The little palace maid was afraid and anxious, but she didn't dare to shout, but she hurriedly dodged, but was soon caught up by Huang Fuliang, and just as he was about to go one step further and press the person to the ground, a pair of black boots suddenly appeared in front of him.

Huang Fu Liang was taken aback—after all, he had just passed through, and he couldn't instantly substitute for the thinking of a true superior.

He looked up and met a young and grim face, whose eyes were dark and heavy, and there was no light on them.

Huangfu Liang was frightened first, and subconsciously let go of his hand, and the little palace maid got up from the ground crying and hid behind the person who came as if fleeing for her life.

Huangfu Liang sat in place for a while, and finally came back to his senses - I am the prince, except for my father and mother, I am the greatest, what am I afraid of?!

Just sleep with a palace maid!

He stood up on the ground, and wanted to put up the prince's shelf, but he thought through another section between the lightning and flint.

When the people in the palace saw his face, they knew who he was.

Knowing his identity and daring to ruin his good deeds, he obviously also relied on it.

Is it also the prince?

It doesn't look like his clothes, he doesn't have a dragon on his clothes......

So, who's coming?

Can't let people know that they passed through to replace the original owner, otherwise they wouldn't have been dragged out and burned?!

When Huang Fuliang thought of this, his earlier arrogance and pride disappeared in an instant.

This was the first crisis he was facing.

How do you deal with the person in front of you?

Put the prince on the shelf and scold people away?

Looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem to be afraid of the original owner, otherwise how dare he come to something bad?

But if you don't put on a show, you can't expose your secrets......

In just a few moments, Huang Fu Liang turned hundreds of hearts in his heart, patted the dust on the hem of his clothes, and said with a sneer: "This king has drunk a few more drinks tonight, and he is a little drunk." ”

It can be regarded as an explanation of his previous gaffe.

He pretended to be calm, but Yu Guang cautiously looked at the people in front of him.

The person in front of him smiled faintly after hearing this, and bowed slightly to him with a knife: "Below, the commander of the pro-army Governor's Mansion, Yan Zhao." ”

Huang Fuliang: "Huh? ”

He was a little dazed.

What is the commander of the pro-army?

What kind of official is this?

How many products?

He's not a prince?

How dare you stop me?

A series of questions came to his heart, Huang Fu Liang was full of puzzlement, his eyes fell on the other party's face, and seeing that he was still calm and calm, his heart suddenly burst out!

The original owner is a prince!

This Yan Zhao is a courtier, but he is a courtier who can walk freely in the palace!

How could the two of them not know each other?

In that case, what is the need for him to introduce himself to himself?!

Huangfu Liang was instantly creepy!

Cold sweat had climbed up his forehead, and his back was even more clammy and cold, and he forced a smile: "Yan, Yan ......"

Damn it!

I only remember that his name is Yan Zhao, but I can't remember his official name, the ancients called him by his name, is it quite rude?

Yan Zhao said softly: "You can call me Commander Yan. ”

When Huangfu Liang heard this, he felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more reluctant: "Commander Yan, you are ......"

Yan Zhao smiled slightly, turned his body sideways, and made way of the way: "The pro-army Governor's Mansion is invited, let's go." ”

……

If Huang Fu Liang had a little vision and noticed Yan Zhao's action of holding the knife when he first spoke to him, he should know that a military attache who can carry a knife straight into the inner part of the country is by no means an ordinary person.

It's a pity he didn't notice.

If Huang Fuliang knows a little about the official system of the Ming Dynasty, he should know that this pro-army Governor's Mansion is the predecessor of Jinyiwei.

It's a pity he doesn't know.

In addition to this, there are many factors that doom Huang Fuliang to tragedy.

Although he also deserves it.

……

From crossing to imprisonment, there was not even an hour before and after, and Huang Fuliang probably also set a record for travelers.

Of course, he was flustered, and he was inevitably afraid, but he always had a glimmer of hope in his heart - he was also a prince!

Even if you are really suspected, don't you have to go to see the emperor's father and then judge the crime?

How am I going to get out then?

Or do you just say that you hit your head and don't remember anything, or do you just make up a set of lies taught by gods and Buddhas to fool people?

Huang Fuliang typed several drafts, but they didn't use them at all.

Yan Zhao escorted him to prison, and even though a guard silently stepped forward to strip off Huangfu Liang's dragon robe.

He tried to speak, but the two guards who held him didn't even give him a chance to speak, and with a lift of his hand he removed his jaw, then hung him up with a rope, stretched out his arms, and removed the almost pitch-black whip that hung on one side of the wall, soaked in tung oil.

This whole process, Huang Fuliang is the first experience, but the pro-army Governor's Mansion does not know how many times he has done it, hanging people up like a cloud, just let the prisoner in the wrist to support the weight of the whole body, but the foot can not touch the ground in the proportion, after being hung for a long time, the skin and flesh on the wrist fall off, only the white bones of the forest remain, it is not unusual.

Huangfu Liang happily ate a whip, and when he was put down, his snow-white coat had been stained with blood, and he was so angry that he could not even let out a wail.

Yan Zhao slowly closed his jaw, grabbed his left hand and pressed it to the side: "What's your name?" ”

Every cell in Huangfu Liang's body was crying out in pain, and seeing Yan Zhao at this time was really like seeing a powerful ghost, I just hated that I couldn't recruit my parents and the eighteenth generation of my ancestors together!

He inhaled in pain and said intermittently: "Emperor, Huangfu Liang ......"

Yan Zhao took out the dagger at his waist and played with it lightly at his fingertips: "Tell me about your experience before you came here?" ”

Huangfu Liang was speechless.

This......

This is arguably his biggest secret.

Huang Fuliang's brief hesitation was exchanged for Yan Zhao's absolute decisiveness.

Holding down Huang Fu Liang's left hand with one hand, the next moment the tip of the dagger buckled Huang Fu Liang's nail bed, and when he probed and picked it up, the thin piece of nail bed fell to the ground, and the back was covered with a touch of bright red.

Huangfu Liang let out a terrible howl that was almost like a beast.

……

Qianqing Palace.

The emperor sat on the chair in his official hat in his regular clothes, rubbing the jade ruyi in his hand for a while, but his eyes fell on the blood-stained document in front of him.

There are no palace attendants in the hall, and there is silence in all directions, only the three-legged rhinoceros incense burner resting on the east side curls up wisps of green smoke......

Yan Zhao stood at the bottom, his eyelids drooping slightly, and he was silent.

After a long time, I saw that the emperor pushed the document forward, turned his face away, and said behind the screen, "You can also come and take a look." ”

A dignified woman about forty years old came out from behind the screen, but it was Queen Duan.

Yan Zhao hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying, "Stepmother." ”

Empress Duan nodded at him, her expression gentle, and then picked up the pages from the table and read them intently.

There was a cold murderous intent and concern in the emperor's eyes, but what he asked was not Huangfu Liang, but: "How is the East Palace today?" ”

Yan Zhao's heart sank, and he said: "Everything is normal, nothing is abnormal." Just one thing ......"

He told the emperor that the eldest grandson of the emperor sneaked to the front hall to visit his father because he was worried about the health of the East Palace, and even the dialogue between the father and son in the East Palace.

When the emperor heard this, his face, which was still a little cold, suddenly warmed up, and he said happily: "Brother Ying is a good boy, and he has his father's loyalty and filial piety. ”

Empress Duan listened intently, with a smile on her face: "It seems that I came, I heard Brother Ying'er's voice, talking to Aunt Chun outside, this child was born with a loud voice." ”

When Zhu Di and the crown prince entered the inner hall of the Qianqing Palace, they saw that not only his father in his previous life and grandfather in this life were there, but also Yan Zhao, the commander of the Imperial Governor's Mansion of the Empress and his father's righteous son in this life.

As soon as he saw this lineup, he knew that something big must have happened, otherwise his father, his mother, and a confidant spy leader would retire from the attendants and discuss something behind closed doors.

But what does it have to do with him?

When the sky falls, there is a tall man on top of it!

What is the matter with my seven-year-old Huangfu Ying?

I'm just a kid!

In front of him was his father and mother in his previous life, Zhu Di had no psychological burden, and after following the prince to perform the family ceremony, he happily came over: "Grandpa, grandpa, I miss you so much!" When are you free? Let's go hunt rabbits, you promised to teach me archery! ”

The old cucumber was painted with green paint - the emperors in the space had their teeth sour.

They are all foxes who have become fine, and Zhu Di is also here to pretend to be a gourd baby!

The emperor did not feel that the fat cub in front of him was pretentious at all.

After the crown prince and the emperor's eldest grandson entered the palace, he looked at them with a little imperceptible scrutiny, and at this time, he saw that his sturdy eldest grandson was acting as before, his fleshy face was full of unpretentious intimacy, and his suspicion suddenly disappeared.

"Wait—"

The emperor laughed and said, "When the matter at hand is settled, grandpa will personally take you to the paddock to hunt rabbits!" ”

Empress Duan smiled and folded the things in her hand and received them in her sleeve, as if it was not a blood-stained document, but a recipe that didn't really matter: "You little slippery head, do you only know grandpa, not me?" ”

Zhu Di immediately leaned in with a shy face: "I hit the rabbit and make you a pair of gloves, okay?" If you don't dislike it, then make a Zhaojun Lying Rabbit! ”