Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

The secret room of Zixiang Palace.

"Master, there's a letter." Yuan Ri took out a sealed letter from his arms and carefully placed it in front of Mu Lanxun.

There were only three words in the letter: Yes, half a month.

He breathed a sigh of relief, finally making some progress.

"Have Kang Jue keep a careful eye on Feng Tianxu. Also, expand the secret room a bit in the next few days and have the masters come as soon as possible."

His mother arranged for him to have several masters to teach him the various cultural qualities he should master, as well as martial arts, riding and archery.

Now it seems that he needs to master as much as possible as soon as possible.

As soon as Feng Linshang returned home from the morning court, he rushed to Feng Tianxu's room. The kid was being stubborn and refused to let the doctor see his injuries, saying that just prescribe some medicine would be enough. How could he prescribe medicine without examining his injuries?

I felt uncomfortable all over because of Qi Zhaodi's teasing look in the morning, and I was still uncomfortable when I got home.

"Prime Minister, the emperor has given an oral order." The servant beside him reported in a low voice.

Oral instructions? Why didn't Your Majesty say anything when you left the court?

He frowned and asked, "What instruction?"

"He said that the young lady was asked to go to the palace because His Majesty wants to question her." The servant replied.

Your Majesty wants to see Xier? Why? About hunting? Or because Xier looks like...

"Prime Minister, Eunuch Ford is still waiting in the front hall."

What? Eunuch Fu is still waiting?

The Prime Minister turned around, and just as he approached Qingxi Garden, he twisted his toes and ran towards Lanshang Garden.

After a whole morning of chaos, Feng Xili finally stood in front of Emperor Qi Zhao an hour later.

Perhaps she had only seen the so-called Emperor on TV, so she was not overly nervous. After performing the kneeling ceremony, she remembered her father's teachings and stood there quietly with her head lowered.

She secretly glanced upwards. Emperor Qi Zhao looked like a young man, said to be only 32 years old. He was in his prime years, but he had been on the throne for 14 years. He should have become an old fox, right?

He lowered his brows and looked at the contents of the memorial. His long eyelashes hardly moved, his eyes were calm, his nose was straight and upturned, and the corners of his mouth were turned down. He did not look very happy.

"Come closer and let me see." Emperor Qi Zhao was busy reviewing memorials and didn't even raise his head.

She had no choice but to step forward. She didn't even dare to glance at the memorial spread out on the table. She took two steps forward with her eyes closed.

"Closer."

Two more steps.

"Can't see clearly."

Feng Xili closed her eyes and wondered, is this Emperor Qi Zhao shortsighted?

Just as she was thinking, the leg she stretched out kicked the table leg. She screamed in pain and opened her eyes, and found that she was almost standing in front of Qi Zhaodi's face.

She hurriedly took two steps back and knelt down, her face filled with fear: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I did not mean to offend you."

Qi Zhao smiled casually, which was not as calm and steady as people said. However, he was also generous and not pretentious. As a concubine's son, he was already very good.

"No need to be so formal. I heard that your life has been quite exciting and enjoyable lately. Why not tell me about it?" He put away the memorial, took another sip of tea, and leaned back in his chair, looking like he wanted to hear a story.

Feng Xili was speechless. Is this emperor so idle that he has nothing to do?

She could only think about it while picking and choosing some unimportant things to talk about. Mu Mu didn't dare to mention it too much, so she could only focus on the tea and banquet, and mentioned other things in just a few sentences.

After hearing what she said, she felt like half of her brain cells had died. She wasn't even this tired when she took the college entrance examination.

"Well, it's quite interesting. The Yifeng tea sent by Yiling Kingdom some time ago tastes good. You can try it." Emperor Qi Zhao showed no emotion and gestured for her to taste the tea.

What do you mean? Why won't she leave? What are you drinking tea for?

She lowered her head and rolled her eyes, then was helplessly taken aside to have tea.

Before noon, the news that Feng Xili was summoned by Emperor Qi Zhao spread throughout the inner court of the imperial palace, and His Majesty even invited her to have lunch.

In an instant, gusts of cold wind blew secretly in the front and back yards of the palace.

What's going on? His Majesty met a young lady of that status, not only did he say anything, but he also invited her to have lunch?

All these abnormalities caused the concubines in the harem to make wild guesses. Since the death of Concubine An three years ago, His Majesty had not paid so much attention to any other woman.

While Feng Xili was drinking tea and eating snacks, various movements began in the unknown and private corners of the harem.

After hearing the eunuch's whisper, Emperor Qi Zhao smiled grimly.

"Order for meal." After saying that, he went to the side hall next door to change his clothes.

When Qi Zhao appeared wearing a more comfortable ginger-colored robe, Feng Xili was standing by the table staring at the table full of delicacies.

What on earth is this dog emperor trying to do?

You didn't scare yourself to death, but now you want to choke yourself to death?

After Emperor Qi Zhao sat down, he looked up at Feng Xili, who looked constipated, and a smile finally flashed in his eyes, "Sit down and have your meal."

Then she was assigned a seat, handed a bowl and chopsticks, and had a delicious meal that tasted like chewing wax due to indigestion.

Throughout the afternoon, many ministers came and went in the Imperial Study, giving various reports and responses to Emperor Qi Zhao, and then bowing their heads to accept His Majesty's constant praise and scolding.

Feng Xili was arranged in a side hall. The ministers coming in and out could vaguely see a figure through the screen. There was a secretive look in each of their eyes. They lowered their heads and came and went in a hurry.

It was not until dinnertime that Emperor Qi Zhao said, "Miss Feng is very straightforward and interesting. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."

Feng Xili's eyes lit up with surprise after hearing the first half of the sentence. Can we go now?

The second half of the sentence directly gave her a death sentence. She has to come again tomorrow?

Seeing the displeasure dancing in her eyes, Qi Zhao pretended to be puzzled: "Miss Feng, do you have anything important to do tomorrow?"

Whose important matters can be as important as yours?

She gritted her teeth and smiled respectfully, "No, it's nothing important."

Watching Feng Xili being taken away by the palace maid, Emperor Qi Zhao looked at the nine-linked chain that had been untied in the basket beside him with fiery eyes.

"Let's go to the library." He turned and walked quickly to the other side.

As soon as she opened the door, Feng Xili was pulled into someone's arms. Her mood, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed at this moment.

"Are you okay, sister?" Mu Lanxun's eyes flashed with an obscure light. Was Emperor Qi Zhao's arrangement today to use his sister to lure out the hidden threads in the palace?

Then why are you targeting my sister?

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." She leaned in Mu Lanxun's arms, her ear against his chest. Listening to the steady and strong heartbeat, she fell asleep instantly.

Mu Lanxun looked at the head drooping on her chest in surprise. She was so tired? Did Emperor Qi Zhao let her do hard labor for a whole day?

Ever since his sister said she was going to leave for a while and walked away, he felt as if something was constantly pushing him. He and his sister hadn't sat down and had a good chat for a long time.

It seems that there is no chance tonight. His sister is sleeping so soundly that he really can't bear to wake her up.

But the opportunity to hug her like this was also rare, so he carefully picked her up, walked to the soft couch by the window, and leaned on it with her clothes on.

The gentle breeze from the window blew the hair on their foreheads. He slowly opened his eyes. The peaceful time at this moment made him feel like he was bewitched and couldn't extricate himself.

"Tianxu... come back, Tianxu..." Feng Xili kept mumbling in her sleep with a frown on her face full of pain, and a bright red color appeared at the corner of her mouth.