Chapter one hundred and twenty-nine

Anping Yanxuan suddenly woke up with a start. In the darkness, he propped up and shouted, "Someone!" The sound of the door being pushed open, the fine footsteps of the palace attendants, and the friction of clusters of cloth are particularly clear in the dark. Some slight candlelight beats, and silk cloth shines brightly. Slightly cold, as if something was missing, Anping Yanxuan thought, some puzzled thinking. "Your Majesty, please." Emperor Yan paused and said, "Pour me a glass of water... when is it?" The palace attendant carefully lit a palace lantern and held a cup of warm tea: "It's still half an hour before you go back to your majesty." Emperor Yan's first thought was that he had not finished correcting the passbook. "Light the lamp and change clothes." "Your Majesty will not rest for a while?" "No need." He dropped his eyes slightly, sipped his lips, and wondered how to finish the throne for two hours in less than half an hour. Emperor Yan hurriedly sat down in front of the case, ignored the wet ink in the inkstone, picked up an unapproved paper, opened it, and a piece of paper slipped onto his knee. He picked it up in surprise, looked at the fine lower case on it, and glanced at the contents of the paper again. His face was slightly surprised, but he restrained it. He picked up another paper and saw the same piece of paper with dense small print. Read silently. Sigh. The passbook became simple and clear because of the words on the note, and his thinking was particularly clear and flexible. But half an hour. He stood up, looked at the already slightly bright sky, and sighed gently... Bai Mei. Emperor Yan suddenly realized how potential and keen the seemingly innocent woman had. Eat in a hurry. Early Chao. Ordered the invasion, determined to personal expedition. Emperor Yan was sitting in the highest place, watching Wu's courtiers bow down and praise in front of him. Suddenly he felt a little agitated and uneasy. The palace attendant shouted at the top of his voice: "King Xuan Ping'an, General Zhennan Ningde, Taifu an Zhenguo, Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War Xu... Jiang Diqing Hou Baimei... go to the study to discuss the matter!" ... When Bai Mei pushed the door and approached the study with a thick stack of booklets with dense small characters, everyone had already arrived. Emperor Yan looked at her with some displeasure. She held too many things, so she had to bend slightly, which was counted as a hasty salute: "Your Majesty, gentlemen, I'm sorry." "Where." Ningde also frowned and looked at the woman she had been close to: "It is understandable that Bai Hou did not adapt for the first time, but it should not be too late next time." "It's not too late." Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War smiled coldly: "Qing Hou is qualified to enter here at a young age, and it makes sense to be later." Bai Mei smiled and put things on the case and explained: "There are some things that are not suitable for others to see, so I have to copy them myself. Now it's just right... I think your majesty, adults will be interested." She reached out and picked up one book, handed it to Emperor Yan, and then began to distribute others. She added, "It makes people feel sour, but as long as it is useful, it is worth it." A bunch of people quieted down and were all turning over paper for a while. For a long time, the King of Peace was the first to speak: "Where did these things come from?" Bai Mei evoked her lips and brought a little coldness: "On her birthday last month, the five emperors of Chen Guo wanted to kill an actor for fun, but the actor was the lover of the blue fragrant master of the ruined flower building, so... the ruined flower building has ended the cooperative relationship with Chen Guo, and their information is perfect." "Impossible, the ruin flower building has always served and cooperated with all countries at the same time, but has never intervened..." "Rules are dead and people are alive." Bai Mei said, skipping that she has now taken over the ruin flower building, smoking the booklet in the hands of King Ping an, turning back a few pages and handing it to her: "Chen Huang is seriously ill, but Chen Guo sent troops to Lin Guo. What does this mean? Chen Lin's soldiers at the border were originally led by the four kings Qingyan and the seven kings Qingxian of Chen Guo. Every time they sent troops, they were also in command, but this time... they were the three kings who competed with the seven kings for the position. " "There must be a story... Is it true that someone... had an accident?" Bai Mei did not answer, but took the book in Ningde's hand and turned over a few pages. He said, "This is the network of Chen Guobing's generals, as well as... the supply network..." Don't lie on the roof of the upper study. She is the head of the dark guards in Shanghua Building. She often comes to "inspect". The dark guards in the palace all know her and will not care about her. The sunshine is good, so she is quite at ease. If you ignore the blue woman kneeling on the tiles in front of her. If you ignore the green Yin standing not far from them in a dark green costume with a dagger and a soft whip around his waist. Two hours later, when Heixuan came with the close-fitting dagger dropped by Bai Mei, he reluctantly found that the roof of the emperor's house had been occupied by the high-rise of Shanghua Building. Black Xuan sighed, this is really really can find a place, also don't intervene, find a corner to sit and watch the scene of bustle. Her task is only to protect the safety of Bai Mei, so watching the scene of bustle is her little right and pastime when she doesn't have to worry about Bai Mei.