In the palace, Zheng Cheng was heard reporting that Texue went crazy because he accidentally took strong drugs.
The emperor was at his desk reviewing the memorial. He snorted coldly without raising his head after hearing the words:
"Accidentally eaten? Chengye has loved horses since he was a child and has raised countless good horses. He will never make such a mistake. The one who can do such a thing is either the prince or Cheng Yao. What does the imperial doctor say after seeing the prince?"
Zheng Cheng: "It is said that His Highness the Crown Prince was shocked and needs to be recuperated for two days."
Emperor: "Since the prince is frightened, it would be best if he rests in his palace for now and does not have to come to court."
As he spoke, the emperor put down the pen in his hand, squinted his eyes and turned his stiff neck:
"I am really getting old, and my health is getting worse and worse."
Zheng Cheng stepped forward, squeezed the emperor's shoulders and said softly:
"The Queen Mother is not considered old, so how can you be old? Your Majesty is working very hard on state affairs and is just too tired."
The emperor smiled and scolded: "You old guy, your mouth is getting more cunning."
The emperor, who felt comfortable under Zheng Cheng's technique, closed his eyes and raised his head and said:
"Cheng Yao has not returned to the court because of matters related to the Ministry of Punishment. The Crown Prince and Cheng Ye have recently been arguing in the court over the position of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. The chaos in the court has been chaotic, and they have been making small moves in private. I asked the prince to rest. In order to prevent Chengye's family from becoming the dominant one, he and Cheng Yao will try their best to return to the court in a few days."
"Your Majesty is far-sighted. One more little thing. Xiang Heng said that the owner of the Evernight Store that Grand Master often goes to showed his skills in order to save people at the racecourse today. He seems to be extremely skilled, but deliberately hides his clumsiness in front of others."
The emperor frowned and said, "I remember that you sent someone to that teahouse and reported that the boss had martial arts skills."
"Your Majesty has a good memory. The person he sent was named Lu Chun, and he did report back. It's just that what Lu Chun was investigating was that the boss had some skills, but he didn't know he was so good."
"I heard that Xiang Heng was not sure, so I'll try it out if I have a chance. I'm really very skilled in martial arts..."
Having said this, the emperor raised his eyelids slightly:
"If you have no ulterior motives, it's best to keep it for your own use. Otherwise, just get rid of it silently."
In the carriage of the Duke of Qin's mansion.
When Qin Zongliang came out of the Prince's Mansion, he closed his eyes and remained silent. Although his expression was as usual, Xue Ren, who had followed Qin Zongliang for many years, could still detect Qin Zongliang's impatience and irritability at this moment.
Feeling Xue Ren's tentative peeks, Qin Zongliang said in a low voice:
"Speak up if you have something to say."
Glancing at Qin Zongliang's closed eyes, Xue Ren said respectfully:
"My subordinates discovered that Zheng Xiangheng seems to be good at martial arts."
Qin Zongliang opened his eyes when he heard this: "He knows martial arts?"
"Yes, today at the racecourse, when King Qin's horse went crazy, the first thing it hit was not His Highness the Crown Prince's horse, but Zheng Xiangheng's horse. Zheng Xiangheng cleverly avoided it, and the horse's hoof fell on His Highness the Crown Prince's horse. If it hadn't been for my subordinates. I kept an eye on Zhao Jin and deliberately stayed in the back position, but I still couldn’t find him.”
Qin Zongliang hesitated for a moment, then slowly smiled:
"It's interesting. Everyone knows that Mr. Zheng Ge, the eldest grandson, was frail when he was young and had to be raised in the house for more than ten years before he was well enough to leave the house. When talking about him, all they know is that he inherited Mr. Zheng Ge's wonderful writing skills. Who would have thought that He is actually a practicing master."
"He does seem to be a frail scholar with a lot of talent. I have never doubted it after meeting him many times. I still think it was a coincidence that I saw him today. After thinking about it carefully, if he hadn't sensed it, he wouldn't have avoided it so conveniently."
Qin Zongliang's smile widened again:
"There are really not many people who can deceive me. This is what makes it fun."
