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In terms of politics, Zhao Jing had never had the power to make a choice. Even this time, Zhao Jing seemed to have returned to the time two years ago when he had bestowed the death of Imperial Uncle Zhao Sizhi. At that time, Dongfang Wenming had held her trembling hand and placed the Imperial Jade Seal on top of the prepared imperial edict. In a blink of an eye, his royal uncle was granted death, which also affected many of the Zhao Family clansmen. From that time onwards, Zhao Yuannan lost his natural pride!

"Your majesty?" Zhao Yuannan's voice was hoarse. "This imperial edict..."

"When This Emperor is still unable to act of his own accord, it is unavoidable to compromise." Zhao Jing's fingertips gently brushed the lifelike dragon markings on the Imperial Jade Seal. His voice was heavy and slightly cold. "One day, I will make this Imperial Jade Seal belong to me alone. I will not be controlled by anyone else." As he said this, Zhao Jing had a smile on his face, as if the imperial edict before him was just a joke.

Zhao Yuannan looked at her, "Your servant... "We'll go and issue the decree now!"

Under the decree, the world knew.

The Imperial Tutor Qi Yunshan had resigned from his position as the Imperial Tutor and requested that an order be issued to head to the Royal Tomb to guard the mausoleum and redeem his son's sins! For a time, the people inside and outside the capital were discussing what had happened.

At that time, Qi Rufeng's matter had only been a disturbance within the palace. Before the palace had a chance to make a ruckus, he had been ordered by Dongfang Wenming. Thus, the citizens of the capital had not personally witnessed Qi Rufeng's rebellious behavior. After the incident, Qi Yunshan's first choice was to abandon his car to protect the commander, and kill Qi Rufeng to keep his mouth shut! In the eyes of outsiders, the fact that one died without a proof was very much like framing. After all, no one would believe the fact that their son had rebelled while their father had refused to do anything!

The Qi family only had a son like Qi Rufeng. Even if Qi Yunshan did not want to rebel, for the sake of his son's roots in the Qi family, he would not just stand by and watch. When the commoners saw the emperor's decree, the old tutor had to give up all power easily. They all felt that the emperor and the Regent's Estate could not tolerate the old tutor, so they killed Qi Rufeng and forced him to withdraw from the struggle within the imperial court!

As the drizzle continued to fall, the Grand Fu Mansion had already packed their belongings. Qi Yunshan had only taken away the tiny and delicate items, but he didn't feel any attachment to them at all. None of the officials sent him off, nor did anyone dare to. The place where he used to be was now a family affair.

In the drizzle, a young man wearing white clothes was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand as he calmly stopped. He held the handle of the azure bamboo umbrella in his hand and slightly raised the umbrella's canopy. His eyes were serene as he looked at the mess behind the curtain of rain. As the wind blew past his hair, the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he looked at the golden lacquer plaque of the Supreme Fu Mansion with a faint smile. A trace of indiscernible chilliness flashed across his eyes.

"Young master!" Looking at the scenery, he held up his umbrella and bowed, "Young Master, your cold has just recovered, it's better that you go back and rest!"

The man stretched out his hand and received a drop of rain. He smiled meaningfully. The day when everything is frozen will come to an end and the snow and ice will melt is the day that the earth will be resurrected! " After he finished speaking, he gripped the handle of the umbrella, and the veins on the back of his pure white hand began to bulge. He then turned around and walked into the rain.

The gatekeeper stood at the door and watched as the figure disappeared into the distance. With a solemn gaze, he turned around to pay his respects to Qi Yunshan behind him. "Honored tutor, are we really leaving?"

Qi Yun Shan walked out of the mansion and looked at the rain mist with a serious expression, "We have to go!"

He had to go!

The rain got heavier and heavier. The young man in white clothes was as warm as jade and had a picturesque look on his face. He climbed the stairs and slowly walked through the door of Fanhua Temple. The shop assistant quickly took the umbrella from his hand and shook off the rain on the umbrella's surface. He respectfully replied, "Young master, you're back!"

The youth in white stood with his hands behind his back, watching the rain with a pale face. He couldn't help but wipe his cape and cough softly, "The next rain, the smell of blood in the capital is not that bad!" Saying this, he faintly smiled, "After the rain, I can see the rainbow. Truly excellent!"

Scene laughed and said, "Young master, after this rain, the autumn examination of the imperial government should begin! All the students under heaven and all those who have learned a lot will gather in the capital, and soon, the city will be bustling with noise and excitement. "

"It's better if it's lively." The man laughed in an extremely gentle manner, "This capital should be bustling and lively! I hadn't seen anything like it in years, and I missed the sight of my mother when she was alive. Unfortunately … The spring wind does not recognize the face of the old, wrongly gave the willow to the old. This year's new ink is excellent, and in the next two days, the palace will be preparing to leave the palace.

"Yes sir!" The scenery bowed.

The rain had washed away the foul air in the capital, making the gloomy capital usher in a new day. As soon as the Ten Year Freezing Windows met, no one wanted to miss out on the triennial Autumn Competition. If they missed out on this year's match, they would have to wait for another three years.

After the rain, the capital city that was in its early stages was cleared of Qi Rufeng's previous haze. Following the emperor's imperial edict, Qi Yunshan went to the Royal Tomb to guard the tombs of the late emperor.

On the day that Qi Yunshan left, Zhao Jing was standing on top of the city gates, watching as the simple carriage wobbled its way out of the capital's borders. She straightened her body, and even though she was wearing civilian clothes, she did not change the cold air that was coming from her face. Qi Yunshan, leaving the capital alive today does not mean that you will return alive. My mother's hatred can actually be fled? To exchange blood for blood, to exchange one's life for another, this was all natural justice!

"Young master, it's getting late, time to go back!" Zhao Yuannan reminded him in a low voice.

Zhao Jing came back to his senses and looked meaningfully at everyone behind him. From Wei Shuge to Zhao Yuannan, then from Zhao Yuannan to Li Zhiheng, from then on, every day of her life would be closely related to these few people. Now that Qi Yunshan was gone from the capital, there was only her and Dongfang Wenming left. This battle between the three of them had turned into a battle between her and Dongfang Wenming!

"What happened to Young Master?" Zhao Yuannan asked in puzzlement, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jingyan laughed, "I'm hungry. Let's go eat something before we go back!"

Everyone saluted. Zhao Jing walked in front and followed behind, maintaining a certain distance between them and Zhao Jing.

Entering an unfamiliar restaurant, Li Yiheng finally understood what was going on. The suspicion in the little emperor's heart was heavy. No matter where she went, even if there was a dish she liked to eat in the restaurant, she would never enter it more than three times. Basically, Zhao Jing had picked restaurants that she hadn't been to before in order to prevent others from finding out her habits and hobbies.

Zhao Jing chose a quiet corner and sat down. Li Yiheng led his entourage to another table, carefully observing their surroundings to prevent any suspicious people from approaching.

In an instant, Wei Shuge retreated after whispering something in Zhao Jing's ear. It was as if she had left the restaurant and returned to Zhao Jing's side after a short while. It was as if she had taken out something for him to see.

"Full Moon Residence?" Zhao Jing pinched the piece of cloth in his hand, his expression somewhat reserved. Her fingers gently caressed the broken step, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously curled up, "That's right, there's no mistake!" I never thought that he would be so fast, it is truly out of my expectations. "

"Young master, this is …" Wei Shuge hesitated. "Have you made up your mind?"

"The heart has the prerequisite of being born into the world. Next, I'll have to see if this person can take on the heavy responsibility that I've given him!" Zhao Jing narrowed her dangerous eyes. "Find an opportunity and let me meet him!"

Wei Shuge nodded. "According to the rules of the past years, the poetry meet will take place in a few days' time. It can be considered a warm-up ceremony for this year's Autumn Festival!" After some thought, Wei Shuge lowered her voice and said, "This matter has already been prepared in the capital. I heard that it was handled by a book called Fanghua Temple. I wonder how it will be arranged!"

"Fanghua Temple?" Zhao Jing raised the center of his brows slightly. "Are you referring to the book, Mo Zhai?"

"No!" Wei Shuge shook her head. "I'm more clear about the situation in the capital. Why don't you let my Emperor speak of it!" With that, Wei Shuge threw a look at Zhao YuanNan. Zhao YuanNan understood and stepped forward.

Zhao Yuannan, who was closer to them just now, naturally heard their conversation clearly, "The most famous study in the capital is the Imperial Palace's Wenpeng Xuan. However, the palace had its own rules. Since he was working for the palace, he naturally couldn't interfere in matters of the people, so he absolutely didn't dare to step out. Furthermore, in the past two years, the supply of books and ink on the Sian Pen Pavilion has been somewhat inferior, and the Imperial Palace's procurement method is currently planning to change the name of the Sian Pen Pavilion. "

"So it came out with a beautiful temple?" Wei Shuge was enlightened.

Zhao Yuannan smiled. "It's not just the Fanhua Temple, there are also some other study rooms. Because once you put on the name of using the library, you will be able to achieve great success in the near future. However, this servant Fang Hua Zhai had actually heard it before! The reason why this place has a reputation even back when he was the late emperor is because the owner of this place is a scholar. His ancestors can be traced back to the previous dynasty, and he is the famous Wen Lianyi. "

Zhao Jingzhong was startled. "This name sounds quite familiar. I seem to have heard of it somewhere before."

"Your majesty, this is the former dynasty's Grand Scholar, the Wen family …" Zhao Yuannan lowered his voice and said, "This person is rich and knowledgeable. Since the founding of Da Xia Empire, he has always wanted to use this person as his own. However, this person has no interest in the imperial court. Later on, there was the Five Accumulations Pavilion, and in the early days of the late emperor, it became a place of wealth. However, one day, this Zi Fang Hua suddenly went to an empty building, for some unknown reason. "

"A few days ago, the signboard of the restaurant was taken down and the name of the store was changed to Fang-Hua Zhai." Zhao Yuannan thought about it for a moment before continuing, "It takes a lot of time and effort to get this poetry meet. I assume that there's a rich person behind all this, otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be able to take over this poetry convention. More importantly, we still need the approval of the capital's nobles. Otherwise, even if we have power and influence, it would still be difficult for us to convince the masses. "

The waiter served the dishes. Li Yiheng examined the poison and Wei Shuge made up the dishes.

Zhao Jing had a plan in mind. Most of the people who were able to attend the poetry meet were people who were confident in their own talents. There were also some pearls mixed in the sand. If she was smart enough to get people into the imperial court … It was excellent indeed!

"Watch carefully, don't let anything go wrong." Zhao Jing's eyes darkened as he looked meaningfully at Zhao Yuannan. "I like liveliness. Maybe I'll even join in on the liveliness!"

Zhao Yuannan understood, "This servant understands!"

Fanhua Temple?

Zhao Jing was suddenly interested in the person behind Fang Hua Zhai. What kind of person could have such a profound background? What kind of person would dare to host this poetry feast as soon as he appeared? Could he be a descendant of the Wen family? Or was it someone related to the Wen family? At that time, the poetry meet would also happen, right?

After finishing his meal, Zhao Jing walked out of the restaurant. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure appear on the street. He was overjoyed and rushed out while everyone was not prepared.

In the next moment, she ruthlessly bumped into someone. There was only a "Aiyo" sound …