Empress, your husband is invincible

Qin Wuyang's expression became even more bitter.

Poems, songs and wits?
With the appearance of his ignorant second-generation ancestor, who can he stand up to?

Seeing this, Qin Muzhi's chest heaved even more, coughed twice, and waved him away.

"You, get out of here, old man! I'm annoyed when I see you!"

With a bitter face, Qin Wuyang bowed to Qin Yu and Qin Muzhi each.

After Qin Wuyang left, Qin Yu immediately stood beside Qin Muzhi with his hands tied.

Qin Muzhi calmed down for a while, then gave him a sidelong glance.

"What's the matter?"

Qin Yu saluted him respectfully, and said seriously:
"One of my subordinates is quite similar to Wuyang in figure, if he doesn't speak, most people can't recognize him..."

Qin Muzhi frowned slightly for a moment.

"That man, how is his literary talent?"

Qin Yu didn't answer, but instead replied that the lips were wrong.

"Hail deliberately transferred him back from Jingnan."

Qin Muzhi suddenly changed color, stood up abruptly, slapped the desk hard, and said angrily:

"This old man is your own father! You still want to use your crooked tricks on your own father?"

Qin Yu bowed slightly:

"Martial arts are of the seventh rank, with outstanding literary talents."

Qin Muzhi stared at him fixedly, and after a long time, he sighed, reached out and rubbed his head:

"What do you want to do, you think I don't know?
But Da Ling was like a centipede, dead but not stiff.Before Zhuang Xiaoyun died, Huang Yi carefully hid your tail for me..."

"Even if the dove can't occupy the magpie's nest, you have to be patient..."

Qin Yu was silent for a long time before bowing solemnly:

"Here."

"I call you to tell the man to come in and let Dad have a look."

……

In the huge city of Huangdu, because of the martial arts competition, the undercurrent is surging.

But Ye Cheng, who was sleeping with his head covered, didn't know anything about it.

He didn't even know that Zhuang Shuanglin had been waiting in his courtyard for half the afternoon.

It was getting dark, Zhuang Shuanglin didn't know how many times he asked Lin Yilan:

"Mr. Ye is still sleeping?"

Maybe it's really hard to shirk, Lin Yilan just pursed her lips slightly this time, and said:
"Mr. Ye has slept all afternoon, and at this time, he is probably almost asleep.

Or, should the servant go in and wake him up now? "

Zhuang Shuanglin hesitated for a moment, then nodded decisively.

"Then I will trouble Miss Lin."

Lin Yilan said she didn't dare, took a few steps back, turned around and pushed open the door to wake up Ye Cheng.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Ye Cheng was obviously a little dazed.

"Zhuang Shuanglin has been waiting for me all afternoon? Come on, invite her in."

Rubbing his eyes, Ye Cheng lifted the quilt and stood up.

He didn't take off his clothes at all when he went to bed at noon, and he didn't have to avoid people when he got up naturally.

As soon as he entered the room, Ye Cheng was immediately confused by Zhuang Shuanglin's harsh words.

"Brother Ye, let me help you think of a way for the future martial arts competition."

Seeing Ye Cheng's bewildered expression, Zhuang Shuanglin thought for a while and explained seriously:

"By then, you're wearing a mask.

I said to His Majesty, Li Baijing participated in the competition on your behalf, how about it? "

"Li Daitao stiff?"

Ye Cheng understood, and couldn't help frowning.

Immediately, seeing Zhuang Shuanglin's uncomfortable expression inadvertently, Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat:
"But Your Majesty summoned Zhuang Han again today?"

Zhuang Shuanglin gave a wry smile.

"As expected, you can't hide anything from Brother Ye."

"...If I'm not mistaken, then Zhuang Han must have refused, right?"

With a wry smile, Ye Cheng felt a little helpless for a while.

My daughter-in-law wants someone to cheat on her behalf, what can I do?
Waiting online, very urgent...

"Your Majesty also lost his temper later, and directly dismissed him."

Seeing Ye Cheng's strange expression, Zhuang Shuanglin couldn't help but add again:

"As for my plan of 'Li Daitao stiff', Brother Ye, please rest assured.

I've already visited the school grounds—the imperial platform where His Majesty is located is quite a distance from the school grounds where the competition is held.

Bai Jing is similar to your figure, if you wear a mask, with His Majesty's eyesight, there is a great possibility that you can be fooled. "

Ye Cheng hesitated for a moment, then looked sideways at Zhuang Shuanglin:

"Does His Majesty know about this?"

Zhuang Shuanglin blushed slightly, and nodded uncomfortably.

"This plan, His Majesty has already approved it."

Ye Cheng smiled wryly and shook his head.

He knew that Zhuang Shuanglin was so loyal to Ling Xuejian.

Without Ling Xuejian's approval, I'm afraid she would never have come to discuss with him...

Even, if she hadn't said something first, she might have revealed her roots to Ling Xuejian long ago...

"Playing the game by yourself, but also pretending to be someone else playing yourself?"

With a wry smile, Ye Cheng's face was full of helplessness.

Seeing that Ye Cheng agreed to come down, Zhuang Shuanglin wanted to leave when nothing happened, but when she walked to the door, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head, and looked at Ye Cheng with a strange expression:

"Brother Ye, can you allow me to ask something?"

Even if she thought about it with her toes, she knew that she wanted to ask herself why she concealed her level of force from Ling Xuejian.

Ye Cheng simply blocked her directly:

"Marquis Wu is marching and fighting, is the elite used to make a final decision?"

Zhuang Shuanglin's complexion became more and more strange:
"That's not quite..."

"..."

Ye Cheng waved off the guests directly.

I don't know if Zhuang Shuanglin had discussed with Ling Xuejian, but before she left Yizhujian, Ling Xuejian came back to look for Ye Cheng again.

Seeing Ye Cheng frowning and writing something on the desk, Ling Xuejian directly waved back the following palace ladies.

He just took a food box from the female officer and walked forward slowly.

When he noticed the gaze of the person beside him, Ye Cheng had already copied from his mind the Qi Family Army's "Mandarin Duck Formation" that later generations had seen by chance.

He intends to find inspiration from a series of classic military formations of later generations, to see if he can find inspiration similar to "The Nine Arrays of Emperor Wudi"...

Putting down the brush and looking up, Ye Cheng happened to meet Ling Xuejian's strange eyes.

He casually pulled a chair to his side, Ye Cheng took the food box unceremoniously, and pressed her on the chair.

With a joke, Ye Cheng put the food box aside, and handed her the blueprint of "Qi's Army Mandarin Duck Formation" to her.

"Have a conscience, come to see me, and know how to bring me a gift. Can you understand?"

Although he had already gotten used to Ye Cheng's flamboyance unconsciously, Ling Xuejian still couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Glancing at him bitterly, Ling Xuejian took the blueprint of "Qi's Army Mandarin Duck Formation" and looked closely at it.

"This army formation is a bit strange..."

"That's right, it's strange, this is your man's painstaking effort and self-creation!"

Ye Cheng shamelessly boasted, which caused Ling Xuejian to roll his eyes again.

"I don't understand, but Marquis Wu must be able to tell the truth. When he comes back, I will let him pierce your stupid bag."