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If the study room was left unattended, Xun Zhuishang could still use his remaining rationality to stop his behavior before pushing the door open.Yan Zhaohe's study room, he has known Yan Zhaohe for so many years, no matter how familiar he is, he will not step in without permission.But he never thought that Yan Zhaohe would guard against him in such a place, at least Xun Zhui felt that he had no secrets about government affairs in front of Yan Zhaohe.He handed over all the power to Yan Zhaohe, and Yan Zhaohe took over with peace of mind.

Xun Zhui looked at Fu Bing coldly, and the blade of his sword touched Fu Bing's skin.The cold light of the sword's edge was reflected on the dark neck of the mansion soldier, and the mansion soldier said with a murderous aura: "Your Majesty, please go back to the main hall to rest."

Good, very good, very good!

Xun Zhui moved his wrist slightly, the blade pierced into the soldier's skin, and the bright red blood immediately slid down the cold blade.

They are domestic servants trained by Yan Zhaohe, who are loyal to each other.Xun Zhui suddenly let go, the hilt was the heaviest, and the hilt smashed to the ground vertically with the blade, Xun Zhui rushed forward, and the soldiers immediately resisted with their bodies.Xun Zhui was knocked sideways by two government soldiers. Before the sword fell to the ground, he leaned over and grabbed the hilt, put the sword back in its scabbard, and used the scabbard as an attack weapon to slam a soldier's ankle hard.

While hitting the ankle, Xun Zhui wrapped his feet around the neck of another soldier, using his own weight to knock the soldier down.The mansion soldier whose ankle was hit by him reacted by quickly stepping back, Xun quickly retracted the scabbard recursively and mercilessly stabbed the mansion soldier he was entangled in the lower abdomen.Then he aimed at the back of the government soldier's neck and struck down with his palm.

"Bang!" Fu Bing fell heavily to the ground, and Xun Zhui was also brought to the ground. He stood up unsteadily, moving his numb wrist slightly.

He provocatively hooked his hands at the remaining soldiers, indicating that you can go up.

"The little ones don't dare." The mansion soldier knelt down and said, "But your majesty, you can't go in."

Xun Zhui sneered, no one knew he was the emperor, even the servants of King Zhao's mansion rarely saw him.He came to live in Yan Zhaohe's house, never went to the front yard, and was always active in the backyard. Except for the maids and cooks around Yan Zhaohe, no one knew him at all.

A mere slave, who rarely sees the royal family, how could he, Li Xunzhui, be able to accurately call out the word "Your Majesty".

Is it because he, the emperor, is too cheap, or is it not for the purpose of guarding against others.

Xunzui took a few steps back, and pulled out the sword that had been scabbard.

He is useless, but he can't tolerate the untouchables stepping on his head.

The throne is his, the imperial court is also his, and everything in Zhaowang and Zhaowang's mansion is also his.

The sword energy pierces the wind, and the sword momentum is like a rainbow.

Xun Zhui raised his right arm holding the sword high, the blade of the sword was parallel to his eyes, and the back of his left hand lightly touched the surface of the sword.The little finger subconsciously touched the sword tail, the right foot took two steps back, and the left leg was bent in an attacking posture.

As if to match the anger in his heart at the moment, a gust of wind blew by, the corners of his clothes fluttered with the wind, and the messy hair on his forehead was all pressed against his cheeks.

Xun Zhui silently counted to three times, his tendons exerted strength, the sword came first, and the people followed.

Naturally, it is impossible for the government soldiers to attack Xunzhui, and all their moves can only be used to resist.Swords and flowers fluttered, and Yan Zhaohe taught Xun Chase for several years, and he used them without any hesitation.If the sword flower that has just fallen is compared to a butterfly, then after that, it will be an eagle that strikes harder and faster.

Xun Zhui held his breath, his sharp brows became tighter and tighter with each move, but the tears in the corners of his eyes flew wildly with inexplicable sadness.

The fu soldiers showed some flaws, and Xun Zhui pressed forward. When the blade pierced the artery, Xun Zhui changed the trajectory of the sword and knocked down the fu soldiers with only his elbow.The moment the soldiers flew out, Xun Zhui grabbed his arm again and kicked him on the back of the head.

Xun Zhui looked at the two unconscious government soldiers on the ground, with tears on his cheeks.He lowered his head and carefully wiped the blade clean with his sleeve. Tears fell drop by drop on the blade, and he could see the reflective tears on the blade.

Why, Xun asked himself.

Another voice from the bottom of my heart said, why.

What followed was more in his heart, making a voice of why.

Xun Zhui dragged the soldiers behind the pillar and hid them, and took the key from their waist. When the key was inserted into the keyhole, he told himself that he still had a chance to think about it, but his hand had already turned the lock cylinder uncontrollably.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound from the lock cylinder, followed by a small spark in his heart, and the whole world seemed to be quiet in an instant.

He gently pushed the door open and whispered, "I'm coming in."

Just like before, he would knock on the door and tell Yan Zhaohe to come in.

But there was no voice in the study that he expected, a man's gentle voice calling him over.A damp smell that has not been cleaned for a long time and has not been ventilated in continuous rainy days surrounds his sense of smell.But the scent of ink could still be smelled in the air, as well as the fragrance of tea leaves that Yan Zhaohe often had.

This time he couldn't smell what kind of tea it was, Yan Zhaohe had been away for too long.

Xun Zhui suddenly bent down and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs out of his throat, he covered his lips, and pinched his throat with the other hand so that he would not make such a loud noise.

It was difficult for him to continue standing for a while, so he went straight to find Yan Zhaohe and sat down in front of the case where he was handling official business.You don't need to think about it to know that his face is flushed at the moment, and his cheeks are hot as if they were on fire.

He crouched in front of the desk, huddled into a small ball, his body trembling violently, and it took an unknown amount of time for him to calm down.

Xun Zhui raised his head from the crook of his arm, and his fingertips touched something unclosed on the table, which seemed to be something like a scroll.

He adjusted his breathing, forced his breathing to return to calmness, and did not stop his hands. From his memory, Yan Zhaohe managed to find a fire pocket that could light a candle from the drawer where Yan Zhaohe stored sundries.

But when he was about to light a candle, the light from outside the door reminded him that it was early morning, and it was a good time for the sun to shine from the east.

Xun Zhui let go, the Huozhe fell from his hand on the table, rolled around a few times, and was about to fall along the edge of the table, Xun Zhui reached out to catch the Huozzi.

It was daytime, and he lost his mind.

But just now he clearly felt that it was like a dark night, his eyes were pitch black, as if he could not see his fingers in the depths of winter, and his whole body was filled with the cold air that forced him to tremble.

Xun Zhui put his hands in front of his eyes and shook them casually, then his eyes fell on the unclosed picture scroll with only one corner exposed.

Among the many official duties, only this picture scroll is placed randomly, as if the owner was called away by other important matters before putting it away.

Xun Zhui curled up his fingers and took several deep breaths before opening the scroll.

The picture scroll is fully unfolded, and the frame hanging from the top of the picture scroll hangs to the other side of the table.Xun Zhuizai took a closer look at the person on the scroll, and it took him a long time before he let out a happy smile that was not a smile.

In the picture scroll, the long hair of the teenager flutters in the wind, and he is dressed in a lake-green gauze dress with downcast eyes and a slight smile.

This boy is none other than Xun Zhui.

Xun chased to find the inscription at the corner of the scroll, and his white fingers like green onions swept over every word written by the man.

"Lichun." He recited silently, moving his fingertips to the next line of small characters.

"Xun Zhui said he didn't like the clothes."

The word Lichun above is serious, but the line below is more like a complaint.

There is another column written vertically on the right side of the small characters—the remaining three years, and the period is slow.

"The period is slow." Xun Zhui couldn't figure out why, what kind of word arrangement is this?

Yan Zhaohe hid his portrait in his study, which was made by King Zhao himself.

Xunzui opened his mouth, stood up and wanted to put away the scroll, but just as he stood up, he sat down again.He slumped between the seats, his head drooping on the back of the chair, and the scroll fell onto his lap along with him.

Could it be this portrait that the government soldiers wanted to stop?Xun Zhui just sat there and continued to roll up the scroll, and put it back in the way it was placed before.

Yan Zhaohe's desk case is full of memorials that Xun Zhui hates, and Xun Zhui picked up a few books to check, all of which he has never read.Although he has never seen the contents of the memorial, most of the contents of the memorials for the impeachment of King Zhao that he has seen over the years are in this form.Yan Zhaohe kept all the memorials about him in his own hands, and only sent the useful ones to Xun Zhui.

As for the memorials Xunzhui wrote, Yan Zhaohe also reserved them.The black ones were written by Xun Zhui, and the red ones were proposed by Yan Zhaohe.

In the hill-like memorial, Xun Zhui saw that there seemed to be something caught in the gap, he moved the memorial with great effort, and dropped out a small wooden card.The small cards seem to have been played by people for a long time, and the edges are already very smooth.The small cards are rectangular, with a small hole punched in one corner, and the red thread passes through the hole.

There was an engraved lettering in the center of the small card, but it was a little blurry due to the long time, so Xun Zhui struggled to make out the words on the small card.

He only recognized one word - small.

Xun Zhui aimed the small card at the light and continued to identify it, racking his brains to piece together seven characters.

Yan Zhao is a treacherous villain.

......

Why does Yan Zhaohe still have this habit?Xun Zhui blinked and suddenly felt that this little card looked familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it before.

"Yan Zhao..." Xun Zhui raised his eyebrows, and let out an "Oh" sound after turning too many turns.

"Oh."

Those who can scold Yan Zhaohe are either condemned by Yan Zhaohe, or boiled to death like a frog in warm water.And the only one who can survive in Yan Zhaohe's hands is Xun Zhui.

When Xun Zhui was young, he often sat alone by the small tree he planted and scolded Yan Zhaohe. At that time, he was still young, so he didn't know how to swear very much, and his mouth full of nonsense added up to repeating the words treacherous and sycophant.

Before the little tree grew up to become a big tree, when Yan Zhaohe was teaching Xun Chau martial arts, he accidentally cut off the strongest branch on the little tree.Xun Zhui hugged the branch and pointed at Yan Zhaohe and wept loudly on the spot, with the branch in his left hand and the sword in his right, waving at Yan Zhaohe like crazy.In the end, I tripped over myself, and almost lost my breath from crying.

The young emperor made a small wooden sign out of branches.

The small wooden sign entrusts sadness and anger, and Xun Zhui can't write the words that the little tree will grow up quickly, holding the carving knife, raising the knife and dropping it, engraving Yan Zhao as a villain.

But Xun Zhui clearly remembered that he was afraid that Yan Zhaohe would see it, so he discarded the wooden plaque the next day after it was carved.After all, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and everything depends on Yan Zhaohe. Why do you see this wooden sign again at Yan Zhaohe's place now?

Xun Zhui put the wooden sign into his arms, packed up all the memorials, and continued to look for something more interesting than the wooden sign.

His intentions before coming in disappeared inexplicably after seeing the wooden sign, leaving only the anticipation like a treasure hunt.