on paper. If it falls into the hands of others and turns against Your Majesty, it will be the common people's fault.

.”

He said: "You mean, I can't even save a piece of paper?"

Fengling lowered her head and replied, "That's not what the common people meant."

"You are neither willing to make it yourself nor teach the method to others, so wouldn't it be unnecessary to keep you alone? To prevent you from falling into the hands of others and being tortured, it would be better to send you away from this world as early as possible?" he said in a voice.

It is refreshing and pleasant to the ear, but the words it speaks are not that comfortable.

Fengling's breath tightened. She had no doubt that he would not keep his word, but these words reminded herself that if she wrote down the recipe, wouldn't she be worthless, and it would be as easy to kill him as killing a chicken?

.

"It's not like I haven't considered the doubts you mentioned before." He turned around and strolled back and forth, his long and solemn clothes crossing the brown-red floor.

"The emergence of the flower pop has had a certain impact on all countries. Now you are the target of secret competition among the powers-that-be. Even if you don't want to see the world suffer from war, you can't help it. This kind of competition will continue.

until you are assassinated. If you want to escape danger, the best way is to turn this unique danger into a

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If you move, if Gu controls the method of making explosive bombs, you will lose your allure in their eyes, and Fengyang will pose a greater threat to them."

At the same time, the target will also be transferred to Lanyue, and Fengling will be safe for the time being.

Feng Ling suddenly raised her head and looked directly at him, and asked seriously: "Will your Majesty use it to start a war?"

He stared into her eyes and said slowly: "What if I say yes?"

Fengling turned away her eyes and bowed her head respectfully, and said resolutely: "Since the common people have accepted Master Qi's solicitation, they are His Majesty's people from now on. No matter what His Majesty decides, the common people are willing to follow Your Majesty."

Surprise flashed in Lan Yue's eyes, and she was a little confused, but she quickly hid it and chuckled: "Really, but Gu still doesn't trust your loyalty. Gu said that the method of making explosive bullets is your sincerity. If you

If you want to stay with me and do things, then you know what to do."

He lifted his robe and sat down opposite her, waiting for her actual action.

Fengling thought for a moment, then finally turned back and picked up the pen. She added one neat word after another on the white paper. She wrote a whole page before roughly describing the production method.

Exhaling, she put down the pen and presented the paper with both hands: "These are the manufacturing process and weight ratio of the explosive bombs, but ordinary people have to explain to Your Majesty in advance. The manufacturing process of the explosive bombs is very dangerous. If it is not a trained professional

Craftsmen can easily explode and die midway."

This is not a lie. Military production is inherently dangerous. Although this explosive bomb is only an early example of military weapons, the production was not so smooth under limited conditions. Even she, who knew the theoretical methods, only made it through experiments.

Get decent results.

However, Lanyue silenced her voice after taking the paper and did not reply to her words.

The room was so eerily quiet that she couldn't see his expression. She raised her eyes slightly and moved her gaze upwards, and saw that the hand holding the piece of paper seemed to be turning white with some exertion.

She couldn't help but frown, having a bad intuition.

"I heard that you are from Lancheng, and your parents died when you were young?" There was no emotion in his faint voice, but there was an inexplicable smell of a storm coming.

Fengling answered truthfully: "Yes."

He said: "Speak clearly."

Her eyes moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, she decided to unify what she had told others about her life experience these days before expressing it, "The common people have had no relatives since they can remember. They grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. Later, they met an expert from another life and followed her.

After learning some skills, the master traveled around and came to the imperial city to join the army."

"How old are you without any relatives?"

She knew something! But she had to brazenly make it up: "I don't even remember the details. I just know that I never had parents."

"When did you learn this skill?"

"Early ten years old."

"Where did you go after learning skills from Master Yunyou?"

She finally knew that he was doubting herself, but what she was most worried about now was whether he had investigated the background of the original person clearly. If the investigation was clear, if she said something wrong, something was wrong immediately.

.

After coming back alive in Lancheng, I only wanted to go back to the Imperial City to see the situation, but forgot to understand the past of my new body. Now I am really in a trap.

"What, is this difficult to answer?" His voice was lowered, as if he was in a bad mood.

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