Linglong pretended to be calm and waited at the gate of Jinghong Hall, but she was extremely anxious inside.
She put her hands in front of her abdomen and clasped them tightly, trying her best to control her increasingly nervous and anxious emotions.
Linglong felt more and more unsure, even though she and the palace maid who arranged to invite people all checked it out, what excuses to use, and how to deal with questions and cross-examinations.
But Linglong is still worried because this palace maid has a weak will and a weak brain.
When you meet someone who can control her aura as freely as Wu Meiren, if you are slightly intimidated, your nervousness will easily show up.
It's been a while since I left, and I haven't seen anyone come back yet. Why don't you invite me?
Linglong told the palace maid that no matter whether she succeeds or not, she must find a place to burn the Zhuangning Palace costumes.
She could only pray that she was not stupid, and that even if she failed to hire a martial artist, she could still deal with the costume according to the method she said.
Linglong secretly rejoiced that she sent one more person.
Judging from Wu Meiren's previous experience of trying to frame her for stealing the bracelet, but finally letting her go, Wu Meiren is a kind woman and has good intentions, so the person sent later must be safe.
Linglong kept looking for reasons to comfort herself, and broke into cold sweats all over her back.
A busy market entrance in the capital is very lively at the moment, but it is not as lively as the people are bustling with people.
Almost all the people hid in the shops on both sides, closing the doors and listening to the sounds of sword fights outside.
Just listen to the shouting from outside: "Don't let anyone go, capture them all alive!"
"No, I fell into a trap..."
"Bang!"
There was another explosion, and the people were trembling with fear. Then they heard the neighing of horses, and something was rampaging outside.
A hoarse voice rang through the street: "Stop that carriage!"
Yan Ming led his men to catch up, and someone went to lead the horse that had been hidden in advance.
A subordinate came anxiously: "Sir, there are five carriages running in all directions. Which one are you chasing?"
"Five cars?" Yan Ming's heart sank and he slowly stopped.
"Yes, each one is exactly the same, you can't tell which one is which."
Yan Ming cursed fiercely. Yang Zhixu was indeed as cunning as a fox. No wonder he had done such a big thing and was not discovered until this year.
But they are not vegetarians, they have already made arrangements!
He looked in all directions and asked: "Is there anyone going in the direction of Wufu?"
The subordinates affirmed: "Yes!"
Yan Ming immediately ordered seven or eight people, got on his horse, and followed him towards the direction of Wu Mansion.
The rest of the troops divided into four groups to chase the other carriages, using the sound of arrows as a signal. If any group found the guilty minister, they would directly fire arrows, and the others would rush over.
The remaining person went to find the people from the Ministry of Punishment and notified each city gate to intercept him and not let him leave the city.
On the palace road.
Lihua looked expressionlessly at Xiaochan who was holding her legs and pleading.
She coldly refused: "It is your master who wants your life, not me. Please go back and beg your master to let you go, instead of blocking my way here."
If it weren't for Xiaochan, she would still have a chance to chase the palace maid.
At present, I am completely unable to catch up due to this delay.
Xiaochan burst into tears, feeling pitiful and helpless: "Master Wu, Master, you have seen how she treats slaves before. Please take pity on me, please go with me. Just go there."
You are not in trouble, but you can save this slave's life..."
Lihua sneered, "Is it okay? How could it be okay?
His eyes were cold, his breath was a little faster than usual, and he said coldly: "There are palace rules that prohibit killing slaves at will. You should have learned it with Zhichun at the Chief of Ceremonies. Wu Meiren doesn't dare, you can go back.
, I will not go to Jinghong Hall."
Xiaochan raised her head blankly, her eyes red: "There are clouds, aren't they in the sky? Master Wu, slave, I have learned the palace rules, but I don't understand. I can only sweep and cook."
Lihua was speechless. No wonder Linglong was able to rise to the top so easily. She was closely related to Xiaochan.
Now that you have entered the palace, you should work hard to stand up, rather than relying on others.
Xiaochan cried again: "I beg you, slave, this time is different. If you don't go, master will definitely beat me to death, I will definitely..."
She remembered something and quickly raised her sleeves: "Look at my hands and body. These scars were all made by the master outside the palace and inside the palace..."
Lihua glanced at Xiaochan, who was as young as a teenager. The old and new injuries on her arms hidden under her sleeves were intertwined.
Wu Fang'er actually treated her maid so harshly!
Lihua felt angry and powerless.
She averted her eyes and stopped looking, fearing that she wouldn't be able to bear it.
Xiaochan belongs to Wu Fanger, she can't interfere in the affairs of Jinghong Hall, otherwise everything in the future will be blamed on her.
Lihua feels sorry for Xiaochan's situation, but she can't go to Jinghong Hall.
She knew clearly that there was a big conspiracy ahead, but because she couldn't bear it for a moment, she put herself into a disadvantageous situation, which actually harmed herself and her own people. Who would pity her then?
She would not do such a thing, nor would she bear the guilt of causing Xiaochan to go back and be punished.
All these sins should be placed on the head of the person who allowed Xiao Chan to take advantage of her compassion. Why should she bear the responsibility?
There is no reason why good people feel guilty and bad people feel at ease.
When Xiaochan let go of her, Lihua turned around and left.
Xiaochan panicked and got up and chased after her. She stumbled to the front of Lihua and knelt down, kowtowing and crying: "Master Wu, please go there, just to the door. I will be grateful to you as a slave."
Kindness. If you don’t go, I will die in front of you..."
It seems that I have made up my mind.
Lihua sneered, her eyes full of coldness: "Pretending to die? Hey, you try, I'm here to watch!"
Xiaochan was immediately at a loss. Seeing that Lihua was still unmoved, she didn't know what else to do.
She cried and said: "I'm sorry, Master Wu, I don't want this to happen to you. You and Sister Zhichun are the only people in the palace who treat me well. Please help me this time. I will repay you by doing anything in my next life."<
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While talking, he kowtows.
There was a fire burning in Lihua's heart: "Thank you for my kindness? Repay me? Is this how you repay me?"
It’s a pity that she is never a soft persimmon.
She pressed her voice and said word by word: "Your master wants to deal with me. I don't believe that you have no sense at all, yet you come to beg me and inflict your own pity on me. I pity you, have you ever pity me?!"
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After finishing speaking, he walked around Xiaochan, never looked back, and strode forward.
Xiao Chan stopped kowtowing and looked stunned, still muttering: "I make cows and horses, cows and horses, cows and horses..."
Lihua was in a bad mood and walked forward, when she saw someone.
Her eyes were sharp and sharp: "Cousin, long time no see, how long have you been hiding here and watching?"
Zhou Yuzhen's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look directly: "I, I just came..."
Lihua glanced at her and the maid, her expression dark and unclear: "It's best. I have something else to do, so I won't talk to my cousin."
After the people left, Zhou Yuzhen relaxed. She found that her cousin was getting more and more scary. Her eyes seemed to be murderous, but they also penetrated people's hearts and made them panic.
The girl next to her reminded her that she should leave, otherwise the empress of the main palace would be unhappy.
Zhou Yuzhen glanced at Xiaochan who was still kneeling in the distance, and walked away thoughtfully.