Zombie travels through time and space to become the empress, who only wants to be a jerk and not att

Xiao Yuanshuang had never dealt with anything like this before and his mind was in a mess.

Two countries at war... Two countries at war...

No matter what she said, she could not bear such a charge!

"How to do how to do?"

"Three princesses?"

Hearing Lord Pi's call, Xiao Yuanshuang held onto the chair and supported his body.

"The Second Prince is not here, Your Highness, please take care of yourself."

Xiao Yuanshuang raised her head and looked at Lord Pi, whose eyes were full of concern.

Yes.

And Xiao Yuanche, that waste, waste, should be put to use.

"Master Pi, thank you for writing a letter to my father. The second prince Xiao Yuanche secretly sent troops to provoke a war between Yunguo and Qingguo. The troops have been detained by Qingguo."

"Xiao Yuanche also attempted to murder the empress during the spring hunt. The evidence is irrefutable and he has been detained."

"This..." Lord Pi hesitated.

I just feel like everything is so confusing.

Why was the Second Prince imprisoned? Didn't His Majesty have a crush on him?

How could it be related to the murder of the empress?

"Go quickly. If it's too late, my father will know about the war first. I am a princess, so I can just reflect on my mistakes behind closed doors. But you, Lord Pi, will lose your head."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go right away."

Lord Pi immediately ran away trembling.

It’s hard to say anything else, but the war cannot be concealed. When the old emperor of Yue knows about it, he will definitely find someone to take the responsibility.

You are the best candidate.

Anyway, the second prince has entered the empress's harem and probably can't go back, so it's better to let him bear everything...

As soon as the letter was sent out, it appeared on Murong Anle's desk.

"Haha, your majesty is right. Family members are money."

"Seal it and send it away."

"Yes."

Murong Anle thought, this third princess is really a talented person.

The three hundred thousand taels of silver worth of grain that reached the border of Yun State was used as military rations by Huo Cheng on the spot.

Moreover, according to Murong Yue's instructions, Qing Kingdom's grain storage plan has begun to be implemented.

It seems that His Majesty has a fear of food shortage.

The person who was happiest about Li Xuanji's return was Murong Yue.

"Teacher, teacher!"

“Look what I wrote!”

She pointed to two lines of words on the rice paper: A wise bird chooses a tree to roost in, a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve.

The two characters "禽" and "事" have more strokes and are written much larger than the characters next to them.

Li Xuanji traveled all the way back under the stars, and when he saw the child, he felt relieved instantly.

He smiled and brushed off the dust on the corner of his clothes, "Your Majesty, do you know what these two sentences mean?"

Murong Yue raised her chin proudly, "I know!"

"If you hug your thighs incorrectly, you will end up kneeling!"

"The Master said so."

Well...

Li Xuanji chuckled.

I know that these words must not be the original words of the old scholar Meng Xueyi, and His Majesty must have been distracted by what he heard.

But this understanding is correct.

"I heard that Your Majesty will be the deputy examiner of this imperial examination?"

"Yeah," Murong Yue nodded vigorously, "You're back, you do it."

She had no other familiar people at the time.

I appointed myself.

Now that the teacher is back, I can continue to play badly.

Li Xuanji shook his head and said in a very gentle tone, "Your Majesty, I am the Imperial Master, and I cannot be the deputy examiner."

Ok.

Murong Yue turned around and put the matter behind her and continued to study with Li Xuanji.

Your Majesty is much more hardworking now than when he had just recovered from his illness, and Li Xuanji certainly couldn't ask for more.

Murong Yue went to court in the morning, went to school sometimes in the afternoon, and sometimes went to the street. But in the evening, she would study with Li Xuanji as usual.

The days passed very regularly.

This is in line with Murong Yue's plan.

Days without plans will make the little zombie feel uncomfortable. Days with plans are her comfort zone.

Yan Qinghe, who is far away at the border of Xia State, has been very nervous these days.

During the New Year, I received a reply from His Majesty, as well as a return gift and a portrait.

He placed the portrait under his pillow and took it out to look at it every day.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, looking at the cold moon in the sky, he probably lost his mind and actually wrote a letter to His Majesty under the influence of alcohol.

What did you write in the letter?

The next day his memory became blurred.

I couldn't ask this kind of thing directly, so I could only ask Wu Yi indirectly, what did I write to His Majesty?

Wu Yi's attitude was very correct, but what he said made people angry.

"General, how dare I look at you and your Majesty's wild geese?"

Wild Goose???

Fuck you!!!!

Yan Qinghe, who was always polite, used swear words for the first time.

Apart from patrolling, he also takes care of the wild rabbits.

"Hey, General, please don't feed these ancestors so much."

"When you die of fullness, what will you give to His Majesty?"

Wu Yi, who had just returned from spying on military intelligence, saw Yan Qinghe adding grass to the rabbits again and quickly stopped him.

Eight hundred times a day.

The rabbit was as fat as a piglet, and even the cook came to ask when the rabbit would be eaten.

Yan Qinghe paused, "Did I say I would send a rabbit to His Majesty?"

"Yes, you also asked His Majesty in your letter, is that okay?"

"Ah... uh..."

Wu Yi realized that he had spoken ill of him and tried to leave quickly, but was caught by Yan Qinghe.

"Have you read my letter to His Majesty?"

"No, no, no, how dare I?"

"Then how did you know that I was going to send a rabbit to His Majesty?" Yan Qinghe grabbed Wu Yi and refused to let go.

"oops!"

Wu Yi broke free and straightened his collar, saying, "General, not only do I know this, but all the soldiers who drank with me during the Lantern Festival also know this."

???

Yan Qinghe held his forehead with his hand, "What's going on?"

"I told you, the general can't hit me with a stick."

"explain."

Then, Wuyi vividly recreated the scene of that day.

The Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Double Ninth Festival and New Year's Day are the four days in a year when one can drink alcohol openly.

Yan Qinghe's drinking capacity is not as good as his level of leading troops in battle.

I can only say that it is quite satisfactory.

Normally, no one in the military camp dared to force him to drink.

But the general couldn't help but drink it.

Since receiving the reply letter during the New Year, Yan Qinghe has been in an indescribably good mood.

It is rare to drink during the Lantern Festival.

At that time, there were only a few lieutenant generals and Wu Yi in his yard, but no one else.

He didn't know what happened, but he drank two more cups, just two.

He became drunk.

"You also recited poetry to the moon."

Wu Yi looked at Yan Qinghe's expression carefully, coughed heavily, straightened his back, and imitated Yan Qinghe's tone.

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"On this beautiful night with a full moon..."

Wu Yi was a little speechless.

"Say!"

"On this beautiful night with a full moon, two hearts love each other and rejoice in each other..."

"I..." Yan Qinghe stuttered.

How could I be like this???

"Then you ordered me to take out paper and pen and write to His Majesty."

"Read one sentence, write one sentence, not only me, but also the lieutenant generals that day heard it."

Silence, long silence.

The veins on Yan Qinghe's forehead bulged.