Zhongjing City is said to be small, but in fact it is very big. Many people live in this city and will never see them once in their lifetime.
Zhongjing City may be said to be big, but in fact it is very small. A news spread throughout the streets and alleys almost in the blink of an eye.
In the morning, we were still discussing what kind of surprise Wolong Zhuge Liang would give Liu Xuande next, who asked Liu Xuande to prepare to visit the thatched cottage three times. In the afternoon, we were replaced by the news that Wanghou killed someone in the street.
The fastest way for information to disappear is not to be forgotten, but to be replaced.
Well, it looks like love.
"Do you know? The Xiaoyu who was killed is usually the most loved by Wanghou. He will be killed as soon as he is told."
"The Wanghou family is like this, very violent. Our ancestors were granted the title of marquis because they killed the most enemies. Originally, they were granted the title of marquis of death, but later the word had an ominous meaning, so it was changed to Wanghou. A favored concubine is nothing. This generation of Wanghou has lived for many years. When I was young, I was almost beaten to death by Lao Wanghou!"
"Yes, yes, I have the impression! At that time, there was a handicap to bet on how many years Xiao Wanghou could live. The dealer who opened the market thought he would not survive until the age of fourteen!"
"If it weren't for a single seedling, in order to continue the family line and keep the title of Marquis Wang, I would probably not live to be fourteen years old."
"Telling me some gossip, I heard that Mrs. Wanghou was tortured to death by Old Wanghou."
"What do you mean? I heard that Old Wanghou was poisoned to death by Little Wanghou."
"Hey, this Duke's family is really in chaos..."
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At this moment, Wanghou Mansion.
All the servants buried their heads and did not dare to make a sound. Outsiders only knew that Wanghou went out to kill people at noon, but they knew that Wanghou had been killing people since the morning, and more than a dozen corpses had been buried in the backyard.
In the main hall, Jiang Yudai had a gloomy face and lowered his voice and asked, "Has everything been dealt with?"
The housekeeper standing aside swallowed nervously, stepped forward and replied softly: "Since yesterday, all the servants who had come into contact with Xiaoyu have been killed. Only by mistake, not by mistake."
"The net has been laid out. Anyone related to this matter will be rewarded immediately once discovered."
Jiang Yudai nodded and picked up the tea bowl on the table, but his hands were shaking slightly. He murmured: "Bastard...bastard...bastard..."
Everyone saw Jiang Yudai's violence, but they didn't know that his heart was filled with fear at the moment.
How can it be? How can it be? How could Xiaoyu know the secret that had been buried in his heart for twenty years?
It should obviously be buried in the grave with that old bastard.
He was not afraid of rumors outside that he had killed Old Wanghou. In fact, the old bastard's death had nothing to do with him.
But the secrets Xiaoyu knew were enough to knock him down from his current position of prosperity as a Marquis!
Even the godmother, the Queen, is inconvenient to change things for herself.
What's more, the current Empress probably doesn't have much thought to defend herself.
He didn't have the talent for reading, and he wasn't good at writing or martial arts. Instead, he was arrogant and domineering, and offended many people.
If he loses his position as Marquis, he may not necessarily die, but he believes that life will be worse than death.
This time, even if all the energy of the Marquis Palace is used and all the past favors are consumed, this secret must be kept!
Just when Jiang Yudai put the teacup tremblingly against her lips, a servant walked in tremblingly and said: "Master Marquis, someone outside asked a child to send a letter, and told you to let it be seen! "
"Letter?" Jiang Yudai was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the letter and opened the envelope. Jiang Yudai's eyes suddenly widened.
There were only three big words on the white paper——
I know!
Jiang Yudai shook his hands, and the letter fell, but it burned while falling and turned into ashes in an instant. Jiang Yudai also fell on the chair.
"Master Hou——" The housekeeper stepped forward to help Jiang Yudai, but Jiang Yudai pushed him away. Jiang Yudai frantically grabbed the servant who brought the letter in, and asked sternly: "Where is the person who sent the letter? Where is the person?"
The servant seemed to be frightened and hesitated: "It's... a... child... child, he said... said..."
"say what!"
"Say...the address is...on the envelope!"
Jiang Yudai pushed away the servant, threw down the desk, took the envelope in his hand, looked through it carefully, and finally saw a line of small words on the back of the letter paper.
"Fifteen miles south of the city, Meizhuang."
Jiang Yudai calmed down and ordered: "Prepare your horse!"
After a slight pause, he added: "Ask all my personal guards to follow."
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Chen Luo shook his head, trying to get the image of the woman being shot out of his mind.
Chen Luo sighed. When the bowstring sounded, he could have stopped it.
But he never expected that the man named Jiang would take action.
In just a moment's hesitation, the long arrow had already penetrated the woman's head.
However, even Cheng Diifei and Luo Hongnu could only curse a few words with red eyes and put the matter aside. Naturally, Chen Luo could only digest such impact silently, and there was no need to stand up and defend him with dignity. The other party seeks justice.
After all, Jingzhao Mansion will verify the identity of the woman. If she is really a domestic slave, it can only be regarded as a family matter of Wanghou Mansion.
Fugitive slaves can be killed, it is written into the Daxuan Law!
Chen Luo felt that his little bit of moral values from his previous life were being rapidly assimilated by this world.
After calming down, Chen Luo picked up the pen again.
If you want to change the world, you must first start with what you are good at.
For example, copy...write a book!
This chapter needs to be written carefully.
Because, that man is here.
"When I was looking at the hall, I saw Mr. turning over and about to get up. Suddenly he fell asleep facing the inner wall. The boy wanted to retaliate. Xuande said, 'Don't be alarmed.' After another hour, Kong Ming woke up and recited a poem:"
"Who wakes up first from a big dream?"
"I know myself all my life."
"Thatched cottage spring sleep enough,"
"The sun is getting late outside the window."
After Kongming finished chanting, he turned over and asked the boy, "Are there any lay guests coming?"
…
"Having said that, he ordered the boy to take out a scroll and hang it in the middle hall. He pointed it to Xuande and said: 'This is the map of the fifty-four states of Xichuan. The general wants to become hegemonic. Let Cao Cao occupy the sky in the north and Sun Quan in the south. General You can take advantage of Renhe. First take Jingzhou as your home, then take Xichuan to build your foundation, so as to form a tripartite force, and then you can plan for the Central Plains.'"
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Holding the latest volume of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that was just delivered, Yan Baichuan was filled with admiration when he saw "Long Zhong Dui"!
"What a Zhuge Kongming, he knows the affairs of the world without leaving the mountains. Dividing the world into three parts, what a courage and pattern!"
Yan Baichuan seemed to have found the feeling of a confidant, walking around in his elegant home: "Wolong! Wolong! Are those idiots from the Dragon Clan worthy of being named Zhuge?"
After walking for a while, Yan Baichuan sat back down again, wanting to see how Kong Ming knew about Liu Bei next, but he never expected that this time he just wrote about Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei returning together, and Liu Bei asking Zhuge Liang for advice every day, and then he wrote sharply. Repost, write about Sun’s revenge battle!
"Who wants to see this Jiang Dongsun! I want to see Zhuge Liang!" Yan Baichuan slammed the table and turned over a few pages, only to find that there was no record of Zhuge Liang anymore, and he couldn't calm down for a while!
"Shame on the literati...!"
After saying something bitterly, Yan Baichuan looked back at the beginning, planning to play "Longzhong Pair" again!
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On the other side, Jiang Yu led his horse and galloped to Meizhuang, which was mentioned on the envelope.
This plum village is famous for its unique blood plum blossoms. Every winter, the plum blossoms bloom. The red plum blossoms are as bright as blood and are better than ordinary plum blossoms.
In the previous dynasty, there was a hermit who called himself "Plum Wife and Crane Son". He lived in seclusion all day long and trained his disciples. Later, the barbarians invaded and the entire defense line of Beijing collapsed. Just when everyone was fleeing, the hermit came from the east and showed the cultivation of a second-level scholar. He fought against three barbarian kings and fought for the escape of millions of people. A stick of incense time.
According to historical records, the last words of this hermit scholar before his death were: "If my disciple dies, how can my master not die?"
In the end, the hermit scholar's blood spread to the sky, and the hot blood dripped on the ground, giving birth to the ten-mile blood plum!
Jiang Yudai anxiously searched among the blood plums. Suddenly, a petal of blood plum fell and floated in front of Jiang Yudai. Then the petals floated to a certain place. Jiang Yudai understood the meaning and quickly followed.
A moment later, a small wooden house appeared in front of Jiang Yudai. Jiang Yudai opened the door of the wooden house and saw a person sitting cross-legged inside, with his back to him.
"Come in and sit down!" The voice was calm and calm. There was no male or female, no age, no sadness or joy.
Jiang Yudai hesitated for a moment, but followed the other party's instructions, walked into the wooden house, and sat down quietly.
With a "swipe" sound, the door of the wooden house closed by itself, immediately cutting off the sunlight outside the house, and the entire wooden house was pitch black.
Just as Jiang Yudai was about to make a move, a sudden pressure fell on Jiang Yudai, making him unable to move. He tried his best to look ahead, but could only see a dark patch of darkness. At this time, the voice came out again.
"I mean no harm, no need to worry."
"I already know about your affairs."
At this time, Jiang Yudai felt a coldness in his throat, coughed, and found that he could speak, and said quickly: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"
The voice in the darkness sounded again: "Dangtang Wanghou is actually the child of incest between his mother and his uncle. Is this true?"
Jiang Yudai felt that the blood all over his body was burning. He lowered his voice: "Who are you? What evidence do you have? What do you want?"
Yes, incest.
His biological father was the uncle who was brain-damaged when he was young and later died after falling from a horse!
Who can blame this!
Who let that old bastard hurt his descendants on the battlefield, but he still wanted to leave incense for his ancestors, so he drugged his mother and let his cerebral palsy brother take his place.
The old bastard killed his brother and his wife, but he didn't dare to kill his son!
Even if you thought about killing someone several times, didn't you always stop?
Jiang Yudai's breathing gradually became heavier.
In the human race, the more noble the class, the more regulations there are that cannot be touched under any circumstances.
For example, people collude, such as incest!
Incest is against etiquette! Violation of etiquette!
He may not die, but his title and honor will be far away from him forever and will never come back.
"What do you want me to do!" Jiang Yudai couldn't stand the other party's silence and increased his leverage!
The voice in the darkness finally sounded again, this time with a hint of smile, and said: "It's not what you should do for me, but what should you do?"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you!"
"no need to thank me."
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Jiang Yudai waited for a while, and the cabin was still quiet. Jiang Yudai found that the pressure on his body had dissipated. He quickly stood up and grabbed forward, only to find that the figure sitting in front of him had disappeared without a trace, leaving only A jade slip.
Jiang Yudai picked up the jade slip, a piece of information was passed into Jiang Yudai's mind, and then the jade slip collapsed.
Jiang Yudai looked serious and opened the door of the wooden house. Suddenly the sun hit his face, making his eyes narrow.
After adapting to the light, the corners of Jiang Yudai's mouth suddenly turned up in an arc...
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