Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

"As soon as he entered the clan mansion, he made himself unconscious. In this way, everyone's eyes will be on why he fainted, and other things will fade away. It is an excellent strategy to delay time."

Wu Yatuo's expression was calm, and there was no expression of joy or anger on his face, but when his eyes accidentally glanced at Wu Yale's hand protecting his lower abdomen, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything. Self-servingly talking about the affairs of the clan's family: "This An Guojun is extraordinary when he makes a move. To have such thoughts at such a young age, it is not in vain for you to stumble one after another."

Wu Yale heard that Wu Yatuo seemed to be teaching, so she couldn't help lowering her head, and her expression became more humble: "Father, what do you mean, Mr. An's coma was really caused by himself?"

"Besides this, what else can I explain?" Wu Yatuo raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop, and tapped his slender and pale fingers on his knees, recalling everything that happened yesterday morning, with a hint of innocence on the corners of his lips. Wu smiled, "I'm afraid that's not the only thing. An Neijun must have predicted that we would join him in the clan's mansion before we took action, that's why An Guohou didn't say a word of intercession in front of the emperor yesterday. That's the real trick."

Wu Yale thought for a moment when he heard the words, a dark light flashed in his eyes, but a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"...Father, then we..."

Wu Yatuo's pale brows slid across the shadows, and he slowly placed his fingers on the handle of the wheelchair, signaling the people behind him to push him and move on. His voice became softer, but the meaning became more vicious: "Since he attacked so viciously, , we don’t hesitate to make ourselves unable to speak first, so we don’t have to let go. Since we can’t live without his confession, it’s better to forge his confession. When he was brought out of the clan mansion, he was made speechless."

Wu Yale bowed again, no one could see the expression on his face at the moment, his tone was gentle and respectful.

"The child obeys."

When Wu Yatuo left her eyes, Wu Yale straightened up slowly, gently twisted the fingers hidden in her sleeves, and bowed her body behind her back thinking about it, but because the master in front of her hadn't The housekeeper who stepped back instructed in a low voice: "After hearing what my father said just now, go and do it immediately."

"Yes, I would like to obey His Highness's order."

The butler quickly disappeared after receiving the order, leaving Wu Yale standing alone in the same place. He lowered his head very slowly, stared at his white palm for a long time, and after a smile that could not distinguish between emotions and anger appeared on the corners of his lips. , Then he stepped up and walked towards the garden full of flowers and trees not far away.

Just as Wu Ya's housekeeper got his master's order, he rode his horse and led his people towards the outer city before it got dark.

At this time, outside the gate of the clan's mansion, Anguohou, who was dressed in a black robe and looked cold, had no fluctuations in his eyes, watching the two vermilion doors slowly opening in front of him, followed by officials of all sizes in the clan's mansion. They came all the way, and before they could bow down to the person in front of them, An Guohou suddenly withdrew his cold gaze, raised his hand to signal the person behind him who was carrying the tray to come forward, his slender fingers clenched the tray The calm and calm voice resounded in front of the silent door.

"The imperial decree has arrived, and the clan's mansion accepts it!"

Originally, they just bowed down to greet each other, but the officials of the clan's mansion who were just about to salute were startled when they heard the words, and seeing the bright yellow imperial decree gradually unfolding in An Guohou's hand, they immediately knelt down in panic, their voices were uneven He replied: "The minister accepts the order!"

"Follow the heavens, the emperor said.

An Guojun's status is precious, and he has a body of golden branches and jade leaves, but within a day after entering the clan's residence, he became weak, comatose, and unconscious.

Thinking of the relationship between Tianjia and Murong's family, he was temporarily transferred to Murong's mansion for detention.

This is it. "

"I obey the order, long live long live long live!"

Before the imperial decree was finished, some of the people kneeling under it had already noticed that it was not good. After the reading was completely finished, they saw that Murong Hao had finished announcing the decree, and without even looking at them, they closed the imperial decree again and went around They walked in, seeing that they were looking for Mr. An Nei who had just been sent in, first they couldn't help talking, and then, under the watchful eyes of many Murong Mansion servants brought by An Guohou, they forced a smile to welcome them all. Enter the clan mansion and wait for the time being.

Seeing An Guohou's clothes with the golden bird pattern passing by his side like the wind, the head of the clan's mansion, who was afraid of neglecting the way, rushed to catch up and lead the way, sweat glistening on his forehead, and wiped his hands with the handkerchief. He was trembling uncontrollably, but Murong Hao never looked at him, he just walked towards the hanging flower door with sullen eyes, his thin lips pursed extremely tightly.

It's just that he was out of the game. Guessing that Wu Yashi was about to attack, Jiang Luoyu was ready to use his plan at that time, so his coma had been discussed in advance, and he had already gone to see the emperor alone yesterday when he was in court. The emperor asked for a secret decree to come back, and only waited for this time to take Jiang Luoyu back to the Murong Mansion——

So what if people from the Wu Ya family get the news?This is just a "boots off", and being able to slander An Neijun and take him into the clan's mansion is already giving them a sweetener. At this time, Jiang Luoyu is unconscious and cannot be interrogated, even if he is still awake at the moment Could it be that he, the Marquis of An Guo, or the entire Murong Clan is dead? !

After a few steps past the Hanging Flower Gate, a twin who looked timid was pushed in front of the cold-faced Murong Hao by the head of the clan's mansion who led the way. Seeing that handsome face that was as handsome as a god but extremely cold, the twin shivered slightly. Lowering his eyes, he concealed his frightened expression and his voice as thin as a mosquito.

"See An Guohou."

Yan Xun's dark eyes swept up and down, as if he saw something, although he still frowned, he didn't raise his hand to let him go, but asked suddenly: "Where is Neijun? Take him immediately I am going."

The twins trembled in fright when they heard his voice with ice balls, as if they were about to faint, but when he timidly looked at the clan around him who seemed to be throwing off a burden, he kept winking at him After the incident, the mansion master swallowed hard, turned around and started to lead the way: "Yes, Lord Hou, please go this way."

Murong Hao watched him walking forward tremblingly, but he didn't step forward immediately, but cast his eyes coldly on the flattering but frightened face, waved his sleeves and said coldly: "There is I, Murong, will watch, and the Lord will bring you back to the Murong Mansion, sir, please stop."

Not waiting for the person beside him, Nuo Nuoying, the man in Xuanyi no longer cast his eyes on him, but followed the twins who led the way in small steps, and strode towards the winding and dark corridors in the clan mansion.

"Are you the twin who has been serving Neijun?"

Before taking a few steps, the twins who bowed their bodies and didn't dare to look up suddenly heard the person behind them speak, and couldn't help pursing their lips, but the expression of fear gradually disappeared on their faces, especially the expression that seemed to be about to faint, and they didn't know what to do. When he disappeared, he just replied with a suppressed voice: "Yes, Lord Hou."

It was difficult to tell the depth of Murong Hao's eyes, those smoky eyes were drooping in the dark corridor, and he could hardly make out his expression: "How is Nei Jun?"

Hearing the words, the twins turned sideways to think for a moment, then slightly raised their voices: "Back to Lord Hou, besides the fact that Neijun has been in a coma, hey

Except for things that can't go down, everything else breathes normally and smoothly, as if he is just asleep, but how to wait until Lord Hou takes Nei Jun back and asks someone to come to treat him before he finds out, the rest of the slaves don't know. "

"After Neijun passed out, what happened?"

"Since Nei Jun passed out, there have been at least three waves of prying eyes, and two of them tried to do something to the unconscious Nei Jun, or they wanted to temporarily move Nei Jun to another place to prevent You brought Nei Jun back to Murong Mansion so quickly, but they were just planning to do it before you came, so they didn't get it yet."

Hearing the key words such as "three waves" and "strike", the eyes of the man in Xuanyi suddenly burst into a cold light, and his fingers clenched the hilt of his waist: "You are so courageous, you don't look like a member of the Murong family!" , doesn't look like the people around Chen Hua, let alone an upright member of the Bai family."

Hearing his terrifying tone and expression, the twins seemed to have never seen anything. They were completely different from the timid servant just now. When the corners of their lips slowly drew an almost invisible arc, they lowered their heads deeply. Go down and make an appearance of complete obedience: "The servant suddenly appeared here, and he was the only one who served the emperor when he was awake. It is only natural for the Marquis to suspect the identity of the servant, and the servant is also clear in his heart. What's more Lord Hou actually guessed right—the slave is neither from the Bai clan nor from the Murong clan, nor is he from the side of the Neijun, but the slave is the Xiao clan's secret game."

"It turned out to be Xiao Shi—" the slender fingers of the man in Xuanyi unconsciously clenched on the hilt of the sword when the words Xiao Shi came out of his mouth. With hair covering his face, there was a hint of sarcasm, "Even if Chen Hua leaves, you will always stay in the clan mansion?"

Before the question was finished, the pitch-black head that was close at hand lowered even lower, and a gust of wind blew up, and even the words were completely blurred: "Master Hou, this slave grew up in the clan's mansion since he was a child. The son of the servants in the mansion will naturally not leave this place, Lord Hou is too worried."

His eyes flickered and then disappeared, Murong Hao raised his hand and stopped speaking, and instead motioned to the twins walking in front of him to lead the way. After he stepped through the dark corridor step by step, he finally stopped in a somewhat old-looking carved room. In front of the wooden door, those dark eyes couldn't help but scan the dilapidated traces on the door frame, the fingers covering the sword hilt loosened, and the eyes became darker and bottomless.

When he spoke again, there were only three words.

"Go down."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pushed open the lightly closed wooden door in front of him, stepped into the house, glanced at the old furnishings in the house, paused for a while on the plate of black and white paper on the table, and finally landed on the flat table. Lying on the bed not far away, half body covered with a brocade quilt, on the peaceful and peaceful cheek of the person who has already sunk into a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in Xuanyi sat down on the edge of the couch, touched the corner of his slightly curved lips in his sleep with his cold thin lips, and murmured softly: "Chenhua... sleep well, I will arrange everything , waiting for the big fish to enter the urn."

The carriage with the family emblem of the Murong family stopped in front of the clan mansion, and the vermilion door opened again, revealing a black figure hugging the man in his arms, and the many soldiers and dark owls in blue standing outside the door They all bowed their heads and saluted, until the pair of black and silver-patterned boots stepped onto the carriage, the deep voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Go home."