Ye Zheng looked up at him, and shook his head lightly: "Currently, the eyeliner has not returned any news."
"..."
Zhu Feng frowned.
He said, "Is there no movement at King Nanli's side?"
Ye Zheng said: "It is said that when King Beili led his army to the south, they were only trying to seize power in the court, and several ministers had already been assassinated."
"..."
"That's why Ashig fought these two battles, and if he was injured, he immediately withdrew his troops."
"..."
"He, I'm afraid we can't afford it."
Zhu Feng didn't speak.
Of course.
At such a time, Ashig led an army of 200,000 to the south, hoping to overwhelm others, find Yuxi quickly, and go back to seize the throne.
However, he was defeated in both battles, and his soldiers and horses were wasted a lot, so of course he couldn't drag on any longer.
Ye Zheng said: "However, there is one thing that the eyeliner has said."
"What?"
"Although Ashig's defeat will definitely affect his position in the court, that national teacher seems to be a prophet, knowing that this battle will be defeated, and has made a lot of preparations."
"..."
"Bei Li Wang's side has not been greatly affected."
Zhu Feng frowned slightly: "Oh?"
Ye Zheng said: "Anyway, this person is not simple."
"Then, did the eyeliner find out the identity of this person?"
"still none."
"Let them continue to explore, and they must also find out who released that pigeon."
"yes."
Ye Zheng responded, and whispered again: "Your Majesty, since there is no news over there, then—"
Zhu Feng said solemnly: "Let's leave tomorrow and return to Beijing."
"yes."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Feng again.
That gaze seemed very cautious. Even though Zhu Feng had already turned around and walked out, he seemed to feel his gaze: "Huh? Do you want to say anything else?"
Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly said, "No, it's nothing."
"..."
Zhu Feng glanced at him and walked out.
Ye Zheng stretched out his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
In fact, he wanted to ask if he wanted to bring Zhu Chengxuan with him when he returned to Beijing this time.
But he really didn't dare to ask, after all, this was the emperor's "family matter", and it involved a son he didn't like, not everyone would dare to step on this minefield.
We can only wait and see if he will make an order tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Ye Zheng sighed.
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snatch!
An arrow hit the target and was very close to the target.
Zhu Chengxuan held the bow with some joy, and looked at Ran Xiaoyu who was standing aside.
Seeing this scene, Ran Xiaoyu nodded slightly.
"That's right, His Highness's arrows are getting more and more accurate."
"Very good!"
"only-"
She walked over and pulled the arrow from the target with almost no effort. Zhu Chengxuan was stunned when he saw it, and Ran Xiaoyu said: "However, Your Highness's strength is still not enough."
"..."
"Every day, draw the bow one hundred more times."
Zhu Chengxuan responded obediently: "Okay."
But immediately, he said with a little frustration: "But, sister Ran, you will soon go back to Jinling with Father Huang and the others. At that time, you will no longer be able to practice with me."
"..."
Ran Xiaoyu glanced at him.
The young boy's face was full of reluctance.
Ran Xiaoyu was about to say something when she suddenly saw a tall figure walking by, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this servant is paying homage to His Majesty."
After speaking, he knelt down and bowed down.
Zhu Chengxuan turned his head and saw Zhu Feng approaching, and fell to his knees in fright.
"Father..."