My country is dying

Chapter 259 Hou Junli Taught Her to Play Chess
The sea is windy, and the waves are getting higher and higher.Xiao Qi stepped forward, glanced at Mi Le and said: "Your Majesty, this person has almost cleaned up, should we also go down the mountain?"

Mi Le looked at the already dawning sky and nodded, "Let's go."

A group of people went down the mountain and landed directly at the prefect's mansion of Linzhou City. Hou Junli was recuperating from his injuries, Xiao Qi was cleaning up the aftermath on the mountain, and as for Qi Moxuan, after hearing that he came here, he began to look through the files to check the situation of Lishan in recent years and Regarding matters related to Linzhou City, I have not slept all night.

When Mi Le went to his study, Qi Moxuan had already changed into an indigo official uniform. The indigo color is very picky, and if you are not careful, you will wear it old and ugly. Those court officials that Mi Le sees every day Most of them are like this, but only Qi Moxuan wears this color in a bright and noble way. The dark blue makes his complexion like jade, and his figure has always been tall and outstanding. It is an ink painting, with Sanshui as the scenery, and he is the person in the painting.

"Your Majesty?" Seeing Mi Le, he immediately stepped down from his position, saluted Mi Le, and then looked her up and down, "Seeing that the Emperor is safe and sound, I can rest assured!"

Mi Le nodded: "I heard that you were looking through the files, but what did you find?"

She walked towards the superior, Qi Moxuan followed immediately, and put a handwritten copy in front of her: "This is what I sorted out about the disasters of the Lishan bandits over the years. They are basically vicious and vicious, and everyone has a case against them." , it’s just a matter of size.”

Qi Moxuan's handwriting is different from Hou Junli's domineering and fierce handwriting. His handwriting is clean and beautiful, just like his plump and handsome appearance, giving people a comfortable and refreshing feeling.

Miller glanced at it, and most of the crimes were obvious and unforgivable.

She turned a few pages and saw Li Zirong's name.

Li Zirong, eighteen years old, the daughter of Li Gu in the former dynasty, with superb martial arts skills, took over Li Shanzhai eight years ago, her evil deeds are unknown.

"What about the Pear War?"

Qi Moxuan shook his head and said, "I don't have any information about Li Zhan's identity. I'm afraid I have to look through the files of Linzhou City in recent years to find some clues."

Mi Le nodded: "You check it first, and then tell me what you find."

After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment and said: "Pear Zirong, don't treat her badly, everything will be settled when this case is over."

Qi Moxuan complied.

When Mi Le left, Qi Moxuan suddenly called her again and handed her something.

Mi Le looked down and saw that it was her jade pendant with tattooed dragons.

She was surprised for a moment: "I haven't seen this since I came back from the cave, so it's here with you."

Qi Moxuan bowed and said: "The emperor happened to be picked up by the minister when he accidentally lost it last time."

Mi Le took it away and pinned it to his waist before leaving.

Going back to the room through the garden, I happened to see someone sitting at the stone table playing chess in the yard. Mi Le looked from a distance and saw Hou Junli and Yungui.

It's just that Yun Gui looks rather tangled, as if he doesn't know how to play.

Mi Le stepped forward immediately: "The regent is still injured, why did he come out?"

Hou Junli held a sunspot in his hand, and looked at her indifferently after hearing the words: "The room is too stuffy, come out and sit, is the emperor interested?"

Yun Gui on the side stood up and saluted as early as when she came, and the seat opposite Hou Junli was empty at this moment.

Mi Le glanced at the chessboard, his face darkened: "I don't know how to play chess."

Hou Junli hooked his lips: "It's not difficult, Your Majesty the Pope."

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