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That slender and graceful neck, like a fragile object that could be broken with a gentle pinch, was now exposed without any defense.

The tall and slender man, after his eyes came into contact with the young emperor's peaceful sleeping posture, he paused almost imperceptibly, and then continued to approach.

Due to the disappearance of the smart soft pillow, Zhouze gradually felt a hardness under his head and felt very uncomfortable. He slowly frowned and opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he unexpectedly saw a sinister man tall enough to cast a shadow that covered his whole body.

Zhouze was immediately startled. He lost all sleep. He sat up from the dragon bed at the speed of light and stared at the visitor warily.

Who is this man? assassin?

No, look at this man's attire, he is extraordinarily luxurious, and his demeanor is even more majestic than the emperor himself. How could he be an assassin?

Then besides the assassin, who else could enter and leave the Heart Cultivation Palace so freely?

Zhou Ze gradually came back to his senses, and his tone became slightly darker, "Right Prime Minister."

"Your Majesty, long live my Emperor." When the man heard him calling out his name, he stopped completely, lowered his eyes and stood less than three feet away from the dragon bed, and only bowed in salute.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, full of magnetism. He couldn't hear any emotion or anger, but it made him feel inexplicably dangerous.

Zhou Ze gently pursed his slightly rosy lips, raised his head slightly, and stared directly at the man's handsome and dazzling face.

He has a heroic sword-shaped eyebrow, eyes like a falcon, a jet-black robe with a dragon pattern on his body, and even a single strand of hair is taken care of meticulously. He is simply... even more aristocratic than him, an orphan of the royal family.

This is, being the Prime Minister of the Right? Much younger and more handsome than he imagined.

He had thought he would be a bad old man. Zhouze commented silently in his heart.

At the same time, a reminder suddenly sounded in Zhouze's mind.

A bad premonition suddenly crossed Zhouze's heart. Sure enough, a prompt sounded: "The hero's strategy value has been activated, and Sheng Mu's current strategy value is 0."

Zhouze: "..."

Another strategy value. Or should we let him, a powerless and pitiful puppet emperor, attack such a powerful and ambitious right minister?

It turns out that this is the real difficulty.

Zhou Ze was a little speechless for a moment, but Sheng Mu, who was looking at the little emperor calmly at this moment, unnoticeably darkened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I am ill today, so I was unable to attend the morning court. I feel guilty, and I am here to apologize to Your Majesty."

The man's words were respectful, but his indifferent tone and indifferent demeanor showed that this was not the case at all.

Zhouze's heart was like a mirror, he didn't open his mouth, he just shook his head, too lazy to make excuses with the other party.

After sitting upright for a moment and straightening his appearance, Zhouze asked directly: "Why did the right minister come here?"

Sheng Mu's pupils darkened when he heard this. This little emperor had really changed his temper. He didn't realize it before. He was still a bit angular?

"Your Majesty is wise," Sheng Mu moved his lips, and compliments overflowed from his mouth, but his face was still cold and cold, "I came here because I am ill this time, because I am worried about the Emperor. According to what other ministers said, the Emperor believes that the state affairs have not yet been resolved. In peace, I am frightened and do not understand the Holy Heart. I hope the emperor can help me clear up my doubts."

Zhou Ze was silent after hearing this. Does Sheng Mu mean this as a threat? Tell him not to talk nonsense?

Do not understand.

It doesn't sound like a nice thing to say anyway.

Zhou Ze did not spend any time on how to reply to Sheng Mu, but directly guided the conversation and said, "Don't you think so, Prime Minister? I have not been on the throne for a long time, so naturally I am not yet stable. Civil and political affairs are complicated at the moment, so it is best to shelve the draft issue first."

This time it was Sheng Mu's turn to be silent.

The reason why Sheng Mu agreed to put the draft on the agenda could not be simpler. He wanted the little emperor to indulge in the love between his children, avoid causing trouble, and have better control.

But he didn't expect that this puppet in his eyes would stop hiding his true face and reveal such a sharp side shortly after he helped him take the position, intending to confront him.

I really don’t know whether to call him naive or...stupid.

When you don't have any strength, you dare to challenge him. Is it because you think your life is too long?

Sheng Mu felt a little funny for a moment. He stared at Zhouze with interest for a few seconds and then backed down on the surface: "I understand, what the emperor said is absolutely true. The draft matter is a matter of national importance."

Zhouze said "hmm" and still looked at Sheng Mu warily, "The right minister, is there anything else you want to report?"

"Reporting to the Emperor, I have nothing to report, so I will take my leave first." Sheng Mu smiled slightly, as if the indifferent and unpredictable arc was just Zhouze's illusion.

Zhouze nodded and waved his hand for him to leave. Although this Sheng Mu was a soul fragment and the target he wanted to conquer in this world, he didn't have to go along with everything.

With Sheng Mu's current attitude, it would be better for him to avoid it first.

Zhouze made up his mind, and coincidentally, his close eunuch also came to ask if he wanted the imperial kitchen to serve food.

"Come on, I'm hungry." Zhouze got off the dragon bed.

Hearing the sound, Sheng Mu, who had not yet walked out of the Yangxin Hall, inadvertently looked back and happened to see the young new emperor without any clothes on.

Those toes as clear and beautiful as small pomegranates made him inexplicably startled, and a strange feeling emerged from his body.

But soon he was out of sight, because the palace people had dressed up for the new emperor.

Sheng Mu then converged his gaze and returned to his calm demeanor, but at the same time he stopped leaving, turned around and walked back to Zhouze.

Zhou Ze happily sat down at the sandalwood table, waiting with bright eyes for the dishes to be handed over to the palace, unaware that Sheng Mu had left and returned.

Until a familiar voice sounded beside him, "Your Majesty, I suddenly remembered that I have something very important to report. Can I have dinner with you?"

Sheng Mu's words became less polite and respectful.

His lips asked if it was possible. In fact, he had already taken his seat and did not need Zhouze's opinion at all.

In fact, even if Zhou Ze has an opinion, he cannot do so, because the huge real power is still in the hands of Sheng Mu. Sheng Mu usually maintains courtier etiquette and respects him, the puppet emperor. This is superficial and does not affect himself. Benefit.

Zhou Ze understood this clearly, so he stopped asking Qiao and silently allowed Sheng Mu to sit down.

After the palace people brought a large table full of delicacies, Zhouze asked softly: "What do you want to report to your right minister?"

Sheng Mu looked at the young man, and for the first time he discovered that the once timid and inconspicuous little prince had turned out to be so refined and elegant.

To put it bluntly, I'm afraid those selected in the draft are not half as good-looking as this boy.

Moreover, the other party was actually able to assess the situation a little bit, and now he was no longer as sharp as before, and even showed a hint of cleverness.