[Red Mansion] Mrs. Lin

Xiaodouzi knelt down with a 'plop'. This time, he didn't kneel on one knee; he actually knelt on the ground with two legs.

"Master, the subordinates dare not lie to the master." Xiaodouzi didn't dare to say a word when his forehead touched the ground: "The above records are indeed what Zhang Gonggong said personally, and the subordinates dare not even borrow the courage of the sky. Do something to deceive the master."

Zaire also knelt down with a "plop" when Xiaodouzi knelt down, the third prince was angry at this moment; Zaire didn't want to be shot while lying down, so he tried his best to keep himself as low as possible. The sense of presence; so that the third prince will not notice himself.

In such a short period of time, Shui Yu finally realized what extreme joy begets sorrow; experienced the feeling of going from heaven to hell once, if he had known the result would be like this; would he not be so persistent?

Shui Yu's face was blank and his heart was dead silent, his whole head was empty; he couldn't think of anything... He was completely filled with the news he just learned: "Qing Yu is the daughter of the emperor's brother, and Qing Yu is my own daughter. niece of..."

"Master." Seeing Shui Yu's distraught look, Xiaodouzi couldn't bear to cry softly, "Are you okay?"

"Little Douzi, you and Zaire back off first." Shui Yu closed his eyes wearily, and said indifferently: "I want to be quiet, remember... I don't want today's incident to be done by anyone but you." Besides the two, there is a fourth person who knows, otherwise... Xiaodouzi, you should know the temper and temperament of this king."

"The subordinates know what to do, master, don't worry."

"Go!" Shui Yu waved his hand, as if he suddenly aged ten years.

"Here!"

It wasn't until he followed Xiaodouzi out of the study that Zaire's heart was relieved; he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "Master Commander, why doesn't our lord seem to be okay?" How sad; doesn't it mean that the prince has a deep affection for Miss Qingyu? It doesn't look like Yizail?"

"Ah..." Before Xiaodouzi had time to answer Zaire's words, Shui Yu's shrill scream came from the study; that shrill scream made Zaire shiver several times in a row, seeping through Very nice!

Xiaodouzi's eyes are red, um... her prince is still heartbroken; hearing Shui Yu's miserable screams, Xiaodouzi's heart aches.

Zaire shook his shoulders, swallowed dryly and said uncomfortably, "Commander... Commander, it seems that our prince is not in a good mood; let's hurry up!"

Zaire was worried that Shui Yu would kill him and Xiaodouzi when he turned around, so he kept urging Xiaodouzi to leave as soon as possible; you must know that people in the royal family have never been easy to get along with. Good people.

Shui Yu has never regretted this moment so much. If he doesn't let Zaire use the soul-destroying gun on Zhang Quan... then at least he still has a hope in his heart?

No wonder the emperor's brother and the queen mother had very strange expressions on their faces every time they saw themselves and Yu'er together; Shui Yu suddenly remembered many details that he didn't understand before, and it was all because of that time when he saw Yu'er. I was too happy when I saw Yu'er; I forgot to think carefully about the weirdness here.

"Did Yu'er know about it a long time ago?" Shui Yu suddenly thought of Han Qingyu's cold appearance every time he saw him, everything seemed to be clear for a moment.

Brother, you really guessed wrong this time; at the beginning, Han Qingyu really didn't know who you were?At that time, it wasn't long before they crossed over, and they didn't know anything; it was all based on deceit, and you really thought too much.

Emperor Jing Ming woke up with a headache: "Xiao Quanzi...Xiao Quanzi..." In a daze, Emperor Jing Ming called out Zhang Quan's name several times in a row.

"Long Live Lord, what do you have to tell the servants?" A series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the house, and it was the entourage from Shuiyu Bieyuan who walked in; it was not the Zhang Quan that Emperor Jingming used to--Zhang Eunuch, a young man The guards bowed their heads respectfully and stood in front of Emperor Jingming.

"Where's Xiao Quanzi? Tell him to come and see me." Emperor Jing Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gloomy and cold gaze flashed across his long and narrow pupils.

"Back to Lord Long Live, Eunuch Zhang was also drunk yesterday; he probably hasn't woken up yet, why don't you let the servants go and have a look?"

"What?" Emperor Jingming snarled, picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup on the table beside him and threw it down hard; he fell to the opponent's feet with a 'click': "Go, help me and call that servant."

It didn't take long for Zhang Quan to rush over in disheveled clothes: "Long live, slave... slave..." I don't know if it was because of being too impatient, Zhang Quan, the master of the capital city; Relieved and calm.

Emperor Jingming signaled the guards standing aside to step back first, then cast a cold glance at Zhang Quan and said indifferently: "Xiao Quanzi, what happened last night? I remember that you, a slave, never drink, why? ? I was drunk last night, and you got drunk with me, too?"

Originally, when Emperor Jingming heard the servant say that he was drunk, he really thought he was drunk last night; but what the guard said next made Emperor Jingming suspicious, and Zhang Quan followed him when he was the prince himself. Waiting by his side; Emperor Jingming is very clear that Zhang Quan does not drink; er... In fact, it should be said that it is not that Zhang Quan does not drink but that he cannot drink.

Not drinking and not being able to drink are two different things. It turns out that Zhang Quan's physique is different from ordinary people; as long as he drinks alcohol, he will get a rash all over his body, itchy and painful. This is the so-called alcohol allergy in later generations ; and the whole palace knew that there were no more than ten people like Zhang Quan who were different from the ordinary people's system, and Emperor Jing Ming was one of them.

Zhang Quan was stunned and quickly shook his head: "Long Live Lord, it's not that you don't know about this slave's body; every sip of wine is painful, how could this slave do such a stupid thing?" Zhang Quan quickly explained that he didn't want to It aroused Emperor Jing Ming's suspicion; if there is anyone in the world who knows Emperor Jing Ming best...except for Zhang Quan who grew up with Emperor Jing Ming, there would be no other person.

Zhang Quan knew very well what kind of person the master he was serving was; he didn't want to be hated by Emperor Jing Ming.

"Oh...you slave can be very talkative." Emperor Jing Ming finally calmed down a lot, and he glanced at Zhang Quan with a half-smile: "Little Quan, then you are talking about what those people want?" What to do?"

do what?Zhang Quan was really stopped by Emperor Jingming, assassinate the emperor?How can it be?Zhang Quan was the first to delete this assumption from his mind. Didn't you see that Emperor Jing Ming was sitting on the brocade couch in a good manner?Assassinating the emperor had the opportunity but did not do it, which means that Long Live God is not the main purpose of the opponent at all.

But apart from this assumption, Zhang Quan really couldn't think of anything else; who made Emperor Jing Ming's status too noble?

"If you go back to Lord Long Live, I'm a slave... I'm an idiot, I really can't figure out what is the purpose of that group of people?" Under the watchful eyes of Emperor Jing Ming, big beads of sweat dripped down Zhang Quan's forehead. .

"Really?" Emperor Jingming suddenly laughed: "Haha...Xiao Quanzi, don't you think you are in the same party as those thieves?"

Although Emperor Jingming had a smile on his face, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all; it was just such an understatement, obviously it was already June; but Zhang Quan only felt the biting chill rushing over and over again. In his heart, Zhang Quan felt the coldness of winter in this hot June.

"Long live lord, woo woo... Slave... Slave is really wronged!" Zhang Quan's face turned pale and he knelt down with a 'plop', and said tremblingly: "You just let the slave borrow courage from the sky, slave... woo woo ...Slaves don't even dare!"

At this moment, there is not even half of the calmness on Zhang Quan's face that he usually sees. He deeply knows that no matter how beautiful he is, everything he has is given by Emperor Jingming. If there is no Emperor Jingming; A dog, uh... no, not even a dog.

Emperor Jingming was very annoyed, damn it!These slaves around me are all used to being pampered and pampered on weekdays, and fortunately they claim to be the number one expert in the palace; they don't even know how they got caught by others, fortunately this time the thieves didn't attack themselves. Pay attention to your head; otherwise, I'm afraid I would have become a wandering ghost by now.

Emperor Jing Ming knew that Zhang Quan really didn't know this time, he still wanted to take this opportunity to beat Zhang Quan well; lest he would be surrounded by a bunch of idiots in the future.

"Really?" Emperor Jingming said with something in his words: "Xiao Quanzi, how do you want me to believe that what you said is the truth?"

Zhang Quan heard hope from Emperor Jingming's words, and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve; he loudly showed his loyalty to Emperor Jingming: "Long Live Lord, please give this servant a chance; this servant will definitely commit crimes and make meritorious deeds. The thief was caught in one go."

What Emperor Jing Ming was waiting for was Zhang Quan's words, and he asked meaningfully: "Little Quan, how do you plan to take the blame and make meritorious service?"

Although Zhang Quan is still kneeling at this moment, but his back is straight: "Long Live Lord, I beg you to take people to the Chunfeng Deyi Building to catch all the thieves."