Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The Minister of War was standing a hundred meters away from the tent, looking at the quiet tent with a frown on his face, showing some worry in his heart.

According to His Majesty's wishes, he had discussed with the Minister of Revenue to cut expenditures to a certain extent, but he did not expect that it would cause unrest in the military camp outside the imperial city.

At this moment, a group of officers and soldiers rushed out like a tide and stood on both sides. Xiao Huanzhi, wearing a black cloak, walked out from the middle. Meeting his half-smiling gaze, the face of the Minister of War suddenly changed.

How did the Regent get alerted so quickly?

"Greetings, Your Majesty... I wonder why Your Majesty is here?"

Xiao Huanzhi raised his lips slightly and said leisurely, "Why did Lord Shangshu come here? That's why I came here... Lord Shangshu, are you thinking of moving to a new place? How dare you withhold military pay, causing the barracks to almost mutiny... Come on, take Lord Shangshu away!"

The Minister of War's face changed drastically when he heard this. He didn't expect that the Regent would not give him any face at all and directly wanted to arrest him to appease the people.

As Xiao Huanzhi waved his hand lightly, a group of soldiers stepped forward and surrounded the Minister of War and his attendants.

When the generals around saw this, some had complicated expressions while others looked happy.

But no one knew that Xiao Huanzhi did this just to take the opportunity to show his affection to a certain girl.

In the next two days, Xiao Huanzhi tried to balance and appease the court while secretly sending people to look for Zhu Baishao.

While in Zhuxingju, Zhu Baishao and Wen Yan would discuss how to deal with the Minister of Rites when Bitao was away.

They also knew that the Minister of War was imprisoned. Zhu Baishao really didn't expect that Xiao Huanzhi would act faster than her.

At today's court meeting, after being criticized by civil and military officials, the Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue were both suspended from their posts pending investigation.

Zhu Baishao planned to get rid of the Minister of War at night.

Wen Yan thought about more, such as why Zhu Baishao hid when she saw Xiao Huanzhi, the marks behind her ears, and her complicated eyes when he mentioned Xiao Huanzhi...

In addition, when playing chess with him yesterday, Xiao Huanzhi asked unintentionally, "Brother Wen, why do you think of a woman from time to time?"

There is also the transfer of the secret guards in the palace...

Wen Yan had a guess in his mind that he didn't want to believe. He hesitated several times but couldn't ask it out loud.

"...According to the Minister of Rites' custom, he will bring his family to the Jinhua Temple outside the Imperial City to burn incense and pray for blessings in three days. If we want to take action, it would be best to do so in the Jinhua Temple..."

Wen Yan suppressed his thoughts, put the maps he had collected on the table, and began to analyze the layout of Jinhua Temple with Zhu Baishao and discuss the plan of action.

……

It was a dark night, and the late spring breeze blew the peach tree in the courtyard, blowing off the few remaining peach petals on it, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed with it.

At this time, Zhu Baishao came out of Zhuxingju in a black robe.

With the guidance of the system, she easily found the residence of the Minister of War. The defense was tighter than that of the Prime Minister's Mansion, so it took her some effort.

Zhu Baishao headed towards the backyard, but halfway there she saw a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure wiping her tears as she walked. A maidservant followed her and whispered to her, "Madam, the master has been suspended from his post, and he is in a bad mood, so he got angry with you. Please don't take it to heart..."

The beautiful woman threw the handkerchief in her hand and said angrily, "He is in a bad mood, and I am in a bad mood too! He climbed up by relying on my family's connections, and he still treats me badly. I think it's better for him not to be the Shangshu!"

"Madam, this is not something you can talk about..." The maid looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one. "The master is always very kind to you, Madam."

"Hmph, never mind. If he wants to sleep in the study, let him sleep there..."

As the master and servant walked away, Zhu Baishao followed the same path they came from.

In the study, the Minister of War was sitting behind the desk with a gloomy face, reading the letter sent to him by the Prime Minister. His hands were shaking slightly, and he slammed the letter on the desk.

"What a good way to wait for the right opportunity! What a bunch of mud pigs and mangy dogs who take advantage of the situation!!"

He stood up and paced in front of the table, his eyes thoughtful, "No, I can't turn against him yet..."

The Minister of War suddenly changed his mind, picked up the ink and wrote a letter, calling out, "Come here!"

The wooden door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

Footsteps were heard, and then they came closer and closer, but there was no other sound besides the footsteps.

The Minister of War, who was gently blowing dry the words, noticed something was wrong. He looked up suddenly and saw Zhu Baishao in a black robe.

Suddenly my heart trembled.

He glanced at the wide-open study door and knew that the servants outside were in danger. He did not shout, but frowned and asked, "Who sent you?"

Zhu Baishao took off her mask and revealed her true face.

Seeing the beautiful woman in front of him, the Minister of War frowned even more tightly, "Who are you?"

"The people who came to kill you."

"My name is Zhu Baishao. When you exterminated the Zhu family ten years ago, you should have been prepared for retribution..."

Zhu Baishao didn't want to be like other villains, who said a lot of harsh words and then were overturned, so she decided to say less.

He walked forward slowly, ignoring the sudden change in the Minister of War's expression, and continued: "I think it would be better for you to leave a suicide note, list your evil deeds, and then hang yourself..."

[Enchantress's Lipstick: 3 points. After applying the lipstick, as long as you say "I feel...", people who see you will obey you. The time limit is 15 minutes. It is available in all planes. It is a consumable item.]

The Minister of War's expression gradually became a little dazed. He put down the letter he had been writing and began to write again.

Zhu Baishao picked up the letter he had written before and scanned it. As she expected, it was a letter of submissive and spineless flattery to the Prime Minister.

She placed the letter on the candle flame, watching a corner of the letter being ignited by the flame, and then the whole letter burning. When it was about to burn her fingertips, she threw the letter away.

After the Minister of War finished writing, he tore down a piece of curtain from the eaves and hung it on the beam. He then moved a stool, tied a knot in the curtain, hung his head on it, and kicked away the stool.

By this time, fifteen minutes had passed and he had regained consciousness.

His face turned red, his legs kicked weakly, and his arms tried to grab the rope around his neck, but he obviously did not have that much strength, and after struggling for a long time, his face turned more and more blue and purple.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Zhu Baishao put on his mask, turned around and evacuated quickly.

[Host, the son of luck is outside.] The system suddenly reminded.

Zhu Baishao raised an eyebrow. Xiao Huanzhi was outside? What was he doing outside the residence of the Minister of War? Was he waiting for her?

A new version of “sitting back and waiting”?

However, she did not hide, but pretended not to know, and went out along the previous path. When her body climbed over the high wall, she fell into Xiao Huanzhi's arms as expected.

Xiao Huan placed one hand on her shoulder and the other hand around her slender waist, which was so thin that it could be held in one hand, filling his heart with warmth and fragrance.