The evil king protects the short

Chapter 64

"Chirp!" Now, here you are.

Only Zong Zehong knew what Ni Ling meant.

"Master Bai, my spirit is telling you to return the hat to you."

Putting one hand on the armrest of the dragon chair, Zong Zehong hummed coldly and helped translate.

"Return... to the old minister?"

Bai Fangyuan and all the ministers present looked at the beautiful white fox at the entrance of the hall in disbelief.

The sun shines on its body, as if it is coated with a layer of streamer, it is really beautiful.

Ni Ling put the official hat in front of Bai Fangyuan, rushed back to Zong Zehong's side, and jumped onto his lap.

"What do you want to tell me again?"

Zong Zehong acquiesced to letting the little guy on his lap make a fuss.

The elf's weird purple eyes turned around, and Ni Ling pointed directly at the bright yellow silk cloth on the table in front of the dragon chair.

"You asked me to draw up an imperial decree?"

Nodding happily, Ni Ling still didn't forget to rub her hands in Zong Zehong's arms, you are the smartest, as long as you understand what they mean.

Zong Zehong smiled in his heart, this little clever ghost is really smart.

If the imperial decree cannot be withdrawn, then the official will be re-appointed.

but……

"Ling'er, why should I listen to you?"

Huh?Why?Looking up her little head, Ni Ling was speechless for a while.

But to her surprise, Zong Zehong was actually helping.

"My Ling'er said that the incident happened because of her, and there must be a misunderstanding. Just resolve the misunderstanding."

Zong Zehong is like Ni Ling's microphone.

"So...Bai Fangyuan."

"The minister...the minister is here."

"I see that Ling'er is pleading for you, and return the official position to you."

Bai Fangyuan, the patriarch of the two dynasties, lost his position, and finally returned to his post because of the favor of the emperor's beloved pet.

It all depends on the phantom fox named Ling'er.

The story spread from ten to ten, and soon, it spread all over the palace and outside the palace.

The celebrity next to Emperor Zong Yueguo was not a human being, but an extremely beautiful white fox.

Before the court that day, Zong Zehong still left a message, if he felt that the review of the memorial was unfair, he could play it a second time.

It was only later that the ministers found out that the emperor just asked the little Huanhu to press a plum blossom seal, but the emperor would also read the content in the same way.

Although everyone was wondering how their emperor could understand the little Huanhu's words, no one dared to ask.

besides?besides!
After that day, the little magic fox named Ling'er became Zong Zehong's precious egg, and even won the hearts of civil and military courtiers, because of its good sense, understanding of things, and its kindness...

It's no wonder...the emperor, who has always been as cold as ice, also likes it.

On this day, the wind is bleak in late autumn, and the coolness is breezy. Although the sun is good, it is a bit cold.

For the first time, after lunch, Zong Zehong did not soak in the imperial study, but brought Ni Ling to the imperial garden.

The road is paved with gravel, and on the six steps, Zong Zehong sits in the pavilion composed of eight red lacquered pillars, emerald jade glazed tile houses, tasting the best Maojian.

In front of the pavilion, there is an open green lawn. Not far from one side, there are dark green bamboos covering the jagged rocks, and there are colorful and precious flower varieties on both sides of the road. On the other side, there is a rippling artificial lake. Pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the scenery is pleasant.

In the past, Jin Xi, who always stayed at Banjun's side in the royal study for more than 20 days in a month, was able to come out to breathe the fresh air today. Although he didn't dare to say it, he was also very happy.

If it weren't for Xiao Ling'er, he guessed that he would still be helping the emperor study ink in the imperial study right now!

Holding his fly whisk, Eunuch Jin Xi took a sneak peek at Zong Zehong who was reading ancient books, pursed his lips and smiled, and when he raised his eyes, his smile froze suddenly.

The next second—

"Oh my god, little ancestor, you can't pick that flower!"

(End of this chapter)