Born short-lived

Yuan Li, who came to meet them, was dressed in unremarkable coarse clothes and a big bamboo hat on his head. With his head lowered, he walked quickly to Zhou Zirong, raised the edge of the hat slightly, and said, "General."

Zhou Zirong pushed a cart full of sea shells, pretended to lower his head to fasten his pockets, moved a little closer to Yuan Li, and asked in a low voice, "How's it going?"

Yuan Li helped him push the car, and slightly moved his lips: "It's released."

Zhou Zirong paused, as if he didn't quite believe what he said, looked up at him, and said in surprise, "Really?"

Yuan Li nodded.

Yuan Li was brought up by him alone, and he would not listen to anyone except him, so it was impossible to coax him on this kind of matter.

"It's inconvenient to go into details," Yuan Li said in a deep voice, "General, tonight looking at the Xianglou in the west of the city, wear this to catch the wind for you."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from his arms and stuffed it into the sack on Zhou Zirong's trolley.They pushed the car past a tavern, and then Yuan Li said in a normal voice: "I'll take you here."

Then he pressed the bamboo hat, turned around and left.

Zhou Zirong pushed the trolley around a corner and walked into the back alley of the tavern.He looked left and right for no one, and then turned to a dark corner in the back alley.The majestic head coach of the East China Sea, the general who commands the 50 navy, has never been so sneaky.

Before opening the bag, he searched around carefully again, making sure that there was no one there, and finally tore the bag lightly.The wooden box that Yuan Li stuffed into was lying on the pile of wet seashells.

Zhou Zirong pulled the lock on the box in twos and twos, and there was an extremely exquisitely crafted human skin mask neatly placed in the wooden box.When he saw the technique and facial features, he knew who it was.

Zhou Zirong pinched the thin layer of glue carefully, and he could still feel a trace of extremely slight moisture, which should have just been made.

It seems that Dong Sheng has indeed come out.

This real touch came from his fingertips. He forgot how he closed and put the box away. He just felt his mind go blank, and then his nerves, which had been tense for several days, gradually became numb. feel.

After quite a while, Zhou Zirong finally came to his senses. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart that had been suspended for a long time was finally at ease. However, he still hadn't expected that Dong Sheng would be able to come out so soon after being imprisoned in the Black Water Prison. .

Yuan carp fished out?Or is there some other reason.

Although Zhou Zirong kept telling himself that it would be good if he could come out, he still couldn't help but care about who fished Dong Sheng out first?Is it possible with Yuan Li alone?Yuan Li is nothing more than a secret guard. If it is impossible to stir up the situation in the court, there must be other people working hard.

Although Dong Sheng was fine, he was not the one who saved him. Zhou Zirong felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

He pushed the car and walked out, thinking again and again as he walked, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was not the case, this Dong Sheng had no foundation in the capital, who would take such a big risk to catch him?Maybe there are other plans?

He thought angrily, how many good things can there be in this officialdom, not just a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greetings.

General Zhou racked his brains to suspect these groundless "conspiracies", and did not reflect on what was wrong with doubting Dong Sheng's savior without evidence.

As soon as it got dark, he couldn't wait to take people to the west of the city.The Wangxiang Building is located next to the most prosperous street in the capital. It is short and small, and looks extremely inconspicuous, but when you walk in, you will find that every piece of wood used in this restaurant is top quality. , Most of them are shipped from Guangdong and Guangxi, and the room is filled with the fragrance of wood.

Zhou Zirong wore a plain robe and the plain human skin mask given by Dongsheng, completely becoming a passerby who could not be found if thrown into the crowd.But as soon as he entered the door, a short little old man came up to him and said with a smile: "Please go this way, Your Highness is waiting in the private room."

The little old man's cheeks are thick and shiny, and they are as red as his nose. Coupled with a handful of dry gray goatee and a pair of small round eyes, it is really pleasant to look at.

The little old man bowed his waist, and respectfully led Zhou Zirong to an accordion on the second floor.

There is incense in the Accord, which can be smelled outside the door.And just by smelling it, Zhou Zirong recognized it - this is Dong Sheng's favorite agarwood.Those rough old men in Donghai don't like to light incense very much, and there is only such a kind that Dongsheng is used to smelling.Of course, this kind of agarwood is the only one that Zhou Zirong can recognize, and it is called "Agarwood".

Dong Sheng had only ordered it a few times before, and each time he ordered it to calm his nerves after being injured.

The little old man opened the carved wooden door for him. Dong Sheng was sitting at the low table with his eyes closed, his legs covered with a thick plush blanket, and he opened his eyes when he heard the movement.

"Zirong!" He stood up suddenly, and the blanket slipped to the ground, and he was about to meet him in three steps.

However, Zhou Zirong was one step ahead of him, rushing over without even saying hello and wrapping him in his arms.

Dong Sheng was obviously taken aback. He used to stick to Zhou Zirong's body like a lump of paste. It was the first time he saw him so excited. Dong Sheng could even feel his shoulders trembling faintly.

A wave of self-blame entangled his heart, Dong Sheng slowly covered Zhou Zirong's back with his arms, and patted Zhou Zirong twice as if to comfort him, but Zhou Zirong hugged him even tighter.

Dong Sheng gestured to the little old man, and the little old man hurriedly closed the door tactfully, and walked away lightly.

While comforting Zhou Zirong, Dong Sheng said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

When Zhou Zirong heard his apology, he realized that he had lost his composure. He was too excited to react for a while. At this time, the almost electrified heat from Dong Sheng made his brain tremble, and he clung to Dong Sheng. The skin of Sheng's body also began to heat up unconsciously, he let go of Dong Sheng vigilantly, and hurriedly took a step back.

The disappointing thing in Zhou Zirong's chest kept jumping wildly. He pretended to be calm and helped Dong Sheng straighten his clothes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you suffer a lot?"

Dong Sheng's complexion was not very good, and he had lost a lot of weight, but he was still energetic. He shook his head and said, "I'm fine, you sit down first... I didn't intend to involve you..."

Dong Sheng sighed, looked straight at Zhou Zirong, and said again: "I'm sorry."

"I insisted on coming." Zhou Zirong sat down opposite him, poured a cup of tea for Dong Sheng and himself, and then pulled the blanket back for him.

In the past, regardless of whether he was injured or not, Dong Sheng would order wine whenever he went to a restaurant, but this time he actually knew how to pay attention to his body—Zhou Zirong was inexplicably relieved, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched.

"I just came out yesterday." Dong Sheng tucked the corner of the blanket to make his legs warmer, then took a sip of tea, "I wanted to tell you, but Yuan Li received a message that night saying that you Came here in person."

Dong Sheng paused, as if he still didn't think that was the case, and there was a bit of complaint in his tone: "Didn't I tell you not to come? What if I get you in again..."

"I'm fine." Zhou Zirong said calmly, raised his eyes to look into Dong Sheng's eyes without dodging, and stuffed Dong Sheng's follow-up complaints back into his stomach.

Zhou Zirong glanced down at the red mark on Dong Sheng's wrist, and at a glance, he knew that something had scratched the skin, and his heart felt as if a little man had pricked it with a small needle, causing a sharp pain.

Although it can't be said that he is a thousand favors, but Dong Sheng has never suffered from this kind of grievance since he was a child. In that cold and humid water prison, half of his body was soaked in cold black water, and his whole body was covered with iron chains... How is this? Could it be their little prince's fault?

Zhou Zirong squinted his eyes and rubbed his hands, and asked hoarsely, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Dong Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hesitated for a while, looking at Zhou Zirong's haggard expression that had been tortured by worry for days and nights, he couldn't bear it for a while, and a bitterness crept up to the tip of his heart quietly Son.

He paused for a moment, and finally waved his hand, and said in a seemingly hearty manner: "What's the matter? I'm a brass-skinned iron-framed man, and I'll just take a bath for a few days."

Of course, the bath was not comfortable. He couldn't even crawl for a long time after he came out, and he almost thought he was going to be paralyzed.

He rubbed the muscles on his legs that were still numb, and smiled at Zhou Zirong: "This time, it's thanks to your Yuan Li, otherwise I don't know how long I'll be locked in there."

"Just Yuanli?" Zhou Zirong looked at him, "What's going on?"

Dong Sheng knew what he meant, smiled helplessly, looked at Zhou Zirong's unmoved appearance, and finally compromised: "Yes, I thought something might not be right before, so I held back."

"Backhand?"

Dong Sheng: "I have arranged manpower in both Jiang Kun's and Zhang Lunian's mansions. When Zhang's mansion was sealed up, everything that should not be shown to His Majesty was destroyed, and then the past life and Jiazi were put in."

The people arranged by Dongsheng performed a play for the emperor—after the Zhang residence was closed down, there were still changes in the residence. They thought it was a thief, so they "sent someone" to have a look, and then found it in the secret compartment of Zhang Lunian's bedroom. The "missing" two bronze swords of Guisheng and Jiazi for a long time explain why Wangsheng and Jiazi were not in the palace for several days in a row, and the assassination can also be separated from them.

As for how to explain why the two bronze swords are in Zhang Lunian's place, that's up to Dong Sheng and the others, as long as they make it up reasonable, for example, Zhang Lunian is unwilling to give up and wants to use two swords to test the authenticity, etc. —Anyway, Zhang Lunian is dead, and the dead cannot speak, they can say whatever they want.

"Then another group of mine went to Kunzhou, and after several days of searching, they finally found Zhang Lunian's young master."

Zhou Zirong: "Alive?"

"Yes." Dong Sheng nodded, "Yuan Li found it first, and he snatched it from a group of Jianghu people. Those people probably also charged money to do things, and ran away when they couldn't beat them. They didn't bother to work hard."

In this way, it is easy to explain why Liu Ying and Zhang Yanran said that. Someone robbed the only young master of the Zhang family and threatened them to kill him if they didn't say so.

The queen probably calmed down for a few days, knowing that things would not be that simple, coupled with such half-truths and half-false evidence, she found some excuses, so she released Dong Sheng confidently.

"What about Jiang Kun?"

"Jiang Kun?" Dong Sheng sighed, shook his head and said, "Don't mention it, the mother and daughter died on the day Yuan Li came back, they said they hanged themselves in the bedroom, and most of the servants who knew about it also died It was all gone, and those Jianghu people also ran away without a trace."

All the evidence implicating Jiang Kun has been cut off.

The queen turned one eye and closed the other, and after releasing Dong Sheng, she didn't investigate who killed Zhang Lunian—it doesn't matter anymore, after all, the entire Zhang family died with only a five-year-old kid left. , no one will cry in front of the Shenwu Gate, and no one will use various forces to force her to make a decision.

The queen settled the matter in the simplest and rude way, and then went to the harem to hide.

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