Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Now that the people heard Feng Lan's name, they couldn't hide the fear and horror in their eyes.

In the court room, the atmosphere was extremely depressing and heavy, making people breathless.

A minister has just finished reporting.

Something happened recently. Last night, an important official of the imperial court, Hong Tingwei, was killed in a very tragic manner. The murderer has not been found yet.

Hong Tingwei is the minister in charge of law and presiding over important cases.

Feng Lan leaned back on the chair, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes, and sneered, "Who else could have done this? Hong Aiqing just tried a case a few days ago and sentenced a mob from Jiadu County to death. , Zhao Yu must be dissatisfied..."

A group of refugees from Jiadu County came into the capital.

There was a conflict between the refugees and the people, resulting in several people being seriously injured. One of the people was a young lady from a courtier's family, so the matter was rated as a serious case and was personally tried by Hong Tingwei.

Eventually the refugees were executed.

It no longer matters what the truth of the matter is.

As for that Zhao Yu, he was the leader of the rebel army.

This man was very capable. He traveled across mountains and rivers from Jiadu County to the capital, expanding his troops and killing many officials along the way.

Feng Lan calls her a traitor.

But Zhao Yu is a hero and the embodiment of justice in the hearts of the people.

On the contrary, Feng Lan, who was causing chaos and killing, was considered by the people to be a tyrant and the culprit who made their lives miserable.

Feng Lan stood up, with a chilling aura of violence in his body, "Send the order and kill Zhao Yu at all costs!"

All the ministers looked at each other in silence.

This wasn't the first time Feng Lan sent people to deal with Zhao Yu, but he never succeeded.

Instead, because of her actions, Zhao Yu's team grew larger and larger.

The ministers believed that recruitment was the best strategy.

But now, they don't dare to persuade Feng Lan. The last historian who tried to persuade Feng Lan died in the Jinluan Palace. The blood on the pillars has not been cleaned up yet.

After the morning court, all the ministers came out of Jinluan Hall.

The sky outside was gloomy, which seemed to be an oracle from heaven, and also represented their gloomy mood.

Everything happened too fast. In the past, when Xingyue officials governed the Qingming Festival, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and everything was prosperous, but now people are in ruins and there are complaints.

They now have every reason to believe that the regent had worked hard behind the scenes for all the achievements they had made in the past.

If Feng Lan really had that kind of wisdom and character, he wouldn't be able to do such cruel things now.

They now miss the time when the Regent was still around.

I don’t know when the war will stop.

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barracks.

Mu Qing was wearing a soft black tunic and leaning on the soft couch, holding several letters in her hand.

It's all news coming from the capital.

Although she was far away in the military camp, she did not miss a single move in the capital.

Mie Shi: [This Feng Lan's luck value has returned to zero, so wouldn't it be easy for Zhao Yu to kill that idiot? 】

After speaking, it fell silent for a moment.

When did it talk about being stupid?

It's really close to ink.

Mu Qing smiled slightly, "How could I let her die in the hands of others?"

On the other side, a pair of black armor hung on the shelf, dripping with blood, as if it had been fished out of a sea of ​​blood.

The housekeeper wiped off the blood on it and said, "Your Majesty, now that the Rongguo Army has withdrawn from the border, with the prince's clever plan, the people below will naturally beat them to pieces. The prince does not have to go out in person. How dangerous is this..."

Mu Qing's slender legs were bent, holding the letter in one hand and resting one hand on her knee. There was a knife mark deep in the bone on the palm of her hand, which had been smeared with medicine but not bandaged.

"Quick fight."

Late at night, the cold wind howled outside, and the wind was as sharp as a cold knife, stinging my face.

Mu Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered the hand holding the letter. A dull and flat system sound came in his mind.

[Random mission: Rescue Shen Xiangju and help him out of danger. You can get instant rewards after completing the mission. 】

At this time, the curtain of the tent was opened.

The soldier's face was red from the cold, "General, there is someone outside and wants to see you."

The steward was confused: "Who is it?"

"Said he is the general's master."

housekeeper:? ? ?

At this moment, Mu Qing had already dropped the letter, stood up and walked out, "Take me there."

The housekeeper quickly followed.

When the soldiers brought Mu Qing to the place, there were many people surrounding them, holding torches in their hands, and the flames swayed violently in the wind.

"The general is here," the soldier reminded.

The others quickly separated to make way, looking at Mu Qing with eyes filled with admiration and awe.

After they separated, the boy who fell on the ground was exposed to Mu Qing's sight.

He was wearing thin and tattered clothes, his face was blue from the cold, and his beautiful lips showed a pale sick air.

The soldier didn't know if this was the general's master, but it must be related. He said cautiously: "We didn't do anything to him. We asked him to wait here. He fainted on his own..."

"You don't have to worry about it." Mu Qing walked over, hugged Shen Xiangju horizontally, and turned towards his tent.

The soldiers gathered around and watched her leave.

"Is it possible that this person is really the general's master?"

"It seems so. The general doesn't like to be in contact with others on weekdays. He is relatively clean, but he is willing to hug him personally. The relationship is definitely not simple..."

"Then what about this person?"

They turn around.

Only then did I see one lying on the ground.

He was Shen Xiangju's attendant.

Mu Qing didn't see him at all.

"Let's send him to the camp first. He will freeze to death sooner or later if he is left here. Then we will send someone to ask the prince how to place him."

"Row."

Mu Qing hugged Shen Xiangju, and the hand holding his waist grabbed his slender wrist, placed her fingertips on the pulse, and let go after three seconds. She reported a list of names of medicinal materials to the housekeeper behind her and asked her to go. Prepare.

Butler: "I'll go right away."

When I arrived at the tent, I was immediately enveloped in warmth.

Shen Xiangju opened his eyes drowsily. The picture in front of him was shaking. He seemed to see Mu Qing.

Mu Qing put him on the bed, and just as he was about to stand up straight, he felt a weak pull on his sleeves.

Mu Qing looked at Shen Xiangju calmly.

Shen Xiangju half-opened his eyes, weak and confused, "Is this a dream?"

Mu Qing looked at him without saying anything.

Shen Xiangju was confused and in a trance, thinking that he was really dreaming. During this period of time on the road, he would dream of her every time he fell asleep.

It’s just that this dream seemed extra real.

Shen Xiangju looked at Mu Qing's soft and caring face under the candlelight and said softly, "I sent you a letter to Jiadu County, but you didn't receive it."

Of course I didn't receive it, and Mu Qing didn't stay in Jiadu County.

Mu Qing took out a syringe. The tip of the needle glowed coldly under the candlelight. Inside was half a tube of transparent potion.

Shen Xiangju was still saying: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it. When I see you, I will tell you personally. I want to say that we will get married when you return to Beijing."

Mu Qing inserted a needle into the blood vessel of his wrist and looked at him calmly.

hiss……

Shen Xiangju frowned slightly, it actually hurt?