These words made Tong Xian's temper completely tense. This was not an attack, but it was more terrifying than an attack. It was a kind of naked disregard, contempt and contempt. "Please give me a message to Pan Zhuqing, don't be too cruel!"
Back at the house, Xue Jiu passed Tong Xian's words to Pan Zhuqing exactly. The latter just smiled contemptuously and did not comment. In his eyes, Tong Xian has always been a clown. Pan Zhuqing has despised him as long as he can remember, especially
It was one day when he was ten years old. Pan Yu was not yet a grand master at that time. Tong Xian thought that Pan Zhuqing was young and ignorant, so he secretly touched his face when others were not paying attention. Pan Zhuqing was beautiful when he was a child.
Boys are naturally teased and loved by their elders. But he definitely knows how to distinguish which kind of touch is the care of the elders, and which kind is an extremely uncomfortable offense. Tongxian is the latter. After many years, Tongxian
Xian himself had forgotten it, but the ten-year-old boy at that time kept it firmly in his mind. Speaking of the shadow in his heart, Pan Zhuqing's inner strength and tenacity could not contain such an inconspicuous shadow. But he was very fond of it.
Tong Qian's contempt really comes from the bottom of his heart, and is difficult to change.
Seeing Pan Zhuqing's happy expression, Xue Jiu couldn't help but ask him: "Young Master, when do you plan to interrogate him?" Those jailers were about to drug him and render him mute!
Pan Zhuqing still looked at the book in his hand and said calmly: "No rush, it's a waste of time to interrogate him now. Let's use up his temper first."
Xue Jiu understood that Pan Zhuqing always did things in a very orderly manner, so he said no more and wanted to leave quietly.
But when he was about to step out of the study, Pan Zhuqing suddenly asked: "Is there anything going on with Zhao Changyuan?" Zhao Changyuan's status in Pan Zhuqing's heart was really not the same as that of Tong Xian. Although on the surface, it seemed that he was the one who
He had won the chess, but Zhao Changyuan was now hiding under the wings of the Desert Ming Cult, making it difficult for him to touch him at all, and even unable to detect any movement. However, his own brother had to protect Zhao Changyuan to the death, making it impossible for him to learn from Fang Zhiwen.
Let's start here... Now whenever he thinks of the name Zhao Changyuan, he feels like a lump in his throat.
Xue Jiu turned around and found that Pan Zhuqing had already closed the page in his hand. He seemed to be very concerned about the current topic. "There seems to be no vision. My subordinates speculated that he might be a member of the Ming Cult when he raided our prison.
Instigated?"
Pan Zhuqing pinched his sore eyebrows and said calmly: "I have said before that any ordinary person will have a motive for doing things. Whether it is him or the Mingjiao, what does it have to do with the person named Qian?
?If you really doubt it, you should investigate further."
Xue Jiu thought for a while, and then said in a smart way: "Do you know that the person named Qian is not the real murderer? So you come here to fight against the injustice?"
Pan Zhuqing couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head and said, "This matter won't be as simple as you think. Zhao Changyuan usually doesn't meddle in other people's business unless he has to. You have known him for so long, and you think he looks like
Does he look like a savior?" If it were his precious brother Dongdu Xia, this matter would be much easier to explain.
Xue Jiu scratched his head, knowing that his lower limit of IQ had been refreshed again. Suddenly he remembered something that puzzled him: "Young master, why don't you start with Lin Mobai? He is not from our side.
?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't even have the slightest bit of friendship with him. The last time I contacted him, it was just to make a deal. Now that we have no leverage, it's just a daydream to provoke him for no reason." Having said that, but
It was rare for Xue Jiu to ask a more valuable question, which made Pan Zhuqing feel a little relieved.
At the same time, Zhao Changyuan, who was obsessed with Pan Zhuqing, the master and servant, also learned the news about Tong Xian being imprisoned in the inn where Xiao Juan stayed. "Really? Got it." He didn't seem surprised, and the corner of his mouth
A faint smile flashed for a moment.
Xiao Jun looked very depressed: "I didn't expect that Pan Zhuqing was investigated together with us. But Xue Jiu was still faster than me after all." This was what he couldn't accept. He had been working hard to investigate Tong Xian these days.
, but Xue Jiu still took the lead.
Zhao Changyuan saw the obvious self-blame and inferiority on his face, walked from the window to sit across from him, and then said with a sincere attitude: "This doesn't mean anything. He has so many minions working for him, but you are alone.
It's not easy to do so many things for me while avoiding their plot." He knew very well that in his current situation, he couldn't give Xiao Juan any explanation or guarantee. The other party could just hide his name and find a place to live.
But he still sticks to the border of the desert, informs himself, and goes in and out of Cangzhou City, which is full of traps... It's not because Zhao Changyuan has such a charming personality, but because Xiao Jun is really fiercely loyal.
Xiao Heitan's face, which was not fair to begin with, had an extra layer of dark red: "It's Xiao Jun's fortune to be able to follow Brother Gong and share your worries."
Zhao Changyuan told him seriously: "It is too early to say whether it is a blessing or a disaster. I am now a clay Buddha crossing the river, and I cannot save myself. If I cannot get out of this desert in the end, you will return to the Central Plains by yourself. With your ability,
I will definitely be able to live a good life.”
Xiao Jun is really not very smart. Zhao Changyuan's pertinent "Speak first" was interpreted by him as disappointment with the future situation and lack of confidence in himself. "Brother Gong, don't say that, I believe you, whether it's Pan Zhuqing or not."
It’s still the Ming Cult, no one is better than you.”
Zhao Changyuan knew that he had misinterpreted his meaning, but he felt that there was no need to defend himself. "Actually, Pan Zhuqing is better than me. In terms of strategy and cruelty, I am not as good as him. But he has a fatal weakness. If I want to bring him down, I will
We can only take the wrong approach." Having said this, he smiled faintly, stood up and returned to the window.
The word "endurance" has a knife on it. Pan Zhuqing is a very patient person. He has such great ambitions in his heart, but he has endured it for so long and kept a low profile for so long. On the contrary, Zhao Changyuan himself has never lacked this kind of
The awareness and determination to push himself into a corner and swallow his anger. From now on, this is exactly what he must do.
Pan Zhuqing looked at him with interest and asked, "Did you think of anything?"
"I only think of one sentence. If you want to accuse someone, there is no need to hesitate."
A smile appeared on Pan Zhuqing's cold face. "I thought Master Tong would be different from others, at least think of some new tricks. Everyone I have interviewed has said what you just said." However, every time
No one could escape his punishment in the end.
Tong Xian did not answer his words, but raised his head and looked back at him coldly, his face pale and ferocious. "Humph, I remembered an incident from the past. Maybe it was because of that incident that you held a grudge and wanted to
Are you going to kill me?"
Pan Zhuqing raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "I wonder what Master Tong is referring to?"
"How old were you? I thought you were cute, so..." It turned out that Tong Xian had learned from the pain these days and recalled all the past encounters between him and Pan Zhuqing. Finally, in the corner of the corner, he found out when Pan Zhuqing was ten years old.
That seemingly inconspicuous past event. When Tong Xian recalled this incident, he broke into a cold sweat. At that time, Pan Yu's official position was still relatively low, so how could he have thought that he would offend a Buddha in a moment of being so hesitant and mean-spirited.
Before he could finish speaking, Pan Zhuqing interrupted him impatiently: "Stop it. If I really wanted to do this to you, would you still be alive today?" What he said was true.
To be honest, although he, Pan Zhuqing, is ruthless and scheming, he is not a glass-hearted person, nor is he a person who will retaliate for his anger.
Tong Xian finally lost his composure and shouted, "Then what grudge do I have against you? You should explain it clearly to me!"
He looked calm and said calmly: "I have no grudge against you."
Tong Xian wanted to scratch his paw through the cell door to vent her anger: "Then why did you hurt me?"
He still had a calm look, as if he was not interrogating the prisoner, but chatting with his friends: "Am I harming you? Master Tong, I am the imperial official, the emperor's censor Zhongcheng, and my duty is to bring the prisoner to justice."
If you are brought to justice, how can I harm you?"
Tong Xian is not as well-mannered as him, and his broken voice is about to collapse the cell. "But I am not a prisoner! I am the emperor's imperial envoy!"
All the jailers and officials were tortured by the harsh sound and frowned. Only Pan Zhuqing broke the ice and smiled: "Imperial envoy? Haha."
"why are you laughing?"
"Do you know what an imperial envoy is?" He stood up and walked to Tong Xian, crouched down and looked coldly at him at close range. "The imperial envoy represents the will of the Holy Sage and the face of the emperor. And you, Tong Xian, are worthy of it?"
"What did you say..." Tong Xian felt like he was trembling all over. He had been insulted by Yang Jinyi and others before because of his status as an eunuch. But no one had ever dared to despise his status and look down upon his disgraceful status.
The glory that is armed outside. He has always believed that even if he is an eunuch, he is the most noble person in the world.
Pan Zhuqing still looked at him coldly, and his words were colder than his eyes: "You think I'm humiliating you? I don't, I'm telling the truth. If the emperor knew that you did these despicable things in the name of his imperial envoy
, I don’t know how many times I will castrate you. If you are not convinced, just see for yourself." After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it unceremoniously on Tong Xian's face.
Seeing Tong Xian holding the piece of paper in his hand and flipping through it in disbelief, his hands shaking like chaff, Pan Zhuqing stood up and sat back on the chair, helping Tong Xian recall his "love history" one by one to avoid the other party's amnesia.
Trouble again: "Do you still remember these people? Chen Xiaoqi, sixteen years old, lives in Tailang Lane. When I met you, he was selling tofu."
"Yu Shangen, sixteen years old, lives in Xicun. You caught him when he went out to herd cattle." (To be continued)