Heming nodded: "Guy Qi from the palace sent a post, saying that he twisted his feet while practicing dancing. Please go to Qiqing Palace to have a look. But you said in the morning that you were not available and said that you just asked Sister Yunwu to go and have a look."

"Is Yun Wu back?" Hong Gong asked.

He Ming tilted his head and thought, and was a little confused: "Yes, it's been half a day. Why haven't Sister Yunwu come back yet? Is Guiren Qi so seriously injured?"

"Prepare it and go to the palace to have a look."

Hong Gong instructed, "After all, Concubine Qi prepares for the end of the year's palace banquet. If I delay my foot injury and my superiors take responsibility, I will be punished."

"Oh, OK."

He Ming responded, turned around to prepare a carriage, but his heart muttered.

It's September, and it's still early to get the New Year's banquet! Why did the master suddenly change his mind?

Heming muttered to leave, leaving Hong Gong alone to look at the direction of Yan Qing leaving, his fingernails tightened the door frame, and his eyes were dark.

Outside the Hong Family Medical Center, Si Ji paused slightly, turned around and looked at the signboard of the clinic, and asked Yan Qing: "What did you say to Lord Hong?"

Just now, Hong Gong looked at him, but he was not friendly at all.

Yan Qing put the curtain on the carriage and got on the carriage: "Don't you all listen outside?"

Si Ji got into the car with a familiarity and said with a smile: "I am not as sharp-eyed and clear-eyed as a martial artist like a general. I can know other people's conspiracy through the wall."

"Oh."

Yan Qing sneered and laughed at him, "Since that's the case, what's the use of you following?"

"I want to come in and stare, but the general refuses?"

Si Ji was not bothered by Yan Qing secretly laughing at him for being useless. He leaned against the wall of the car and closed his eyes to rest. "Besides, the general has many methods. Even if he keeps staring at him for twelve hours, he may not be able to defend himself. Someone's existence is just to remind the general to speak and do things, think twice before doing it."

Yan Qing glanced at Si Jizhe, lowered his eyes, and gently twisted his fingertips: "I just said what I shouldn't say, what do you think?"

Si Xi raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids slightly, and his eyes turned around Yan Qing, landed on the roof of the carriage, sighing slowly: "Although General, you are now sure that you are still useful to us, we will not really take ruthless measures, so the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. But you also have to know that people like us are patient and the most impatient. You test it once, let's play with you, but if you have too many times, who can tell it? You can't bet on the bottom line of people like us, right?"

Yan Qing pursed his lips, rubbed his fingers, and suddenly sneered: "Yes, no matter how hard I test you guys have no bottom line, I can't figure it out."

Sigi closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows without objection: "If you had realized this earlier, we wouldn't have had so many conflicts."

"Ha. Contradiction? I have no conflict with you."

Yan Qing flipped his wrist and pulled a small lancet to play with it in his hand. His drooping gaze swept across Si Jizhan's neck as if nothing had happened. "Since the meeting, I have the same attitude towards you."

Siying was happy, sat up, supported her elbows on her legs, bent her back, rolled her eyes upward, stared at Yan Qing from bottom to top, and grinned: "Do you want my life? Is it because I detained Mrs. Hou?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, just pressed his eyelids and looked at Si Ji coldly.

"Well, although I didn't do this myself, I did ask someone to do it."

Si Jizhe seemed to have compromised, avoided Yan Qing's gaze, stretched out his hands, rested on the back of his head, leaned on the wall of the car, stared at the roof of the car, but looked at Yan Qing with his light, and said with a meaningless smile, "Actually, I have also told myself that I will not live long. If you can survive afterwards, you can just take our heads."

Yan Qing wiped the blade's hand and looked up, but saw that Si Ji had closed his eyes: "Those who divinate themselves are taboo."

Sigi sighed: "So probably this is retribution!"

As for what retribution is, Si Ji did not say it clearly. Yan Qing guessed that it was short-lived, but Si Ji didn't intend to say more, and she didn't have much interest in asking.

The carriage passed the long street and stopped at the intersection of Zhengnan Street. Si Jizhe got off the carriage.

"I have already told the general what I should say. As for whether the general listens or not, I can do nothing."

After saying this to Yan Qing, Si Ji turned around and walked up to the bluestone of Zhengnan Street, but stopped two steps later and turned around and said, "By the way, I still have to bother the general this month."

After saying that, Si Caicai walked towards Zhengnan Street without looking back.

The coachman turned around and asked Yan Qing: "Miss, where are we going next?"

Yan Qing held his eyebrows and wiped his thumb on the blade twice, retracting the knife back into the sheath: "Go back to home."

Zhengnan Street, Su Wang Mansion.

When the concierge saw that Si Ji was approaching Prince Su's mansion casually, he was shocked and the sleepy bug was frightened. He hurriedly turned his head and looked out of the mansion. The Yulin Army, who was sent by the emperor to guard the Prince Su's mansion, was about to wink Si Ji, but Si Ji seemed to be lost. He looked around and touched his head and left again.

As soon as Sigi left, the concierge immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked around, he saw that no one was paying attention to him. The gatekeeper immediately retreated back to the mansion and ran to the main yard in a hurry.

"I understand, go down."

After receiving the news from the doorman, Wen Zhemao sat in the study, staring at a landscape painting that was taller than a person on the wall, and sat silently.

This landscape painting was written by Guo Xu'an of the previous dynasty. It is not a famous painting, and not many people have even heard of this name.

What people are familiar with today is his descendant, Guo Youning, the Hou of Zhenbei.

After about a cup of tea, the landscape painting that was tall suddenly trembled and lifted the canvas with one hand.

Behind the canvas is a pitch-black corridor.

Sigis came out from behind the canvas, and the stone door closed behind him, blending with the wall of the study. When the canvas was covered, there was no trace at all.

"She handed the news?"

Wen Zhemao asked in a gloomy voice.

Si Jizi went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea, then said, "It's almost up to you, let's see what Hong Gong thinks."

"Ha, that woman probably wished Qin Zhen died."

Wen Zhemao turned the ring on his thumb sarcastically, "Didn't your third brother come into contact with Yan Qing anymore?"

“Not yet.”

Si Ji was a little dissatisfied with Wen Zhemao's arbitrary judgment on a person, but when he thought of his virtue, he was too lazy to tell him, and just replied in detail, "Mrs. Hou is in our hands. No matter how brave Yan Qing is, he will never be able to interact with King Duan's people. At most, he will remind the people around the emperor indirectly."

"If she doesn't do that, it wouldn't be in line with their Yan family's loyalty."

Wen Zhemao's eyes fell on the territory map spread out on the table. Among them, the locations of the Western and Northern Xinjiang were drawn with cinnabar. "If they knew something, they would not lose their lives."
Chapter completed!