Leng Linjiang walked away for a moment, and the sound of gasping and gasping could be heard from the bottom of the cliff, and the rope nailed to the ground began to shake violently.
"Someone is coming up, hurry up, pull out quickly, someone is coming up, pull out quickly."
"Brothers, pull the rope quickly."
The water bandits screamed, and several people worked together to pull the rope.
Leng Linjiang came to his senses and rushed to the edge of the cliff. He lay on the ground and shouted, "Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, is it you, Jiu Chao?"
"Stop screaming. If you scream again, you won't be able to climb anymore." After a moment of silence, Han Changmu's panting voice came from the bottom of the cliff. He was obviously testing back and forth on the edge of exhaustion.
"Jiuchao, wait, we, we will pull you up right now. Don't worry, don't worry." Leng Linjiang stood up suddenly, grabbed the rope, and gritted his teeth tightly, biting his forehead. The veins burst and he pulled back with all his strength.
A moment later, Han Changmu was pulled up the cliff by everyone, carrying Yao Yao on his back.
He carefully put Yao Yao down from behind and let her lie flat on the ground. Then he put two fingers on her wrist and took another pulse. He frowned tightly, and the fine lines between his eyebrows were Layers upon layers, like a dead knot.
"Jiuchao, Jiuchao, what happened to A Yao? Where is Your Highness? How is Your Highness?" Leng Linjiang saw that only Yao Yao had come up. He looked around and didn't see Xie Mengxia, and he couldn't help but feel sad. A sinking.
"His Highness is fine, Zhao Fusheng is carrying him, but A Yao's condition is not good, so I brought her up first." Han Changmu retracted his hand and stared at Yao Yao's face, which was almost like a dead person, and his low voice was like the voice before a rainstorm. The clouds are gathering.
Leng Linjiang suddenly panicked: "Ah Yao, what's wrong with Ah Yao!"
Han Changmu sighed: "When he fell off the cliff, A'ao caught His Highness and used his own body to cushion it, reducing His Highness's falling force and saving His life. But she herself was extremely injured. serious."
Upon hearing this, Leng Linjiang was stunned.
Li Changming couldn't help sighing. What a stupid girl.
Daya rushed up early, hugged Yao Yao's hand, and shouted one after another: "Sister Yao, sister Yao, wake up, I am Daya, wake up."
Qing Qian glanced at Da Ya, then moved her gaze downwards, landing on Yao Yao's pale face, feeling an indescribable joy in her heart.
In fact, she didn't have any old grudges with Yao Yao, but she couldn't explain why. She just didn't like her. Seeing her suffer, seeing her dying, she just felt happy all over.
Just when everyone was stunned and sighing, Zhao Fusheng also climbed up with a huff.
Everyone quickly gathered around and put down Xie Mengxia from his back.
Zhao Fusheng was so tired that he no longer cared about his appearance. He sat down on the ground and breathed heavily.
Leng Linjiang looked at the unconscious Xie Mengxia and asked Han Changmu worriedly: "Jiuchao, didn't you say that His Highness is fine? What, why haven't you woke up yet?"
Han Changmu shook his head helplessly: "Your Highness is very frightened. I guess we have to ask Feng Yu in the palace for some medicine. After a while, we will count the manpower. Let's return to Beijing quickly. A Yao's injury can't delay it."
While they were talking, the water bandits and the Yulin Army also climbed up one after another, climbing up from such a high cliff. Everyone's face was not too high, and they were obviously a little frightened.
Han Changmu ordered Zhao Fusheng and An Qing to count their men. No one was left under the cliff, so he ordered them to gather their men and rush towards the capital.
The whole journey was so fast that they encountered no dangers or obstacles. The group finally rushed into the capital at the last moment before the city gate closed, and swept into the capital like a strong wind.
This Qi Juechen startled the soldiers in front of the city gate.
As soon as he entered the city gate, Jin Yu, who had been waiting inside the city gate all day, came forward with an anxious look on his face. Looking at the mighty water bandits and Yulin army behind Han Changmu, he opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't tell. The words came out.
Han Changmu did not go into Jin Yu's words and hesitated. He raised his whip and said: "Second Master, Zhao Fusheng, you and everyone in Qingyun Village will follow Jin Yu to my house to rest first. Yun Gui, you will also go to my house to rest first." , I will take His Highness into the palace first to meet the saint, Jin Yu. You will bring Yao Canjun and others into the palace to settle down. We will talk about everything after I come back." He paused slightly and then said: "Take my name card, First, go to the Imperial Medical Office to ask a Korean doctor to treat Yao Canjun's injuries."
After these continuous instructions, Jin Yu's head was buzzing. It seemed that the matter in Qingyun Village was a big deal. He hurriedly responded and led a group of water bandits from Qingyun Village towards the Han Mansion. go.
Qing Qian coyly wanted to walk up to Han Changmu and say a word to him, but Han Changmu didn't even look at her. She felt a chill in her heart, so she had to turn back three times and follow Jin Yu.
Jin Yu clicked her tongue at the sight. What's wrong with the eldest son of his family? Is he blind? Why did he fall into this woman again?
Leng Linjiang had no objection. He knew very well that Han Changmu did not let him go to the palace to meet the saint in order to let him avoid the matter. After all, it involved Qiu Fu being ordered to kill Xie Mengxia. This matter could be big or small, and it was the easiest thing to do. Offend the saints.
Behind Han Changmu is the Han Palace and the Han Family Army. Han Changmu has his own foundation, and the saints have to be afraid of him.
But he, Leng Linjiang, was different. He was a person with no roots, and his life in this world depended solely on the compassion of the saint and his all-around exquisiteness. If the saint had no mercy for him, then his all-around exquisiteness would become If you form cliques for personal gain, disaster is just around the corner.
He cupped his hands in gratitude to Chaohan Changmu, turned around and left.
After everyone in Qingyun Village left, the city gate was mostly empty. There were originally some people watching, but when they heard that the Internal Security Department was handling the case, they immediately dispersed in fright, fearing that if they took one more look, their lives would be in danger.
Han Changmu turned to the many uneasy Yu Linjun and said: "I will definitely do what I promised, but now, I want to send you to the custody of the Internal Security Department first. After the matter is found out, we will Do you have any objections to letting you out?"
The Yulin troops looked at each other, obviously not expecting Han Changmu to make such a move.
After a moment of silence, An Qing came out of the crowd and said humbly: "Your Excellency, the Yulin Army is the emperor's bodyguard. If it is sent to the Imperial Guard, it may hurt the emperor's face. If it spreads, it will also affect your official reputation." Injury, as far as I can see, it is better to place these Yulin troops in the duty room outside the palace, guarded by internal guards, and I will accompany you to the palace to meet the saint, explain the matter, and let the saint handle it. Is that okay, sir? "
When Han Changmu heard this, he couldn't help but take a second look at An Qing. This person is considerate and dares to take on tasks. In time, he will become a leader.
He nodded: "Okay, just what General Yi'an said."
The Yulin soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief. They really didn't want to go into the Department of Internal Security. Who knew if they could come out alive after going in.
Just like that, the group went their separate ways.
Han Changmu handed over the sign and waited for a moment inside Yanying Gate before Gao Fuguo came out to greet him in person.
He was extremely surprised and asked in a low voice: "Prince Gao, did something happen in the palace?"
As Gao Fuguo led Han Changmu inside, he lowered his voice and said, "Master Han is back. The results of the provincial examination were released today, and there was almost a big mess. Now the elders of Jiang Ge are all answering in the palace. The saint is in a big fire." !”
"How could something happen when the results were released?" Han Changmu asked in surprise.
Gao Fuguo whispered in detail everything that happened in the Gongyuan today, and finally sighed and sighed: "Master Han, tell me, is this a big trouble? I also want to It doesn’t make sense, has Mr. Mu lost his mind and gone crazy? How could he have the courage to tamper with the provincial examination? This is a serious crime that will destroy the nine tribes!”
Han Changmu shook his head helplessly: "Superintendent Gao, this is just greed."
"Who says it's not the case?" Gao Fuguo nodded heavily: "Master Han doesn't know that Mr. Jiang is about to retire, so a seat is vacant in the cabinet. Several ministers who are qualified to join the cabinet are fighting with each other. His eyes were like chickens, but Master Mu remained silent. The saint had been looking at him for a long time, and he originally had a crush on Master Mu. Now that he did this, it was a slap in the face of the saint. How could it be possible, saint? Spare him lightly."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows slightly. These words should not have been said to him originally, but Gao Fuguo said it to him. Was it Gao Fuguo's own initiative or the instruction of the saint?
If he is a saint, why should he be allowed to hear these words?
Who is in the cabinet and who is not? What does it have to do with him?
The sky has completely darkened. As we walk along the red walls and green tiles into the palace, the high, blue sky becomes a black cloth covering the corridor. Under the eaves of the red wall, dimly yellow palace lanterns light up. Trim this piece of black cloth with a bright golden edge.
The long, narrow and deep corridor was extremely cramped and oppressive. As Han Changmu listened to Gao Fuguo's words, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Gao Fuguo seemed to have no idea about the saint's order yesterday, calling him back to Beijing overnight, but he arranged for the Yulin army to besiege Qingyun. The matter of the village.
Gao Fuguo can be said to be the person that the saint trusts most. The saint will not hide any decision from him.
Then either the saint concealed this matter from Gao Fuguo, or what Qiu Fun got was not the saint's secret decree at all.
He had a sudden thought in his heart. Who has the courage to do this? What kind of secret is hidden in Qingyun Village that makes the people behind the scenes willing to take such risks?
After walking a few steps, Gao Fuguo suddenly interrupted Han Changmu's thoughts and asked in a low voice: "What urgent matter does Master Han have to meet the saint this late at night?"
Han Changmu quickly recovered his thoughts and explained the incident in Qingyun Village in detail, focusing on Xie Mengxia's coma, but hiding many details that could not be mentioned.
Gao Fuguo staggered in fright and almost fell to the ground. His face turned pale. After a while, he tremblingly asked: "His Royal Highness, Your Highness, is unconscious. How are you now? Where is Your Highness now?"
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