Zhao Bohu hurriedly walked down the hall and asked in a low voice, "Can the matter be done?" Is there any leakage?"

"Uncle Mi is meticulous, Xiangye can rest assured. This time, the escort soldiers all used the armor of the Huaizitai headquarters, and they only said that they were given to the third prince of Fengyi, and they went back quietly. The people in the house only know that the fourth prince and his wife are isolated in the backyard together, and no one knows the details."

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Bohu muttered, "Right now, the king is in danger. Although the fourth prince is young, he has a lot to do, so I have to be cautious!"

Mi Bo's heart was moved, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked, and muttered, "Xiangye has lost a lot of weight recently, and now Mrs. is trapped in the backyard and can't take care of it. Xiang Ye is carrying the safety of the society in the world, but he has to take care of it!"

Zhao Bohu smiled faintly: "Madame is sleepy, and she can't take care of the middle feed, and all the affairs of the inner and outer courts are tied to you. Miber is old, so be careful. Now that Uncle Mi is back, let him share some of the burdens for you."

"Alas—" Mi Bo replied, "There are two brothers of mine in the mansion, and you can rest assured."

Zhao Bohu's heart suddenly soured, two brothers? Alas, who shall share with me? I wonder how Duoyou is now? The humiliation of shackles, even if you let him out, I don't know what his state of mind is? What a worry!

Ji Duoyou couldn't tell how many times he had opened the curtain of this shredded jade, although the shackles on his feet still rattled, and although the hard iron rubbed his ankles into a bloody blur, he still came to this dormitory again and again. For what? Is it because there is her residual warmth and breath here?

There was still a small incense burner on the bed next to the couch, and Duoyou sniffed it carefully, the residual aroma in the stove was not special, and there was no smell of copper grass flowers. A small bamboo paper next to the stove is also neatly written on a poem: "The deceased is like a sigh, what to ask for, a little lovesickness, between the eyebrows."

This is the first time Duoyou saw Eyao's handwriting, although the pen power is weak, but it is wide open and closed, rarely restrained, such as galloping horses to the wind, goshawks into the clouds, meaning to goss, exciting embrace. What a pity! If it weren't for this intrigue in the deep palace, what kind of lively and agile woman would she be!

Suddenly, there was a noise in the courtyard, and the footsteps were quite heavy, not an uncle. Duoyou listened carefully, and it was the voice of two men talking: "Alas! Walk slowly, the wind blows in broad daylight, like a ghost! It seems that the people here are really dead!"

"The royal city has ordered your lord to be outside! We can't just come in and go out, why don't we have to yell twice! General——,General Ziliang—"

It turned out that two armored guards came to look for me, didn't they want to let me out? At this time, although Tayou was a little disheartened, his instinct to pursue freedom was still no different from that of ordinary people, and he responded, "I'm here—"

With the sound of shackles "dangli bang", Duoyou greeted the temple. The two guards were stunned when they saw him, but they didn't dare to step forward, so they asked, "General, is it General Ziliang?"

Duoyou was very angry: "You two are on an errand under me every day, haven't you seen General Ben?"

One of them sneered, looked at Tayou's face from a distance, and asked in a low voice, "General, are you ------ you didn't get that ------?"

"Heh, why did I say why I hid so far, I was afraid of death!" Duoyou couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I saw the same situation as you when I came four days ago!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and rushed forward to unlock the shackles on Ji Duoyou's ankles with the long key in their hands, and said while busy: "The general has gone lucky, the so-called "If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing in the future". This time, the king sent the royal city to order the lord to personally take you out of the Xuanning Palace, once you get out of trouble, you will definitely soar to the sky in the future, and the wealth is unlimited."

"How did the king change his mind?" Ji Duoyou still has lingering palpitations about the sword that Ji Hu stabbed at him on a rainy night.

"For the sake of the general, Lord Xiangguo knelt outside the palace gate and begged for mercy in front of the king." One person flattered.

Duoyou muttered, "Zimu------ why is he doing this?" A hot current surged through my heart, no matter what, there is always someone in this world who is always worth relying on.

A small female voice came from behind the "General------ and the two guards looked back, gasped, and exclaimed, "General, why do you ------ she is a human or a ghost?"

Not to mention, the uncle has just recovered from a serious illness, and she has lived in seclusion for many days, she has never dressed up and dressed, her face is pale, and her cloak is really like a ghost. No wonder the guards were frightened. Duoyou hurriedly explained: "This is the Queen Mother's personal maid, a human being, not a ghost!"

The two wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and said with a long sigh of relief, "It turns out that the palace people of Xuanning Palace are not dead! It's amazing!"

The gate of Xuanning Palace, which had been closed for more than a month, creaked open, and the chamberlain Jia led several eunuchs to greet him with a smile: "General Ziliang has been wronged, and the king knows that the general has suffered a great crime, so he specially sent an old slave to meet the general. It's just ------that the situation in the palace is precarious at the moment, and I have to aggrieve the general to live alone in the district Lu Courtyard for a few days, and then come to see the king after recuperation!"

This is because I am afraid that the residual poison on my body will not be dissipated! This is also easy to understand, and Duoyou replied angrily: "Everything is arranged by the Lord of the Royal City Order, and the friend himself has nothing to ask for. It's just ------."

"The general has something to ask, but the old slave has no permission." The chamberlain still had a standard smile on his face.

Ji Duoyou took a step to the side, and the waiter Jia saw the woman following behind him, the smile on her face stiffened for a moment, and her speech was a little choked: "This ------ this ------ isn't this the Empress Dowager's personal maid uncle?" She'------ what a fateful person!"

"yes!" Duoyou squinted at him, and said word by word: "Niangniang can't afford to be infected with the epidemic, and the uncle and concubine girl take care of her every step of the way, and taste the decoction and medicine, so that there is no damage. Isn't it providential that there is no discomfort except for some numbness and weakness in the hands and feet?"

After speaking, he looked directly at the face of the chamberlain. He had heard that the ginkgo biloba juice bud was a chronic venom, and after a long time, his hands and feet were paralyzed, and then his body did not obey the call like a stroke.

After all, the chamberlain Jia had many years of experience in the deep palace, and after only a trace of imperceptible panic flashed on his face, he calmed down as before, and he said with a smile: "That should be the loyalty of the uncle and the girl who moved the heavens, and there is heaven to protect it! Hahaha------" He immediately suppressed his smile and said, "Lord Sima, the king has instructed that if the rest of the palace people survive, the old slave will arrange another whereabouts. Then, the old slave will be taken away!"

Ji Duoyou felt that Uncle Concubine nervously grabbed the back hem of his shirt, and immediately understood, and arched his hand: "My lord, you have promised Uncle and Concubine that after the situation calms down, I will ask the Son of Heaven to forgive her and let her go out of the palace to reunite with her family. You can't break your word!"

"The general also said that it will have to wait for the situation to calm down, and now the palace gate is locked on all sides, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Isn't it?" The chamberlain Jia smiled and said, "Since the general has been able to get rid of misfortune once, he should think about the grace of heaven. The old slave will play the king's affairs with the uncle and the girl, please rest assured!"

Having said that, besides, arranging the residence of the palace maid is indeed the responsibility of Wang Chengling, and Duoyou is not easy to be embarrassed. After a moment's thought, he arched his hand and said, "In this case, I will entrust it to my lord!"

Duoyou felt that the hem of his shirt had been tightened, and he turned his face and whispered to his uncle, who was trembling with fear, "You go with him first, and I will definitely ask for forgiveness for you when I see the king in a few days." Besides," he lowered his voice, "I ordered it just now, maybe he thought I had the handle of Niangniang's poisoning in my hand, and I would throw a rat trap at you." Be careful!"

In this way, the uncle reluctantly let go of her hand and followed the inner servant Jia step by step.

Looking at their distant backs, Ji Duoyou was flustered and very uncomfortable. Can those words just now really protect my uncle? In fact, he has no bottom than anyone else. He shook his head and reluctantly followed the two guards towards the district.

The hot summer noon is the time when silence, dust, sunshine and disease meet. The heat continued to pour down the roof of the tall vermilion hall of the middle palace, and the scorching sun roasted the bark of the old elm tree outside the palace gate to crackle. Ji Hu stood there for an hour, unwilling to move his steps no matter how much he persuaded him.

The attendants looked at each other, and no one could figure out the reason for the abnormal things that happened to the young son of heaven today. Although he would come to the middle palace every day to inspect the situation and listen to the imperial doctor's orders and reports, he had never been like this today

For a long time. Every day, there are moans, and the palace people who are struggling in pain are carried in by a pair of stretchers, maybe two or three days, maybe one or two days, they will be covered with white cloth and carried to the Qiuliao Palace. It's not surprising, but what's going on today?

Only Ji Hu himself understood how his heart was twisted when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Dong'er's familiar figure in the stretcher he carried into today. At that time, Dong'er got up and smiled at him slightly, and the smile was ------ uglier than crying! Alas! Huang Huan was given death by Eyao, and he couldn't stop it, and he was already sorry for his third brother. Now, Aunt Dong'er, who has brought her third brother since she was a child, is dying again, how can she explain to her younger brother?

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't grind!" There was a sound of shouting and pushing, which temporarily pulled Ji Hu back from his infinite melancholy. As soon as he turned around, he saw the chamberlain Jia leading someone to escort a woman with a disheveled hair to the gate of the middle palace. It was rare to see someone standing and walking into this vermilion lacquer gate, and Ji Hu couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Wangcheng Order!" He screamed from afar.

The chamberlain Jia saw Ji Hu at a glance, and secretly screamed in his heart, he didn't expect that at noon in such a hot summer, how could King Zhou still stand outside the gate of the Middle Palace?