Early morning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jingyang held a glazed blue and white porcelain bowl with a bowl of poached egg noodles boiled by Gu'er, and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and the hot noodles snorted into his mouth.

deliberately wanted to let the two officials of the Supervision Department who they thought were hiding in the shadows and not being noticed know that they were actually from ordinary backgrounds in the market, and they would eat noodles and bring them to the courtyard, without the elegance of a noble background.

The two officials hiding on the second floor of an attic looked a little sleepy-eyed, and in order to ensure that they didn't fall asleep, the thin one of them quipped: "Even if you become the first of the Nine Swords Sect, no matter how well-dressed you are, you still can't avoid the despicable habits of being born in the market." ”

Another bearded man rubbed his eyes and said unhappily: "I also like to bring noodles to the yard, isn't it a waste of good spring to sit at the table in a proper manner?"

"So you can't avoid being ugly from the market. ”

The latter was just about to return the favor, but the former hurriedly pushed him to signal him to be quiet, looked at a pretty woman in blue plain clothes below, and said in a deep voice: "This one seems to be a little familiar." ”

It was an alley where not many people lived, and this woman walked alone in the yard.

The bearded man quickly calmed down, rubbed his eyes and saw clearly, before he lost his voice and said, "This is not ...... Lin Yurong, the queen's personal maid, what is she doing here?"

Lin Yurong is a symbol of the queen's mother many times, and everyone in Hanyi City knows that this girl has grown up beside the queen since she was a child, and most of the time in the eyes of the queen is not a palace maid, but an existence like a daughter.

Her appearance often means something else, especially when this Supervision Department and the Dark Martial Supervisor are eyeing Jingyang at the same time.

Seeing that she stopped in front of Jingyang's courtyard, the bearded man said coldly: "The letter reports to the principal." ”

……

Hearing the knock on the door, Jingyang put the clean noodle bowl back to the house and put it on the table, not wanting the dirty noodle bowl to leave a bad impression, so he quickly opened the old courtyard door, and couldn't help but smile when he saw that it was a familiar and pretty face.

"Coming?"

Rong'er's face was not as good as his, she looked a little impatient, pushed away his hand and walked straight to the courtyard, frowned, and said, "Do you know how troublesome it is for me to leave the palace once?"

"Yes. Jingyang said with a smile.

Seeing his smile, Rong'er couldn't help but be short of breath, and said, "You can still laugh when you offend so many people?"

After all, he had a request for her, and he couldn't talk back casually like last time, and he was worried that he wouldn't get her help if he annoyed her, so Jingyang kept his mouth shut.

Rong'er snorted, her eyes softened, as if admiring him for knowing a lot, walked to the stone bench next to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, rubbed her somewhat sore legs, looked at Jingyang and said: "You have to depose Yi Wuchuan, and offend the Dark Martial Supervisor and the Supervision Department at the same time, do you know that in the entire Hanyi City...... No, in the entire Zhongzhou, no one has ever dared to do this, except for those amazing Yuan Sheng. ”

Jingyang stood in front of her and said, "I know, that's why I let you come out." ”

"Why should I come out?" said Rong'er with a crooked mouth, unhappily.

"You're out. ”

"Then I'll go back now. ”

"Girl help. Jingyang took a step forward and grabbed her as she got up and walked out of the house.

Rong'er turned her head to see her wrist being held, and her face couldn't help but blush.

Jingyang hurriedly let go of his hand.

Rong'er glanced at him angrily, rubbed her wrist, which was accidentally dragged by the thin skin and tender meat, and said calmly: "You haven't shown what a person who asks for help should be. ”

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Jingyang calmed down, was very confused, and asked, "What should I do?"

"At least give me a cup of tea, I've been walking alone for so long. Rong'er complained.

"Oooh. When Jingyang was about to go to serve tea, as soon as Rong'er came in, she knew that there were guests coming, and Gu'er, who had prepared the tea, took the tray and put the two cups of tea on the stone table.

"Miss, please have tea. "Gu'er has been in Yiqing Building for so many years, and she understands these rules very well, and her smile is also the most pleasant smile required by Yiqing Building.

Rong'er looked at Gu'er, and after Gu'er returned to the house, she asked, "This is the girl in your letter?"

Jingyang was a little worried about her and said, "Yes." ”

Rong'er sat back on the stone bench, the cool stone bench made people a little uncomfortable, but she still didn't get up, took a sip of the teacup, which was inferior to the tea in the palace, which was as inferior as muddy water, and took a sip of the microphone unhappily, but still swallowed it.

Jingyang smiled, she was not as arrogant and domineering as ordinary nobles in the palace, she seemed to understand the feelings of others, and she seemed to be infected by the queen mother a lot in dealing with the world.

Rong'er put down the teacup and said, "I'll help you, how can you thank me?"

Jingyang lowered his head, like a person who respectfully asked for others, and said, "I owe you a favor." ”

"What's the use of your love?" Rong'er looked very unusual.

Jingyang thought for a while and said, "It will always be useful in a few years." ”

Rong'er couldn't stop stretching her legs and knocked on the soft ground with her heels, and said, "What do I want by my mother's side, can you do something more useful than this?"

Jingyang didn't know how to answer, indeed, there were too few things he could do, and Rong'er was almost able to do nothing by the queen's side, and there would be nothing she needed to do.

Rong'er looked at his embarrassed face, snickered proudly, and said, "I heard that you had a bracelet during the dust banquet to block Jin Sheng's Blood Moon Killing, how about giving me that bracelet of yours?"

Jingyang's face changed, it was something that Liu Chenyi gave him, even if he didn't have the effect of that talisman, he wouldn't be able to give it to others, and besides, this bracelet had a representative name, and he shook his head and said, "No." ”

Rong'er's legs no longer swayed, and she said unhappily: "No sincerity, I won't help you." ”

"It's something someone else has given me, I can't give it to you, anything else. Jingyang said seriously.

Rong'er's eyes rolled like a fox, and said, "Then I want your dragon tooth sword." ”

Jingyang was stunned, and was embarrassed: "The Dragon Tooth Sword is a thing of the master's sect, I don't know if I can give it to you." ”

The dull explanation Rong'er felt that it was not interesting at all, how could this young man be so arrogant and powerful, and some of his jokes in front of him were so dull?

Rong'er waved her hand in disappointment and said, "Forget it, you're really boring." ”

Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you have any other requests, I will definitely help." ”

"Any request is acceptable?" Rong'er tilted her head.

"I will do what I can. ”

Rong'er snorted and said, "Then you can remember it for me, don't admit it when I look for you in the future." ”

Jingyang laughed, "Okay." ”

Rong'er stood up and pulled her clothes, and said, "I'm doing this to help a little girl, you're really nice." ”

Jingyang felt very guilty in his heart, and said, "These are all the troubles I brought to her." ”

Rong'er glanced at Jingyang, walked into the house, and talked to Rong'er, who was cleaning the room, her daughter's family is always easy to get along with, and soon there was a laughter like a silver bell.

……

The secret letter was passed into the secret military supervisor, and what made Yi Weijie frown was that Lin Yurong appeared and went shopping hand in hand with Gu'er.

Everyone knows who Lin Yurong is, and her identity is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary palace maid, but what she didn't expect at all was that she would be willing to come to help Jingyang.

also because of her appearance, which made this matter difficult.

However, Yi Weijie didn't care.

There are often many ways to deal with a thing, directly one is one, indirect is the other, there are not many people in this world who can be careless, without worries, as long as there is, that is a weakness, is a place that can take advantage of the void.

What he is good at is killing, and what he is good at is also taking advantage of the void.

……

Zhongzhou has always been accustomed to calling the emperor by the name of the year.

Li Linsheng established the name of Shenwu, so the people of the world called him Emperor Shenwu.

July 12 of the 10th year of Shenwu.

This is a special day, because the remnants of another Dayin in eight years have been washed out and will be beheaded tomorrow.

Located in the western suburbs of the city, the prison is as strict and solemn as ever, the cold iron chains and bright red blood are still the two main colors here, and the smell of mildew and the smell of blood decay are pungent to the nostrils.

The prison of the Supervision Department was dim, the fire was jumping, Zhang Jianguo ushered in his last meal, and tomorrow was the day he went on the road.

This meal was good wine and meat, the best meal he had seen in two months, but his body did not support him even to lift the bamboo chopsticks.

Lowered from the wall, he looked at the meal silently, and there was no sparkle in his eyes as colorful as poisonous snakes.

In the surrounding cells, there were officials who had been tortured to the point of madness, singing indiscriminately and uncomposed songs, and the one had only been in for seven days.

There was also one who had just been put down from his chains, holding his bloody self and trembling in pain, and he had only been in for two days.

The prisoners had never been in for more than a month, and they were still sane, whether they were the majestic generals on the battlefield or the sinister and cunning enemy assassins.

Zhang Jianguo is an exception here, and has become the object of frequent discussion among the jailers.

The detoxification officer came to detoxify him, and he will not be tortured again from today when he goes on the road tomorrow.

The color in his eyes gradually dissipated and returned to normal, but there was no longer any look in the eyes that people should have.

His body slowly curled up together, retreating to a corner of the prison, tears finally couldn't help but flow out.

Peng Jiuling stood at the door of the prison and looked at him in tears, with no smug look on his face.

He still has no intention of opening his mouth, life is better than death, and he will not open his mouth, so facing death, which is tantamount to a way of liberation, is even less likely to speak. Peng Jiuling secretly hated in his heart, he shouldn't have repaid his expectations.

If he doesn't open his mouth, then he won't get any good sweetness, and he will even be under pressure.

Turning around and leaving the prison, the blood-red official robe was hidden by the light outside the prison, and the heavy four dark iron gates of the prison slowly fell in a burst of chains and machine springs.