I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

The dandy of the only son of the right minister is much more terrifying than them.

But then again, this is indeed an excellent opportunity to die.

And it doesn't delay the assassination of Twelve Nights Red Moon Assassin.

After all, before this, Zhengzhou had told Yu Jurong that he would be in Hualiu Alley every afternoon.

Do both together for better results.

Zhengzhou cannot miss this opportunity.

Therefore, Zheng Zhou lightly tapped the huanghuali wooden table and said: "It's not impossible, it's just that your father and my father cannot know about this matter. If it is impossible, I will never agree to you."

Zhao Ju'er nodded, "Of course, I didn't want them to know from the beginning."

A sneaky and secretive feeling emerged in Zhao Ju'er's heart.

"Okay, then I'll accompany you for a while." Zheng Zhou said lightly, ready to leave.

Zhao Ju'er jumped off the chair briskly: "Mr. Zheng is not in a hurry, I still have to make some preparations."

Zheng Zhou nodded in agreement, God knows whether Zhao Juer will have a chance to see him again tomorrow morning.

"I think the most urgent thing now is to give our group a name." Zhao Ju'er fluttered her big eyes, as if there were stars in them.

Zhengzhou got up and opened the door: "Housekeeper, see off the guests."

Zhao Ju'er left unwillingly.

The opportunity was rare, and she was afraid that Zhengzhou would refuse again, so she resisted the urge to name the group and returned to the deep palace.

As soon as she left, Mo Jie walked in excitedly: "Master, I don't think this matter is right."

Zheng Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Are you eavesdropping?"

Mo Jie hurriedly knelt down: "I just heard something."

"Master, I'm also doing it for your own good. You must know that there is a huge gap between Xianmen and ordinary people. You are in a dangerous situation and you have no ability to protect yourself. You may become a burden to the young princess."

Zhengzhou: "If you are sincerely doing what is best for me, then stop talking about it."

"I ask you, who is she?"

Mo Jie replied: "Young Princess of the Great Song Dynasty, the real person of Yan Tianzong."

Zheng Zhou got up and paced back and forth, "That's right, since I promised him, you want me to go back on my word, why don't you go to the Golden Luan Hall and ask Zhao Xin about the fate of lying to his daughter?"

Mo Jie shut up immediately, he had nothing to say.

As long as Zhao Xin is involved in this matter, there is absolutely no room for change.

Even if he was full of courage, he would not dare to do what Zhengzhou said.

"If that's the case...then you have to make some preparations." Mo Jie said thoughtfully, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the ancient paintings and Langhao brushes in Zhengzhou's room, as well as chessboards, inkstones and other things.

These things are all real Confucian tools.

Zheng Linyuan once reminded him that if the young master wants to leave the house, it is best to bring these things with him.

Believe me, you are absolutely right!

Mo Jie immediately said firmly: "My subordinates understand that the young master wants to help the young princess, but you must bring something for self-defense, otherwise, even if you risk your life, I will tell the master about it."

Zhengzhou: Can I refuse?

Looking at Mo Jie's firm eyes, Zheng Zhou understood that it was impossible to refuse.

If he refused, Mo Jie would definitely do everything possible to tell Zheng Linyuan about it.

At that time, it will be difficult to deal with.

"Tell me, what do you want to bring?" Zhengzhou asked.

Mo Jie clasped his fists: "This subordinate has exceeded the rules, please forgive me, young master."

Done.

Mo Jie came to the ancient painting that had not been hung for a long time: "I have to take this painting."

"This inkstone is also indispensable."

"Hey? This chessboard is quite hard, it should be able to withstand a sword."

"This wolf hair brush is quite extraordinary. It has a unique and elegant shape. It is also good to hang around your waist."

Zhengzhou: "???"

Mo Jie wants me to move?

At the same time, Zhengzhou is still a little relieved, what is there to be afraid of with these?

It's not armor and weapons.

Just be silly, it's better than never die.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhengzhou said helplessly.

Mo Jie turned his head and smiled, revealing two big dies like rabbits.

At this moment, Zhengzhou finally understands the reason why Mo Jie keeps quiet.

The way he smiles is really not lethal.

What's the matter with being a little cute?

That's it.

It was a lonely night, and I could only resolve the loneliness by searching for some original memories of Zhengzhou.

Early morning hours.

Zhao Juer arrived at the prime minister's mansion on time.

The small buckskin bag at the waist is gone, and she has also changed into a rather capable black dress, with black silk tied behind her head, and her bright shape makes her look even more iron-handed.

And the face is still chubby, which makes Zhengzhou have the urge to rub and look at it.

"Mr. Zheng." Zhao Ju'er lifted her face and smiled with narrowed eyes.