Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Jiang Zhiyi pulled Mu Qian's hand, which was covering his hand, behind his back.

Let Mu Qian put his arms around his waist.

Continue to massage Mu Qian's head.

One of them was standing and the other was sitting.

The person sitting down hugged the waist of the person standing up, with his cheek pressed against the chest of the standing boy.

A look of ease appeared on his tired face.

The candlelight flickered in the room, making the hall look particularly heavy.

The years are so peaceful at this moment.

Jiang Zhiyi used a unique technique when massaging, and Mu Qian actually felt drowsy in his arms.

The person fell asleep completely.

Jiang Zhiyi picked up the person and carried him to the bed.

He covered himself with a thin blanket, then got up to help Mu Qian with the official business.

Some important official documents were put together so that Mu Qian could see them immediately after getting up.

It won't waste time.

He copied down some less important points and placed them in a prominent place for Mu Qian.

All that long-winded chatter about the weather being nice and wishing His Majesty good health, or how I sent you fruit urgently, or how it was raining...

Greetings, announcements of bereavement, even reports of how many puppies his dog had given birth to...

Jiang Zhiyi helped to correct all of these.

Each one has wonderful comments.

I believe that next time they will not use these things to take up Mu Qian’s time.

After finishing the memorials, Jiang Zhiyi took off his coat and went to bed.

Mu Qian slept soundly.

Jiang Zhiyi kissed the corner of his eye then snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes.

When Mu Qian woke up before the morning court session, he couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep.

I haven't seen Ayi for several days. When Ayi came, he was actually asleep.

Why did you fall asleep?

Mu Qian felt extremely regretful and secretly slapped himself in the face.

"Brother, stop hitting me!" Jiang Zhiyi grabbed Mu Qian's hand that was about to hit him in the face.

She leaned into Mu Qian's arms sleepily, cupped his face with both hands, and blew on the place where Mu Qian had hit her with her pink lips:

“I feel bad.”

The boy's long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Sleepy eyes and slightly pouty lips.

Because when she slept, her face was buried in his arms, and her cheeks were slightly pink.

Very tempting.

Mu Qian could no longer bear the love in his heart and kissed her.

"Your Majesty, it's time for the morning court!" Little Li carefully reminded the two people in the tent.

The bed curtains swayed, and the ambiguous moans continued.

Mu Gan's hoarse and low voice rang out: "Excuse me."

I was planning to find a way to force Mu Qi to take action sooner.

He wanted to eliminate the dissidents in the court as soon as possible so that he could abdicate.

He didn't want to work such a life of slavery for even a single day.

The court officials were already in place in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, waiting for the emperor to arrive.

No matter how long I waited, the emperor still didn't show up.

While the court officials were discussing this, Little Li came to adjourn.

"Prime Minister Jiang, does the Emperor have a mistress? This is the second time he has withdrawn from court."

On the way out of the palace, the Imperial Censor whispered something to Jiang Zheng.

Not normal, absolutely not normal.

In the past, the emperor had to attend court even when he was sick.

In recent times, there have been two court boycotts.

And he was determined not to select concubines.

Abnormal, super abnormal.

Jiang Zheng touched his nose, feeling guilty.

Is my son so capable of execution?

Are you here to whisper in my ear?

Otherwise, given Mu Qian's personality, it would be impossible for him to dismiss the court.

But his face remained calm:

"You're overthinking it. The Emperor has been diligent and self-disciplined since he ascended the throne. He's probably been busy lately and reviewed the memorials lately.

Can't get up in the morning.

Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

Jiang Zheng started talking nonsense.

Anyway, no one should throw dirty water on him now.

"No, old man, you have changed!" The Imperial Censor looked Jiang Zheng up and down.

Shouldn’t I have cursed at him together before?

Why are you speaking well of the emperor this time?

"What are you changing about? As a court official, instead of sharing the emperor's worries, you spend all day gossiping like a woman. What's wrong with you?"

It was obvious that Jiang Zheng was not confident enough.

Before the Imperial Censor could say anything, Jiang Zheng saw General Cheng and went to talk to him with a smile.

Around noon, Mu Qian asked Jiang Zhiyi to leave the palace with a gift for Cheng Xiangxiang.

Cheng Xiao was touched again when she received the gift.

He had thought he and his child would be lonely.

No one will bless them.

It is even unacceptable to the world.

I didn’t expect there would be so many people who love to think.

He also thinks that he will be loved and pampered by his family.

"Thank you for your understanding." Cheng Xiao's voice was muffled.

Holding Cheng Xiangxiang, he was wrapped in happiness.

He is very satisfied with this situation now.

"Think about it, calling me uncle shouldn't be in vain.

Besides, I really like to think about it.

If I don’t pamper him, who else should I pamper?”

Jiang Zhiyi said.

He really loved this child whom he delivered himself.

The birth of a new life makes people full of hope for everything.

Cheng Xiangxiang is not only Cheng Xiao's hope, but also everything to Cheng Xiao.

Jiang Zhiyi kept going back and forth between the imperial palace, the prime minister's residence, and Cheng Xiao's courtyard.

Because he was worried about Cheng Xiao, he naturally spent less time in the palace to accompany Mu Qian.

Mu Qian has always been brooding over it. While training Mu Yian, he secretly pushes Mu Qi to take action quickly.

When Jiang Zheng received secret instructions from Mu Qian to pretend to support Mu Qi, Jiang Zheng began to ask his staff to write letters to Ling Tan'er pretending to be his eldest son.

Just do it as brainlessly as you can.

Anyway, he is deeply in love with Ling Tan'er and is willing to do anything for him.

Ling Tan'er was also proud of her charm and had been exchanging letters with Jiang Hanyi. She just didn't want to see Jiang Hanyi.

But I never thought it would be a trap.

Jiang Zheng would ask his staff to show some sincerity to Ling Tan'er from time to time.

Finally, half a year later, Mu Qi felt that everything was ready and launched a coup.

The atmosphere in the entire palace was extremely solemn, and both the guards and palace maids were in a hurry.

"Tan'er, after today, this world will be ours.

You will be my queen!"

Mu Qi, wearing golden armor, hugged Ling Tan'er excitedly.

As soon as he walked out of this door, their men would surround the entire palace.

If he takes Mu Qian's life, he will be the new emperor!

"Mu Qi, I'm a little worried." Ling Tan'er was uneasy.

She didn't know why she felt so anxious.

"My dear Tan'er, don't be nervous.

We have many supporters, including Prime Minister Jiang, the Cheng family, Duke Anguo, the Luo family...all of them are our supporters.

I promise you it's foolproof!"

After saying that, Mu Qi left with his sword.

Full of fighting spirit, he led his men and kicked open the door of the Qinzheng Hall with swords.

Mu Qian was reviewing memorials there, with Mu Yian standing next to him.

There was no sign of panic on either of them.

"Fifth brother, what are you doing?"

That calm and steady look made Mu Qi even more angry.

"My royal brother remains as calm as ever."

Mu Qi walked up to Mu Qian with a sword in hand.

The tip of the sword pointed at Mu Qian: "Or has my royal brother already realized that resistance is futile?"

The villain looks triumphant, as if he has already succeeded.