Chapter 79 Between him and me, who has the final say?
Pei Du's eyes are like the vast and deep night sky.
Then Zhao Yungui's eyes were more like the surface of a calm lake without any ripples.
Just because of the sudden light, a flash of panic flashed in Zhao Yungui's beautiful eyes!
His eyes widened, like those of a frightened deer.
"What are you doing!"
He was so panicked that his first reaction was not to cover his face with gauze again, but to subconsciously take a few steps back and distance himself from Jiang Jinshuang.
Jiang Jinshuang smiled even more happily.
She raised her eyebrows: "Master National Preceptor, why don't you ask the way of heaven——"
The young girl was arrogant and wanton, with a wild look on her face: "It's up to me or him."
Zhao Yungui frowned slightly, his cold eyes looking too good to be true.
Jiang Jinshuang stood up and looked at him with a smile: "Master Imperial Master, am I the same in your eyes and in your heart?"
Zhao Yungui pursed his lips, as if annoyed, turned around and stopped answering.
Jiang Jinshuang was neither impatient nor angry. Instead, she hummed a tune in a good mood and turned around to go down the mountain.
After the girl walked away, Zhao Yungui turned around and looked at the flipped tea leaf divination.
Death opens the door to life with blood.
Survival from desperate situation.
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For several days, Jiang Jinshuang had been copying scriptures in the ancestral hall.
In the past few days, there have been waves of people trying to assassinate Zhao Yungui in the ancestral hall.
Fortunately, Xiao Zhengze was always by his side, and Zhao Yungui was unscathed.
On this day, Jiang Jinshuang was still copying scriptures in the ancestral hall when she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
Jingmo is here.
When she saw Jing Mo, Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a while.
"I have met His Highness."
Jingmo respectfully saluted Jiang Jinshuang with fists clasped.
Jiang Jinshuang frowned: "Master Jingmo, what are you doing here?"
Hearing this, Jingmo removed the seal from the back, opened the lid, and took out a stack of papers from the seal.
"Your Highness, my lord asked his subordinates to give this to you."
Jiang Jinshuang frowned and took it without knowing why.
When she saw the contents on the rice paper clearly, her pupils tightened slightly.
——The scriptures she was punished to copy.
In the past, Jiang Jinshuang was often punished by the emperor. She couldn't calm down, so she always handed over the punishment to Pei Du.
Pei Du imitated her handwriting so well that even she herself couldn't recognize it.
——Just like the scriptures on this stack of paper.
Every stroke is her habit.
"My lord said that it was his fault that His Highness was punished first, and he should share some of the burden with you."
Hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang sneered: "Then I would like to thank you for your kindness."
Jingmo also knew that Jiang Jinshuang was still angry with his master, so he just laughed and didn't refute.
"Um, does your Highness have anything to convey to you?" Jingmo asked again.
Jiang Jinshuang behaves well when he gets an advantage.
She took the CCs in her leisurely manner and said with a smile on her face: "Then I will tell the Chief Assistant to you that since you have been suspended from office for half a month, you can think about it in the cabinet."
"Ah? Yes..." Jingmo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and agreed.
Before leaving, another person came to the ancestral hall.
Xiao Zhengze wrinkled his face unhappily and walked into the ancestral hall.
Seeing Zhengze, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up: "Little Master Zhengze? What are you doing here?"
Jingmo had heard about the personal sword boy beside the Imperial Master.
He cupped his fists slightly and bowed towards Zhengze: "I have met Master Zhengze."
When Zheng Ze saw Jing Mo, his voice still had the clarity of a young boy: "Who are you?"
"I'd like to ask the Shange guard, Jing Mo." I've never heard of it.
Zheng Ze ignored it and walked to Jiang Jinshuang reluctantly, took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeves and handed them to Jiang Jinshuang: "Here."
Don't sound awkward either.
Jiang Jinshuang blinked and took it.
——It's Zhao Yungui's handwriting, copied from the scriptures.
But this time, when Jiang Jinshuang saw the content of the scripture clearly, she couldn't laugh anymore.
"Two adults, did you agree upon this when copying the scriptures? Why are you copying the same Buddhist scripture?"
In this case, wouldn't she only be able to use one portion! ?
waste! What a waste!
When Zheng Ze heard this, his little face became even more unhappy: "You are a bad woman. It is not enough to enslave the National Preceptor, but you actually enslave other people to help you punish you!"
Filled with righteous indignation, it seemed that she couldn’t stand what she was doing!
Jiang Jinshuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master Zhengze, your national master has agreed to write it for me, why are you so unhappy?"
Zhengze put his hands on his hips: "You just see that the Imperial Master has a good temper and is easy to talk to, so you always enslave him!"
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After a pause, Zhengze loudly said: "I don't care! Since the Imperial Master has written it, you must use his, not anyone else's!"
Jiang Jinshuang took the two copies, which had exactly the same content, but the handwriting was completely different, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
Jing Mo, who was on the side, saw this and took a few steps forward: "Master Zhengze, you have to do things on a first-come, first-served basis. I obviously gave the transcript to His Highness first."
Zheng Zhe's little face was angry: "What first come, first served! Speaking of first come, first served, my adults have been staying at the observatory for the past few days. Isn't it much closer than your Wenshan Pavilion!"
How could such a calculation be made?
Jingmo scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
Jiang Jinshuang waved her hand: "Okay, Master Jingmo, it's getting late, you should go back first."
Jingmo opened his mouth, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
In the end, he just handed over his hands and turned around to leave.
Zhengze folded his hands on his chest: "Bad woman, if you don't use the transcript given to you by the Imperial Master, I will ignore you in the future!"
Jiang Jinshuang raised her chin: "Master Zhengze, you are so cruel, I wish you would ignore me."
When Zhengze heard this, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said anxiously: "I, I won't call you a bad woman anymore!"
Jiang Jinshuang smiled: "That's it?"
"Otherwise, what else? Let me tell you, if you let down the Imperial Preceptor, the Imperial Preceptor will never help you copy scriptures again in the future!"
Jiang Jinshuang was indifferent.
Zhengze was even more panicked, his face as big as a palm turned red: "You, what else do you want?"
The corners of Jiang Jinshuang's lips raised: "Come and hear me, beautiful sister~"
When Zheng Ze heard this, his big eyes were as wide as two grapes: "It's ridiculous! I, I don't have a sister!"
"Oh." Jiang Jinshuang put away the rice paper expressionlessly, turned around and prepared to go back to the ancestral hall.
"Sister, sister!"
Jiang Jinshuang didn't look back.
"Pretty sister! Come on, pretty sister!" Xiao Zhengze behind him called out, and threatened fiercely, "I've already called you that, if you, if you still don't use the scriptures of the National Master, I will Go to the Imperial Preceptor and file a complaint against you!”
After saying that, Xiaozheng turned around and walked away.
Jiang Jinshuang looked at the little boy's leaving figure, her body and mind were smooth and her mood was bright.
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Wenshan Pavilion, study room.
In late spring, the peach blossoms have fallen in many places.
You can still find the most beautiful peach blossom branches in the vase on the man's desk and take care of them every day.
He paused slightly while writing scriptures and did not raise his eyes: "Is the Imperial Master also in the ancestral hall?"
Jingmo replied: "Yes, it seems that he has been staying at the observatory during this period."
"Well," the man continued to write, "please step back first."
Jingmo did not retreat.
He scratched his head and said thoughtfully: "Sir, would you like to copy another scripture?"
Copying the same scripture, Jingmo was worried that Her Royal Highness the Princess would not choose her own lord, and her efforts would be in vain.
The man's brows were clear and his tone remained unchanged: "No, she will choose me."
(End of chapter)