"Is it you?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled, his eyes like knives.

The little eunuch who came out was stunned and swallowed hard. He met Zhao Wujiang's eyes, which were burning him like the scorching sun.

With a simple move, Zhao Wujiang revealed the person behind Chen Chenghua who had just been hiding in the crowd, because it was impossible for the person hiding to let other eunuchs read out the contents of the note.

Zhao Wujiang remembered this person's appearance in his mind, and the smile on his lips did not go away. Instead, he put the note into the hands of the little eunuch who was kneeling on the ground, patted his shoulder, and walked away.

The eunuchs around him were all puzzled, but they didn't pay attention. Instead, they followed Zhao Wujiang's footsteps and flattered him.

After Zhao Wujiang and the others left, the erect little eunuch slowly stood up. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the clothes on his back were already wet with cold sweat.

After lurking in the palace for many years, he was exposed for the first time with just a glance or a word.

...

Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.

Zhao Wujiang did not leave the imperial city directly to attend the appointment. In his opinion, the person behind Chen Zhenghua, the chief eunuch, was an enemy rather than a friend, so it was better to be cautious.

He was currently sitting on the huanghuali wooden chair, with a calm demeanor, imitating Xuanyuan Jing, and lightly clasped the table.

"Dong dong dong... dong dong..."

"beep..."

"Dong dong...dong dong dong..."

Three long and two short, two short and three long.

A breeze blew through the room, and a dark blue figure appeared, kneeling on one knee to worship:

"Jia Ersan, meet the emperor... huh? Eunuch Zhao!"

Jia 23, the figure is not as strong as Jia 19, but gives people a feeling of being weak and weak.

He was about to call the emperor when he noticed that the person sitting upright looked unfamiliar, but he quickly realized that he heard Jia Jiujiu say that there is a confidant beside the emperor. If the confidant summons him, he can also listen to the confidant's orders.

"Come with me out of the palace!" Zhao Wujiang ordered with a majestic look on his face.

"The old slave's appearance..."

The old face under Jia Er San's mask showed tangles. Long Yinwei's appearance was generally not exposed to others.

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang stood up slowly, stretched out his slender fingers, and held four silver needles at his fingertips:

"Stand still."

He came to Jia Ersan, and the silver needle slowly penetrated into Jia Ersan's hair and stuck into specific acupuncture points.

The Long Yin Guards were loyal, and all of them had superb martial arts skills. Jia Ersan had no unnecessary resistance, but his face under the mask was full of doubts.

But soon, he felt that his face began to twitch out of his control, and the bones of his cheeks were also shifting.

The magic needle disguises itself!

It's the long-lost magic needle in the world of disguise... The old faces of Class A, Class II and Class A were all shocked, and they soon understood.

The holy hands with superb medical skills can perfectly control the silver needles in their hands.

Not only can it cure diseases and save people, it can also kill people invisible, or stimulate acupuncture points to force a short-term burst of power, or temporarily change the bones and skin to disguise themselves, etc.

He has controlled the silver needle so perfectly at such a young age. He is worthy of being a confidant. No wonder Jia Nineteen was so solemn when talking to me... Jia Ersan slowly took off his sky-blue mask, revealing a

Kind-hearted old cheeks:

"Eunuch Zhao's wonderful skills!"

"When you go out, just call me Young Master." Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were handsome and he slowly walked towards the outside.

A respectful voice came from behind:

"yes!"

...

Kyoto.

Wutong Courtyard.

Wutong Courtyard is one of the three romantic places in Kyoto. Compared with the other two romantic places, Wutong Courtyard focuses on subtle elegance.

Therefore, the guests all have poems and books in their belly, or think they have poems and books in their belly, and they all look elegant when they raise their hands and feet.

Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan, like a young master and an old servant, stepped into the Wutong courtyard.

The Wutong courtyard is divided into a front yard and a backyard.

The front yard is mostly a place for tea, discussion, and drinking, while the back yard is a place for in-depth communication with the young lady or the nobleman.

Crossing the graceful layout of the front yard, missing the girls with charming smiles, Zhao Wujiang came to the front yard.

There are small tables scattered among them, and "gentlemen" are sitting at the small tables, chanting poems and drinking wine, and touching the young ladies beside them.

Zhao Wujiang's sharp eyes scanned the crowd and found an old man drinking alone in the southeast corner. He was dressed in rich clothes and looked distracted.

In the old man's wine glass, there were a few orange-red wolfberries floating.

Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan walked quickly. He came to the old man's small table, tossed the hem of his gown, and sat on the soft floor.

"There's someone here!" The old man's voice was cold.
Chapter completed!