Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 43 I eat the wealth of Dajing
  Tuoba Zhao looked cold, with an aura of dissatisfaction and said loudly: "Lang Zhuo, don't forget your identity! Don't think that you are hiding in Dajing, Sheng Le can't do anything to you, if you are willing Just plan well for me, otherwise I will make it impossible for you to stay in Dajing!"

Lang Zhuo remained speechless. The handkerchief was soaked with water and dripped on the floor.

Tuoba Zhao no longer begged, but threatened.

The people of Shengle had always looked down on the people of Dajing. They were taller than the people of Dajing and conquered the world on horseback. Naturally, they looked down on the thin and weak people of Dajing.

Tuoba Zhao condescended and continued: "The Baijin Smith Shop and Zuixian Tower belong to King Sheng Le. Don't think that they all listen to you. They are working for King Sheng Le. If King Sheng Le knows that you have If he loses his loyalty, there will be countless knives behind you to kill you!"

Lang Zhuo stood up, walked to a potted plant, and twisted the water from the handkerchief into the potted plant. However, his wrist was injured and he was not strong enough to wring it out completely.

When he turned around, he said: "I have been severely poisoned, but I still have eight or nine days to live. Why should I be afraid of the knife behind me?"

Tuoba Zhao was probably tired from standing, so he sat cross-legged on the cushion again, picked up the copper pot and poured himself tea, and said: "Now your life is in my hand, and my life is in your hand." As long as you think of a way to get us back to Shengle safely, I will give you the antidote, and I will also let King Shengle know your loyalty."

Dajing's tea must be boiled in boiling water for a long time to produce a rich and bitter taste, which is suitable for Tuoba Zhao's taste.

He picked up the tea cup and blew it gently twice. He didn't pay attention to Lang Zhuo's expression, but only carefully tested the temperature of the tea.

Bang.

Tuoba Zhao's head hit the tea table hard, and the hot tea poured all over his face. He screamed in pain and couldn't even open his eyes.

At some point, Lang Zhuo stood behind him, and the long wet handkerchief was already tied around Tuoba Zhao's plump neck, without any warning.

With a crackle, Tuoba Zhao knocked over the tea table, all kinds of tea utensils fell down, and even the clay stove was knocked over. The charcoal fire spread on the floor, and gradually went out in the spilled tea, making a popping sound.

The footsteps of several people came from the courtyard, and Qingyang reported outside: "Sir, Miss Xu Er is here."

"Don't come in!"

Lang Zhuo's shout made the people outside the door horrified. They didn't dare to move even while standing and just stood there.

The light in the house came through the door curtain, and there was a loud kicking and flopping sound from inside.

"grown ups……"

"Don't come in!"

Qingyang just wanted to ask the adults if he could send Miss Xu Er back again if it was inconvenient, but now he didn't dare to move or ask.

Orfeng came from the direction of the kitchen. Qingyang pointed to the door and mouthed to him: "Who is in there?"

"Tuoba Zhao." Orfeng said in a low voice.

Although Bei Sheng didn't know who Tuoba Zhao was, she only felt that the voice inside made her hair stand on end.

He looked blankly at Qingyang and then at Orfeng, and whispered, "How about I come back tomorrow morning."

"No, second girl. Your Majesty's injury can't wait. Please wait in your study room for a while. The guests inside will leave soon." Aofeng said.

Apparently he didn't know what was going on inside.

Lang Zhuo's wrist was injured and he couldn't exert much strength. He hurriedly picked up a paper knife from the table. Tuoba Zhao took the opportunity to turn over and get up. Lang Zhuo pulled him back toward the tub.

It wasn't until he reached the edge of the tub that Lang Zhuo turned around and slammed Tuoba Zhao upside down in the tub.

Tuoba Zhao clung to the edge of the tub and struggled, trying to escape from Lang Zhuo's hands. The dagger stabbed Tuoba Zhao into his waist, and he finally behaved himself.

No matter how hard Tuoba Zhao struggled, Lang Zhuo kept pressing his head, not giving him a chance to breathe. It wasn't until Tuoba Zhao stopped flopping in the tub that he relaxed.

Lang Zhuo said expressionlessly: "My life has always been in my own hands, and I cannot be threatened by you. Loyalty? I live in Dajing's salary, why should I be loyal to Sheng Le? I am a citizen of Dajing, Dajing. Your Majesty!"

Tuoba Zhao was still breathing, and he knew in his heart that he was wrong, but there was no time to regret. After all, he would die earlier than Lang Zhuo.

Lang Zhuo pushed forward with his left hand, and Tuoba Zhao fell upside down into the tub. The water splashed out and dripped all around. The originally brown medicinal soup in the bathtub suddenly turned red.

The thin middle coat was soaked with blood, and it wasn't until the cold reached his skin that Lang Zhuo came back to his senses.

The wound on his wrist cracked again, and blood dripped down the palm of his hand to the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or Tuoba Zhao's blood.

He raised his eyes and saw Orfeng and Qingyang standing at the door. After being shocked, they looked at him calmly. They were no longer surprised by what was happening in front of them. They seemed to have expected Tuoba Zhao's fate, but they didn't expect that Master Lang would appear today. Deal with him later.

Orfeng walked to the bathtub and looked at Tuoba Zhao who was soaking in the bucket like a dead pig. He complained with a look of pity on his face: "This is a sandalwood bathtub specially prepared for adults to take a medicinal bath." , Your Majesty, you are so messed up!"

Lang Zhuo smashed the wet handkerchief on Ofeng's body, walked over with his bleeding hand, and said calmly: "Don't all pigs need to be ironed to kill them?"

A pale and horrified face was revealed outside the lifted door curtain. In shock, Bei Sheng hurriedly took a step back, turned around and ran away.

Lang Zhuo's heart tightened, and he chased after him barefooted. The fly of his middle coat was spread out, and he was no longer as neatly groomed as before. His acquaintance's chest was exposed. He grabbed Bei Sheng's right wrist with his left hand and dug into her flesh like a pair of pliers. .

boom!
  The medicine box fell to the ground, the lid fell open, and the bottles and jars inside rolled all over the floor.

Bei Sheng turned around sharply and met his eyes full of eagerness and anxiety.

Lang Zhuo said: "Don't leave, I will die if you leave!"

Beisheng stared at him dumbfounded, unable to say anything.

Although Lu Zhu and Wan Yue didn't see what was going on in the room, they guessed it based on the blood on Lang Zhuo's body and everyone's actions.

Lu Zhu timidly took Bei Sheng's hand and said with a trembling smile to Lang Zhuo: "How can we girls treat you when you look like this? Please go change your clothes quickly, we will wait."

Lang Zhuo's expression became more relaxed. He let go of Bei Sheng and said to Qingyang, "Take Miss Xu to the study."

Qingyang came over and said calmly: "Miss Xu Er, please come this way."

Bei Sheng followed Qingyang and left quickly, as if he was running away. Lu Zhu held Bei Sheng's hand and never let go.

Wan Yue squatted on the ground and hurriedly packed the medicine box, then ran after him in small steps.

Lang Zhuo's eyes were heavy, he turned around and went into the house to change into clean clothes, tied his wet hair behind his head, tidied up briefly and went to the study.

Qingyang led them into the study and then left.

The three of them stood in the middle of the room, not daring to sit or turn around, they just looked around in amazement.

There are high piles of books everywhere in the study. The bookcases cannot be piled up, so they are piled on the floor or on the desk. A large frame in the corner is also full of pens, thick and thin, and there are hundreds of them. .

The room was filled with the strong fragrance of ink, and Bei Sheng and the two maids calmed down a little.

It doesn't look like a place where outsiders have set foot here. There are only desks and seats, and there is nothing that has nothing to do with reading and writing.

Wan Yue said in surprise: "After looking at your study room, I realized how hard it was for Sir Lang to get the position of chief assistant."

At this moment, Lang Zhuo opened the study door. Wan Yue and Lu Zhu took one look at Bei Sheng and then left silently.

Bei Sheng looked a little timid. Lang Zhuo noticed her embarrassment and smiled, as if she didn't look like she had just killed someone.

He walked over and opened the door wide, then came over and said, "Your people are right outside the door, and my door will not be closed. It is only separated by a curtain. It is easy for them to come in or for you to go out."

Bei Sheng then placed the medicine box on the desk and slowly raised Lang Zhuo's injured arm.

　Lang Zhuo began to go completely crazy, and then he was out of control.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)