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Doctor Zhang came out from Xie Jin's place, and went to Jiang Zhao's place as usual.

Since Xu Yiren came that day, Xie Jin went to Aunt Qingshi to express his intention to move out of the emperor's dormitory. Qingshi asked Jiang Zhao for instructions, and now Jiang Zhao lives in the back dormitory, while Xie Jin lives in the side hall.

Since Xie Jin came to Xihe Palace, Jiang Zhao seldom worked in the imperial study, and ordered people to send all the secret letters of memorials to the palace every day.

Although Xie Jin still didn't want to see her, but just being so close to her made Jiang Zhao feel at ease.

"The wound on Miss Xie's face has healed a lot, if you continue to apply the plaster, it will be back to normal in a few days.

According to her physical condition, Wei Chen wrote several prescriptions, in addition to taking medicine, she should also supplement her diet with dietary therapy. As long as she insists on taking care of her body, she will be healthy in the future and will not harm her child's breath. "

Zhang Shi didn't know Xie Jin's identity, so he called her by a common name.

Jiang Zhao responded lightly when he heard the words, and asked, "How long will her body take care of?"

Zhang Shi thought for a while and replied: "The shortest time is three to five months, and the longest time is a year and a half. How long it will take depends on her physical condition."

"I see, you step back."

Jiang Zhao looked at Yuan Xiang who was waiting on the side, Yuan Xiang immediately understood what she meant, and sent Zhang Shi out of Xihe Palace.

After the imperial doctor left, Jiang Zhao approved a few more notebooks, but he was always a little careless.

After a while, she pushed all the imperial pens aside, got up and went to the side hall alone.

Probably the injury on his face healed a lot, and Xie Jin was willing to see people. The door of the palace that was always closed before was now open. Jiang Zhao hesitated for a while, but still stepped over the threshold cautiously.

Compared with the emperor's bedroom, this residence is much smaller, and you can see the whole set at a glance when you enter.

Xie Jin was sitting under the window, holding an embroidery frame in his hand, bowing his head to make a female celebrity.

She didn't completely turn her back to the door, Jiang Zhao could just see half of her side face when she walked in, it was vaguely visible that there was no redness and swelling marks, and her heart, which had been hanging for several days, finally returned to its original place.

Xie Jinxiu was serious and didn't notice anyone entering the hall, and Jiang Zhao didn't make a sound to disturb her, he just stood there and stared at her dazedly, from eyebrows and hair to the layered and intertwined skirt.

After a while, until Xie Jin raised his head and stretched his neck, he realized that someone had entered the hall.

There was a moment of astonishment between her brows and eyes, and she regained her composure in an instant. She got up and put away the needles and threads in her hands, bowed her knees and kowtowed to Jiang Zhao, saying in her mouth: "My servant has seen Your Majesty, Your Majesty is blessed and safe."

Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand to help her, but then thought that she probably didn't want to have any contact with him, so he silently put his hand back and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"Flat body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xie Jin got up slowly, stood on one side with drooping eyes, lowered his eyebrows and looked down, all in a respectful attitude.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhao couldn't utter a single word. She clenched her fingers under her wide sleeves slightly, forced a smile, and asked, "Sister, what are you doing?"

Xie Jin still lowered his eyes and bowed his head and said: "I dare not be a slave."

Her voice was gentle and gentle as always, but in Jiang Zhao's ears, it was the indifference that tried to draw a line with her.Jiang Zhao's heart felt cold, he found a chair and sat down, his face full of despair.

After a while, she slowly said again: "Do you hate me?"

Xie Jin was silent for a while, but still said: "I dare not."

"You should hate me." Jiang Zhao said earnestly: "The late emperor's arbitrariness harmed your family, and you have been kind to me, but I deliberately concealed my identity, not only did not repay the kindness, but tired you to this point, you should hate me the most. "

She meant to take all the blame on herself, Xie Jin frowned slightly, finally looked up at her, and said equally seriously: "The decision made by the late emperor, whether it is right or wrong, has nothing to do with His Majesty."

After finishing speaking, she took a deep breath, and said: "The servants are punished by themselves. If it is not for His Majesty's mercy, the servants should be punished with the stick. If there is kindness, it is His Majesty who has been kind to the servants as much as a mountain."

She never mentioned Jiang Zhao's concealment of identity, but Jiang Zhao knew that there was a gap between her and herself.

Jiang Zhao was so sad that he couldn't say any more words.

Xie Jin waited for a while, and saw that she was just sitting with her head bowed, and she didn't intend to speak again.

She looked down at the embroidery she had put aside casually. According to the rules, she couldn't do anything if His Majesty didn't move, but now that His Majesty, who is busy with everything, is in a hurry, Xie Jin doesn't want to waste time with her.

Although she was struggling in her heart, subconsciously, Jiang Zhao was more than just an emperor to her.

After hesitating for a while, seeing that Jiang Zhao still had no intention of moving, Xie Jin stopped caring about her and sat back under the window, continuing to embroider what hadn't been finished before.

Jiang Zhao sent eight maids to wait on Xie Jin, but Xie Jin was not used to being accompanied by others. Aunt Jing Qingshi had taught her that those palace maids would not appear often, only when she needed them.

Xie Jin was bored to heal his wounds, and he still had some books to read when Jiang Zhao lived in the palace, and the side hall was unoccupied all the year round, let alone any books, so Xie Jin asked the palace servants for needles and thread to pass the time.

She used to be a lady of every family, and she was learned as a female celebrity since she was a child. She can't be called a favorite, but she won't get bored either.

The material that Xihe Palace brought casually was the extremely precious soft smoky fragrant silk. Xie Jin was very serious about embroidering, for fear that his embroidery work would not be worthy of the fine and luxurious fabric.

When I first picked it up, I still cared about the presence of someone beside me, but then I gradually became addicted to it, and completely forgot about the person next to me.

So when Jiang Zhao sorted out all his thoughts, he was about to get up and leave when he turned around and saw Xie Jin sitting under the window as a female celebrity.

The Xiaoxuan window was open, and the sunlight came in mercilessly. At this time, Xie Jin completely lost those pretended indifference, and concentrated on the work at hand, with calm eyes and peaceful eyes.

Jiang Zhao was stunned suddenly, and his eyes gradually darkened.

In fact, she didn't ask for much, even after she understood her intention, she only wanted to possess it for a moment.

For Xie Jin, she never dared to offend, let alone blaspheme, so she made up her mind that even after knowing that she had a sweetheart, she did not change her mind and wanted to fulfill her everything.

But in his heart, Jiang Zhao knew that this was all she wanted.

Jiang Zhao went from a carefree little princess to overnight when his mother was thrown into the cold palace, and he was rejected by his father, becoming a poor little girl who no one cares about. The most noble chair in the Meng Dynasty became the king of a country and the lord of all peoples.

She saw herself growing up, from a princess to His Majesty, from Jiang Zhao to Empress Jiaping.

Many people left her, such as father and queen, such as mother and queen.

Some people came here on snow, such as Xie Jin.

She doesn't want to live forever, she just wants the person in front of her eyes, no moment is clearer than this moment.

This is Jiang Zhao's heart.

Her gaze gradually became scorching, and Xie Jin, who was so hot that he was immersed in embroidery, was touched, and turned his head to look over.

Jiang Zhao's eyes froze, and he shifted his gaze lightly.

But Xie Jin had already seen her gaze, and such strong emotions were all cast in a pair of eyes. Even though Xie Jin didn't understand, he still felt a different breath from the past.

Very familiar, as if seen somewhere, even more intense.

But she couldn't remember for a while.

It wasn't until Yuan Xiang poked his head in from outside the hall and saw that Jiang Zhao was indeed inside, then he walked slowly to the front and saluted, and said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, Bachelor Han of the Imperial Academy is waiting for you in the front hall."

"Han Xuan?" Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows, stood up and asked, "Did he say why he asked to see you?"

Yuan Xiang said: "Scholar Han never said that."

Jiang Zhao looked at Xie Jin again, she had stood up now, looked at Jiang Zhao, then lowered her head again.

"Then I... just go there first?" Jiang Zhao tentatively asked.

Xie Jin nodded and said: "The servants send you off to Your Majesty respectfully."

Should have known her attitude earlier, Jiang Zhao didn't have any gaps in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I'll come and see you again."

She glanced at Yuan Xiang and led him out of the palace gate.

Han Xuan, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, is a young man with outstanding literary talent.

He was the last number one scholar during the reign of the first emperor. Although he came from a famous family, he was young and full of ambitions, which was quite different from those children from aristocratic families who were easy to control.

Therefore, he was not favored by the late emperor, and all the candidates in the same age as him were promoted or promoted. Han Xuan was the top of the list, but he was just walking in the Imperial Academy, playing with his pen.

After Jiang Zhao ascended the throne, he began to cultivate his own influence. Han Xuan asked to be in front of the new emperor himself, not for promotion and fortune, but for the king to open his eyes and not to bury talents.

Han Xuan became Jiang Zhao's confidant. Although he was still working as a small book editor in the Imperial Academy, he secretly supported many rookies. According to him, they all laid the foundation for the future Jiaping prosperity.

Therefore, Jiang Zhao can probably guess the reason for Han Xuan's visit.

A while ago, after the imperial examination ended, Jiang Zhao handpicked out the top three. In addition, there were more than a dozen other candidates who won her favor.

Those people are all under Han Xuan's command. One is to consider, and the other is to ponder.

Han Xuan was born in an aristocratic family, but he was not glamorous. He was a son of a concubine, his mother was of low status and died early, and there were many brothers in his family. In his father's eyes, he was the most inconspicuous one.

He has experienced wind and rain since he was a child, and he is used to seeing people's hearts. He thinks that he is very accurate in judging people, and Jiang Zhao is willing to believe him.

Even if the person is picked out by himself, it is better to send it to Han Xuan and let him hold his eyes again.

"Xinke champion Lang Tanyuansheng, full of poems and books, exquisite in all aspects, worthy of a prime minister, His Majesty's choice is excellent."

Han Xuan and Jiang Zhao sat hand in hand and talked slowly, and said distractedly: "In terms of talent and literary talent, he is actually not as good as Fang Chong, and in terms of family background and appearance, he is not as good as Zhao Chengming, and he is much older than them.

But Tan Yuansheng, who has a profound family background, rich experience, and long-term vision, is actually the most suitable for an official. "

"Han Qing thinks, how does he compare with Zhao Xiang?" Jiang Zhao asked lightly.

Han Xuan went to touch the hand of the chess piece, raised his eyes to look at her, and Jiang Zhao looked at him calmly.

"Thirty years ago, Zhao Xiang was not as good as Tan Yuansheng, and 30 years later, Tan Yuansheng will definitely be far better than Zhao Xiang."

"I understand."

Jiang Zhao took a breath, picked up the teacup and took a sip of scented tea slowly, said with a slight smile, "Jingzhou Tanjia has been a scholar for generations, and my ancestors were once prime ministers of the previous dynasty, but no one has been an official for a hundred years."

Han Xuan asked, "What does Your Majesty mean?"

Jiang Zhaodao: "If he is a virtuous minister, I would like to be Jin Anzong. If he is a traitor, I will be the abolished emperor of Jin."

Jin was the title of the previous dynasty, and now Dameng's country was snatched from the royal family of Jin.

Emperor Anzong of Jin was the Ming emperor of the former dynasty. In order to pay homage to the great Confucian Wei Feng, he waited for three months in the deep mountains and lush forests where Wei Feng lived in seclusion. Then he moved Wei Feng and went out to help him stabilize the world and solve the problem of Jin at that time. Internal and external troubles.

On the other hand, Emperor Abandoned of Jin hated literati for their arrogance. Whenever a courtier showed a little disrespect to him, he would be severely punished. Later, he even abolished and killed four prime ministers in succession, successfully making the position of the head of the literati a Hot potato.

Until the rebel army entered Beijing, the faint emperor was abolished, and the name of Jiangshan was changed.

The deposed emperor of Jin became the king of subjugation, was imprisoned until death, and was criticized by history books as useless.

When Jiang Zhao said that he wanted to be the emperor of Jin Dynasty, he naturally didn't want to become a foolish emperor like him. Compared with Emperor Anzong, what he wanted to express was his attitude towards capable ministers.

Han Xuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Tanhualang Zhao Chengming is from the Zhao family. If you say that you were just a little wary of him before, but after Concubine Zhao asked someone to slap Xie Jin, Jiang Zhao's hatred for the Zhao family rose to a new level.

She didn't want to mention Zhao Chengming, so she asked directly: "How is my second place?"

The second place in the list, Fang Chong, was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but the article was written extremely beautifully, not only with gorgeous words, but also with unique insights, and he was not restrained at all because of his poor background.

In all honesty, Fang Chongcai was Jiang Zhao's favorite candidate for the number one pick if he only looked at the exam questions.

"This son is definitely not something in the pool, he is a rare talent in a hundred years."

Speaking of Fang Chong, Han Xuan also got excited, almost full of praise for him.

"Whether it is in terms of talent or character, Fang Chong can be called a genius, but after all, he is still young and needs to be beaten in many aspects. I want him and Tan Yuansheng to achieve each other. If Tan Yuansheng can take the left The position of prime minister, the position of right prime minister, should also be something that Fang Chong can take on."

"Unfortunately, he has no intention of going to court."

Mentioning this, Han Xuan had a headache and sighed: "This is what I want to tell His Majesty this time. Fang Chong knew that His Majesty intended to let my ministers train him, but he told my ministers bluntly that he wanted to go back to his hometown to be a county magistrate."

"County magistrate?" Jiang Zhao frowned and said, "I don't want to be a first-rank prime minister, so I want to be a seventh-rank county magistrate?"

Han Xuan nodded, his helplessness was beyond words.