Help! I just woke up and was stabbed by a big kid

Shi San thought for a while and said, "I understand."

He turned to Gu Yue: "You are back."

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

"It's good that you can use adverbs to modify words," said Gu Yue.

He raised his legs and walked out the door.

Shi San followed.

To be honest, he had already been surprised in his heart. When he first saw this person who looked very similar to Gu Yue in Liuli Town, he almost immediately felt that this person was the long-dead Gu Yue.

Perhaps this is the guidance from God.

Shi San believed that his prayers at the Sky Burial Tree were heard by his deceased parents and ancestors, and it was they who helped the lost soul of Gu Yue and allowed him to find his own existence.

Shi San raised the corner of his mouth rarely.

He was really happy.

The two men rode out of the back door of the Earl's Mansion and headed straight for the imperial concubine's parents' home.

After discussing with Gu Xu for a long time last night, he was able to sort out this complicated family relationship.

There was once a censor who had a wife and a concubine. The censor and his wife gave birth to the empress dowager of the time, and he and his concubine gave birth to a son, who later became a minor historian.

The historian married Mingzhu, the daughter of the Zhongshuling family, and they gave birth to the imperial concubine. The imperial concubine married the historian's sister, the son of the empress dowager, the emperor, and gave birth to Qin Zhaoning.

It's really a close relative marriage! And it's quite close!

Gu Yue now felt a bit of sympathy when he thought of Qin Zhaoning, but such a fool was easy to control, which might be one of the reasons why Wen Qing trusted him.

Qin Zhaoning had moved out of Luoyang after being crowned king, and his original mansion was used for other purposes. Therefore, when he came back this time, he temporarily lived in the imperial concubine's family home, which was the home of this small historian.

The imperial concubine begged the current prince to let him go back to take care of his son, and the fake prince readily agreed.

The Duan family - The Duan family is now in decline. The old censor Duan has been gone for several years, and the rest of his sons are not doing as well as this historian.

The historian Duan Yongye was also a man in his sixties and the imperial concubine's father; the imperial concubine's mother was also almost sixty years old.

The reason why Qin Zhaoning was able to compete with Qin Zhaoyue back then was certainly due to Wen Qing's behind-the-scenes conspiracy on the one hand, but the other was his family background.

Although Duan Yongye was just an insignificant historian, his wife, Qin Zhaoning's grandmother Feng Shuyu, was a minister of the imperial court. Such a large family was about to be able to compete with the Su family.

When we rode to the door of Duan Xiuzhuan's house, we saw a small mansion. In front of the door, there were carriages and horses parked for half a street, and servants were constantly carrying suitcases and luggage into the house.

They had handed in the visiting card yesterday, and when Duan Xiuzhuan saw that it was from the Duke of Dunxin's family, who was now a powerful figure in the capital, he naturally responded without delay. Even though the door was busy at this moment, two of the servants ran over to greet them.

"Are you two guests of the Duke Dunxin's mansion?" the servant asked respectfully.

"That's right, thank you for your trouble." Gu Yueshisan had already dismounted and handed the reins to the servant behind him.

The servant said, "You two are welcome."

He also explained: "It is really because the mansion is too small and it is extremely inconvenient to carry things from the back door, so we have occupied the street. I hope you two adults will forgive me."

"It's okay." Gu Yue waved his hand.

He was too lazy to think about whether this family had any opinions about their Dunxin Marquis' Mansion or not. After all, such a small editor could not affect Gu Xu at all.

Although the Duan family's house is small, it is very elegant. Gu Yue can barely feel some "literati spirit" from it. But...

When I arrived outside the main hall, I heard a quarrel coming from inside the house.

"Who is the boss of the entire capital now? Don't you know it, little brat?"

"I have a close relationship with the Duke Dunxin's family. It's okay." It seemed to be Qin Zhaoning's voice.

"Are you trying to piss your grandfather off to death?!" the old man roared.

"Dad, the Duke of Dunxin's Mansion is not some terrible thing, why are you reacting so strongly!" came a louder female voice.

Fortunately, the servant in front of the courtyard gate had already rushed into the door curtain, and the quarrel inside stopped at once.

An old man opened the curtain and rushed out quickly.

"I didn't know that Young Master Gu had arrived. It was really inappropriate, really inappropriate..." Duan Yongye bowed.

But he quickly shut up, as he vaguely remembered that Gu Xu didn't look like this.

"I'm not Gu Xu, I'm an agent." Gu Yue said with a smile, "Master Editor, you don't have to be polite."

"Oh..." Duan Yongye opened his mouth.

Gu Yue quickly introduced himself: "I am Gu Yue, and this is my bodyguard Shi San."

Later, Qin Zhaoning was grabbed by a woman in luxurious clothes with her ears twisted.

As soon as they reached the door, the imperial concubine loosened her hand and quickly resumed her dignified and elegant demeanor. Seeing this, Gu Yue also stepped forward and said, "This is the imperial concubine, right? Hello, Madam."

He handed it over.

The imperial concubine said, "Master Gu, there is no need to be so polite."

Qin Zhaoning had already seen Gu Yue and was completely stunned.

"You... who are you?!" he shouted, and everyone could hear the hostility in his words.

Duan Yongye's forehead was bulging with veins, but Qin Zhaoning was a prince and a prince, so he couldn't get angry in front of Gu Yue: "Prince He'an, this is the agent of the Duke of Dunxin's Mansion, Master Gu Yue."

"What Lord Gu?" Qin Zhaoning gritted his teeth and sneered, "You are a villain who has usurped the throne!"

Duan Yongye was scared to death!

"Master Gu, he and Prince An have been traveling a long way, and they ate some poisonous mushrooms in their fiefdom. I'm afraid he may have hallucinated and mistaken you for him." Sweat broke out on his forehead. "Don't take it to heart. Let's let him go down and rest."

"Oh, I ate poisonous mushrooms." Gu Yuele, "I need to see a doctor. How can I just sit there and rest?"

"Yes, yes, we will call the doctor right away." Duan Yongye said hurriedly.

The imperial concubine was stunned.

"No need. Shi San next to me is an expert in curing diseases and saving lives. Let him take a look at His Royal Highness Prince He'an." Gu Yue said with a smile.

Shi San nodded and took a step forward.

Duan Yongye was almost frightened to death: "Don't bother this Lord Shi... His Highness's words are rude, I'm afraid he said something he shouldn't have said. Not only is he a prince appointed by the late emperor, but his maternal family is also the Minister of the Central Secretariat. It would be bad if it got out!"

Gu Yue could understand what he said, it was a reminder to him that Qin Zhaoning's identity was not ordinary.

"Hey, he ate poisonous mushrooms, so it's not surprising that he said something." Gu Yue still smiled: "Find us a room... just the main hall."

After saying that, he winked at Shi San.

Shi San grabbed Qin Zhaoning, who was looking angry, and dragged him into the hall.

"Don't come in yet, I'll be cured soon." Gu Yue instructed the pale Duan Yongye and the stunned imperial concubine, and walked into the house.

All the maids and servants in the room ran away out of fear.

……

Shi San let Qin Zhaoning go.

"Shi San!" Qin Zhaoning yelled, "I misjudged you! Gu Xu betrayed Boss Gu just for his face, and even you! Are you worthy of him?"

He yelled at Gu Yue again: "You shameless fellow, what are you doing with substitute literature!"

"I hate you!" Qin Zhaoning burst into tears in anger.