Chapter Twenty-Seven: Plotting
On the way to escort the bloodthirsty fox back to Shangqiu, Zhao Wuwu fell into deep thought along the way, if the imperial court really knew about the existence of the demon, would it make the current situation turbulent?
Soon after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the court continued to fight openly and secretly, and the current emperor is on the cusp. It is naturally good that the murderer can be punished and the people can be healthy, but I am afraid that someone will use this to obstruct them and encourage those who are plotting against them.
As he was thinking, a cold arrow flew through his ear, swishing right into the bloodthirsty fox's body, and blue demon blood gushed out of the wound.
"Who?!"
Lu Jingyi was the first to notice a black shadow flashing in front of him, and he hurriedly flew to chase after him.
Zhou Yong saw this situation, and quickly asked the officials to put down the net to check the monster's injury, the blood on the wound gradually coagulated and stopped flowing, and the bloodthirsty fox only whimpered twice and then ran out of breath.
"This arrow is poisonous, and the position of the arrow is right in the middle of the point, it seems that it is hopeless. ”
When the old Taoist priest on the side heard this result, he raised his hand to collect the net, and he said indifferently: "There is a certain number in the underworld, I only hope that you can devote yourself to being an ordinary person in your next life, with more kindness and less delusions, and it is the way to perfection to live your life in peace." ”
Somehow, Zhao Wuwu, who was originally a little worried about this unexpected situation, seemed to have a big stone in his heart and fell to the ground, thinking that maybe this result would be good. There is no need to report to the court, he is not afraid of causing chaos, and he will not cause panic among the people, but this thought is only a thought, and he feels more uneasy from the bottom of his heart.
He always felt as if all this was arranged in the dark, as if everything was being watched by others. It's like there's a pair of eyes that are always watching from somewhere, and he's planning, he's manipulating everything......
This Lu Jingyi followed the black shadow all the way, chasing for I don't know how far, only to feel that he was already out of breath, but suddenly found that the shadow was gone. He looked around and saw a waterfall not far ahead, and there was nothing unusual around it.
He turned around and took out the wine jug pinned to his waist, raised his hand, and drank several sips in a row, and after drinking, he reached out and waved his sleeve to wipe the rest of the wine on the side of his mouth casually. After a short rest, he had a little wine to increase his strength, and then he hung the flask on his waist and turned away.
Before leaving, he sighed at the calm water: "It's still a young man's physical strength, I'm old, I can't do it!"
It didn't take long for a few bubbles to pop up on the calm water.
At night, the moon was hanging on the treetops.
The courtyard of the high-walled palace was already quiet, and there were two little palace maids who were on duty at night walking on the way to the Rende Palace, and suddenly a palace maid spoke while they were walking.
"Have you heard, the emperor didn't even fancy any of the show girls sent a few days ago!"
The little palace maid on the left looked around, confirmed that there were no others around, and whispered to the palace maid on the side, "You said that the emperor has been on the throne for three years, and there is no master in the harem.
The palace maid holding the lamp on the right first shook her head, thought for a while, and said: "I happened to pass by a few days ago, but I saw those beautiful girls, all of them were like flowers and jade, beautiful as fairies! Even the emperor can't look down on it, could it be that there is something ...... Hidden disease?"
"Shh
The palace maid on the left was suddenly anxious when she heard this, she quickly looked around to make sure that there was no one around, and then subconsciously patted her chest and sighed.
"The emperor is the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven is the Ninety-Five! You talk nonsense like this, let people hear it, but you want to kill your head, let's go quickly, no matter how late you go to Mama Wang today, you will have to nag again!"
Seeing the two palace maids gradually walking away, a figure dared to poke his head out from behind the tree.