When Fu Yuzhi came to Zhao's mansion in the wind and snow, Zhao Xuanji was drinking medicine.

Fu Yuzhi came up and personally tucked the cloak on Zhao Xuanji's body, and said carelessly: "Master Ge, since you are sick, you should be well cultivated. I saw that Master Ge's complexion was not very good-looking, and hasn't the condition improved yet?"

Zhao Xuanji put down the empty medicine bowl, and the maid took it and Yingying bowed and left.

Zhao Xuanji lay back on the recliner, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was tired, but he still said, "In a turbulent autumn, there are many things that have not been arranged properly, and he can't rest even if he wants to."

Fu Yuzhi smiled bitterly and said, "As far as we are concerned, we are incompetent, and we have made the cabinet master work so hard."

Zhao Xuanji raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Fu Yuzhi, and smiled and said, "Brother Fu, there is no need for those politeness between you and me."

But Fu Yuzhi said: "It's not polite, it's from sincerity."

Zhao Xuanji nodded, changed his tone and said, "Zhang Biwu is finished."

Fu Yuzhi was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Xuanji said: "You must have felt the change in the capital."

Fu Yuzhi hesitated and said, "The Yulin Guard has settled in and the capital has been sealed for three hours. It is still a stage of strict inspection at the gates of major cities. I heard that there are shouts of killing in the southwest corner of the capital."

Zhao Xuanji sighed: "Earlier, Zhang Biwu and his group went to Fengxi Palace, but the prince came back and caught him right away."

Fu Yuzhi widened her eyes. The amount of information about this sentence was so large that he didn't know which point to start complaining.

"He takes people to Fengxi Palace!? The prince is back?!"

Zhao Xuanji said: "When he chose to stand on King Wen's boat, he should see this day, whether it is bad luck or being regarded as an abandoned son. In short, Zhang Biwu must have become the first soul of the prince to sacrifice the flag after he returned to Beijing."

Fu Yuzhi's mouth squirmed for a moment, but she stopped talking.

Zhao Xuanji took this expression in his eyes and said calmly: "He has nothing to do with us anymore."

Fu Yuzhi sighed, "Can't you save him? Even if nothing is gone, your life will be good. If it doesn't work, it's better to be imprisoned than to lose your life directly."

Zhao Xuanji smiled and said, "Do you think it's possible?"

Fu Yuzhi frowned, shook her head slightly, and said, "The prince refused, or the prince was willing. Zhang Biwu probably couldn't accept such a gap... He is too arrogant."

Zhao Xuanji exhaled, looked up at the eaves, and said, "Where are you sitting, half an hour ago, the prince was sitting here, and the cloak on me was left by the prince."

Fu Yuzhi widened her eyes, a little at a loss, but in a daze, he had a premonition that the major change in the morning would start from this moment, or was about to start from himself?

Sure enough, Zhao Xuanji said: "You prepare for it, the team in Beijing, you take it over, and you take it over my position too."

Fu Yuzhi suddenly stood up and said in a lost voice: "How can this be made? This is the lifelong effort of the old master!"
Chapter completed!