The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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Shen Zhaodu did not return to the Yaoguang Palace all night. He ran to the front wearing a half-wet python suit and guarded the palace gate with the imperial guards, euphemistically calling him supervising the guards who were gradually becoming lazy and paralyzed. It wasn't until the emperor's guard of honor appeared the next day that he got on his horse and waited for Shen Ni's carriage to arrive.

It is common to not sleep for days and nights while marching and fighting. Shen Zhaodu didn't feel tired after watching Silver Man Jiaojie all night last night. He was wearing a python suit and a sword while sitting on a high horse with a cold expression. He was more energetic than anyone else.

It's just that that cold face hides countless emotions that are difficult to detect.

Emperor Di Guangyu would definitely cause trouble if he couldn't kill him, and Xiao Luan knew where his weakness was. It was extremely easy to take advantage of his seven inches. How could he defend himself?

The carriage from the Zhaowu Marquis finally arrived belatedly. The coachman asked him if he wanted to ride. Shen Zhaodu glanced at the thick curtains and shook his head: "I will enter the palace later. Please drive the carriage and get out." You can’t even afford to pay for it with your life.”

The coachman nodded hurriedly and took the reins.

The mountain breeze was fresh and strong, blowing a corner of the car curtain.

Shen Zhaodu couldn't help but look back, but he couldn't see anything - not Shen Ni who was leaning against the car wall and secretly looking at him.

*

As expected, as soon as the emperor stepped into the capital, the oral message came that Shen Zhaodu had entered the palace.

After sending the eunuch away, Shen Zhaodu glanced at the carriage curtain again, but there was still no movement inside.

He vented his anger on the white-hoofed horse, whipped his horse whip, and without saying goodbye, he beat the horse and drove down the street, missing the time for the carriage curtain to open again.

Shen Ni looked at Yangchen going away, her crimson color not dulling due to this.

"This lady."

Just as she was lost in thought, someone outside suddenly called her.

Shen Ni lowered his head and saw a young man who looked like a scholar following him under the window. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes but not in any trace of embarrassment. He had an immortal air and was calm and unhurried. Who could he be if he wasn't the Taoist Priest of the Temple of Immortality?

He held a stack of tabloids in his hand and held one up to her: "There will be a charity event at Dajue Temple in three days. If Madam is willing, you can donate some unnecessary clothes and jewelry to do good deeds."

Shen Ni didn't call the parking driver, but stretched out his hand to take the tabloid.

The tabloids are not printed, the fonts and pens are random and unconventional.

She curved her red lips and nodded to the Taoist priest: "I understand."

*

The journey back to the city was slower than the journey out. Shen Zhaodu waited outside the palace gate from nightfall to the moonlight, and finally waited for the eunuch to deliver the message.

He had expected such a result, but he was surprised that Xiao Luan hadn't done enough yet and still asked the eunuch to carry the chariot.

In the imperial study room, Xiao Luan changed out of his dragon robe and wore only a black pleat. He sat on the dragon chair and looked lazily at Shen Zhaodu, who was clasping his fists and saluting.