After my mind was read, I became the emperor's favorite

Yes, Qi Mingze guessed right.

Yan Yingsu already knew that the current Qi Mingze was not her son, at least not in soul.

No mother would mistake the child she carried for ten months.

Yan Yingsu had a nightmare all night last night.

I dreamed that Ze'er's identity was discovered, and the master sent Ze'er to the Wu family, where his body was eventually disappeared.

He dreamed that he was divorced and the entire Yan family was executed.

The Wuwei Marquisate obtained all the property of the Yan family, but the one who had the last laugh was Qi Mingyao.

I dreamed that ten years later the Xialin Dynasty would be destroyed and the whole world would be plunged into endless war again.

Later, she dreamed that her own Ze'er came to say goodbye to her and asked her to believe in the current Qi Mingze, saying that he was the one who saved the world.

That was her child. She cried uncontrollably, but Ze'er still left.

After waking up, she was still in consciousness for a long time and could only ask Nanny Huang to invite Ze'er over and over again.

However, after Ze'er returned home, she didn't dare to see him, fearing that the dream was true and that her Ze'er was no longer there.

She was a woman who knew nothing, but she knew that her Ze'er would not harm her.

So Mingze is her child now, and she will love him as much as she loves Zeer!

She plans to go to the temple tomorrow to help Ze'er set up a memorial tablet and build an anonymous cenotaph. She will always pray for her three children.

On this side, Qi Mingze went to see Long Aotian as soon as he returned to his yard.

The puppy was placed in a warm quilt and was constantly sniffing something.

"Sir, I have been feeding the goat milk as you instructed. But it seems to be searching for something and refuses to fall asleep."

It has been two hours since Qi Mingze left home. During this time, Zhiqin has been guarding Long Aotian and did not dare to be negligent at all.

But she also knew that newborn animals were the most sleepy, and Long Aotian's condition was obviously not right.

"It's okay, go eat first."

"Yes, sir, I'll take my leave." Zhiqin called a second-class maid to come and guard, and went downstairs first.

Qi Mingze touched Long Aotian's forehead and encouraged him, "Not bad, you survived."

Seeing that its condition had stabilized, he took a silk handkerchief, sat down and cleaned the blood and dirt on its body bit by bit.

Long Aotian seemed to smell his scent and slowly stopped moving.

I obediently let him clean my hair and gradually fell asleep under his gentle caress.

After taking care of Long Aotian, Zhiqin also rushed back.

Qi Mingze said to Zhiqin, "Assign two people to guard in shifts.

Feed it some warm goat milk when it wakes up, and call me immediately if there is any emergency."

"Yes, son."

By the time Qi Mingze finished washing up and sat in the study, it was already 1:15 PM.

Only then did Qi Mingze have time to calm down and sort out his memories.

However, when he sorted out his memories, he didn't find anything unusual.

In summary, Qi Mingze's family situation is a biased father, a weak mother, a young sister and a broken self.

This is a must-have for the upgraded male protagonist at the beginning of his career. Unfortunately, this is the real world, not the author's creation.

So Qi Mingze's fate was tragic. In the ancient patriarchal feudal society, the word "filial piety" alone was enough to crush him.

As for the fact that this body was 18 years old, Z9587 refused to say it, and it was not convenient to ask his mother, so he had to find an opportunity to test his cousin.

Let’s put this issue aside for now and deal with the follow-up of disaster relief first.

At this moment, there was movement in the consciousness space, [System?]

[Host, I'm back. 】

In fact, the system never left, it just shut down for a while to avoid the host's questioning.

Now that he saw that the host seemed fine, he pretended to come back.

Didn't the host notice? No, Qi Mingze knew his situation.

No matter what, the longer it can be concealed, the better. The system instantly adopted the ostrich mentality.

[Host, are you writing a novel? ]

[No, I'm writing an autobiography for Prime Minister Zhang Jianzhi and I'm also adding some personal opinions.]

Qi Mingze was multitasking, talking to the system while writing furiously.

There are tens of thousands of words on this thing, and when the time comes, we have to convert the fonts, make it look old, and find a way to hand it over to the emperor. This is a huge project.

Fortunately, the person who will deliver the books and the method of delivering the books have been decided, so we just have to wait for the items to be completed.

No one else can do this for you.

[A fountain pen is still better.] It’s not that he can’t do it, but his body is too fragile.

Later I have to write in the air and imitate with notes, which is really hard mode.

I really don’t know how the original owner managed to survive those nine days of scientific expedition.

Qi Mingze felt that he should make a comeback. Even lying down required a good body, and his body from his previous life was still very strong.

Of course it is impossible to do morning exercises, not in this life. But isn’t it nice to sleep in? So I might as well do some night exercises.

[Host, isn't a computer better? A fast typist can finish this in a few hours.]

Like me, I can get the existing information for you in seconds.

The purpose of the system is to boast, and it believes that the host is so smart that it will definitely understand what it means.

[Don't compare impossible things, but you can give the fountain pen a try.] Qi Mingze understood but was too lazy to pay attention to it.

[System, do you have Zhang Jianzhi's notes in your database?] If not, he would go look for them.

Otherwise, if the secret is exposed, the emperor will have to search high and low for the person responsible.

No matter how perfect a plan is, there will always be flaws, and he can't use the tactic of killing to silence people.

If someone accidentally picks up an authentic work, they will just hide it away. After all, everyone knows that the dead cannot be resurrected.

If a fake one comes out and the content is shocking, then we must definitely find the author.

He doesn't want to become a victim of political struggle, so he'd better stay safe and develop first.

[I'll look for this.] The system looks for memory.

During this period, Qi Mingze's calligraphy has evolved from the original owner's regular script, to running script, and then to cursive script.

If he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to see clearly and it would affect his speed, he would have just started writing cursive calligraphy.

[Found it, there are more than a dozen.] The system quickly displayed the books side by side on the big screen.

[Okay, keep it for me.]

Zhang Jianzhi was a person he specially selected. He was upright and strict in his official duties, and free and easy in his personal life.

He loved leaving behind his calligraphy and was not reluctant to give it to others.

The fonts can be varied and used as you wish, and as long as the aging technique is in place, it will basically not be suspected.

"Sir, it's already midnight. If you don't rest, you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Qi Yan knocked on the door and advised.

Qi Mingze has always been the type of person who gets so engrossed in watching that he doesn't care about time.

Sometimes I can stay awake all night, and then I got a serious illness.

All the maids and servants in Shuixieju would pay attention to the time and remind their masters not to harm their bodies too much.

"Well, I'm going to bed soon, you go down first."

"Yes, son."

Qi Mingze looked at the half-written article and decided to continue tomorrow.

He collected the manuscripts and hid them all in the secret compartment of the secret room, then returned to his room to rest.

[System, I feel so desperate thinking about going to work at 7 o'clock tomorrow.]

Qi Mingze especially misses the days of working from nine to five.

In my previous life, the professor was a person who went to work from 9 am to 5 pm and would never work overtime if he could avoid it.

It’s not that others don’t want to involve him, but that he is too efficient.

It's just eight hours, and there's a two-hour break in between. The results of just six hours are more reliable than what others can achieve in four or five days.

He couldn't roll it up, absolutely couldn't roll it up, and his colleagues had to thank him for showing mercy.

[Host, the morning meeting starts at 5:00. Compare and see if you feel comforted.]

[Good night, I have to cherish these few hours of sleep.] Qi Mingze instantly entered sage mode, and the system stopped disturbing him.

However, what Qi Mingze never expected was that a black shadow entered his study and quickly came out, flying towards the palace.

"Your Majesty," Ying Yi presented the pile of papers in his hand.

After Jun Linyuan read it, his eyes lit up with surprise. He copied a copy overnight and sent his shadow guard to return the original.

"Yingyi, the ten of you will protect Qi Mingze from now on."

It is called protection but it is actually surveillance. Those who understand will understand.

If Qi Mingze were here at this moment, he would have discovered it.

There were two piles of papers on the imperial desk, one was his autobiography as Prime Minister Zhang and his disaster relief plan, and the other was the text that appeared on the system screen.

【Small Theater:

Qi Mingze, who discovered this later, stared at these people with tears in his eyes: "If I had known, I would have just given it to you directly. Why did I waste so much brain cells and go through so many steps?"

Jun Linyuan smiled secretly, but said, "My dear, this is the testimony of our love."