After Mi Yue finished cooking the sweet porridge, Zhao Changqing had already woken up the ministers.

They restated the matters discussed last night to Zhao Changqing and asked him to make a decision.

Zhao Changqing didn't understand or care about this kind of thing, so after every time they finished talking about something, he nodded and praised: "Well, good, what you said makes sense, let's do it like this."

He didn't know where exactly it made sense.

However, this scene happened to be met by Mi Yue who was bringing sweet porridge. After listening for a while outside the door, she felt more and more in her heart that His Highness Prince Qi was really busy all the time and didn't care about his own body.

Although this is a blessing for the people of Qingzhou, it is a hardship for him alone!

Thinking about the many hardships he has endured, he still maintains a youthful and innocent heart that seeks the welfare of all people in the world. This character is really hard-earned.

If it were anyone else, he would have already fallen into the devil's path, right?

When Zhao Changqing and other ministers saw the Princess of Chu and the two maids coming, they were startled. Mi Yue bowed slightly to the former and said:

"Your Majesty and your ministers haven't had breakfast yet, right? I made some sweet porridge myself. You can drink it while it's hot to warm your body."

Zhao Changqing was a little confused as to what she meant and frowned deeply.

Zhuge Liang and others looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing. Then the former bowed and said, "I feel sorry for having to do so much for you, Your Highness, Princess."

Mi Yue smiled and said: "Mr. Zhuge, please don't be too polite. Please give these sweet porridge to all the ministers."

She ordered two maids to distribute the sweet porridge to Zhuge Liang and others.

Among them, some were too kind to refuse, some saw others accepting the offer and could not refuse, and some were really hungry, so in short they readily accepted the Princess of Chu's kindness.

They knew very well what happened last night, but they couldn't talk about this kind of thing.

Because this is King Qi's family matter after all, it is better for His Highness King Qi to resolve matters like this himself.

When everyone except Qi Wang Zhao Changqing received a bowl of sweet porridge, Mi Yue personally brought a bowl of sweet porridge to him, bowed slightly and said nothing.

The meaning was very clear, but Zhao Changqing didn't understand it, and he was really hungry, so he took the sweet porridge with one hand, took a sip, and felt a little hot, so he put it on the table.

Then he saw Mi Yue take out a purse from the jade belt around her waist and hand it to him. He didn't know what it meant and thought to himself: "What is this? Why are you giving this to me? What should I bring with me, a great man?"

Sachet?"

Mi Yue didn't respond, or she was too shy to speak, so she kept silent.

Zhao Changqing saw that she kept holding it, and thinking of what happened last night, he couldn't refuse, so he took the purse.

Seeing His Highness King Qi's behavior, everyone felt uncomfortable staying here. They all looked at each other and bowed together before leaving.

Seeing that they were finally leaving, Zhao Changqing was of course very happy and asked them to go back and rest quickly.

It was said to be a rest, but these ministers knew that they would be very busy today. The troops would be sent out at noon. There were still two and a half hours until noon, so the time was still a bit tight.

Fortunately, we have been preparing to send troops before.

After they left, Zhao Changqing opened his purse and found a long strand of hair inside. He was curious and asked: "This is it?"

Mi Yue blushed, lowered her head, and said with some embarrassment, "That's my hair."

Zhao Changqing was stunned when he heard the sound, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment, feeling speechless in their hearts.

How embarrassing.

After a while, Mi Yue felt that the atmosphere around her was too embarrassing, so she asked: "Should the prince let Chu Hong and Wei Wuji go?"

When Zhao Changqing heard this, he felt a little angry. He sat on the chair and refused to touch the bowl of sweet porridge. He said: "Are these two really important to you? You don't hesitate to take your virginity with me."

make a deal?"

When Mi Yue heard this, she felt a little aggrieved and said: "If the prince thinks that last night was just a deal, Mi Yue has nothing to say. However, those two people are of no importance to Mi Yue, but to Chu

For the country, it is very important.

I wonder if the prince is satisfied with my answer?"

Zhao Changqing frowned slightly, looking particularly impatient, and called out his sword: "Go and release Wei Wuji and Chu Hong, and let them wait in the side hall."

After giving orders to Jian Yi, Zhao Changqing looked at Mi Yue's somewhat aggrieved eyes and said expressionlessly: "Your Highness, I wonder if you are satisfied with this arrangement of my king's?"

At this moment, how could Mi Yue not know his attitude? She said: "If you hate me, just pretend that what happened last night never happened. I will leave Qingzhou and never set foot in Qingzhou again."

Zhao Changqing was in trouble for a while.

Although it is a transaction, she is a virgin after all. Isn't this a bit too scumbag?

However, you can't get used to women. The more you get used to them, the more shameless they will become. Based on this principle, Zhao Changqing said: "If there is nothing else, just lead those two people away. Of course, you can be regarded as my woman.

Therefore, if you leave, let’s make a clean break. If you don’t leave, I will leave a room for you in my palace.”

Mi Yue took a deep breath, her expression a little gloomy, she turned around and left, and after taking only two steps, she said: "Drink it while it's hot."

Then she left.

Hearing her say those three words, Zhao Changqing thought thoughtfully. He saw the sweet porridge on the table. Although it was still a little hot, he still drank it in one gulp. Then he murmured: "This king is worthy of me."

A woman? It’s just a transaction, why do you think she’s serious about it?”

A fairy mountain Taoist palace.

Purple air gathers and the sky is filled with glow.

There is a palace in the Taoist Palace. A Taoist nun is sitting in front of the stone statue of Sanqing, twisting Ziwu Jue in her hands, sitting cross-legged, and muttering something in her mouth.

After a while, she spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist meditating on the side did not hesitate at all. He quickly used Qigong to heal her injuries, and warned: "Be united with your mind, concentrate your mind, and if your mind is confused, the Supreme Being will destroy you."

Devour it and make you a slave to the technique."

After a while, after the Taoist nun's unstable mood stabilized, she actually opened her mouth to speak, with a feeling of being choked up: "Master, I don't want to practice Taishang Wangqing Tao anymore. I miss him."

The old Taoist glared at her angrily at first, but after seeing her pitiful expression, he finally said helplessly: "The world is hard to break, and the road will be as hard as climbing to heaven."

She nodded, indicating that she had nothing to fear.

The old Taoist spoke again: "Did you know that he had the fate of being an emperor in the world, and he was supposed to be a dragon lurking in the abyss. However, many years ago, his fate suddenly became confusing and difficult for people to detect.

If you insist on looking for him, you will be influenced by him in the future, your destiny will be completely changed, and the future will definitely be difficult."

She shook her head and said, "Disciple, I'm not afraid."

At this moment, she had tears streaming down her face.

The heartache she felt just now made her feel as if she was losing him forever.

Most of the reasons should be caused by cultivating the Supreme Way of Forgetting Love.

The old Taoist continued: "You are a rare innate body. You have experienced hardships since childhood, and you have gone through disasters. In the future, you will have smooth sailing on your road.

Do you really want to end your path of spiritual cultivation for him?"

She choked and said, "If I didn't have him in this life and lost him, my disciple would rather die and disappear. It would be better not to cultivate this great path!"

The old Taoist sighed.

He turned around, faced the other direction, and said reluctantly: "You... go down the mountain now. This is also your fate. No one else can make the decision for you, even if you are a teacher.

From now on, you can no longer practice the Tao of Forgetting Love. If your worldly connection ends, just return to the Tao Palace. You... are still my disciple of the Tao Palace."

She knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, using Taoist etiquette, and said: "Thank you... Master!"
Chapter completed!