The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"Secret letter?" Xue Zhiyi asked him, "Secret letter between Helian You and his counterpart in Dayong?"

Seeing that Xue Zhiyi didn't care about his injury, Huo Wuyou was dissatisfied for a moment, but he suppressed it for the time being. He drooped his face and said sullenly: "Yeah, it's a pity that I just snatched it and didn't have time to see it before it was torn into pieces in the fight."

"Have they discovered your identity?" Xue Zhiyi asked him.

Huo Wuyou calmly moved his injured arm closer under Xue Zhiyi's eyes.

"I am masked. Moreover, as I said, I am a slender man with extraordinary talents. How could I not be able to hide my identity?"

Xue Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that was almost in front of her.

Helian You is of noble status and is very likely to be the next Khan of Beidi. Those who followed him to Dayong are naturally top masters. What's more, Beidi people are martial and conquered the world on horseback. Beidi elite soldiers are even more powerful. Dozens of them surrounded and killed Huo Wuyou alone, so it was good enough for him to come back alive.

"Is this the only wound?"

Xue Zhiyi raised his eyes and met Huo Wuyou's expectant eyes.

Seeing Xue Zhiyi finally asking about his injuries, he also learned Xue Zhiyi's virtues and pretended to be a little pretentious: "I do have some on my body, do you want to see it?"

Xue Zhiyi's face suddenly turned cold, but Huo Wuyou let out a triumphant smile.

"..."

Xue Zhiyi had a blank expression on his face: "Then please take off your clothes, my Lord."

Huo Wuyou was startled, and the tip of his ear turned red almost instantly.

He failed to tease others, and was teased back. In order to cover up his shame at the moment, Huo Wuyou coughed artificially and covered his chest even more artificially: "You still say you don't want my body?"

Seeing him like this, Xue Zhiyi thought, in fact, after finding out this person's character, it would be fun to use his own spear to attack his own shield.

However, Huo Wuyou's wound did not look like it had been treated with medicine. Joking aside, the wound still needed to be treated. He must have suffered a lot on this trip, but he was still able to endure the pain and chat and laugh with her.

How heartless.

She had some golden wound medicine in her room. Just as she stood up to get it, Huo Wuyou stopped her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xue Zhiyi answered him: "I didn't go anywhere. I just went to get medicine for the Marquis."

Hearing this, Huo Wuyou's mouth corners suddenly rose up almost uncontrollably, as if he had been expecting her to say this for a long time.

He was so proud that he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table: "No, I brought it myself."

Xue Zhiyi frowned and looked at him: "Why don't you use the medicine if you have it?"

But Huo Wuyou raised his head and said, "I've used medicine on my body. This wound is specially left for you."

As a doctor, Sui Yunlang was so angry about the injury that he had carefully selected to leave that he scolded him for a whole day and threatened to prescribe a prescription to treat his brain.

At this moment, Xue Zhiyi was looking at Huo Wuyou as if he was a fool.

"How old is the Marquis?"

Huo Wuyou pulled her to sit down and said, "A person of a certain age would also want to be cared for by the one he loves, isn't that possible?"

Ever since they understood each other's feelings, Huo Wuyou's eyes when he looked at her became more direct and passionate, with a sense of rightness in them.

As if his heart was quietly stabbed, Xue Zhiyi looked away at a loss, muttering to himself: "Whatever you think."

Huo Wuyou said, "My wound hurts a lot, and I can't find anyone to apply medicine to me anyway. Can you just help me?"

After thinking for a while, Xue Zhiyi didn't look at him. He just picked up the medicine bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured the medicine on the handkerchief.

After applying the cool medicine on the wound, Huo Wuyou smiled contentedly and prepared to get down to business.

"This trip was not without gain," he said.

Xue Zhiyi was applying medicine powder to the wound with a handkerchief. Hearing this, she looked up at Huo Wuyou.

I saw Huo Wuyou taking out something from his waist, which seemed to be a small piece of paper.

He placed the piece of paper on the table and pushed it in front of Xue Zhiyi: "Look, although the secret letter was torn into pieces, I still managed to grab a few pieces when I was escaping. This piece has a seal on it. I suspect that this is the secret code between Helian You and his accomplice."

Looking at the piece of paper, Xue Zhiyi's brows relaxed slightly: "Having this is enough."

Their eyes met, and they seemed to have thought of something tacitly and smiled knowingly.

Huo Wuyou propped up his head: "Yes, that's enough."

"All right." Xue Zhiyi said, "The medicine has been applied."

Huo Wuyou was in a daze, looking at his arm that was still warm and soft like Xue Zhiyi, and he felt very good.

"Ask the Marquis of Lin'an something." Xue Zhiyi suddenly said.

Huo Wuyou was pleased, knowing that he had nothing to hide: "You speak."

Xue Zhiyi said, "Your Majesty criticized Ge Yuanhui and ignored Concubine Ge because of the previous Qionglin Banquet for Palace Flowers. But for some reason, he has been showing more favor to Concubine Ge recently, and seems to be regaining her favor. Do you know the reason?"

"That's why."

"You know?" Xue Zhiyi asked him.

Huo Wuyou only adjusted his sleeves slowly. "Not only Concubine Ge, His Majesty has also been generous in rewarding the Ge family recently. He has repeatedly praised Ge Jingyang in the court, and has sent waves of rewards to Yueling Pass. Although he criticized Ge Yuanhui before, he has pardoned her and allowed her to enter the palace as often as before."

After that, he lowered his voice and sneered imperceptibly: "The most terrifying thing is the emperor's sudden favor after suppressing others. It's like shooting an arrow. Pulling the string back is to accumulate power for the arrow to be shot."

There was a seriousness in his banter, unlike his usual casual appearance, and a fleeting gleam of light flashed across his auspicious phoenix eyes.

Xue Zhiyi just smiled and said, "I guess your majesty thinks that after this marriage, Dayong and Beidi will reconcile, and Duke Dingguo's troops at Yueling Pass can be gradually disbanded, and he doesn't have to be afraid of the Ge family anymore, so he has the intention of praising and killing him now."

As she spoke, she sighed slightly: "The emperor is always heartless, and he can decide life and death with just a thought."

She looked at Huo Wuyou with a look of worry that she herself didn't even notice: "You should take it easy. He is still quite confident in you now, but that's only for now."

Huo Wuyou just let out a soft "oh", and suddenly, he tilted his head and moved closer.

The face in front of him suddenly enlarged and became clear, and Xue Zhiyi's breathing stopped for a moment.

"Worried about me?" he whispered.

Seeing her in a daze, Huo Wuyou tapped her head with satisfaction: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

Xue Zhiyi covered his forehead and turned his face away. Although he was a little annoyed, he did not deny it.

Every next step, including what they are planning, will be dangerous and thrilling.

She wanted to change the fate of Huo Wuyou in her previous life, so the marriage could not go wrong.

Seeing her like this, Huo Wuyou felt warm in his heart, and he comforted her, "In your Majesty's eyes, I have been irrelevant since I was a child, and there is no need to be on guard against me, otherwise you would not have just let me be a junior official of the Dali Temple."

As he spoke, he pretended to be mysterious and asked Xue Zhiyi, "Since Tu Yuxian was sent away, there have been major changes in the Dali Temple. Guess who the new Dali Temple Minister is?"

Xue Zhiyi's mind was finally distracted a little: "Who?"

"You have seen him." He said, "The Dali Temple Secretary, Yu Xing."

Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi nodded: "It makes sense."

It was not only because Yu Xing was an upright official, but also because Prince Gong and Prince Sheng, after a lot of negotiation, finally chose someone who did not belong to the other camp to control the Dali Temple.

"Gu Shichong is still under house arrest, and Prince Cheng has not been able to take advantage of this opportunity to take over the Dali Temple." Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but say.

Huo Wuyou chuckled and said, "Prince Cheng has also sent people to the Dali Temple. There are two Shaoqings in the Dali Temple. The right Shaoqing is me, and the left Shaoqing is Prince Cheng's man."

"Oh?"

“You know him too.” The smile in Huo Wuyou’s eyes faded a little, as if he was thinking of someone he disliked very much: “The new number one scholar, Jiang Xu.”