After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Zhong Ning succeeded in stealing the fragrance, and was finally satisfied. "It's getting late, you should take good care of yourself. I will go back first..."

After saying that, he reluctantly let go of the soft hand and left, looking back every few steps. His figure jumped lightly and disappeared into the dark night.

Gu Mingzhe finally came back to his senses. He stood in front of the window, looking into the distance at the place where the beautiful figure disappeared, and his heart seemed to be empty.

Thinking back to Zhong Ning's teasing behavior when he was sick, Gu Mingzhe tightened his grip on the window frame...

He must recover from his illness in time, take part in the Spring Examination, and win the first place!

Only then will he be able to truly go and fight back!

When Gu Mingzhe thought of this, a smile appeared on his face. He was about to lie back on the couch and continue to rest, but he saw his younger brother standing not far away, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Gu Mingzhe's body paused slightly, and then he thought to himself that his younger brother should not have seen anything just now.

He walked over as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "It's so late, why are you here?"

Gu Mingcheng blushed slightly and replied hesitantly, "The teacher stayed late today, and I wrote two more pages of calligraphy. I wanted to come and see Big Brother before going to bed, but I found the servant at the door asleep... I was worried that Big Brother might be in trouble, so... I rushed in."

"Brother, what were you doing just now?" Gu Mingcheng asked bluntly. He was only 12 years old this year, and his father placed his hopes for the family's revitalization on him, so he disciplined him even more strictly.

Mrs. Du strictly managed the servants in his courtyard. They were all ordinary maids and old nannies. She kept the courtyard very tightly under control, so he knew little common sense outside of books.

Gu Mingzhe put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, explaining, "You also know that my eldest brother's fiancée is Princess Zhaohua. Her Royal Highness was worried about my eldest brother's condition and came to diagnose him..."

Then he remembered that the princess was under house arrest, and immediately said, "It's not easy to spread the news of my meeting with the princess. Do you understand?"

Gu Mingcheng tilted his head. Is this how you diagnose a disease? Don't doctors usually just take your pulse?

But he always believed in his elder brother's words.

Since my elder brother said so, it must be a diagnosis.

He nodded solemnly. Her Royal Highness the Princess had such a unique way of diagnosing illnesses, so his elder brother would surely recover soon.

Gu Mingzhe patted his little head and said gently, "It's late, go back and rest!"

Gu Mingcheng turned around and went back to his room obediently.

Gu Mingzhe just thought that today's incident had finally been dealt with.

However, the next day, after the doctor had taken the eldest son's pulse and diagnosed his condition, he said that his condition was improving rapidly and that he would be cured after taking two more doses of medicine.

Delighted, Mrs. Du praised him as a miracle doctor repeatedly and gave him a big red envelope.

After the doctor left, Gu Mingcheng said in dissatisfaction, "Mom, you thanked the wrong person... That person is not a miracle doctor..."

Mrs. Du turned around and angrily shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you go to school quickly?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. He's not a miracle doctor. My brother was clearly cured by Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

Gu Mingcheng was so anxious to explain himself that he directly said the words "Her Royal Highness the Princess". After realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he quickly covered his mouth, lowered his head and was about to rush out.

Fortunately, Prime Minister Gu had foresight and anticipated Gu Mingcheng's actions. He grabbed Gu Mingcheng's clothes from behind and said in a cold and resounding voice, "Say what you just said again!"

Gu Mingcheng covered his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, refusing to say another word.

Gu Xiang looked at Gu Mingzhe, who was half lying on the bed and had just finished drinking the medicine soup. He saw Gu Mingzhe picking up a candied fruit in one hand and lightly covering his chest with the other hand. He paused in mid-air, his face flushed with shame, not knowing how to react.

After a long time, he pretended to be calm and put the candied fruit into his mouth. His fingers unconsciously pulled up the quilt and he crawled in little by little like a little hamster.

Seeing how useless he was, Prime Minister Gu knew what he was talking about. He pointed at Gu Mingzhe with a look of disappointment on his face.

"I taught you so much in the past, yet you became like this. You're just a woman, yet you can control me like this!"

"Forget it," Minister Gu angrily flung his official robes, his voice savage. "Originally I wanted to wait and see for a while, but now let's see. If Princess Zhaohua still insists on investigating this case, I will pay more attention to it."

Gu Mingzhe poked his little head out from under the quilt again and said softly, "Thank you, father. Your Highness is isolated and helpless in the court. I hope you will help him out for my sake..."

"You..." Gu Xiang swallowed his bitterness and pretended that he didn't see his naive look. His son should have been a handsome young man, so why did he become like this when he met Princess Zhaohua?

Minister Gu glared at Gu Mingzhe angrily, which inevitably brought up Madam Du. Madam Du immediately frowned coldly, "Is this son mine alone?"

Gu Xiang gave up on the spot. It was nothing. The lady looked best when she was acting coquettishly.

Gu Mingcheng didn't understand what was going on. He just stared at Gu Mingzhe for a long time before saying, "Brother, why are you always holding your neck? Do you need the princess to diagnose you again?"

Gu Mingzhe:.......

Except for Gu Mingcheng and Gu Mingxi, the other old couples present understood on the spot. Prime Minister Gu's face turned red. He glanced at Mrs. Du, suggesting that she should learn more from the young people, and then left with satisfaction.

Mrs. Du's face flushed slightly, and she spat at the background of Gu Xiang, cursing angrily: "Shameless old man... I won't give it to you..."

Gu Mingcheng tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Mom, why is Dad no longer ashamed?"

Gu Mingxi quickly covered his little mouth and dragged him away.

Mrs. Du coughed lightly, "Son, well, you should have a good rest... After you have rested, hurry up and study. Don't let the princess down..."

Gu Mingzhe buried his head in the quilt and replied in a muffled voice: "Um... yes..."

.......

On Fang Ping's side, after learning about the Dark Chamber's manpower and multiple intelligence reports, he sorted and analyzed them for several days with a look of shock on his face before he finally completed the layout of the information that could be published in the newspaper.

He also recruited several poor students to be responsible for writing articles, and carefully polished the information, especially the exaggeration of the Fangyuan incident, to make sure that everyone who reads the newspaper can see the truth!

If Zhong Ning wants to enter the court, he must take advantage of this favorable situation and win the hearts of the people and students, so as to build up momentum.

Let the world see that Princess Zhaohua is fighting against the entire palace and half of the court officials on her own!

Princess Zhaohua really wants to do something practical for the people.

Since Zhong Ning wanted to promote some reforms before leaving, he was willing to be the driving force behind the scenes and push her all the way to a high position.

Even the emperor couldn't easily take action against her.

Fang Ping was originally a figure in the entertainment industry in modern times and knew very well how to use information to create momentum.

He personally handled the Fangyuan matter.

He wrote the entire article in an easy-to-understand and appealing way, and he chose the title himself, three in a row.

(In order to fulfill my promise to you, I've been writing like crazy these past two days. I used to write 4000 words a day easily, but these past two days I've exceeded the target by words. I need to take a break. I'll challenge you again after I've rested myself in two days!)