"Very good, the North and South Imperial Army in Xi Weiwei's hands are enough to control the capital." He pretended to caress his chin casually, with a cold light in his eyes: "I heard that there was a great young general in the army in the north.

, called Ling Ziyuan?"

Qi Zhongmin thought for a while: "He is the posthumous son of General Ling Jun. He is indeed a young man. I have heard Xun Zhi mention it several times, and Xun Zhi is quite friendly. The prince does not need to worry too much, although he is not afraid of newborn calves.

Tiger, but he is just a young man after all."

"Zhong Min, don't underestimate young people. If you can use them for your own use, don't let them go." He took a sip of the tea, but unfortunately he was too deep into the chess game. It was already cold, and the bitter taste was not good for the taste, so he had to put down the cup again: "

Xunzi, this kid is pretty good. Let him get in touch with more things when you have time, and experience will always be beneficial. From now on, the world will not have to rely on them to support it."

Qi Zhongmin felt happy and suddenly thought of something: "Your Majesty, last time..."

"Dong, dong." The knock on the door interrupted the unfinished words.[

The letter paper spread out on the table was quickly picked up and thrown into the basin next to it. I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but it disappeared without a trace in a moment, and there was no trace left.

"Come in."

"Your Majesty." Manager Zhao bowed respectfully, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes fixed: "Young Master and ladies have finished their morning lessons."

"Well, what did the teacher say?"

"Everyone has made some progress, and I am very satisfied." Manager Zhao saw that Ximen Ji had no further expression, and was about to resign when he was stopped.

"Miss Third, are you going to watch her new bodyguard practice martial arts again?"

"yes."

As soon as Butler Zhao left, Qi Zhongmin asked with some confusion: "When did Miss Third take in a bodyguard?"

He knew that Xiang Xue disappeared on South Street ten days ago and was in a mess when he came back. The prince even used this as an excuse to kick out several of his opponents' hiding spots on South Street.

But finding a close guard for a girl who is no more than twelve years old would be a bit of a fuss. Besides, wouldn't other people complain about it?

"I proposed it to Xiang Xue himself, very resolutely." Ximen Ji tapped his long fingers on the table, stood up, and looked out the window with a thoughtful look in the corner of his eyes.

She was obviously small in stature, with a small face and delicate and cute facial features like a baby, but she stood firmly and calmly in front of him, her small and beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and she said in a half-threatening, half-pleading tone: "Dad

, I want Ye Jin to be my close guard, I want the best martial arts master, and I want to be able to protect myself the next time I encounter danger!"

Like a little beast that finally couldn't hold it any longer, when it knew it was in danger, it began to stretch out its sharp claws.

"film."

A figure suddenly appeared, standing quietly next to Ximen Ji, waiting for instructions. There is a kind of person who is born unable to see the light, but has the best and strongest fighting ability, the secret guard, also called a dead soldier.

"Tell Mr. Qi what you saw outside the study that time."

A cold and emotionless voice sounded, clearly describing the situation when Xiang Xue broke into the study for the first time. It included Xiang Xue's caution, hesitation, and final intrusion. The seemingly deserted courtyard had long been tightly guarded.

monitoring.
Chapter completed!