About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Li Qingcha nodded.

"That's right, why do you have to think about so many things? If you miss me so much, just say it directly. It's so uncomfortable to keep it in your heart."

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~Who said I missed you?”

"..."

Li Qingcha suddenly fell silent.

Sirou was stunned.

"Why don't you talk?"

Li Qingcha cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Do you know that you just said 'this palace'?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The two stopped talking and just stared at each other.

The only sound in the air was their slightly heavy breathing, and their exhaled breaths overlapped with each other, warm and moist.

Sirou whispered, "This palace."

Li Qingcha was somewhat puzzled.

"how?"

"I."

"..."

"This palace, this palace, this palace, this palace, this palace, this palace, this palace, this palace."

Her Royal Highness the Princess seemed to be provoking.

But in Li Qingcha's eyes, this was more like flirting.

She stepped forward,

"Well……"

"Um……"

The two did not separate for a long time.

Chapter 619 Who would have thought that there was such a genius in this world?

A little farewell is better than a wedding.

The sun is at noon. (This is not a time, but a verb)

Although Si Rou's forehead was covered with sweat and her strength was almost exhausted, she still clung to Li Qingcha with her four "claws" like a mollusk, clinging to him and refusing to let him leave.

Li Qingcha chuckled and said, "I told you that you are 'something inside', but you still don't want to..."

Sirou glared at her.

"You can't say that!"

"Okay, I won't tell you~ I won't tell you~"

"..."

"..."

The two enjoyed the afterglow and peace afterwards.

After a while, Sirou asked, "Do you know who those people are?"

Li Qingcha was puzzled.

"who?"

"Well... that's numbers one to nine."

"I basically know it. It just so happens that you already know my true identity, so I will tell you. Please help me analyze the logic and rules of this group's recruitment."

"group?"

"It's this organization of nine of us. I call it 'the group'."

Li Qingcha did not say much about the definition, but turned to the nine group members and analyzed their identities one by one to Sirou.

Sirou was deep in thought, mumbling to herself,

“Mr. Fang is a Confucian scholar, your junior sister is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and Master Bu Yan is from the Buddhist sect… well… if you look at it this way, does that mean everyone… that’s not right, I’m not a cultivator.”

The girl didn't seem to understand.

Li Qingcha said: "If we divide them according to the rules you mentioned, there are three special people: number one, number seven, and number eight."

Sirou nodded.

"What are the characteristics of me, you, and Yujun's maid?"

"If I have to say, your characteristic is royal... luck."

Li Qingcha suddenly blurted out the word "luck", which made Sirou a little confused.

She was stunned for a while and muttered, "Impossible..."

Li Qingcha said: "There seems to be no better explanation. The nine people represent nine kinds of destiny: the royal family, Confucianism, the magic sect, Taoism, Buddhism, warlocks, humans, monsters, and warriors."

"Tsk..."

"how?"

"You represent the destiny of the human race~ Awesome~"

Sirou was sarcastic.

Li Qingcha couldn't help laughing and pinched the other's nose, full of teasing.

The two immediately started a fight.

Finally, Si Rou "subdued" Li Qingcha under her crotch, then looked at the sky outside and said, "It's already this time, you can have lunch in the palace, I will go and give the order now."

Li Qingcha stood up.

"No, I have to go back to see the Supervisor and ask him about his opinion on the Emperor's condition. The country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and the morning court cannot be delayed any longer. It would be best if we can find a solution today and resume the morning court within three days."

There are only a few days until the Chinese New Year.

As the saying goes, "Year after year is hard, days are hard to endure", this is even more true for the court. Without the emperor as a leader to empower the various departments, the office efficiency would be extremely low.

Especially the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Personnel, and the Ministry of Rites, they are extremely busy during the Chinese New Year.

Li Qingcha put on his clothes, said goodbye to Sirou, and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, she stopped as if she remembered something.

"By the way, I didn't see the Seventh Prince."

Si Rou had already sat up, dressing up and fixing her hair in front of the bronze mirror. Without turning back, she asked, "What's the matter? Do you have something to do with him?"

"It's not me, it's Miss An."

"Hmm... I'll go and tell him something later. Three days ago, Concubine Lin scolded my seventh brother for not studying hard and punished him to be confined. At the same time, he had to copy the "Book of Filial Piety" every day to pray for the emperor, so you can't see him."

Li Qingcha was speechless.

It's really like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

At the critical moment, Concubine Lin knew very well how to protect herself and the Seventh Prince.

Of course, this requires two prerequisites:

First, the Seventh Prince himself has no interest in the throne;

2. The other princes knew that the seventh prince had no interest in the throne.

The first one is easy to say.

As for the second article...

Li Qingcha thought it was unlikely.

She pondered for a moment before asking the last question: "Si Rou, what do you think about the Crown Prince being the regent?"

Sirou sighed.

"Of course, I would rather find out the cause of my father's illness before discussing the next matter, but... hehe... is my opinion useful? As you said, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day."

Li Qingcha nodded.

She could see that Sirou had the same sixth sense as herself, and both felt that the emperor's illness was not that simple.

"I'll go find the supervisor now."

Sirou nodded.

"No farewell~"

After saying this, Her Royal Highness the Princess winked playfully.

Li Qingcha smiled, pushed the door open, and then left the palace and headed straight for the Zhaixing Tower.

It was noon, and the capital had returned to its former bustle.

The streets were filled with the aroma of meat, which seemed to be a cooking method passed down from the demon tribe. It used complex spices and had a rich aroma.

The spice business should be quite profitable, but it won't last long.

The reason is simple. On the same trade line, the price of goods will follow the mean reversion curve:

If the merchants in the capital bought them on a large scale, the price of spices would rise, and paper would be expensive in Luoyang.

At the same time, because the spices in the capital were open to supply and became a buyer's market, the price would naturally fall, causing the price of spices in the capital to fall. This is mean reversion.

The prices of the two will be the same sooner or later.

But for designer Li Qingcha, who put aside the dispute and jointly developed the project, money is important, but it is equally important to enable the two ethnic groups to communicate and avoid war.

Seeing the changes in the capital, she felt happy and her steps became lighter.

I looked around all the way and finally arrived at the Zhaixing Tower.

The welcoming warlock took her to the top floor.

The sun room is still the same, with transparent glass, letting the midday sun shine in, making the room warm and cozy.

The prisoner was lying on a recliner, with Luo Weiyang and Chi Weili beside him.

The two sisters were talking and laughing, and the supervisor was also very happy.

Li Qingcha cleared his throat.

"cough……"

The supervisor turned back.

"You're finally back?"

He waved to the two disciples and asked them to leave first.

Luo Weiyang was somewhat dissatisfied.

It had been a long time since they last met, and she wanted to stay with Li Qingcha for a while longer.

As a result, Chi Weili whispered something in Luo Weiyang's ear, causing Luo Weiyang to blush. She actually snatched away from Li Qingcha and left along the stairs.

Chi Weili made a face at Li Qingcha and followed him downstairs.

There were only two people left in the room.

Li Qingcha walked to the supervisor, moved a chair, and bowed respectfully.

"teacher."

The warden glanced at her.

"You! @#*￥%... Alas... The chairs are already here, why are you still pretending? Sit down quickly."