Hey, you are reborn too?

Just as Concubine Chen was about to speak, she was interrupted. She was in a very unhappy mood, and a faint murderous aura was floating around her.

"What's so alarming?" Xiao Hong saw that Concubine Chen looked unhappy, and quickly scolded her, "What are you yelling like?"

"Yes, yes," the guard who came from Tingyun Pavilion kowtowed, "It's true, it's urgent!"

"You speak first." Concubine Chen spoke softly. Compared with Xiaohong's scolding words just now, she seemed gentle and amiable.

"Your Majesty," the guard took a deep breath and immediately shouted, "Your Majesty is going to Tingyun Pavilion, and the sedan chair will soon stop outside!"

Concubine Chen's expression changed.

She slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again, glanced at Zeng Qing, and looked at Xiaohong who was standing there with her hands down, waiting for her instructions.

"Go back first." She glanced at Zeng Qing coldly and snorted, "You're lucky."

Almost at the same time as Concubine Chen turned around, a loud shout came from outside Tingyun Pavilion.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Zeng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Concubine Chen's resolute back as she left.

"Master Zeng," Zeng Qing hadn't even finished his breath when he was interrupted by an anxious shout, "Something bad is happening!"

Zeng Qing held his breath, and only when he heard that it was the other two secret guards did he finally let out the half-breath that was blocked.

He endured the buzzing in his ears and the tightness in his chest, and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Zeng Qing still kneeling, the two secret guards thought he was knocked unconscious, so they quickly got up, took a few quick steps, came to Zeng Qing and offered to help him.

"No need." Zeng Qing rubbed the numb back of his calf, blinked his swollen right eye, and then immediately let go of the pain, hissed softly, but still said hard, "I can do it myself."

He shook his body, gritted his teeth, and pushed himself up from the ground.

After he got up, the first thing he did was not to check his own injuries, but to turn his gaze to the two secret guards.

There was something that concerned him more than his own injury.

"What is the bad thing you just mentioned? And why did you come back in the dark?"

"Master Zeng," the smart one immediately replied, "As you know, we came to see the young master this afternoon because of Miss Xie's matter."

"Yeah." Zeng Qing nodded. He didn't think there would be any problem at all, let alone any "big bad thing".

"The young master was extremely anxious and walked faster than the rest of us. When the two of us caught up to the bamboo forest, the young master had already disappeared."

Zeng Qing's pupils shrank, but his expression remained calm.

I don't know if he was stunned by the two blows just now.

Seeing that Zeng Qing did not interrupt, the secret guard immediately continued: "We have been searching in the bamboo forest for a long time, but we couldn't find the young master. We were so anxious that we set off to return to the palace late at night to explain this matter to you."

Unexpectedly, Zeng Qing's complexion did not look too bad.

"Are you sure you have searched the bamboo forest thoroughly?"

"Yes, I dare not hide it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man was startled and frowned: "However, I did see a man dressed similarly to the young master, and he was with Miss Xie."

"Oh?" Zeng Qing also became interested, "Tell me in detail."

Now it was the secret guard's turn to rack his brains to recall: "His robe is a dark brocade robe similar to the young master's, but his face is not like the young master. No, his face is not the young master's. Moreover, he doesn't look like he knows us."

Zeng Qing frowned even deeper. There was such a... thing.

"Ah," the other person remembered something and quickly interrupted the man's story, "And Miss Xie, she doesn't think that man is the young master either."

"Oh, right," Zeng Qing recalled the young master's "instructions" and asked in a deep voice, "Is that man carrying a sword?"

The two secret guards exchanged glances, their pupils slightly dilated, and said in unison: "Sir, how did you know?"

Zeng Qing felt relieved after hearing their answers, and said in an almost relaxed tone: "What kind of sword is that? You can see it clearly."

The man who was eloquent just now was in trouble now.

On the contrary, the one who reacted slower continued the conversation: "I saw it clearly. The sword was entangled with two golden dragons, and it also carried a great internal force. I think it is the world-famous Dragon Roar Sword."

At this moment, after hearing what he said, the other person slapped his head, as if he had just remembered, and quickly joined in: "Yes, yes, that is the Dragon Roar Sword of Lord Long Yin!"

Zeng Qing narrowed his eyes, but immediately relaxed them because of the pain.

The last trace of worry on his face disappeared completely. He waved his hand lightly and did not mention anything related to the young master again.

"Thank you for your hard work in coming back from a long distance late at night. I know what happened to the young master, so you don't have to worry about it."

He turned around and walked towards the inner hall: "Go and rest first, wash yourself well, and have a good sleep. Our young master will not disappear for no reason."

The two secret guards were skeptical.

But at this moment, the person they trusted most was Zeng Qing.

They looked at Zeng Qing hesitantly, as if they had something else to say.

The more cautious one tugged at the sleeve of the bolder one and urged him with his eyes to hurry up.

The bold one shook it off lightly, looked at Zeng Qing's departing back, frowned, and asked, "Master Zeng, did the young master really rest in the inner hall?"

Zeng Qing's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly moved and continued to walk towards the inner hall.

"Don't ask questions that you don't need to ask." He just said this lightly.

The more outgoing one still refused to give up, and continued to shout at Zeng Qing's back: "Master Zeng, Miss Xie has ordered us to inform her after we find out the whereabouts of the young master. So, should we directly tell her that the young master has returned to the palace and is safe and sound, or?"

Zeng Qing paused again.

His intuition told him that this Miss Xie could not be dealt with casually.

Based on what he had seen of how much the young master cherished Miss Xie, if he made up a random excuse to send Miss Xie away, the young master would most likely blame him when he returned.

But if I don't deal with it, would I have to tell all the young master's secrets to Miss Xie?

Zeng Qing's body trembled violently.

This is absolutely not okay.

Let’s not talk about whether the young master knows that I have such thoughts. Even if I tell Miss Xie the whole story, I’m afraid Miss Xie will find it difficult to accept it for a while.

The feeling of suffocation in his heart came over him again, and Zeng Qing felt a buzzing in his ears.

The feeling of lying and deceiving others was almost more painful than the two slaps he had just received.

Zeng Qing pinched his eyebrows hard. Miss Xie must remain calm. She must not tell the young master's secrets, but she must also make Miss Xie feel that the young master values ​​her.

Then... there may be only one method left.

Zeng Qing slowly turned around and approached the two secret guards.

He cleared his throat and said, "If Miss Xie asks you about it, you should follow what I said today."

Inside the carriage.

Xie Yongwei stared at the dark eyes closely. With the help of the light from inside the car, she could clearly see her own reflection in the man's eyes.

“Why do you cover your face?”

Reverend Longyin gently repeated the question, with a half-curled smile: "That's a good question."