He Denglou had just walked a few steps when Leng Linjiang stopped him again, rubbed his brows and said, "Bring over the blood-stasis-removing medicine left by A Yao."
He Denglou exclaimed: "Shao Yin, when will Boss Yao come back?"
Leng Linjiang said: "About the end of the month, why are you worrying so much? Go run your errands quickly."
He Denglou scratched his bun, took two steps, suddenly turned around and stuttered: "Well, Boss Yao has offended Secretary Han before, isn't he worried about his humble position?"
Leng Linjiang pursed his lower lip: "It doesn't matter, Han Sizhi is not such a small-minded person."
He Dengglou was relieved.
Not long after, Jian Yi came back with Jin Wuwei, holding a sharp dagger in his hand. The blade of the dagger was narrow and long, and the dim light of the candlelight flowed on it like water waves.
Xie Mengxia was pierced by the cold light, winced, and turned pale: "Oh no, are you going to chop off my hand?"
Leng Linjiang suppressed a smile and said, "Your Highness, please calm down. It's okay. Commander Jian is here and I won't hurt you."
Xie Mengxia was already frightened by the cold light of the blade. No matter how much Leng Linjiang tried to coax or persuade him, he just didn't care. He buried his head in Leng Linjiang's arms and cried endlessly. His nose was muddy with tears and mucus. Leng Linjiang was all over his body.
Leng Linjiang was disgusted to death. He really wanted to slap Xie Mengxia, but he couldn't act like this.
But he couldn't really slap Xie Mengxia.
He endured it again and again, his temper could not be better, but when he opened his mouth, he was threatening others: "Your Highness, do you plan to carry this chain with you for the rest of your life? Carry it with you day and night, even when you go to the Flower House. ?!”
Xie Mengxia was scolded by Leng Linjiang. She burped hard and stopped crying. She pinched Leng Linjiang's sleeve and wiped her face, soaking all the tears and snot on her face. On his sleeves, which were only embroidered with cloud patterns, he timidly whispered: "Then, then, let's cut it off."
He saw the cold light flickering and trembled again: "Commander Jian, be gentle, be gentle."
Before the blade could hit him, he let out an ouch and retracted his hand in fright, wailing with tears: "Ouch, it hurts me to death."
Jian Yi watched with cold eyes as Xie Mengxia finished the whole performance by himself, becoming more and more confused.
My adoptive father once said, His Royal Highness the King of Han is a man of great wisdom. Where is this great wisdom?
Crying louder than others is a sign of great wisdom?
He said calmly: "Your Highness, the general has not taken action yet."
Xie Mengxia said "Ah" and looked at his wrist: "Oh, you haven't done anything yet?" He put on a grimace, stretched out his hand like a hero, turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it again: "Then, hurry up."
Jian Yi pursed his lips. He wasn't nervous at first, but Xie Mengxia's attitude made him a little nervous.
When I was nervous, my hands inevitably shook a little, and the knife swayed a little too much.
The cold back of the knife was pressed against Xie Mengxia's wrist, inserted into the narrow gap between the iron chain and his wrist. The blade was pressed against the iron chain, and as soon as it made a "sizzling" friction sound, he jumped up with a roar.
"Ouch, it's too scary. Ouch, I can't live." Xie Mengxia smacked her thighs and cried particularly hard. Her eyes were misty and wet from crying, and she looked pitiful.
Looking at these eyes, Jian Yizhen felt like a bully bullying others.
He sighed, full of impatience, but not
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
If he dared to show it, he only spoke with 120% respect: "Your Highness, if you are so surprised again, you will be hurt even if you were not hurt originally."
Meng Suige lowered his head and looked at his wrist. Except for a shallow mark pressed by the back of the knife, there was no scar or anything like that.
His face turned red and he said angrily: "Oh, oh, Commander Jian, be sure, be sure to be gentle, be gentle."
"Don't worry, Your Highness." Jian Yi said expressionlessly. He raised the knife and dropped it. With a click, the chain broke into two pieces, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.
Xie Mengxia lowered his head and looked at the two iron chains, and then at the cold knife in Jian Yi's hand. He suddenly slipped out of the bed and onto the ground. He stared at a pair of wet phoenix eyes and cried as if he had survived the disaster: "I My life is so miserable, so scary."
Jian Yi opened his mouth slightly and looked at Xie Mengxia in astonishment, who was crying and his face was covered with tears and snot. He simply couldn't imagine how one person could have so many tears, as inexhaustible as spring water. It's inexhaustible, it stops when it wants to, and it comes when it comes.
He really had nothing to say to a crybaby. He looked up at Leng Linjiang and said, "Leng Shaoyin, we searched the house inside and out, but found nothing."
This was something that was expected. Leng Linjiang thanked him: "Commander Jian has worked hard all night. I will take care of the rest. Commander Jian will go back to rest first and wait for this matter." Now, I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude."
Jian Yi looked Leng Linjiang up and down. He knew that this man was a well-known dandy in the capital, but judging from the incident of His Highness the King of Han being kidnapped, he was not a dandy at all. He was even knowledgeable and shrewd. Very, and not at all arrogant.
He is a kind and polite young man.
Jian Yi exchanged a few words with Leng Linjiang before saying goodbye without stopping. He had to quickly report what happened here to his adoptive father Liu Shengsheng. The saint would be released one day. The kidnapping of His Highness the King of Han was... You can never hide this from a saint.
Xie Mengxia cried so hard that she had no tears anymore, she just sobbed from time to time, which sounded extremely pitiful.
Leng Linjiang glanced at Xie Mengxia, took a step back, sat on the bed next to him, curled his lips and taunted: "Cousin, I admire you the most. Why do you shed so many tears? You just come when you say so."
Xie Mengxia twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face, and said with a playful smile: "This is called skill."
Leng Linjiang snorted, turned to Xie Mengxia and said, "Your Highness still remembers the faces of the people who kidnapped you. I'll have someone come in and have their portraits drawn."
Xie Mengxia lay paralyzed on the bed as if he was boneless, and groaned: "I still remember that there was a man who came to deliver food every day. The people who looked after me called him Yong Da Guanshi."
This title went through Leng Linjiang's mind. He had no impression, so he nodded: "Then I'll call someone. Your Highness will wait a moment."
Xie Mengxia nodded and lay lazily on the bed, shaking his toes. When Leng Linjiang called for someone to come in, he was already shouting loudly.
Already fell into a deep sleep.
Leng Linjiang shook his head helplessly and smiled, then ordered people to carry Xie Mengxia to the bed, took off his clothes, shoes and socks, covered him with a brocade quilt, extinguished a few lights, and burned another stick of incense.
Seeing that there was nothing missing in the side hall, he slowly walked out.
When he walked out of the door, he saw Liu Jinghong standing under the tree, facing the wind. The moonlight penetrated from the huge tree canopy and dappled the ground with brilliance.
"Is everything cooked?" Liu Jing
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
After Hong had endured it for a few days, his body and bones could no longer bear it, and his voice became a little hoarse. He asked in a deep voice.
"Why are you standing in such a storm?" Leng Linjiang supported Liu Jinghong, walked slowly to the main hall, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you don't care about your body."
Liu Jinghong sneered: "Yun Gui, you're scaring me when you talk like that."
Leng Linjiang smiled and did not feel embarrassed at all: "What are you talking about, sir? You have worried a lot in the past two days. You are really tired. I am really worried."
Liu Jinghong stared at Leng Linjiang's smiling face as if he had seen a monster, feeling quite like he had seen a ghost.
He opened his mouth, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all, I'm about to get old, why do I care about so many other things?"
Leng Linjiang smiled as usual: "Sir, we still have to give the saint some trouble in this matter."
Liu Jinghong's eyes darkened and his body swayed.
First, the unlucky Han Wang was kidnapped, and then Leng Linjiang coaxed and deceived him and dragged him into this unfortunate incident. Does this matter have anything to do with Jingzhao Mansion having a penny? No, No! !
Liu Jinghong was so angry that he almost slammed the table.
The Jiaofang is under the control of Taichang Temple. If something happened to the King of Han in the Jiaofang, Taichang Temple has no one to blame.
Why did he run into the circle of right and wrong, but Qing Taichang Temple got it all?
He felt that a big pit appeared in front of him.
This is a pit within a pit, and the pits are all different.
Liu Jinghong glared at Leng Linjiang hatefully, his lips trembled violently, and he uttered the word you: "You, Yun Gui, you plotted against me."
Leng Linjiang's expression did not change, his heart did not beat, he was still smiling, and said in a calm voice: "Sir, what you said, how can I bear it? Your Highness, the King of Han, has returned safely. You have made a great contribution, let alone He is a third-grade retired person. Once you hand over this envelope, he will definitely be a second-grade retired person."
A white light flashed in Liu Jinghong's mind. The treatment of a second-grade emeritus can't be compared to that of a third-grade emeritus. This is exaggerating a class.
If he could really achieve a second-grade retirement and benefit his descendants, this was something he had never dared to think about before.
He suddenly laughed, clapped Leng Linjiang's hand, and shook his head with a smile: "You, you, Yun Gui, your mouth, but it speaks to my heart." He changed his mind, narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. Cloudy eyes: "Yun Gui, if you come up with this, after I retire, the position of governor will be yours."
Leng Linjiang smiled nonchalantly: "Sir, if you don't get this low-level official position, the position of Fu Yin will not belong to anyone else."
Liu Jinghong choked, pulled his face, and hummed twice with a smile on his face: "Yes, in Jingzhao Mansion, who can cross the clouds and return to you?"
The two walked through the main hall and walked to the official hall at the back. Leng Linjiang unfolded a letter, added water to the inkstone, filled the ink with ink, and handed it to Liu Jinghong, smiling without allowing him to refuse. : "My lord, early tomorrow morning, the official will hand over the fold."
Liu Jinghong grinded his teeth. Although he felt a little aggrieved, he had to admit that the hole Leng Linjiang dug for him was a good one.
He also knew very well why Leng Linjiang refused to reveal this secret.
He said helplessly: "Okay, I will take the lead for you. When you become the governor, I will see what other ways you can use to avoid taking the lead."
(End of chapter)
