It seems that before Brother Zhaowu, he didn't know his own situation, not that he didn't care about himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he must have rushed over as soon as he got the news, Brother Zhaowu, do you like me too?

And Yang Zhaowu, who was out of prison, went back to the county lord's mansion first after a little discussion with Lord Mo. He didn't alarm his father and mother, but just packed all his belongings, took Ping Lei, and returned to the general's mansion.

Since his mother concealed the news of his sister, he did not plan to live in the county lord's mansion, and as soon as the city gate opened at dawn, he immediately went out of the city to Guanghua Temple.

And King Jing went to the back hall of Dali Temple with Lord Wang.

"Have you disposed of the corpse of the flying cicada?"

Lord Wang stood beside him and replied, "King Jing rest assured, everything has been dealt with, and there will not even be slag." ”

"Why did someone want to kill Xie Yixin, and no one informed this king?" King Jing was very annoyed when he thought of being preempted by Yang Zhaowu!

Lord Wang was puzzled and said, "Remove Xie Yixin's furnishings and furniture cover, does His Highness know?" ”

"Remove things, this king knows! But who allowed you to move Xie Yixin? Didn't I say that in order to ensure Xie Yixin's safety, the execution must also be approved by this king! ”

The more King Jing spoke, the more angry he became, if Yang Zhaowu hadn't arrived in time, when he arrived, maybe he would only have seen Xie Yixin's corpse! As soon as he thought of this, King Jing had the urge to kill.

Lord Wang saw King Jing's angry appearance, wiped his sweat and said, "Your Highness, I have already sent my staff to the palace to report the news that someone from the Wei Mansion will be unfavorable to Miss Xie!" ”

"Who is in contact with the royal palace? Why didn't you stop and report on me? "King Jing's tyrannical aura can no longer be concealed.

Lord Wang couldn't answer, so he had to urgently summon the staff to come, and the staff replied in a trembling voice: "When the little one arrived at the palace, he was received by Lady Mo, and the little one said that the mother sent someone to come, which would be unfavorable to Miss Xie, and said that His Royal Highness has something to say in front of him, and he wants to keep Miss Xie safe." Can....... ”

"Say!" King Jing's muscles burst out and roared!

"But Lady Mo said: Niangniang is just arraigned, and she will suffer a little bit of flesh and skin at most, which is not unsafe, so she will let the little one come back." The staff members kowtowed desperately, he was old and young, and he didn't want to die yet.

King Jing didn't say anything more, with a solemn face, with the guards waiting outside, he got on the horse and returned to King Jing's mansion.

As soon as King Jing returned to the study, Mo Qiao, who had been anxious and couldn't sleep, got up immediately when he heard the movement, and as soon as he got dressed, he heard a guard shouting outside: "Lady Mo, Your Highness summons!" ”

Mojo promised, "It's coming soon!" While making the collar of the dirty clothes a little messy, and then straightening the sideburns, he went out of the room with some lipstick.

When I came to the study, I saw King Jing standing alone at the desk, reading a scroll at random. She snuggled up with a charming smile on her face, and said with a coquettish smile: "Your Highness! ”

King Jing looked at her expressionlessly, Mo Qiao stopped a few inches away from King Jing, and asked softly and uneasily, "Your Highness, what's wrong?" ”

King Jing raised his sword eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Qiao'er, do your knees still hurt?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts, Your Highness!" Mo Qiao leaned against the desk and slowly lifted his pink silk pants, only to see that his white and tender calves, against the backdrop of the pink silk pants, became more and more attractive, inch by inch, until his knees were bruised.

King Jing stretched out his hand and stroked the bruise slowly, although Mo Qiao felt a lot of pain, she didn't dare to cry out for pain, she only tried to pretend to be enjoyed, and let out an ecstatic "Uh-huh! Well! Sound.

This was followed by a scream: "Ah! Piercing the night sky of King Jing's mansion, the guards outside the door were expressionless, standing there like wooden stakes.

It turned out that the scream was a heavy grip on Mo Qiao's knee by King Jing's hand, and Mo Qiao couldn't stand it. She desperately shrank her legs back, and she lost her flattery, and begged for mercy in her mouth: "Your Highness spares the slave maid, spare the slave maid!" ”

But King Jing's right hand was like an iron pincer, imprisoning Moqiao's right leg, and no matter how Moqiao struggled, he couldn't shake it.

With a "click", Mo Qiao's fragile knees finally couldn't stand the pinch of His Royal Highness King Jing, and all of them were crushed and fractured.

King Jing slowly withdrew his hand and whispered, "Wake her up." The guard entered the door and touched Mocho a little, and Moqiao, who had fainted in pain, was woken up again.

She opened her eyes, covered her knees and endured the severe pain, and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, Your Highness, what did the slave and maid commit, and His Highness should punish the slave and maid like this?" ”

"It's just a little bit of flesh and skin, doesn't Qiao Er care?" King Jing looked at Mo Qiao coldly and said slowly.

Only then did Mo Qiao know that it was the East Window incident, and His Royal Highness was angry for Xie Yixin, so she could only reply in a trembling voice: "But that is the will of the mother, the slave and the maid dare not disobey the mother, if the slave and the maid block it, wouldn't it be bad for the relationship between the mother and the highness!" ”

"Since you are so loyal to your mother, why don't you give it to your mother?" King Jing said gloomily.

Mo Qiao was shocked, his leg was already useless, how could he survive if he gave it to the concubine? She kowtowed desperately and begged for mercy: "The slave is wrong, the slave is wrong, beg His Highness to punish him!" ”

King Jing looked at Mo Qiao coldly, now her hair was sweaty, her face was pale, her delicate makeup had been spent, and her clothes were disheveled.

He said in disgust: "This king told you a long time ago, don't do things, but you hide and don't report it, causing this king to be a step slower and lose the opportunity to save the beauty of a good hero, you say, how should this king punish you?" ”

"I beg Your Highness to let the slave and maid go home for the sake of the past feelings, and beg Your Highness to let the slave and maid go home!" Mojo could only plead bitterly, begging His Highness to spare her life.

King Jing was no longer interested in punishing her, and ordered: "Drag her out and reward her to the people of the secret guard camp, I don't want to see her again." ”

The guards dragged Mo Qiao, who was struggling desperately, out with a gagged mouth, and handed it over directly to the dark guard, and King Jing in the study was still angry.

Now that the cicada is dead, the mother concubine will be furious, and how could the mother concubine let her take the token and openly go to Dali Temple to kill people? The mother concubine often wants to be humble and peaceful, but she is so domineering, if her father knows about it, the queen's position that her father finally let go of today will definitely be a bad thing!

If the mother concubine becomes the queen, she will be the concubine of Ming Zhengyan, and it will be a sure thing to be in the East Palace, but now, it is very likely that all of them will come to naught!

King Jing thought about it, extremely irritable and depressed, but he couldn't solve it, and besides, how should Xie Yixin break the situation when he talked about Han Jingru's death? Is it really her life, as Mrs. Tzu Yuan said?

King Jing stood in front of the window, looking at the vast starry sky, tossing for half a night, but he didn't feel sleepy, what is the future? The stars can't tell themselves, Jiangshan? Beauty? Can everything be owned by me?

Will you soar for nine days, or will you fall into the dust? No one could answer, King Jing looked at his hands, and a sense of frustration arose! If you really love a word, a fool misunderstands himself!

The day will finally dawn, and the city gate will be opened in the morning, and several fast horses will go out of the city.

In Lingxiao Villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Lao Lin was also slightly surprised when he received the letter from him, twitched the corners of his mouth, served hot tea and towels, and prepared for the wooden doctor who was practicing sword dancing in the morning.

I didn't think about the wood divine doctor, stopped the sword in his hand like a dragon going out to sea, and took the initiative to ask: "How is Miss Xie?" ”