MTL - Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead-Chapter 44 Back to the palace (2)

Qi Junwei handled the fake emperor and sneaked into the Qing Palace from the secret road. He saw Zhou Wudi’s shoulders and his brow jumped.

"What are you doing in the emperor?" How do you end up self-mutilation? He walked quickly and picked up a roll of cloth on the table and a bottle of wound medicine to re-enforce him.

"Is the mulberry safely back to the palace?" Zhou Wudi picked up a cloth towel on the side of the couch and slowly wiped the blood on his hand.

"Chen will be escorted back to the tourmaline palace. The maiden's brain is not ordinary cleverness. It has been guessed that this assassination may be a play." Yan Junwei sighed. Dean’s vision is too transparent, and it’s a waste to cast a daughter.

Zhou Wudi smiled softly and the pain on his shoulders eased a lot. When the wound was bandaged, he got up and put on a big shackle, opened the organ in the hall, and walked into a secret room with Yan Junwei.

In the secret room, Changxi was **** in a chair by a large flower, and a cloth was put in his mouth. When he saw the dragons and tigers stepping forward, Zhou Wudi, his eyes were first, and he was angry with the dark eyes of the abyss. The expression turned into horror, followed by despair and screaming.

"Can you still recognize it?" Zhou Wudi, the Malaysian Golden Knife, sat opposite him, his hand on the case, and the slender index finger tapped the table with rhythm.

Chang Xi’s heart was shattered by the knocking sound. His face was pale as paper, and a large drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead. Yan Junwei stepped forward and pulled the cloth in his mouth.

"The emperor, the slaves are fascinated, and ask the emperor to go to the slaves to live a life." Chang Xi trembled for mercy, and the body shook like a sieve.

Zhou Wudi smiled and smiled, leaning on the back of the chair in a leisurely manner. Looking at Chang Xi, he often fell down on the chair and crouched at his feet like a dead dog.

"The emperor, the slaves are forced! The Liangzhu is poisoned to the slaves, and the slaves are forced to do so! The slaves know that Liangzhu and Shen Taishi have a lot of secrets. The minions all tell the emperor, asking the emperor to see the slaves who have made up for the slaves. Dog life." Chang Xi tears.

"Rain your dog's life?" Zhou Wudi's mouthful of chewing words, like what I thought of, laughed low, but this laughter is not pleasant at all, only the coldness of the bones, so often often shakes more powerful.

"Talk, what do you know?" After a while, he smiled and tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Liangzhu has poisoned all the emperors, ensuring that they will not survive to adulthood and will not harm her children. She will also give all the nephews who have been slumbered, so that they can no longer have children. Yes, the eighteen-nine of the dry palaces are her, and the eye lines of other palaces are countless..." Changxi bamboo tube is usually confessed, for fear that if it is slow, it will be given.

It poisoned all the emperors and the elders. This was what Zhou Wudi had expected for a long time, and there was not much ups and downs in his mood. He blinked a little, and when he said that he was on the idea, he blinked at him. "Do you know these eyeliners and nails?"

"More than 80% of the slaves know that the rest are only Liangzhu and the big palace women around her." Chang Xi nodded quickly, and the face of despair rose a little hope.

"Write the list down." Zhou Wudi waved, and the dark guard on the side untied the rope that tied the Changxi and handed him a set of paper and pencil. Chang Xi trembled and took it, squatting on the ground and writing it.

Zhou Wudi had a single hand, his face was expressionless, his eyes were empty, and he did not know what he was thinking. Chang Xi has not finished writing, a dark guard knocked in the door and handed a piece of paper to him. This is the content of the captured confession of the late Qing dynasty, similar to Chang Xi’s confession, with a few dense lists.

Zhou Wudi carefully read the list and handed it to Jun Junwei next to him. Yu Jun’s great number counted, and his heart was secretly screaming. Or God does not know how to change it back, otherwise it will kill the palace, sit firmly in the throne, lurking so many nails around, really do not even dare to blink. In the palace, the situation on the court is certainly not optimistic.

After half an hour, Chang Xi finally finished writing, handing a piece of paper to the dark guard, and the dark guard was presented to Zhou Wudi. Zhou Wudi took over and compared it with the list of the late Qing Dynasty.

Chang Xi’s war, "Emperor..."

"Post the official." Zhou Wudi waved his hand, the tone was very light. Chang Xi heard this and suddenly went soft, and the throat head stalked an iron ball, and no sound could be heard.

Concealed, he pulled him up and tied it to the chair, soaked it with the remaining paper and attached it to his face one by one. He also violently squatted at first, violently struggling, and the five or six sheets of paper went down slowly and eventually disappeared.

Zhou Wudi did not even look over his eyes. He only frowned and read the two lists carefully, and then handed them to Qi Junwei, Shen Shen, "First put the Qing Palace, Tourmaline Palace, Cining Palace, Tai Hospital, Department of Internal Affairs. The nails were pulled out, and the other palaces were slowly processed later."

Yan Junwei promised to review the list and sighed, "In just a few months, the hospital and the Ministry of Internal Affairs were forced to break into the hands of Liangzhu. It’s a good means! But it’s still not like the German goddess, the tourmaline has only nails. Three or two, and they are all rough servants. They are the daughters of Meng Guogong. The means of treatment are extraordinary!"

Zhou Wudi raised his eyebrows and smiled. His strong suffocation dissipated invisibly in an instant.

When it comes to Deyi Niangniang, it is a clear sky, it seems that in the future, there must be no more than a set of Meng Yanzhou! Yan Junwei collected the list and thought about it.

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door was heard from the outside of the room, and the dark guard at the door opened the organ. It was a very short-lived Changxi forehand to take the Buddha dust and stand up. His screaming opening, the voice is the same as the true Changxi. "The emperor, Liangzhu, with the main palace sons in the dry palace to ask for help, the Queen Mother has been stopped."

Let the fake emperor and the Queen Mother get in close contact, Shen Huiru can not let go of anyway, hurriedly poured a bowl of miscarriage medicine with us to come over "consolation."

"Dream can come?" Zhou Wudi suddenly got up, and because of the action too fast, he brought down the carved chair behind him. A loud noise made him stunned, but he himself did not feel it.

"Back to the emperor, the scorpions of the provincial pros are coming back, and they are squatting outside the temple." I often like to whisper in a whisper, and the faction is the same as the real eunuch.

"Come out, tell the Queen Mother, let them come in, lest Shen Huiru be suspicious." Zhou Wudi quickly smashed the big cockroach and lay down on the dragon bed. He took care of the clothes and asked the unruly 阎俊伟, "What does it look like?"

"Although my face is a little pale, I am as handsome as ever." Jun Junwei was so nervous that he was returning.

Zhou Wudi's face was dark and black. He raised his hand and retired him. Then he fell to the bed and his eyes fixed on the door of the dormitory. The lying position seemed to be casual, but it was stiff. However, he did not see mulberry in a few days, but he felt that it was so long in his life, every minute and every second was suffering.

Outside the Qing Palace, the Queen Mother heard the news and screamed at Shen Huiru. "Where is this good? The emperor is seriously injured. Just sleeping, you will bring so many people to come and disturb. Are you so concerned about the emperor?"

"The courtiers didn't dare, but they couldn't see the emperor's innocence. The courtiers couldn't be assured. They begged the queen to let people in to inform them. If the emperor promised, the courtiers would take a look and leave. If the emperor did not agree, the courtiers would leave immediately." Shen Huiru hangs a tear in the corner of her eye, one hand to support the waist, one hand over the belly that has not yet been raised, and it is really distressing to look at it.

Meng Sangyu was by her side, and looked at the Queen without any traces. But the Empress Dowager has always been like this, either harsh or faceless, and there is really no clue.

"You still have a dragon in your body, you can't be willful. Get up soon. When the emperor wakes up, he will naturally summon you." The Queen's eyes turned two rounds on Shen Huiru's stomach, and the tone immediately calmed down, waving to Cixi. Let her hurry up and help.

Seeing the soft eyes of the Queen Mother, Shen Huiru’s heart was set in a big position, and the homestead stood up. A lot of blind people were still lying on the ground. The Queen Mother did not call, who would dare to move? Many people have already cast a knife-like sight on Shen Huiru's stomach.

Meng Sangqi is not as foolish as her. The eyes of the Queen are soft, but at the same time, the muscles on the face are stretched tightly, and the pattern of the corners of the mouth is looming. This is the facial expression of the old man who has a strong anger. It seems that the Queen Mother should know the truth, and the emperor Jiucheng inside is really Zhou Wudi.

Thinking of this, Meng Sangzhen has a little peace of mind.

At this moment, Chang Xi hurried out of the temple and took the Buddha's dust in his hand and said, "The Queen Mother, the ladies, the emperor invites you to go in."

"Is the emperor awake?" the Queen Mother asked quietly.

"Yes." Chang Xi reached out and made an invitation.

"Then go in, don't stay too long." The Queen was frowning and led a group of squats.

In addition to the Empress Dowager, the crowds bowed down to the Emperor Zhou Wu on the dragon couch.

"Get up." Zhou Wudi quietly opened his mouth and glanced at the faces of the crowds and decided to look at Shen Huiru. God knows that he has exhausted all his self-control to control himself not to stick his eyes on the face of Mulberry. When he noticed that the mulberry had a lot of attention, he secretly made a fist and his heartbeat was a little short.

"The emperor, how do you feel now?" Shen Huiru went to the couch and sat down, holding his hand.

The rush of heartbeat stopped, Zhou Wudi smacked his lips, and backhand patted her white back, softly, "What is wrong, how is love? Can you hurt your child? Your brother’s business has already been known, and will be sent Bring the murderer to justice! Love you, think more!"

"The courtiers and the children have nothing to do, the emperor..." Shen Huiru brows a sigh, tears dripping down the drops, it is really a pear with rain, beautiful.

Zhou Wudi was dark and dark, and she circled her arms and patted her, and did not dare to look in the direction of Mulberry.

"Okay, don't cry, be careful and hurt your child too much. If the emperor is seriously injured, don't bother him." The Queen Mother spoke in time to save Zhou Wudi from the fire.

Shen Huiru reached the goal and quickly retaliated with the crowd. Meng Sang looked at Zhou Wudi without a trace before leaving, and his lips twitched slightly. The acting is good, but it’s better to not look so deep and unpredictable.

Zhou Wudi bowed his head and closed his eyes before he let himself look back.

When everyone is about to go to the door, the Queen Mother seems to think of something, and he sighs. "Der's will be responsible for the emperor's illness tomorrow, and come over early, don't miss the hour."

Meng Sang stunned, and immediately bowed his knees, and retired in a sight of hatred.

Tomorrow? There are still seven hours! Zhou Wudi frowned and estimated that he was absent-minded and sent away the Queen Mother. After a long while, he spread his palm and looked at Shen Huiru’s paper, which was quietly stuffed with him, and his eyes turned cold.