readx; What did Tang Qi say about that bastard, with long hair and waist-length, when he died. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Zhuang Hua couldn't think of any major injuries he had suffered after seeing Tang Qi, but he flashed his waist and fell a fart, he was accidentally injured by Bai Ti's mysterious guard a few days ago, and the blood he shed was not as much as his aunt's side leakage......

These wouldn't also be counted in the scope of "major injury", that would be too much.

Zhuang Hua, who has never felt that his life is precious, wants to find a doctor for a health examination for the first time, and it is very possible that he has a hidden disease. So the doctor was put on Zhuang Hua's agenda.

At night, Zhuang Hua finally released herself from the study, of course, she still stayed in the study, but opened the door.

When Yanrong found out, she immediately came over and told Zhuang Hua that Yueqiu, who had come to visit once before, came to visit again during the day today because she didn't invite Yueqiu in as she ordered.

Yueqiu left a deep impression on Zhuang Hua, not only because of his handsome and extraordinary appearance, but also because he was knowledgeable and broad-minded, so Zhuang Hua suddenly remembered who Yueqiu was.

"Did he leave a message?" Zhuang Hua asked.

Yan Rong replied: "I left a message saying that he has been staying in the Luhe Post House in the west of the city, and if Mr. has time tomorrow, he will ask Mr. to go hunting outside the city the day after tomorrow." ”

Zhuang Hua thought about it, she and Yueqiu have only met twice, and the first one has not even spoken, he is not for the sake of seeking office, and he can live in Chengxi Lu and the post house, which means that he is not short of money, so what is the purpose of befriending her? Zhuang Hua couldn't believe that anyone would approach her without purpose, just to make friends with her.

Zhuang Hua tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desktop of the desk, stretched his frowning brows, and said to Yanrong: "Go and ask someone to send a prayer post to the Deer and Post House, saying that I agreed to go out of the city to hunt the day after tomorrow." ”

Yan Rong also felt the changes in Zhuang Hua's environment during this period of time, and said vigilantly: "Sir, I am afraid that it is not safe to agree to the appointment so easily, do you need to say hello to Lord Jun?" That Yueqiu looked really good, but it gave Yanrong an awkward feeling, and she didn't know why, so Zhuang Hua was a little worried about her appointment.

"Not necessarily." Zhuang Hua got up, walked around the desk and walked to the window and pushed open the closed window, and a cool breeze with autumn mood poured into the study, blowing Zhuang Hua's loose clothes up. Zhuang Hua squinted his eyes and looked at a certain place outside the window, and said in a flat tone: "Yanrong, believe it or not, this little thing of me opening the window will be placed in front of many people's eyes in less than half a pillar of incense." ”

"This ......" Yan Rong was shocked by Zhuang Hua's words for a while, "Lord Wang, doesn't he ......?" Before Yanrong could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhuang Hua.

"More people to help him watch me, how would he mind."

Zhuang Hua looked out the window, the sky was getting dark a little fast, it seemed that there would be rain tonight or tomorrow, and I didn't know if those who were watching her could afford the cold of the autumn rain, Zhuang Hua was not without malicious conjectures.

Yan Rong only felt cold. Mr. won't lie to her, so King Zhangliang's actions are too chilling, Zhuang Hua didn't deliberately hide what he did from her, although he didn't tell her, he didn't hide it, so Yan Rong knew a little bit about what he had done with Zhuang Hua.

How much did my husband do for King Zhangliang? Yanrong knows that almost all of Yan Ze's big changes can be more related, even if Yan Rong doesn't quite understand how to have these changes, but Yan Rong can still see that they are all good changes, even the people who quarrel on the street chew the words, and the specialties of other countries can also be seen in Yan Ze, a city that is biased towards the north.

But now that Mr. is like a prisoner, his every move is under the surveillance of others, and King Zhangliang doesn't even care.

Yan Rong suddenly panicked, at first, Mr. went to help King Zhangliang because he consulted her, and she would persuade Mr. because she listened to King Zhangliang's words. Yan Rong suddenly thought of a question, why was King Zhang Liang so sure that Mr. would come to ask her opinion? This doubt has always been in her heart, and now, she seems to understand.

Because sir, she's the only one you can trust. However, she betrayed her husband's trust, and she said that she had harmed him.

Yanrong looked at Zhuang Hua, who was alone by the window, if Mr. knew that she was still secretly in contact with King Zhangliang, would he be disgusted with her.

"Sir...... It's cold, don't stand at the window. Yan Rong didn't say what was already on his lips after all, turned around and went to the hanger to take off a heavy cloak, and went over to put it on for Zhuang Hua.

Zhuang Hua looked down at Yanrong's well-maintained white and slender slender, and skillfully tied the tie on the collar of her cloak, "Yanrong, you are a good woman, whoever can marry you in the future must be blessed in the previous life." ”

Yan Rong lowered his head, and guilt flashed in his eyes, "Yan Rong, no." ”

Zhuang Hua gently took Yanrong in his arms, hugged him gently, and said in a soft tone: "Yanrong is mine now, I say yes, it doesn't matter if others say it." "Zhuang Hua has the same problem as Tang Qi, the people who are in the protective circle by her can be bullied by herself, but not by others.

But if Mr. knew that Yanrong had betrayed you, would he still say that? Yanrong was a little scared, she was used to the days when she didn't have to wander or fight, these were all under the blessing of Zhuang Hua, but now, she seemed to be ruining such a life with her own hands.

Zhuang Hua let go of Yanrong, took her hand, and walked out the door, "Today, sir, I will cook, cook a delicious meal for Yanrong, and reward you for your diligence." ”

Yanrong Ren Zhuang Hua took her hand and went in any direction.

Zhuang Hua glanced in a certain direction, only to see the shadows of the trees swaying in the autumn wind.

I want to ask Yan Ze's ministers where is the safest place for Yan Ze? No one will say that it is their own home, nor will they say that it is the palace, but the Zhuang Mansion, Zhuang Hua's home. All forces have eyeliner set up there, and they will not be let go, not to mention that there will be people with bad intentions who will go in and disturb the master's house.

They all want to get a piece of the pie, they don't want their own families to be damaged, they all want to watch others move first to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and a wonderful balance is formed around Zhuang Hua. Among them, there are many reasons for King Zhangliang's acquiescence.

At night, something strange always happens.

In the backyard of Zhuangfu, in a courtyard, it was clear that the candlelight had been extinguished, and there were people inside, but they did not rest, but ......

"Outside, and in the Zhuang Mansion, how many spies are there?" The woman's tone was inaudible.

"It's not something you should ask." The man's voice, which was wrapped in black, was neither high nor low, and his tone was flat, but there was a faint pressure.

Really......

The woman snorted coldly: "Heh." I can't help but ask too many questions, which one do you mean? "A pun intended.

The man looked at her, and only one silhouette could be seen in the dark environment, "Are you bargaining with me?" ”

"You think too much, I just want to know how many spies are inside and outside the Zhuang Mansion." The woman didn't seem to hear the mockery in the man's words, and the long nails on the fingers that stroked the sideburns gently pushed the broken hair behind the ears, and if there was light, she would find the chill in the woman's eyes that could not be dissolved.

"Did he find anything?" The man put away the mockery and said solemnly.

"If he's a fool, what are you?" In other words, "he" certainly found out.

The man didn't pay attention to the woman's ridicule and asked, "When did he find out?" ”

"Probably a long time ago. I think maybe he found out in the first place, but he just didn't say it. ”

"Why did he tell you now?"

The woman was silent, and the vague guess in her heart flashed through her mind, and she was cold. She knew it was the closest thing to the truth, but she wouldn't give him anything of value anymore. After a long time, the woman's voice had a faint trill, and she said, "Maybe he doesn't trust me anymore and is testing me." She was a little flustered but tried her best to suppress the tremor in her voice, "Can't you tell him?" I wanted to tell him that since it was all for his good, why couldn't I let him know? ”

The man reassured: "We are his last line of defense to save his life, if he knows, it is inevitable that there will be no flaws." Only in the dark, no one knows, even he does not know, can we better protect him, because you are the person who cares about him the most, and is even willing to give his life, will we find you and know his news at any time, so that there will be no omission to put him in danger. ”

The woman seemed to be persuaded by the man, and no longer dwelling on the previous question, but returned to the original question: "Why can't you tell me how many spies are in the Zhuang Mansion?" ”

The man frowned, a little impatient, "I said, it's not something you should ask. ”

"Why should I tell you what you want to know, but I can't know what I want to know?" The woman's tone became sharp.

"Our protection of Mr. Zhuang is a reward for your information."

"So Mr.'s news is so valuable." The woman smiled, her tone playful, and the unpleasant and unslow tone actually made the man feel pressured.

Fooled. This was the man's first reaction.

His gaze became sharp and cold, and he walked into the woman, his steps light and inaudible, "Where are you joking with your life." ”

The cold blade pressed against the woman's slender neck, exuding a chill.

The woman laughed: "Will I care about my own life?" ”

The man said, "What about Mr. Zhuang?" ”

"Hehe, you don't dare." The woman reached for the blade of the knife against her neck, and the man's hand was steady, not moving at all, not trembling at all, allowing the woman's hand to grope for it. One side has a blade, one side is bladeless and thick, wide and long, and there is some curvature in the bend, "This is a knife." Your weapons are all from the hands of the master, do you dare to kill him? Or, is King Zhangliang willing to kill him?! The three words of King Zhang Liang have an accent, and there is a bit of gnashing of teeth.

The man's mind had calmed down, and he was no longer angry at the woman's play, and put the knife into the sheath, "Yan Rong, Yan Steward, heh, you might as well be smarter, guess when the prince will be willing to kill him." ”

The moment her name was called, Yan Rong's hands trembled a little nervously, she didn't know what she was nervous about, maybe she was afraid that Zhuang Hua would hear it, this ridiculous thought flashed.

Yan Rong thought about the man's question.

"When will you be willing to kill him?"

Yan Rong's heart instantly fell into the ice cave.