The little palace maid was scared and anxious, but she didn't dare to shout. She just dodged in a hurry. However, she was soon caught up by Huangfu Liang. Just when he was about to take a step further and push the person to the ground, something happened in front of him. Suddenly there was a pair of black boots in front of her.
Huangfu Liang was startled - after all, he had just passed through it and could not instantly enter the mind of a real superior.
He raised his head and faced a young and stern face. The eyes on his face were dark and heavy, unable to let in any light.
Huangfu Liang was frightened at first and subconsciously let go of his hand. The little palace maid got up from the ground crying and hid behind the visitor as if running for her life.
Huangfu Liang sat there for a long time, and finally came to his senses - I am the prince, and besides my father and mother, I am the eldest. What should I be afraid of? !
Just sleeping with a palace maid!
He stood up with support, intending to put on the prince's airs, but in the blink of an eye he thought through another point.
The people in the palace would know who he was when they saw his face, how could the visitor not know?
Knowing his identity and daring to harm his good deeds, he obviously relied on him.
Is he also a prince?
The clothes don't look like him either, there's no dragon on his clothes...
So, who is coming?
You can't let people know that you have crossed over to replace the original owner, otherwise you will be dragged out and burned? !
When Huangfu Liang thought of this, his earlier arrogance and pride disappeared instantly.
This is the first crisis he faces.
How to deal with this person in front of you?
Put on the prince's airs and scold people away?
Judging from his appearance, it seems that he is not afraid of the original owner, otherwise how could he dare to do bad things?
But if you don't put on airs and don't reveal your secrets...
In just a short moment, Huangfu Liang had hundreds of thoughts in his mind. He patted the dust on his clothes and said with a smile, "I drank a few too many drinks tonight, so I'm a little drunk."
It was an explanation for his previous gaffe.
He pretended to be calm, but carefully looked at the person in front of him from the corner of his eye.
The man in front of me smiled lightly after hearing this, and nodded slightly to him with his sword in hand: "I'm here, the commander of the Duwei Mansion, Yan Zhao."
Huangfu Liang: "Huh?"
He was a little confused.
What commander of the pro-army forces is here?
What kind of official is this?
How many products?
Isn't he a prince?
How dare you come to stop me?
Several questions came to his mind, and Huangfu Liang was filled with confusion. His eyes fell on the other person's face, and when he saw that he was still calm and calm, his heart suddenly suddenly felt!
The original owner is a prince!
This Yan Zhao is a minister, but he is a minister who can walk freely in the palace!
How could they not know each other?
In this case, why does he need to introduce himself to himself? !
Huangfu Liang was instantly terrified!
Cold sweat had already climbed onto his forehead, and his back was clammy. He forced a smile and said: "Yan, Yan..."
Damn it!
I only remember that his name was Yan Zhao, but I can't remember his official name. Isn't it rude for the ancients to call him by his first name?
Yan Zhao said softly: "You can call me Commander Yan."
When Huangfu Liang heard this, he felt a sense of ominousness in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more reluctant: "Strict commander, what are you..."
Yan Zhao smiled slightly, turned his body sideways, and made way for him: "The Imperial Guard's Mansion invites you, let's go."
…
If Huangfu Liang had any eyesight and noticed Yan Zhao's movement of holding the knife when he first spoke to him, he would have known that a military attache who can carry a knife straight into the palace is by no means an ordinary person.
Too bad he didn't notice.
If Huangfu Liang knew a little bit about the official system of the Ming Dynasty, he should know that this pro-military captain's mansion was the predecessor of Jinyiwei.
It's a pity that he doesn't know.
In addition to this, there are many factors that together doomed Huangfu Liang's tragedy.
Although he deserved it.
…
From time traveling to imprisonment, there was not even an hour before and after. Huangfu Liang probably set a record for time travellers.
Of course he was panicked, and he was inevitably scared, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart - he was a prince after all!
Even if you are really suspected, don't you have to go see the emperor's father and discuss the crime?
How will I escape then?
Just say that you hit your head and don’t remember anything, or just make up a set of lies taught by gods and Buddhas to fool people?
Huangfu Liang made several drafts, but they were not used at all.
Yan Zhao took him to jail, and soon a guard came forward silently and peeled off Huangfu Liang's Gunlong robe.
He wanted to speak, but the two guards who were holding him didn't even give him a chance to say anything. They raised their hands and removed his lower jaw, then hung him up with a rope, stretched out their arms, and removed it. There was an almost pitch-black whip soaked in tung oil hanging on the wall.
This whole process was the first time for Huangfu Liang to experience it, but he had done it countless times in the Qingjun Duwei Mansion. He was able to hang the person up smoothly, so that the person's wrists could support his whole body weight, but his feet could not touch the ground. It is not surprising that after being hung for a long time, the skin and flesh on the wrists fell off, leaving only white bones.
Huangfu Liang took the whip very hard. When he was put down, his white shirt had been stained with blood, and he was so dying that he couldn't even cry out.
Yan Zhao then slowly closed his jaw, took out his left hand and held it aside: "What's your name?"
Every cell in Huangfu Liang's body was screaming in pain. Seeing Yan Zhao at this time was like seeing a fierce ghost. He just wished he could recruit his parents and eighteen generations of his ancestors!
He inhaled in pain and said intermittently: "Huang, Huangfu Liang..."
Yan Zhao took out the dagger from his waist and played with it lightly on his fingertips: "Tell me about your experience before coming here?"
Huangfu Liang was speechless.
this……
This can be said to be his biggest secret.
Huangfu Liang's brief hesitation was replaced by Yan Zhao's absolute decisiveness.
Holding Huangfu Liang's left hand with one hand, the next moment the tip of the dagger clasped Huangfu Liang's nail bed. After probing and picking, the thin piece of nail bed fell to the ground, and the back was covered with a bright red.
Huangfu Liang suddenly let out a howl that was so shrill that it was almost like a beast.
…
Qianqing Palace.
The emperor was wearing regular clothes and sitting on the official hat chair. He was stroking the jade Ruyi in his hand, but his eyes fell on the blood-stained document in front of him.
There were no palace attendants in the palace, and there was silence all around. Only the three-legged rhinoceros-head incense burner placed on the east side was letting out wisps of green smoke...
Yan Zhao stood at the bottom, his eyelids slightly drooped, silent.
After a long time, the emperor pushed the document forward, turned his face, and said behind the screen: "You should also come and take a look."
A dignified woman in her forties came out from behind the screen, but she was Queen Duan.
Yan Zhao quickly bowed and saluted, saying: "Foster mother."
Empress Duan nodded to him with a gentle expression, then picked up the pages of documents from the table and read them carefully.
There was cold murderous intent and longing in the emperor's eyes, but the question he asked was not Huangfu Liang, but: "How is the East Palace today?"
Yan Zhao's heart trembled, and he said seriously: "Everything is normal, nothing unusual. There is just one thing..."
He told the emperor that the emperor's eldest grandson secretly went to the front hall to visit his father because he was worried about Donggong's health, and even told the emperor about the conversation between Donggong and his son.
After hearing this, the emperor's face, which was still a little cold at first, suddenly became warmer, and he said happily: "Brother Ying is a good boy, with the loyalty and filial piety of his father."
Empress Duan listened attentively, with a bit of a smile on her face: "It seems to be here, I heard Brother Ying's voice, talking to Chun Gu outside. This child has a loud voice since he was born. "
Zhu Di entered the inner hall of Qianqing Palace with the prince, and saw not only his father in his previous life and his grandfather in this life, but also the queen and his father's adopted son in this life, Yan Zhao, the commander of the Duwei Mansion.
As soon as he saw the lineup, he knew that something big must have happened. Otherwise, his father and his mother were not the secret agents of the secret service, so they dismissed their attendants and discussed the matter behind closed doors.
But what does this have to do with him?
When the sky falls, there is a tall man holding it up!
What does it have to do with my seven-year-old Huangfu Ying?
I'm obviously just a kid!
The person in front of him was his biological father and mother from his previous life. Zhu Di had no psychological burden. After completing the family ceremony with the prince, he happily approached him: "Grandpa, grandpa, I miss you so much! When are you free? Let's go rabbit hunting together. You promised to teach me archery before!"
The old cucumber is painted green - the emperors in the space have sore teeth.
They are all foxes who have become sperms. What kind of gourd baby is Zhu Di pretending to be here?
But the emperor didn't feel that the fat boy in front of him was pretentious at all.
After the prince and the emperor's eldest grandson entered the palace, he looked at them with a hint of imperceptible scrutiny. At this time, he saw that his strong grandson was acting as before. , the fleshy face was full of genuine intimacy, the suspicion disappeared, and even though he was in a bad mood before, he was coaxed into smiling.
"hold on--"
The emperor laughed and said: "When the matter at hand is settled, grandpa will personally take you to the paddock to hunt rabbits!"
Empress Duan folded the things in her hands with a smile and put them into her sleeves, as if it was not a document stained with blood, but an unimportant recipe: "You little naughty boy, do you only know grandpa? Don’t you know me?”
Zhu Di immediately approached him with a shy face: "How about I beat a rabbit and make you a pair of gloves? If you don't mind, I can make another Zhaojun lying on the rabbit!"
