Wu Gen was lying on the bed, watching the visitor exchanging greetings with Chu Ji, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
The person who came was a steward of Jinchun Palace. He usually took orders directly from the chief steward Gao Cheng and did not receive orders from others. Judging from his appearance, he was more interested in Chu Ji than Wu Gen. When he came in, he briefly inquired about Wu Gen's injury, and then started chatting with Chu Ji, seemingly very respectful.
Chu Ji has been here for some time, and he has been selling white jade bean sprouts for a while, so he has lost some of the youthfulness he had when he first arrived. His words are appropriate, neither humble nor overbearing, and the visitor seems quite satisfied.
After talking for a long time, the man just left. Before leaving, he looked around and said jokingly: "Wu Menke is a little cramped here. Please be patient for now. I believe he will change his mind soon."
Wu Gen's heart moved slightly. This was the first time King Jinchun sent someone here, and he couldn't help but secretly speculate.
One day later, the palace sent someone to bring a set of daily necessities, including golden bowls and jade cups, brocade clothes and green jewelry, all for women, and they were obviously given to Chu Ji. He even sent two servant girls to serve him, but Wu Gen refused. With these two people here, wouldn't it be that there are two more pairs of eyes staring at him.
In Guanxi City, there is a huge courtyard on the west side of the palace. No one is allowed to enter here all year round. It is not connected with other courtyards of the palace. There are many people in black walking around here.
This is where the secret guard lives, the man in black who followed Zhao Chang in the raid on the original valley that day.
The courtyard is very spacious, with various offices such as the embroidery room, the embroidery room, the art teaching room, and the execution room, which are responsible for the guards, spies, and assassinations of King Jinchun. Some of the most shady things in the palace are done here. .
At this time, in a secret room in the courtyard, Zhang Qingzheng was lying naked on a wooden bed with a frightened expression. All his limbs were nailed into the bed. There were talismans engraved on the long nails, and silver needles were inserted into various Qi orifices on his body. To prevent his luck from escaping.
As soon as the door rang, Gao Cheng walked in and asked sadly, "How are you preparing?"
Two masked men in black in the room bowed and saluted, "Everything is ready, we just need to wait for the senior management to leave."
"Okay." Gao Cheng slowly walked to Zhang Qing's bed.
"Executive officer, what do you mean, why are you keeping me here?" Zhang Qing struggled desperately when she saw Gao Cheng. However, his body had no luck, and his limbs were all restrained. After struggling a few times, he still lay heavily on the bed.
"What's the matter? Haha, you've done a good job." Gao Cheng paced around the bed with his hands behind his hands, "You can't do anything to me. If you can't control yourself, someone has to take care of it for you.
Zhang Qing, you are also a smart person. The matter between you and the princess was just a private affair, but the two of you fell into the hands of the prince in broad daylight. Tell me how you want the prince to deal with it.
There are some things that you can't do, but you can't put them in the open. There are smart people in the house, so they will tacitly understand and turn a blind eye. But you two just pulled off this last fig leaf, making it impossible for everyone to get off the stage. Zhang Qing, you are really asking for your own death. "
Zhang Qing struggled to raise her head and said, "Executive officer, Zhao Ling begged me for this matter, and even the method was given by her. I spent all my energy to help him open his Qi orifices and connect to the Qi sea. This is because I am loyal to the palace." . I want to see the prince and confront Zhao Ling. She really asked me to do it, Mr. Gao."
"Oh, Zhang Qing, why are you still bothering with things now? Is it useful? Even if there is a mistake, it is your fault. The prince has an order to ruin your personnel and destroy your practice. Now that this thing has happened It's a disaster, so let's cut off the source of this disaster. Don't worry, the prince is kind and has spared your life."
"No, no, no, Master Gao, it was Zhao Ling who seduced me. I was wronged. I want to see the prince and report something important. There are still many things Zhao Ling is hiding from the prince. I want..." Zhang Qing shouted at the top of her lungs, raising her head high like a prawn.
"Stop his mouth." Gao Cheng shouted sternly. Soon, a man in black took a handful of gravel mixed with sand and stuffed it into Zhang Qing's mouth.
Gao Cheng's eyes flashed, and he hit Zhang Qingqi Hai with a palm. Zhang Qing's eyes suddenly bulged, her body suddenly jumped up, and even the sand in her mouth spat out. Then his body slumped down softly, his nose quivered, and he was sweating profusely.
Wiping his hands with the white cloth handed over by the man in black, Gao Cheng said coldly: "This person's cultivation foundation has been destroyed, and the rest is left to you. Be more agile and get rid of his seductive things."
, people want to live. "
"I understand, little one."
Gao Cheng slowly walked out of the house with his hands behind his back, and Zhang Qing's inarticulate screams came from behind him.
Looking at the blue-grey courtyard wall, Gao Cheng lowered his head and walked to the front yard.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the courtyard. Gao Cheng frowned, "Who dares to make a noise here?"
A person hurriedly ran towards me and reported hurriedly, "The senior executive, the master has barged in."
"Master?" Gao Cheng was startled, "Stop her quickly, don't let her get here."
"I couldn't stop him. The tall man was running amok, and his men didn't dare to kill him. They didn't dare to use some spells and weapons. Wenzi went straight into the yard and came here."
Sweat dripped from Gao Cheng's forehead and he hurried towards the courtyard gate.
As soon as he entered the courtyard for the second time, he saw Zhao Ling dressed in plain clothes, with long hair untied, his hands in his sleeves, and walking towards the courtyard with his head held high. The bald man held a big ax and followed closely beside him, followed by several people behind him.
A group of men in black were standing guard on both sides with swords in hand, but they did not dare to step forward. They could only follow step by step, as if they were walking in the opposite direction to greet them.
"My lord, the prince has an order that no one else can enter this place except himself. Please come back." Gao Cheng stepped forward and bowed his hands.
Zhao Ling didn't squint, his face was expressionless, he straightened his chest out and said two words coldly, "Get out of here."
"My lord..."
"Go away. Your surname is Zhao or my surname is Zhao. Don't rely on the power of others to do that nasty thing." Zhao Ling's face was as frosty as he ran straight towards Gao Cheng.
Seeing that he could no longer stop him, Gao Cheng winked and quickly ran out of the courtyard. He accompanied Zhao Ling to the inner courtyard.
When the group arrived at the inner courtyard, Zhao Ling listened and walked towards the room where Zhang Qing was imprisoned. At this time, she was able to practice Qi, and her consciousness became much more sensitive.
Gently pushing the door open, Zhao Ling was stunned on the spot. In the room, Zhang Qing was lying on the bed with her back, her hair messy, her lower body covered in blood, and she had passed out.
Zhao Ling stretched out his hand unconsciously, his shoulders trembling, and two lines of clear tears silently fell from his cheeks, fluttering on his front.
Is it too late? He murmured in his mouth and walked slowly to Zhang Qing. Zhao Ling knelt down on the ground and pushed the messy hair away from his face, "Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang..." whispered. A few times, his hand trembled and he stroked his face.
The person on the bed was motionless, Zhao Ling lay on top of him, his red lips gently kissed his forehead, eyes, nose... Like teardrops falling on Zhang Qing's face, they shattered.
"I hurt you." Zhao Ling whispered softly, pressing his face against Zhang Qing's chest.
"My lord." Gao Cheng coughed and reminded.
Zhao Ling stood up suddenly, gritted his silver teeth, and without looking back, said word by word: "Gao Cheng, let him go, I want to take him away."
"My lord."
"Well..." Zhao Ling turned around, his face was indifferent, and a ray of murderous intent flowed in his eyes.
Gao Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He knew Zhao Ling's temper very well, and he really had murderous intentions.
Over the years in the palace, anyone who made Zhao Ling unhappy would not end well. In fact, it was not Chang Zhao who the subordinates and ministers in the palace were most afraid of. After all, he was limited by his position and had rules and regulations for his actions. But Zhao Ling was not like that. His methods were cunning and ruthless, and he often died without knowing how he died if he offended her.
Thinking of this, Gao Cheng gritted his teeth, and without waiting for the person who reported the news to Chang Zhao to come back, he loudly ordered: "Hurry up and put this person down and hand it over to the master." As he said this, he held up Zhang Qing's head with his own hands and asked the black-clothed man to The man removed the spike.
Zhang Qing was put down, and the strong man picked her up and took a piece of clothing to cover her body. Zhao Ling and others walked out with their heads held high. Along the way, there were many people in black on both sides, as if they were seeing off.
The new wind blew, and Zhao Ling's sleeves flew up. There was silence all around, except for the black cat on the wall who made one or two long calls, like a whimper. A few broken leaves flew by, fluttering and covering Zhang Qing's face.
Walking out of the courtyard, King Jinchun's sedan chair came in a hurry. Zhao Chang walked out of the sedan chair and looked at Zhao Ling and his entourage coming slowly. He opened his mouth several times, but in the end he did not utter a single word.
Silky sound.
The two of them crossed paths, Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Chang, and took Zhang Qing back to his residence without saying a word.
Wu Gen was very busy these days, busy explaining the daily etiquette to Chu Ji, and even specially invited the nuns in the palace to demonstrate. Chu Ji has been keeping a straight face for the past two days. He really doesn't like these red tapes.
On this day, Huang Li suddenly came over with a worried look on his face and brought two jars of wine. As soon as he entered the door, he asked how Wu Gen was recovering from his injury.
Wu Gen didn't have any bad feelings towards this person and entertained him personally in the courtyard. After a jar of wine, Huang Li looked troubled and told Zhao Ling that he had been sent an errand to take care of Zhang Qing.
It turned out that after Zhang Qing was brought back, although she woke up, she was no longer able to practice and lost her job. Under the double blow, she actually went crazy.
Zhao Ling was kept in seclusion in the cold palace, and he was ill and sought medical treatment. He asked Huang Li to see if he could use a talisman to help him regain his consciousness. If not, he would be sent to Yanming Mountain to let his master cast spells on his own.
Zhao Ling ordered Wu Gen to go over and take a look first, and if Zhang Qing could wake up, he would give him ten thorn jades.
Wu Gen looked at the shining jade, and after a while he said, "Brother Huang, you are here to send me a reminder."
"Why did you see it?"
"Brother Huang, think about it, it is self-evident how Zhang Qing's injury came about. Only the one who gave the order can anyone dare to take action." Wu Gen pointed to the sky, "If he was saved, Lord Zhao would be happy, but That one."
Huang Li let out a long sigh, "Yes, I understand the reason. This can only be postponed for a day or a day. But yesterday, the senior management came over and just said inexplicably that it was good to be alive. That's why I came. Looking for you, this must be the king... That one was relieved, so I asked Brother Wu to spare his time."
Master Shen, Wu Gen and Huang Li wore large cloaks and arrived at a small house. Opening the curtain on the bed, it was Zhang Qing who was lying there. I saw that he was so thin that he was no longer human, and he was tied to the bed.
Huang Li quickly explained that Zhang Qing could no longer take care of herself and had a violent temper. If she was not tied up, she would kill herself randomly.
Wu Gen stood in front of the bed and couldn't help but sigh a little. After sighing, he put his hand on his head and felt silently.
Suddenly his brows moved, Wu Gen quickly asked Huang Li to help lift Zhang Qing's head, and pulled out a long needle from the hidden part of the back of Zhang Qing's head. This needle is only more than an inch long and as thin as a hair. Without the help of the slim-waisted slave, this thing would not have been discovered.
Huang Li took a breath of air and quickly dropped the needle on the plate in order to report to Zhao Ling.
"Brother Huang, please stay away for a moment." Wu Gen said.
Although he was confused, Huang Li walked out of the house. After a while, Wu Gen came out and shook his head, "I don't know who gave the injection. It was extremely vicious and damaged the person's soul. I tried various methods, but to no avail."
Huang Li sighed, "I will report it to the Lord. This matter is beyond our control."
A few days later, Huang Li took Zhang Qing to Yanming Mountain. Apparently Zhao Ling had not given up yet.
On the way, the group rested in Changgu. However, this time since Zhao Ling was not traveling with him, no one had arranged separate accommodation, so they all stayed in Guanyi.
