Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

The entire palace remained sleepless all night.

Xuanyuan Jun was anxious and paced back and forth: "Quick! Call the imperial physician!"

If the foreign ministers were in danger in the imperial palace and Chengyan State became enraged and took advantage of the situation, not only would they not send troops to help but would instead besiege Shangsheng State, Xuanyuan Jun's life would probably be in danger.

It's not that he didn't suspect that Fu Junyan directed and acted out the drama himself, but his own daughter insisted that when she was sent to Chuyun Pavilion, Fu Junyan was fighting with five men in black...

If it wasn't for protecting her, how could Fu Junyan be at a disadvantage?

In the meeting room, a crowd of people knelt down.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Jing knelt straight and said loudly, "In order to calm the anger of Chengyan State, I suggest signing a salt mine agreement with Lord Fu immediately!"

"Your Majesty! Absolutely not! We need to take the long view on this matter!" Shen Weidong objected vehemently, "The truth of Lord Fu's assassination has not yet been uncovered. How can we rush into this!"

Xuanyuan Jun frowned and was hesitating, but he saw his personal guard coming forward anxiously with a memorial in his hand.

He opened it and was instantly furious. He threw the memorial fiercely in Shen Weidong's face: "Dongcheng Country has broken through Guanshan City and is approaching the Imperial City. How long do we have to wait!"

Shen Weidong opened the memorial tremblingly, his face pale and unable to utter a word.

"Announce Junfu to the palace." Xuanyuan Jun ordered in a cold voice.

Led by Shen Weidong, the opposition kowtowed immediately: "Your Majesty! Please think twice!"

"I have made up my mind! There is no need to discuss this matter any further! Shen Weidong, the 800,000 kilograms of salt per year will be produced from the salt mine under your control."

Shen Weidong: "Your Majesty! Please think twice!"

Eight hundred thousand kilograms is almost the entire annual output of the salt mines he controls.

As we all know, owning a salt mine means owning silver.

Only he knew how much of the Shen family's treasury's funds came from the seizure of salt mines.

Isn't this a disguised way of cutting off the Shen family's financial resources? !

Shen Weidong gnashed his teeth in hatred. Fu Junyan not only caused his son to break an arm, but also took away the God of Wealth of his Shen family!

He will never let this matter go!

Xuanyuan Jun glanced at everyone fiercely and said, "If there are still people who oppose this, they will be stripped of their official positions immediately and sent to the border to join the army!"

Everyone immediately fell silent, fearing that their official positions would be lost.

Shen House.

Shen Zijun was lying on a woman, torturing her wantonly, and screams could be heard from the room.

There was a naked woman lying on the ground, she had already died.

Ever since his arm was chopped off, his mind has become twisted and he has become inferior, turning into a pervert who can only satisfy his vanity by torturing women.

Shen Zijun was having fun when someone grabbed his shoulder and slapped him hard in the face.

"Who the hell is looking for death... Dad..." Shen Zijun saw who was coming, covered his face, and muttered with bloodshot eyes.

"roll!"

Shen Zijun kicked the woman on the edge of the bed. The woman trembled all over and rolled out holding her clothes.

"Useless thing!" Shen Weidong sat down angrily.

"Dad, what happened?" Shen Zijun asked quickly when he saw that he looked unhappy.

"Our Shen family is about to be finished! You are still playing with women here!"

Shen Zijun was shocked: "Father! You are the emperor's uncle! Who dares not to take us seriously?!"

"In order to appease Fu Junyan, the emperor has handed over our Shen family's salt mine!"

"What?!" Shen Zijun was shocked, anger bursting out of his eyes, "It's him again! Father, if it weren't for him, how could my hand be broken! How could our Shen family end up like this!"

Shen Zijun became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and he smashed everything in the room.

"Father! I must kill him!" Shen Zijun gritted his teeth, filled with resentment.

"Kill? How? You can only talk!"

Shen Zijun's dark eyes turned, and he leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Father, for so many years, we secretly sent so much private salt to that man. Didn't we agree that he would definitely take action if there was any problem?"

A hint of viciousness flashed across Shen Weidong's eyes. He hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "Send someone to contact him. Do it cleanly and don't let anyone find out. Otherwise, you and I will both lose our heads!"

"Yes! Father!" Shen Zijun sneered grimly.

Fu Junyan, just wait for your death!

Yizhuang.

Two human body pictures, one in front and one behind, stand in front of the wooden stake.

Lin Zhuwei was standing ten meters away, holding a few small knives in his hands, listening to instructions attentively.

Old man Jia drank his wine and said calmly: "Touwei acupoint."

Lin Zhuwei's knife flew out and hit the center of the acupuncture point, and said: "Touwei acupoint is mainly used to treat eye pain, eye twitching, and headache."

"Yifeng Point."

Lin Zhuwei's eyes were like torches, and the knife flew out again with decisive and swift movements: "Yifeng acupoint, treats deafness, tinnitus, and facial spasms."

"Chengjiang acupoint."

"Treats facial diseases, toothaches, aphasia and other symptoms."

Old Man Jia nodded, very satisfied with Lin Zhuwei's performance.

He weighed the stone in his hand and threw it out. Lin Zhuwei raised his eyebrows slightly, and the knife flew out, accurately splitting the stone into two halves.

Old man Jia raised his lips and said, "That's right. People who practice martial arts should be aware of every movement and every stillness."

As he spoke, he opened the cage at his feet, and a group of birds chirped and flew out.

Lin Zhuwei spun his leg and kicked the stones under his feet up, then he jumped up and reached out to grab a few stones, which were caught between his fingers.

She looked up, her gaze as sharp as swords, and shot stones at the scattered birds. More than a dozen birds fell to the ground.

You can imagine how profound his skills are.

Old Man Jia took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Wei'er, in just a few days, your skills have greatly improved. Not bad, not bad."

Lin Zhuwei smiled and gently wiped the sweat off her face: "Thank you, Master. Can I cook you some snacks?"

For several years, she has been learning Kung Fu from Old Man Jia in the charity cemetery, and occasionally goes down the mountain to purchase some daily necessities.

Every time she went down the mountain, she would deliberately pass by Aunt Xiao's house to check on her son's legs and feet.

Although Xiao Zhengxun's legs are a little lame, he is now able to live a normal life without the crutches.

For this, the mother and daughter were very grateful to Lin Zhuwei, and every time she came down the mountain, they would do their best to teach her how to cook.

Therefore, Lin Zhuwei not only has greatly improved his skills, but can also cook delicious dishes.

Old Man Jia smiled and shook his head: "No hurry. I just picked up two corpses this morning. Go and dissect them first, and I will see your skills."

Lin Zhuwei nodded lightly, turned and walked towards the room where the body was placed.

There were several bodies on the wooden board, the ones at the back had already rotted and were smelling bad, while the two bodies on the far left, a man and a woman, had just started to show signs of ulceration.

Lin Zhuwei's face was indifferent. She no longer had the panic and nausea she felt when she first saw this scene.

Over the past five years, she has dissected countless corpses and witnessed all kinds of tragic deaths.

The first body she dissected was the fat man she had killed the first time.

At that time, she watched Old Man Jia stab the knife into the body of the fat man who died of poisoning, pull out the black intestines full of holes from his stomach, and vomited with a "wow".

"You saw it clearly. He was poisoned by the Qi Jue Powder. That's why his intestines are ruptured." Old man Jia pulled his intestines, as indifferent as if he was playing with a rope.

The horrifying and disgusting scene gave her nightmares for several nights.

Old man Jia coldly put the knife into her hand, held her hand and stabbed his cold body again and again.

"This is his stomach." Old man Jia took out his stomach, squeezed it hard, and said coldly, "His stomach is bigger than that of ordinary people. He has stomach disease, and this place is a bit hard. Even if he is not poisoned, he will die of stomach disease in a year at most."

Lin Zhuwei vomited repeatedly. Her hand holding the knife was shaking violently, and her legs were weak, and she could not stand.

Old man Jia, however, acted as if he saw nothing. With a cold face, he took out all of the fat man's internal organs, arranged them one by one, and taught Lin Zhuwei how to do them one by one.

"Put his organs back in place." Old Man Jia stared at Lin Zhuwei and ordered coldly, "Pay attention to his heart."

At that time, Lin Zhuwei felt like she was being held by the devil in purgatory, and she walked out of purgatory with her whole body cold.

Of course, her first autopsy was a failure, and for ten whole days, she didn't dare to step into the morgue again.

Until old man Jia said: "If you can't learn it, then you'd better get out of here now. Otherwise, I will have to dissect your corpse later."

Lin Zhuwei finally woke up from his dream.

Yes! This world is too cruel. She must get out of it step by step to survive here.

Now five years have passed, and Lin Zhuwei is no longer the same person she used to be.

To her, the corpses before her were nothing more than containers for organs.

Lin Zhuwei had an indifferent expression. He chose the male corpse and started to take off all his clothes.

There was an obvious knife wound on his abdomen, about the length of a finger...