Yan Ling's hands were still trembling.

He knew very well that he could not write as well as Xu Zhida.

He could only freeze in place, without even a word to refute.

People are reluctant to write, no matter who they are, they will see the problem.

Emperor Mu Wu was shocked and angry, and roared, "Yan Ling! Who wrote your test paper? Why don't you find out who wrote it?"

Yan Ling heard the roar and was extremely frightened.

As soon as his body went limp, he knelt down on the ground, shouting: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare your life!"

Prime Minister Lu and others showed disdain on their faces. How could they write such an amazing test paper with such weak bones and no grace at all?

Prime Minister Lu asked: "Your Majesty, is there really someone helping him?"

Yesi Heng nodded slightly: "Yes, he also wanted the ghost to help just now, but there is a magic circle in the palace here, so he failed to do so."

His eyes can now see some of these things.

Even Nan Li was surprised.

Emperor Muwu was already furious. He admired this person so much and wanted him to be the top scholar, but he didn't expect that Yan Ling relied on a ghost to take the exam and write a shocking article!

He showed no mercy and said: "Drag him down and kill him."

Yan Ling's body was shaken, and he kept kowtowing. His forehead turned purple, and his flesh and blood soon became bloody.

He cried: "Your Majesty, spare your life! The common people know their mistake! The common people know their mistake!"

Prime Minister Lu wanted to plead for mercy, but Emperor Mu Wu blocked him and said: "Cheating should be exiled. He also used such evil methods to deceive me and the examiners. It is simply abominable!"

Yesi Heng said nothing from the beginning to the end.

After all, it’s your own fault and no one else’s.

Before Yan Ling was dragged down, Ye Siheng had someone remove his jade pendant.

After Emperor Mu Wu was furious, his head started to hurt again. He summoned the imperial doctor, and it was natural that Prime Minister Lu and others could no longer be left to discuss state affairs.

Yesi Heng frowned slightly and deliberately waited not far away.

Not long after, I saw the imperial doctor's order coming out.

"Ninth Prince." The imperial physician Ling was a little surprised.

"How is the emperor's health? Why are the headaches so frequent these days?" Ye Siheng asked.

His expression was as usual, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

The imperial doctor sighed inwardly. Whether inside or outside the palace, everyone said that the brotherhood between the emperor and the ninth prince was no longer true. Now it seems that this may not be the case.

"Your Majesty is old. He has been injured in the past, and his energy and blood are insufficient. Coupled with his anger, he often suffers from headaches," the imperial physician said.

Yesi Heng snorted, "In that case, you should take good care of the emperor's illness."

"Yes." The imperial doctor agreed hurriedly.

After Ye Siheng came out of the palace, he asked Qingfeng to find someone to find out what kind of medicine the Taiyuan Hospital prescribed.

He has several spies in Tai Hospital.

However, it is a bit difficult to see the emperor's pulse and prescription.

Qingfeng asked: "My lord, are you afraid of the emperor..."

He didn't dare to say the rest.

"I'm a little scared, but the emperor's temper is getting worse now, and I think something is wrong." Yesi Heng's face was calm.

Qingfeng understood what Yesi Heng meant, "Yes, my subordinates know."

Yesi Heng asked again: "How is Yang Zhaoyi's fetus?"

"Everything is fine." Qingfeng replied.

"She is quite amazing." Yesi Heng couldn't help but admire.

The three sons of the Yang family had all suffered serious injuries, but she was not affected at all and was able to carry the dragon fetus stably, which was beyond his expectation.

Qing Feng followed Yesi Heng's footsteps and whispered: "The Emperor still takes a very strict view of the Jade Palace. The medicines cooked every day are inspected by medical women, so it is difficult to start."

"That's it." Yesi Heng said suddenly.

Yang Zhaoyi's fetus is also eight or nine months old, and he no longer wants to do anything to avoid killing two people and causing murder.

Qingfeng was a little anxious, "Your Majesty, although the eldest prince is no longer under house arrest, the emperor has never given him any errands. If Yang Zhaoyi really gives birth to the prince, this will be a great disadvantage for us."

"It doesn't matter." Yesi Heng said calmly, "Children of the royal family are the most difficult to raise."

He sits in this position and has been on the battlefield. His hands are already stained with blood. In order to protect the country of Mu and its people, he has done many things as a last resort.

Qingfeng's eyes dimmed and he responded again: "Yes."

After Yesiheng left the palace, he went straight to Anyang Houfu.

Nan Li is embroidering a hijab under the guidance of Xiao Wanyi.

Needless to say, it looks like that.

Xiao Wanyi suddenly felt that her sixth sister was an ordinary person, and she was not good at everything and could do everything well.

But the mandarin duck for the hijab requires the bride to embroider it with her own hands to calculate the good luck. Even if Xiao Wanyi wanted to help, there was nothing she could do.

After hearing that Yesi Heng was coming, Xiao Wanyi did not stay in Qingliang Courtyard so as not to disturb their conversation.

Nan Li finally breathed a sigh of relief without the supervision of her sister-in-law and put the half-embroidered hijab aside.

After Ye Siheng came in, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw the red hijab.

It was too late for Nan Li to take it back, so she blushed and said, "Don't look!"

Ye Siheng looked at her face and smiled, which made people feel like a breath of fresh air: "I've seen it all, but I didn't expect that my Ali likes pheasants."

"..." Nan Li knew he was making fun of her, but her embroidery skills were so bad, so she couldn't point at the pheasant and call it a mandarin duck, right?

She pursed her lips and could only glare at Yesi Heng, "If you have the ability, come and embroider it."

"Okay." Yesi Heng agreed simply and neatly. He lifted up his robe and sat down, then asked Nan Li to bring the red hijab and needle and thread.

Nan Li was a little surprised and asked uncertainly: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, my needlework skills are pretty good." Ye Siheng answered naturally, without any hesitation.

Nan Li was dubious and moved everything in front of Ye Siheng.

Unexpectedly, Ye Siheng was really good at getting through the needle.

It only took a few stitches to change the appearance of the pheasant, making it look a bit like a mandarin duck.

Nan Li's eyes widened and she was even more surprised: "Not only are you talented in literature and martial arts, you are also so good at embroidery."

"I learned it when I was in the military camp. After all, if your clothes are torn, you have to mend them yourself." Ye Siheng said, not thinking that this was something embarrassing.

Nan Li smiled brightly, "My sister-in-law said that the bride has to embroider the red hijab herself. I think it would be good if the groom helps with the embroidery."

"That's right." Yesi Heng said.

He embroidered it himself, which also symbolizes good luck.

He embroidered mandarin ducks and talked about today's events smoothly.

Nan Li frowned slightly, "That ghost named Xu Zhida is helping him?"

Yesi Heng took out the jade pendant and said, "He seems to be inside."

Nan Li could tell at a glance that there was indeed a ghost hiding inside.

She performed a trick to force out the ghost inside.
Chapter completed!