217: Messenger of the Word
Zhou Yanqing said with an unpredictable expression.
"I would like to thank the marshal, last night a woman infiltrated the palace pretending to be a palace person, and I don't know who sent it. ”
"But I also have to praise the marshal, the marshal is so powerful that he killed people in bed, and I have already disposed of the corpse. But what is this place, Marshal?"
"It's a drunken mess* and a place to score points, but I'm not a Qinglou kiln here. ”
She took the lead and slowly took two steps back, she tried her best to hide it, but her legs were a little closed, but she made a strong expression.
Xuan Ye felt that this was a bit informative, but he was also relieved.
Merely...... What does it feel weird about?
Moreover, he is a man on the march, although he is not like the flower monk Jingci of the Nine Folds Temple, who wants to vomit when he touches a woman, but even if he has visited the Qinglou before, he has at most listened to people sing small songs, and he has always been innocent.
His first time, just so inexplicably gone?
He furrowed his eyebrows, but he couldn't see any joy or anger, only a little distress.
Originally, I wanted to leave it to his future daughter-in-law for the first time.
Xuan Ye was depressed.
He received this kind of family education, and the man next to him had three wives and four concubines, but his deceased adoptive father was an infatuated one, who adopted him ten years ago, and also educated him with the idea of only waiting for one person in his life.
This kind of thing annoys him.
"She's really dead?"
Zhou Yanqing: "How can the marshal not know if the spy is dead or not? If the marshal doesn't believe it, look at the bloodstains on the bed!"
Xuan Ye: "......"
"And where is her body? ”
"It was disposed of last night. ”
"I want a corpse!"
"Even if you have to go to a mass grave and make a circle. Marshal should I be a graveyard here?"
Xuan Ye sulked his face, immediately picked up his clothes, turned his back to Zhou Yanqing and quickly changed them: "I'll talk about the rest later, she's in the mass grave, right?"
Zhou Yanqing: "???"
Is there something wrong with this person, after he woke up, she observed his words, and said in her heart that he didn't remember much about last night's events, so she put away the shotgun and didn't kill the killer, otherwise if Xuan Ye died here, it would be difficult to explain the millions of troops under the city, and the next would definitely be a war.
Later, she said nonsense, and he seemed to believe it, which could be regarded as testifying to her previous judgment and speculation.
But what he meant, is he going to a mass grave?
Zhou Yanqing sighed, and his eyes rolled.
"This matter is handled by King Wenyuan, and the marshal can go and ask my imperial uncle. ”
Xuan Ye twisted his eyebrows and stared at Zhou Yanqing again, then turned his head and left.
It wasn't until he left that Zhou Yanqing's body shook and sat back on the chair with trembling legs.
After another half an hour, she walked out of the cold palace and saw Lin Wenzhou and the others waiting again with subtle expressions.
The emperor was taken away by the marshal last night, and there were many people who listened to the corner. In addition to Liang Wenxin and Yin Huaili, who were in a state of soul, there were also the guards of the forbidden army, but the situation at that time was really difficult to break, and the dust had settled, so Zhou Yanqing did not let those people in.
After all...... Too unsightly.
Zhou Yanqing pursed her lips.
"Spread my word, last night's events are rotten in the stomach!"
Lin Wenzhou said in his heart, the emperor likes men, and he has the habit of breaking his sleeves like Longyang, but with the noble status of the Ninety-Five, he should also be the one above, but last night......
It was clearly pressed by the marshal.
This is no glamorous thing.
Lin Wenzhou thought he had come to his senses, he was very thoughtful, not only gave the order to die, but also asked Bai Ruohe to replace the forbidden army guarding Zichen Palace.