I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

"My lord, please go in and tell me that I really have something urgent to see the emperor."

Shen Yixuan was stopped by the guards outside the emperor's bedroom, her eyes were anxious, if she hadn't taken into account the cultivation and etiquette of the young lady of the family, she might have rushed in without thinking about her own safety.

But the guards in charge of the guards showed no mercy, and stood motionless in front of the door: "No, no one else is allowed to visit during the emperor's recuperation period. Miss Shen, please go back."

Shen Yixuan was about to cry, her voice choked with sobs: "I really... really have something important to do."

"Miss Shen can convey anything, but it is absolutely not allowed to let you in. General Ji's orders cannot be disobeyed."

"I..." Shen Yixuan lowered her head, twisting her fingers tightly on the handkerchief. This matter must not be publicized.

Before He Yang left from the restaurant, he told Ji Ting to go back home to do something, then he walked to the palace alone, saw the scene in front of him from a long distance, and raised his eyebrows lightly:

"Why do you think this scene looks familiar?"

【Last time, she made a fuss because of Taifu Shen's imprisonment. After being woken up by you, she was quite at ease. Now that she has been released from prison, what did she come here for? 】

He Yang squinted his eyes, walked to the door of the bedroom and looked around, his gaze fell on the guard guard, who immediately clasped his fists and nodded in unison: "General Ji."

Shen Yixuan turned her head belatedly, her eyes were astonished.

He Yang nodded slightly, and asked the guard casually, "What's going on?"

The leader lowered his head even lower, and said solemnly: "Return to the general, Miss Shen has been pestering endlessly, saying that she has something important to meet the emperor."

"What's the matter?" He Yang tilted his head slightly, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and said with a sneer, "What else is there, is Miss Shen still not giving up?"

"How dare you." Shen Yixuan raised her head slightly, and looked at He Yang neither humble nor overbearing: "There are strict guards inside and outside the palace, it should be the general's intention?"

"Well, I arranged it. The emperor doesn't want anyone to disturb him while he is convalescing." He Yang replied.

Shen Yixuan smiled inexplicably, turned around and sighed quietly: "It's a pity that this seemingly careful arrangement can only prevent me, a little girl."

He Yang was unmoved, and his expression didn't change much: "What do you mean?"

"General Ji is a smart man. He should understand a truth. No matter how impenetrable the wall is, it cannot prevent the eyes and ears of those who are interested. There will always be opportunities to take advantage of."

He Yang couldn't help laughing out loud, the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful curve, and he praised: "Miss Shen is indeed the number one talented woman in the imperial city. She speaks like she writes poems. I, a martial artist, really don't understand."

"Ji Xiao, you..." Shen Yixuan didn't expect He Yang to pretend to be confused with understanding, and was a little anxious for a while, revealing her true inner feelings.

Her original intention was to stop all of this before her father made a big mistake, minimize the big thing, and best save the lives of the entire Shen family, but now it seems that she doesn't have this chance.

"Miss Shen has not entered the palace to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager for a long time. The Empress Dowager misses her very much, so she will stay in the palace for a few more days. Miss Shen will not be unwilling." Be kind.

But Shen Yixuan's heart felt cold, and her eyes were full of despair: "Are you unwilling to leave a way for the Shen family to survive?"

"I don't want to." He Yang leaned closer, his tall figure shrouded Shen Yixuan's head, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you know how many outrageous things your father has done? He deserved what he deserved."

"You know all about it?" Shen Yixuan was startled, and a chill came down her back: "How could you..."

"If there is an injustice, there is a debtor. If Ms. Shen doesn't intervene, the lives of the Shen family will be safe."

He Yang didn't intend to waste his words, he took half a step back and ordered: "Come here, send Miss Shen down to rest."

"Yes."

After solving the troubles that came to him, He Yang walked into the emperor's bedroom as a matter of course. In this world where power is paramount, he can easily put the rules under his feet and remove all troubles that are out of control. There is only one person, and he can't be simple and rude treated as such.

The memorials on the table were piled up like a hill, and Chu Ziyu sat with his head buried in the pen, his thin shoulder blades fluctuated with the movements, and the beautiful shape easily attracted people's daydreams.

He Yang looked away, the lunch on the side was intact, and there was only the rustling of memorials in the huge bedroom.

"Ziyu, guess what I brought you?" He deliberately raised his voice, trying to attract attention, but the person sitting in front of the desk didn't even look up, and continued to write something by themselves.

Although He Yang restricted his actions, he did not interfere with his handling of government affairs, at most he would go through the memorial that the little emperor had finished approving.

Seeing that this move was useless, He Yang didn't bother, and silently found a book and sat aside to pass the time.

The afternoon sun restrained its sharpness, adding a bit of laziness. Chu Ziyu closed the last memorial, put down the pen and stretched his wrist, raised his head and handed the teacup engraved with Qinghe to his eyes.

He Yang walked up to him at some point, with his slender fingers holding the exquisite porcelain, he couldn't tell which one was a natural work of art for a while.

"Now I'm willing to rest for a while." He Yang chuckled, lowered his eyelashes and looked down at the table, casually said: "A group of old fellows' chatter is worthy of your serious attention?"

The little emperor took the teacup and put it on the table, with his fingertips resting on the warm edge. In such a hot weather, the palace servants would only prepare herbal tea. It was clear at a glance who ordered it specially.

"I am the king of a country, and it is my responsibility to review the memorials. Even if I am unwilling to do things, I must take the overall situation into consideration."

"Yeah, Tzuyu is determined to be a wise king." He Yang nodded repeatedly. He heard these words more than once, and his ears were almost callused.

Seeing him turn around unprepared, Chu Ziyu moved his lips, hesitated to speak, bowed his head and took a sip of hot tea, his mouth was full of sweetness, which made his heart feel even more bitter.

"What's the matter, it doesn't suit your taste?" He Yang turned around and asked when he heard the sound of the tea cup bumping against the table.

"No." Chu Ziyu looked away unnaturally, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm just a little hungry, have you had lunch yet?"

[The target of the capture has sent you an invitation to dinner cryptically, please answer. 】

"No." He Yang answered decisively, with sincere and unaffected eyes: "I received a greeting card in the morning, and I almost died in the end, Ziyu, I almost never saw you again."

Chu Ziyu's eyelids moved slightly, and he concealed the emotions in his eyes without saying a word. If he hadn't received the news from the informant, he might have believed it.

"Let's eat."

"It's been a while since these have been delivered, why don't you ask the servants to warm them up."

He Yang's eyes fell on the dishes that had lost heat, he had already eaten them, and he was mainly concerned about the little emperor.

"No, if you're not used to it, let them redo some dishes. The Royal Kitchen is very good at making fermented glutinous rice balls and eight-treasure duck..."

Chu Ziyu's voice paused, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was somewhat regretful.

He Yang tidied up his clothes and took his seat calmly, seeming to point out inadvertently: "It turns out that His Majesty still remembers the preferences of the minister in his busy schedule. It is a great honor."

The little emperor's face changed, and he pressed his chopsticks on the table with a "snap", looking very angry.

"It's just a joke, why are you serious?" He Yang couldn't hold back his laughter, rubbed his temples and coaxed, "It's been a while since we sat down and had a good meal, good boy, I have something to give you after the meal."

Not knowing that those words stimulated the little emperor's nerves, his hostility suddenly eased, and the lingering sadness filled his eyes.

He Yang was very surprised by his ability to change his face, but this situation is very suitable for the Huairou route he is currently going to take.

How should I put it, before leaving, I must leave a little souvenir so that he can see it all the time.

At the end of the meal, there was suddenly a loud noise of gongs and drums outside. The little emperor had never heard of such a battle in the deep palace for 800 years, and looked at He Yang at a loss for a while.

He Yang stood up and smiled at him, followed by Ji Ting who was covered in mud outside the palace gate.

"Chen, see the emperor."

He saluted, and when he knelt down, there was a splash of dust all over his body. He Yang moved two steps horizontally calmly, coughed twice, in exchange for Ji Ting's more resentful eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" The little emperor frowned, with a hint of curiosity in his tone that he didn't even realize, it was exactly the same as the novel objects Ji Xiao gave him in the market when he was a child.

"Your Majesty, wait for a moment, and wait for the palace staff to complete the arrangement before you move."

Ji Ting respectfully walked to He Yang's side, lowered his head slightly, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Brother, thank you for thinking of me when you have such a good thing, goodbye next time."

"Stay away from me, thank you." He Yang said politely, brushing off the dust that didn't exist on his sleeves.

Ji Ting gritted his teeth, turned his head and looked at Chu Ziyu, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

This is a good opportunity. After killing the current emperor, he will be able to gain the strength of the Marquis of Yongchang, and he will be able to reverse the situation at a critical moment, so that he will no longer be as powerless as he was six years ago...

"Master Ji, everything has been arranged properly."

Someone outside the hall reported, He Yang responded for Ji Ting, walked up to Chu Ziyu, stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, follow me to see."

The little emperor glanced at the hand, his eyes paused on the palm for a few seconds, and then retracted his eyes restrainedly: "Lead the way."

He Yang knew that he couldn't let go of his figure in front of others, so he lowered his hand and gently took his hand through the wide and complicated sleeves, and quietly shared each other's warmth between fingers.

Ji Ting followed behind, not too far away, with heavy steps.

A lot of people surrounded the small garden behind the dormitory, including court ladies and eunuchs, as well as shirtless brawny men. There were too many people, and the scene became noisy after one word.

However, as soon as He Yang and the little emperor appeared, there was no sound at all, and people knelt on the ground, and the originally blocked vision suddenly became clear. Chu Ziyu was stunned, staring at the leafy apricot tree in front of him, saying I can't speak.

He Yang coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone go down to receive the reward."

"Yes." Everyone lowered their heads in response and left one after another.

"I hired the best gardener in the city, and it took a lot of effort to move it here." He Yang lowered his head a little closer, and whispered, "Do you like it?"

"I like it, but can he still live?" Chu Ziyu muttered to himself, his eyes were empty, as if he was saying goodbye through this apricot tree that carried a different meaning.

"The transplanting process is very careful. If you take good care of it, you should be able to survive." He Yang nodded, completely ignoring the approaching figure behind him.

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