The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Originally, Qibao, who was the fastest to move, was the last to return to the Cao Mansion compound.As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Fatty Cao smiling and Mimi sitting on a chair and waving at him.

Cao Guogong said with a somewhat remorseful tone: "I heard them say that you were able to severely damage the Jin Palace this time thanks to the Qibao. How can I reward you for what I am doing! If you have anything you want, you can say it."

Qibao stood still, not saying a word, even his eyes moved slowly, this person was as dull as a puppet.

Being used by others, Mr. Cao Guo was already on fire, no matter how he put on his face at this time, he would inevitably be a little displeased and irritable: "Qibao, tell me what's so good about seeing that Guo Zigan. If he can give it to you, I, Mr. Cao Can be a thousand times and a hundred times as good as you."

Qibao still didn't answer, he just stared blankly at Cao Guogong without any emotion in his eyes.

Seeing that Cao Guogong was about to lose his temper, Cao Wu, the personal servant, hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "This Qibao doesn't look like a normal person, he is simply a murder weapon, I'm afraid Guo Zigan used some kind of demonic technique. It might not be easy to find out from his mouth what is wrong with his master."

Cao Guogong squinted at Qibao, and felt that what Cao Wu said made sense: "Then guess what Guo Zigan wants to do?"

Cao Wu cautiously said: "Could it be that Guo Ziqian has been punished by the emperor...the emperor wants to provoke you and King Jin..."

No need to finish listening, Cao Guogong sneered and said: "Cao Wu! Cao Wu! When will you be smarter! If Guo Ziqian knew that the King of Jin was coming back, he contacted me to attack Wan Zixiao, and only let Qibao get hurt. If he doesn't kill him, it can only show that what he said about sharing the country is a lie. He wants to stir up conflicts between me and King Jin to help the emperor stabilize the throne? But how does King Jin know who sent me and the emperor? The forces of the three parties have been aroused, and it seems that someone wants to be a fisherman! But... who could it be?"

Cao Wu was confused when he heard that, so he could only give a thumbs up to the side and kept laughing: "Mr. Cao is wise! You are so wise!"

One month after the skinning tragedy, the Prince Jin's Mansion was attacked, resulting in many casualties. Wan Zixiao, the head of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, was seriously injured and asked to leave Beijing to recuperate.

Han Jing picked up the dim oil lamp on the probing table, and looked at the battle report from ahead. Apart from the stalemate, the current situation really couldn't think of a way out for a while. He couldn't kill or retreat. One hundred thousand mouths was just a change of place. Just eat.Thinking of the Shengxiao in Peiliang, the capital of Ganzhou, as before, Han Jing felt that the wound on his chest began to hurt again due to his suffocation.

"My lord," Xiao Yun gently knocked on the door; "My lord, your supper is ready."

It wasn't the voice of hope. Han Jing was inevitably a little disappointed. He put away the scattered documents on the table and said in a low voice, "Come in!"

Xiaoyun pushed open the creaking old wooden door, walked to Han Jing with his head down, and said softly, "Xiaoyun waits for the prince to change the medicine."

Han Jing took the food box and did not open it. Instead, he straightened his robes: "Your son hasn't rested yet!"

Xiaoyun shook his head first, and then said anxiously: "But... but young master, he will soon..."

"What do you want?" Han Jing picked up the food box and walked out, somewhat rascally: "I'll go and see what Master Wan wants."

Xiaoyun trotted a few steps and stretched out his hand to block Han Jing's path, and said weakly: "No... let Xiaoyun apply the medicine for the prince. My son... I'm afraid he's asleep..."

The always arrogant prince didn't mind being bumped, and poked Xiaoyun's forehead with a smile: "You are a good protector at such a young age! If he cares half of me for you now, this king is..." The words on the tip of his tongue suddenly got stuck, Han Jing's face darkened and he didn't want to say more, he walked around Xiaoyun to the other side of the corridor.

Unable to stop him, Xiaoyun stood there dazedly, rubbing his sleeves with his fingers, his heart was in a mess, and he kept muttering: "What can I do! What can I do..."

The inns in small county towns are unavoidably shabby, and the corridors that have been in disrepair for a long time creak like walking on rotten wood.Han Jing was in a complicated mood at this time. Since he was injured that day, Wan Zixiao has always been lukewarm. Whether he agrees to go to Ganzhou with him or take the same car on weekdays, his indifferent attitude is not as good as that of passers-by traveling together. Even the guest rooms are divided into two ends of the corridor.Han Jingchang sighed, he was clearly avoiding himself on purpose.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and the thin figure was reflected on the paper window, presumably he was reading a book or concentrating on something.The comfortable scene is very like a virtuous wife waiting for her husband who returns late, but a single complaint is an endless concern. Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help smiling, and lightly knocked on the door: "Mr. Wan, is he asleep?"

"No, what's the matter, Mr. Han?" Wan Zixiao didn't intend to get up, but turned her face slightly.

Han Jing suddenly felt nervous and expectant: "If Mr. Wan hasn't slept, why don't you have supper with Brother Yu?"

Hiding or pretending to be ignorant is not a long-term strategy. It's nothing if it's just a man who hides and hides. You have to face what you have to face.Wan Zixiao hesitated a little, put down the scroll in his hand, and opened the door: "Mr. Han, please come in."

Han Jing was not polite, put down the food box, pulled a chair and sat down.Wan Zixiao closed the door, turned around and saw the uninvited guest swaggeringly sitting next to the chair she had just sat on.After leaning over to salute, Wan Zixiao stood beside Han Jing: "Why did the lord come here this time? Zixiao doesn't know what's delicious in this small town. It's worth the lord to invite Zixiao to taste it late at night?"

Han Jing was suddenly embarrassed: "Xiaoyun is still young, and she will eventually get married in the future. If she always asks her to come late at night to change my king's medicine, I'm afraid it will have a bad effect."

Hearing this clumsy excuse, Wan Zixiao sneered and said, "Didn't you use supper as an excuse to change the dressing at night along the way? Besides, although Xiaoyun is young, he is still the servant of the prince, so it is normal for you to change the dressing , who will talk long and short?”

Han Jing was speechless for a while, so he could only hide his face: "I have already sent away people, and this time I have to work for you, Zixiao."

Wan Zixiao's complexion changed, he pursed his lips tightly, and glared at Han Jing with a bit of anger.

Han Jing also knew that he had mentioned too much, turned his head away from Wan Zixiao, and murmured: "This injury is from when I saved you... I'm not complaining... It's just that you've never seen it... that guy used it." The hidden weapon is really insidious, with sharp corners and sharp edges on all sides, the cut is extremely deep, and the wound has just healed after these days... Thinking about it now, I can still break out in a cold sweat, if you were the one who was injured at that time..."

Han Jing couldn't continue, and Wan Zixiao didn't want to listen, and the two of them were deadlocked for a while.No matter how much they try to get rid of the past, Han Jing and Wan Zixiao will eventually become a hurdle they can't get past.Hearing Han Jing's flattering words, Wan Zixiao's heart softened: "My lord, only this time."