Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The masked man flew up to the highest point of a certain palace in the palace, looked down, and saw that the heads of the Wutong Garden were tightly clustered. They were all the Panwei of the East Factory and the imperial army and internal officials of the palace. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cco

The lips under the mask were sparse, and he smiled coldly to himself:

"Huh, it's a bunch of trash."

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Wutong Court——

After Ai Qing fought against the masked man on the bank of Yinshui River, he sent some people to inform the governor on the other side of the river, and on the other hand he sent his men to continue tracking the injured opponent.

Leng Qingtang received the news, and in the next round with all his subordinates, based on clues from the blood on the high walls of the outer courtyard of the palace, he finally found the palace.

Leng Qingtang eagerly led his men into the palace to search, but did not dare to make too much publicity, and only said that it was the theft of the prison guard.

Fan Wei and the internal officials acted separately. Before an hour, someone touched the Wutong Garden according to the blood stains of Lili Lala on the palace road, and just found the Huanan Xin, His Royal Highness Chen Wang, whose palm was injured.

When Ai Qing rushed into the main hall, she saw the mother coaxing her hands for the king and asked him where the wound was made.

Obviously, the Wutongyuan, which has always been quiet and unpopulated, suddenly broke into many Dongchang Fanwei and Si Li Jian internal officers in the big night. The mother knew that this fool must have caused trouble outside again.

Ai Qing frowned and watched the busy mother on the side, her face darkened unconsciously, her left fist slammed her right palm, and she sighed bitterly:

"Hey! We have been chasing for a long time, but that person is playing tricks again."

"Don't worry, let's find clues again."

The crowd separated, and Leng Qingtang walked over as he spoke.

"Supervisor."

Ai Qing saw the ceremony, and Leng Qingtang waved his hand:

"I just took someone to look at it, and found that the bloodstains on the Royal Garden Rockery overlapped too suspiciously. I still found something there..."

At this time, a dark guard stepped forward, holding a blood-stained crossbow in both hands.

Ai Qing took it, her eyes brightened instantly:

"Yes, it was a weapon that hurt him, so to speak..."

He immediately understood something, and looked up at the governor in amazement.

Since that guy ran into the imperial garden to draw arrows with the crossbow in his body to heal his injuries, how could blood flow out afterwards?

Leng Qingtang nodded:

"The King Chen was probably stabbed deliberately by that person, disturbing our sight with blood stains. The Governor went to ask and knew. Neto"

Leng Qingtang walked a few steps in front of Wang Chen. Seeing that he was sitting on the chair still crying and shouting that his hands hurt, he bowed and smiled, coaxing in a soft voice:

"His Royal Highness, please behave, I told you last time, don't run out of Wutong Garden. Where did you go to play tonight and make your little hands like this?"

Wang Chen stopped his grief, sniffed, and then curled his mouth again:

"I won't tell you, I won't tell you."

Leng Qingtang smiled beautifully, and whispered with a mysterious face:

"You tell me, I will take you to the secretary's kitchen to get some delicious food."

After Wang Chen heard it, his hands held Leng Qingtang's robe and kept making noise:

"Delicious, delicious, give me delicious..."

"Then tell me first, how did your hand hurt?"

"I was pierced by a tree in the garden."

Wang Chen said the "truth" without hesitation, and then another moment of grievance, "Wow" burst into tears.

Leng Qingtang's eyes were startled, and only said:

"Okay, okay, let's not be afraid. Wang Chen is the most brave. He will sleep obediently later, and tomorrow his little hands won't hurt."

He patted King Chen on the back, and raised his eyebrows with Yan coaxing, his speculative eyes stretched out into the depths of the palace outside the main hall.

Shouldn't you believe what Huanan Xin said?

Near the rockery group in the Royal Garden, there are just a few branches of Citrus aurantium with spikes.

He wanted to come to Wang Chen for fun, and the palace staff in Wutong Garden were negligent, and asked him to run around when it was dark.

He accidentally bumped into Zhishi and got a hole in his hand. This kind of inference was reasonable.

After thinking about it, Wang Chen is a fool, and definitely doesn't know how to be coerced. If you are really hurt by that hateful masked person, I am afraid that you will be scared a long time ago, so how can you worry about noisy?

But he hurt his hand, but at this time...

All in all, the East Factory returned empty-handed tonight. Think about it, Leng Qingtang can't help feeling frustrated.

He sadly instructed an internal officer to take Chen Wang to the imperial hospital to find an imperial doctor to see the wound, and then go to the secretary's dining room to pick some snacks. o

Then waved to close the team, Leng Qingtang and a group of people walked outside the hall.

None of them noticed. The Chen Wang on the chair lowered his head silently, and the facial features above his nose were submerged in the faint shadow. The lips exposed to the warm orange candlelight rose slightly at this moment, like a sly arc of a smile. .

——

After leaving the imperial garden, Gu Yunxi carefully avoided the East Factory and the imperial army, and hurried back to Chuxiu Palace.

Lan Xin was walking anxiously in the penthouse. Hearing the movement, turning around and looking at the door, he saw Gu Yunxi open the door and sneak in.

"Oh my God, where did you go? I haven't seen you since I've been back for a long time!"

Full of excitement, Lan Xin came over and hugged Gu Yunxi, nagging:

"It's stolen in the palace. You will have to get the key if you don't come back to Chuxiu Palace, which makes me anxious. Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The candlelight in the room, the shattered brilliance of the falling brilliance, illuminates the muddy dress and the look of Gu Yunxi.

"My God! What's wrong with you?"

Lan Xin carefully looked at Gu Yunxi from head to toe, and found that her clothes were loose, and exclaimed angrily:

"You, you were robbed by bad guys! Tell me who did it, and I will let Brother Fan fight back for you!"

Gu Yunxi chuckled and shook his head, his eyes lingering, like fog and water.

She took a heavy step towards her bed. After only two steps, the five inner circle seemed to explode, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Muxue? What's wrong with Mu Xue!"

Lan Xin was silly for a moment, then rushed over.

She didn't know that Gu Yunxi had committed a drug addiction to Han Fu San. Seeing that she was convulsed and her facial features were horrified, she thought it was some kind of dark disease, and she couldn't help being sweaty.

"Mu Xue, wait, I'll go to the medical officer."

Lan Xin's face was pale and about to get up, Gu Yunxi called her tremblingly, holding back the uncontrollable pain around her body, hissed and collapsed:

"Quick... my medicine... in the bedside wooden box... help me..."

Lan Xin went straight to the head of Gu Yunxi's bed without saying a word, rummaged boxes and cabinets, only to see a delicate rouge box under the pile of clothes.

Lan Xin burst into tears and stomped anxiously:

"Muxue, what should I do? I didn't find the medicine bottle you mentioned!"

"That rouge box!"

Gu Yunxi barked his teeth with a dull scream, turned over and lay on his back, his nose and tears streaming down.

When drug addiction broke out, she would be tortured under that unusual pain.

The pain was like tens of thousands of ants biting her, eating away the skin and flesh of her whole body little by little and then biting her bones.

If it weren't for someone, she would really not be able to bear it.

Lan Xin picked up the rouge box and ran back, grabbed Gu Yunxi's jerky hand, and stuffed the rouge box into the cold palm of his hand, staring in panic, staring at his friend, leaving the lid of the box twitching. A finger of brown balm was stuffed into the mouth, and his greedy dumpling fingers sucked for a long time, narrowing his muddy eyes.

That unstoppable and desperate energy can be regarded as passed.

"Muxue... are you okay with Mu Xue?"

Seeing the **** the ground gradually improving, Lan Xin wiped the sweat from her sideburns and asked tentatively.

"It's okay... can you help me up?"

Gu Yunxi's eyes were dull, and he whispered weakly.

Lan Xin nodded and did as she said.

Gu Yunxi stood up in sweat and put the rouge box away properly.

Lan Xin helped her friend to sit down in front of the bed, squatted and looked up at her pale and dry skin and black eyes, very distressed:

"Muxue, just now...what happened to you?"

Gu Yunxi wriggled his dry lips and said with a sad expression:

"Will you keep it secret for me? I've been in a bad shape since I was a child, and I have a dark disease. As a woman, I can't inherit the jade carving skills of the Tujia. In order to make a living, I can only hide the illness and enter the palace. I put the medicine into ointment and put it in the rouge Box, take it on time to hide it from Gongyuan."

"Oh……"

Lan Xin nodded as if not understanding, Gu Yunxi caught her when she saw it, and begged:

"Promise me not to talk about me even to your Big Brother Fan."

This was an unexpected incident, and it was impossible to hide it from Lan Xin. She helped her somehow, she gambled on Lanxin's kindness.

Gu Yunxi never wanted to kill people.

Lan Xin's expression was determined, and backhand moved to close Gu Yunxi's hand, warming her with her body temperature.

"Muxue, we are good sisters. Lan Xin, I am definitely not a person who will avenge revenge. Everyone is suffering in the palace, so we should take care of each other. Don't worry, I will take care of you from now on."

"Thank you."

Gu Yunxi's heart warmed, and his sorrowful nose stirred twice.

Lan Xin's words from the bottom of her heart reminded her of some people.

At one time, Governor Leng and Doctor Jiang spent a lot of money to help her cure the "blood faint" symptom, so that she could finally get rid of the medicine jar and live freely. Now, she has made the same mistake again, once again without leaving her medicine...

Thinking of her ugly and humble appearance every time an addict, she feels disappointed. Even if many obstacles are gone in the future, she has any face to stand in front of Governor Leng and say to him herself:

I am Gu Yunxi, your girl!

What's more, she just learned a big secret, the connection between her and Pei Ruye and Governor Leng was... so embarrassing!

I can't go back... I can't go back to the past, right-

The more Gu Yunxi thought about it, the more saddened his heart became, and several strings of clear tears fell from time to time. Seeing this, Lan Xin only said that she was sorry for her dark illness, accompanied silently, and raised her hand to wipe it for her.

The door rang and Cui Qiao entered the house.

She was Gong E who was serving in the side hall, the wife of Liao in the small kitchen, living in the same penthouse with Gu Yunxi, Lan Xin and Yunmei who was cleaning the room.

"Yeah, what are you two doing?"

Cui Qiao glanced at the two of them, saying indifferently.

She was pretty good to Gu Yunxi before, but since Gu Yunxi became a noble concubine in front of the "Sushan" consort, this Nizi's attitude towards her has obviously become much colder.

Lan Xin stood up uneasy, hands on hips towards Cuiqiao:

"What are you doing? Feeling homesick and sad, it won't work!"

"Cut! Only a few days into the palace..."

Cuiqiao rolled her eyes to Gu Yunxi disdainfully, and walked towards her bed in a sway.

With a quick pause, a pair of apricot eyes stared straight at Gu Yunxi:

"She, where did she go? Why is she covered in mud?"

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