Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 44 The Crisis That Approaches Quietly

The bright moon hangs high.

Qifeng Palace, the queen's bedroom.

Queen Wang spread out a piece of letter paper, and the ink stick was being ground on the inkstone. Her pretty face was pink, feeling the breath of memory.

Afterwards, she picked up a pen and ink, and wrote beautiful handwriting on the letter paper.

[Yonghui six years, Jiachen month, Kuimao day.

No, my king Yan Ning sees Zhao Wujiang again

I am very happy
】

Queen Wang sometimes picked up a pen and ink, and sometimes pursed her lips and smiled lightly. In a blink of an eye, the two pieces of letter paper were filled with handwriting.

Her red lips parted slightly, blowing the ink.

At this moment, a figure appeared outside the bedroom door, he knocked on the door lightly, and said slowly:

"Miss, the Patriarch has a letter."

The voice is old, and there is a touch of respect, love and regret in it.

Queen Wang originally had a pink smile on her pretty face, but now she lost a lot of color.

"let it go."

The figure bowed and then disappeared without a sound.

Queen Wang opened the door and picked up the letter, the bright moonlight shone in her eyes.

She closed the door and opened the letter, which contained familiar handwriting that she had not seen for a long time.

She read the family letter quietly, and the trace of joy that remained in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The contents of the letter turned into a sharp knife that pierced her heart fiercely, she smiled miserably, a pool of autumn water gushed out of her beautiful eyes, and dripped to the ground.

"Don't get involved and do it yourself"

In Chang'an City, a luxurious mansion.

The middle-aged man with a mustache and squinting eyes was kneeling on the ground, looking forward respectfully.

If Zhao Wujiang was here, he would definitely recognize this person as the masked man who broke into the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice and killed Chen De.

"You mean, this Secretary Lang surnamed Zhao is a warrior?"

The brocade-clothed man sitting on the upper wooden chair said indifferently, unable to hear any emotion, the person kneeling in front of him was a middle-aged man with squinting eyes.

The middle-aged man with squinting eyes respectfully said:
"That's right, my lord, he should have only entered the seventh rank of martial arts. However, Zhao is a treacherous person, and he used tricks when meeting. The villain's cultivation has been weakened a lot, otherwise his life will be taken."

The middle-aged man with squinting eyes is already a martial artist of the sixth rank of martial arts, and he has been violating the sixth rank for many years.

"Don't make excuses for failure, remember, there will be no next time."

"Yes! The villain understands."

"What about the letter delivered?"

"The letter was... shattered by the villain." The middle-aged man with squinted eyes looked flustered, and hesitated to speak.

"Huh?" The brocade-clothed man's expression was gloomy.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and considered his words, and said: "The surname Zhao took advantage of my unpreparedness and snatched the letter from my arms. I was in a hurry, and I was afraid that the information would be leaked, so I had no choice but to shatter the letter.

But I still remember the general content of the villain, so I won't delay the big event! "

He stuck his head deep on the ground.

Hearing this, the brocade-clothed man's expression became more and more gloomy.

"waste!"

The man in brocade clothes threw out the cup and smashed it on the head of the squinting-eyed man, blood flowed instantly.

"Read!"

The middle-aged man with squinting eyes did not raise his head, but still kept his head buried, not paying any attention to the bright red blood that flowed from his head.

"The letter says everything is ready.

The target this time is Queen Wang.

The mission set off in a few days, saying it was to explore something in Datang."

"No more?" The man in brocade clothes asked.

"My lord, that's all. The follow-up situation will gradually improve." The middle-aged man with narrowed eyes said respectfully.

"Okay, let's go down."

"My lord, what should I do with Secretary Lang surnamed Zhao? Should I kill him?"

"Don't worry, the list will be released in the near future. There are many officials inside and outside the Shangshu Province, and it is inconvenient to do things. If it is exposed early, the loss outweighs the gain."

"Then when are we waiting?"

"On the day when the entire imperial examination ends, a "Winning Banquet" will be held in the Qujiang Garden in Chang'an City, and the entire Chang'an City, whether it is a dignitary or a commoner, will participate.

At that time, when fish and dragons are mixed, just kill him again. "

The middle-aged man with narrowed eyes retreated in response.

The man in brocade clothes kept tapping the table with his fingers, a sneer appeared on his face.

The stars move and the moon disperses, the twilight fades, and the sky is just breaking dawn.

Zhao Wujiang's residence.

The wooden door of the residence was gently pushed open with a creak, accompanied by a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

A figure slowly walked into the room.

The crisp sound of metal was the sound of the copper beads that Zhao Wujiang placed on the mechanism yesterday falling to the ground.

It was just dawn, and the house hadn't been lit yet, so it was pitch black.

In the darkness, Zhao Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the martial arts energy in his body quietly flowed through his limbs.

He straightened his carp, and then struck out with his palm, the energy in his palm was flowing and surging.

Stretched out a hand in the dark, and lightly hit Zhao Wujiang's palm, the strong palm force made Zhao Wujiang retreat a few steps.

There was a light hey, as if feeling unbelievable, the figure waved his hand, and lit the lamp with energy, and the candle light illuminated the whole room.

"Master Zhao, it's me."

Zhao Wujiang took a closer look, it was Xiao Yuzi.

How dare you scare me to death, you ghost. Zhao Wujiang complained in his heart, and was even more surprised that Xiao Yuzi was actually a warrior, and his cultivation was not low. According to his analysis, he was at least above the sixth rank.

At the same time, Xiao Yuzi was also quite surprised. He didn't expect Mr. Zhao to not only have superb medical skills and talents, but also a good martial arts practice.

"Xiao Yuzi, how high are you in martial arts now?"

"Hey, I'm almost at the fifth rank. Thanks to my godfather who taught me "Sunflower Treasure", I made progress so fast."

Xiao Yuzi's godfather is Wen Yong, the Grand Master!

Zhao Wujiang sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and asked casually, "How long have you been practicing?"

"A little more than a year, almost a year and a half." Xiao Yuzi thought about it and said seriously.

Fuck, you are such a fucking genius Zhao Wujiang was shocked, you will reach the fifth rank cultivation in just one and a half years!

It is difficult for ordinary people to step into martial arts. Even if they step into it, it will take several years for each level. A martial artist like Xiao Yuzi who has made rapid progress is rare in ancient times.

"Oh, I almost forgot the business." Xiao Yuzi slapped his head, "The Emperor and the others are waiting for you in the imperial study."

(End of this chapter)