He was completely sleepless, so he rolled over and put his robe on his body: "Tell me, what's wrong?"
Xue Jiu froze and shivered, still not daring to raise her head to look at him. What she said was incomprehensible: "Young Master... then... that kid ran away."
"Who ran away?" After all, he had just woken up, and many people had been arrested recently. Even Pan Zhuqing was a little confused and not in the mood at the moment.
"Xiao...Xiao Juan..."
Hearing this answer, Pan Zhuqing, who had always been as steady as a mountain, was instantly shocked: "Didn't I ask you to kill him yesterday?" He stood up from the bedside, his large robe sliding down his back to the ground, lifting up
Thin dust.
Xue Jiu said with a pale face: "Yes... I just came back and found that no one was there..."
The fact that Zhao Changyuan was able to return to the Central Plains alive was entirely a result that Pan Zhuqing did not expect. Otherwise, he would never have spared Xiao Juan's life. The purpose of having people pretend to be bandits to capture Xiao Juan was to win over Xue Jiu.
Zhongxin. He originally planned to wait for the dust to settle before finding an opportunity to put it back, and try to avoid others thinking of his real motive for presenting the prescription. But as soon as Zhao Changyuan showed up, Pan Zhuqing immediately had murderous intentions...
Maybe Xiao Jun was lucky, or maybe things changed too suddenly. Xue Jiu was supposed to come back and take action after receiving the order, but he was indeed negligent. He didn't expect Xiao Jun to escape from prison in one day...
"Then why are you telling me now?" Pan Zhuqing is rarely so angry. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs. He knows Xue Jiu very well, knows the advantages in him, and knows what is in him.
Pan Zhuqing's shortcomings - arrogance, greed for petty gains, bad temper... he can tolerate all of these. But there is one thing, which is that he is always smart, which gives Pan Zhuqing the biggest headache.
It's just that Pan Zhuqing is a mature man. He knows very well that at Xue Jiu's age, it is extremely difficult to get rid of his problems. So instead of trying to reform him, it is better not to let him participate in big things.
Come in. Unexpectedly, Xiao Juan messed up even such a trivial matter, which really makes people unable to stay angry.
Xue Jiu also knew that he was indeed confused. "Master, please don't be angry. I just saw that you were too tired yesterday... and I have already sent people to look for him overnight..." Poor Master Jiu had two dark circles under his eyes.
, it looked like he had been up all night.
Pan Zhuqing knew that no matter how angry he was at this moment, it would not help. He suppressed his anger and walked to the table and sat down: "How did you escape?" He only wanted to know now whether Xue Jiu's escape had anything to do with Zhao Changyuan.
When asked this question, Xue Jiu lowered his head and spoke even less confidently: "No... I don't know... When I went in last night, all the guards were dead."
He waited for a storm of scolding coming from above his head. But after waiting for a long time, he only waited for Pan Zhuqing's angrily mocking voice: "Xue Jiu, as for the group of people you raised, what else can I expect them to do in the future?"
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"Subordinates deserve to die!"
Both the master and the servant were silent for a moment. In the whole bedroom, the only sound was Pan Zhuqing's breathing. Xue Jiu didn't even dare to breathe, and only dared to occasionally raise his eyelids to glance at Pan Zhuqing, who was deep in thought.
Finally, Pan Zhuqing suddenly stood up, and while putting on his clothes, he ordered him word for word: "Let's do this. In the name of catching murderers, you conduct a martial law search in the city, and then send people to guard the military camp and the post house at all times. This way
Even if he runs away, he can't come back."
Xue Jiuru received the imperial edict: "I obey the order! Do it immediately!" If it was because of himself that Pan Zhuqing's carefully planned situation was ruined, then he would not be able to die ten thousand times.
"If you mess up again this time, you know the consequences." As he spoke, Pan Zhuqing was fully dressed and tied up his hair with a green hairpin. When he pushed the door and walked out, there was no trace of the anxiety and anger on his face just now.
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"My subordinates know..."
Pan Zhuqing was destined to be very busy today. But the first trip he arranged was to meet his brother Pan Jingyuan.
The carriage drove outside the military camp and happened to encounter the evil young man riding on horseback. Pan Zhuqing did not waste any time and immediately called the evil young man into the carriage and dismissed all the guards.
I had never seen him be so cautious, and I probably guessed his purpose. But I couldn't tell him personally, so I sat across from him with a half-smiling smile, waiting for him to speak.
Pan Zhuqing was also very straightforward, without any oblique nonsense: "That Fang Zhiwen, you can send him away."
The evil young man curled his lips and smiled, as expected. "Why?"
Seeing his disapproving look, Pan Zhuqing felt a little annoyed: "Didn't Yin Liang's incident yesterday teach you enough? If you protect Zhao Changyuan, it will only make him act more aggressively."
As soon as he said this, the evil young man leaned back, his playful smile even more serious: "Brother even knows this, it's really a clever plan." Pan Zhuqing is used to placing spies everywhere, how could Pan Jingyuan not know?
"Do we need to talk like this between you and me?" Pan Zhuqing became more and more dissatisfied with his attitude. He also knew his brother, but whenever he acted carelessly, it meant that the matter was not negotiable to him.
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The evil young man suppressed his smile, sat up straight and said seriously: "Okay. Let me say this seriously, I can't fulfill your brother's request."
"Can't do it?" Pan Zhuqing repeated with raised eyebrows.
The bad boy still said seriously: "Because I know my eldest brother, I know very well that if I send Fang Zhiwen away, my eldest brother will tell the emperor about Zhao Changyuan's departure from the army."
Pan Zhuqing narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Why don't you understand? It would be fine if he just left the army privately. Now he may be involved in the murders and arson cases yesterday, and you are covering up and condoning him!"
"What evidence is there now to prove that he is the murderer?" The evil young man retorted with his head tilted. "Also, brother, have you forgotten that you let him go on purpose? What does it mean to let the tiger go back to the mountain? Brother, after reading so many books, will he not understand it?
Right? If he really kills someone, both of us brothers will be accomplices, no one can bury the other."
These two brothers have not been simple since they were young. The eldest brother is sharp-tongued and always has a lot of truths. The second brother is sharp-tongued and smooth-tongued. In short, Master Pan is often so angry with them that his head is smoking. But they rarely argue with each other.
times, such as here and now...
Pan Zhuqing was so choked that he couldn't pick up the conversation for a while. "In other words, you are determined to protect him?"
The evil young man picked out his ears and said casually: "Jingyuan also knows the position of the elder brother, and I don't want to embarrass you. If the elder brother really wants to take action on him, Jingyuan will personally accept the crime of shielding criminals and deceiving the emperor from the emperor."
These words made Pan Zhuqing feel very hurt. Obviously, Pan Jingyuan did not intend to stand on his side when he was in opposition to Zhao Changyuan. "Why? How could he, Zhao Changyuan, be so virtuous that he let you risk the death penalty of beheading?"
Do you want to save him? Haven't you ever thought about the consequences?" From a small perspective, Pan Jingyuan was only guilty of deceiving the emperor, and at most he would be guillotined. But from a more serious perspective, Zhao Changyuan is now trapped in an enemy country, and Pan Zhuqing was originally
You can take this opportunity to label him as a collaborator and treason, but being interfered with by the evil young man is equivalent to forcibly tying the Pan family to him, Zhao Changyuan. Not only does he, Pan Zhuqing, have nowhere to kill him, he also has to help them.
Hiding it. Otherwise, if Wei Tingyue and his ilk are given the opportunity, they will drag the Pan and Zhao families into hell together.
He always remembers the promise he made to Zhao Changyuan on the day he and Du Ruotong got married after escaping death: "My little life was saved for me by the general. This life was saved for me by the general."
I, Pan Jingyuan, will never forget your kindness. From now on, on the battlefield, I will be the general’s bronze armor and iron wall, and no one will hurt you at all.”
Pan Zhuqing stopped arguing with him and opened the carriage door curtain with a calm face, indicating to him that the conversation was over.
Before he got up and got out of the car, he hesitated for a moment, and then added: "You'd better not put your mind on Fang Zhiwen. It was my idea to involve him. He Yong knew it, and Yang Jinyi also knew it. If anything goes wrong with Fang Zhiwen,
These people will be the witnesses who will push your brother to the guillotine in the future."
Pan Zhuqing smiled disapprovingly: "Since you insist on doing this, I have nothing to say. I hope you will not regret your current behavior in the future."
The evil young man said nothing more and walked out of the carriage in silence. But in his heart, he could not calm down because of the endless twists and turns. "Running for the sake of the tiger..." He murmured to himself, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Yesterday, when he saw Yin Liang return seriously injured, and when he woke up and grabbed his sleeve and said that the perpetrator was Zhao Changyuan, he was not shaken. It was not that he never thought that Zhao Changyuan today is different from the past. He was not
Unexpectedly, his support for Zhao Changyuan at this moment was actually the most powerful connivance to the man behind the scenes who controlled Zhao Changyuan.
He didn't want to be an ungrateful person, but he didn't want to see more people injured or even killed because of his own selfishness.
Thinking about these entanglements and contradictions about morality and emotions, he couldn't sleep until midnight last night. He simply rolled out of bed, poured himself into a glass of wine while wearing a single coat. The strong wine poured into his heart, but it didn't do anything.
Extinguish endless worries. If he was the one who went to the desert in the first place, if he was the one being manipulated now... "What will you do to me, big white goose?" he asked himself in his heart.
Du Ruotong fell asleep and woke up again, and saw her husband still sitting at the table, holding a wine glass and staring at the candle in a daze. "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
"You go to bed first, I'll go out and get some fresh air." He knew that he probably lit the candle and dazzled Du Ruotong's eyes, so he consciously blew out the candle and walked out.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, this should have been a happy day. Gong Yueyue woke up, and the enemy troops suppressed their arrogance for the time being. In a few months, there will be two more babies crying in this house... Not to mention Zhao Changyuan
This person involved, even if he is a bystander like him, he should be happy for them from the bottom of his heart. But now... the lady is crying alone in the house, and the ironware in the corridor is guarding her heart and soul.
The evil young man, who was always optimistic, was rarely so sentimental and had thousands of knots in his heart. He walked around the entire post house twice.
Suddenly, the slight sound of clothing slapping against the branches caught his eardrums. He turned his head inadvertently, and scattered fallen leaves were scattered in front of his eyes... (To be continued)