Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Zhao Zeyong sobered up in an instant, stood up suddenly, walked away from Yueting, and asked sharply as he walked: "Don't panic! Tell me clearly, what's wrong with Xiaojiu?"

There was snow on the pontoon bridge, and the butler almost slipped and fell several times, but he didn't dare to say a word, and eagerly reported like a cannonball: "The father-in-law who heard the oracle said that our Ninth Prince went to the Qiyuan Hall for some reason tonight, and we didn't bring anything with us." Alone, but the Qiyuan Hall was flooded! His Highness Ninth Prince was trapped in a sea of ​​flames, burned, burned...the situation is unknown, and the imperial physicians are trying to rescue him." The butler broke out in a cold sweat, and his tongue almost got stuck at the end of the sentence.

The Qiyuan Hall is the lower hall and the upper tower. The tower is 81 stories high.According to the royal regulations, every year after the twelfth lunar month, [-] long-burning lamps will be lit in the palace tower, and more than a thousand monks will chant scriptures day and night. Years of accumulation of filth, usher in a new year of good fortune and longevity.

Zhao Zeyong's face was covered with frost, obviously suppressing his emotions, he only asked, "What about the father-in-law?"

"Wait at the main entrance, holding your palace entry warrant." The butler spoke extremely fast, and such a critical moment cannot be delayed.

Trapped in a sea of ​​fire?The situation is unknown?

It must be burning badly!

Otherwise, the palace wouldn't have quickly summoned King Qing to enter the palace after the incident, and let the father-in-law who passed on the order let him know.

After Rong Youtang listened, his heart sank suddenly, and he thought eagerly: The Qiyuan Hall is flooded?Who did it?It was the Second Prince's Party who harmed the Ninth Prince in the previous life, but that happened after King Qing was appointed as the commander of the Northern Suburb Camp!Now that His Majesty has not even announced the "Northern Suburb Camp", who is going to have trouble with the Ninth Prince?

The moonlight was in the west, the shadows of the trees were lonely and deserted, and there were bursts of hurried footsteps in Prince Qing's mansion.

Zhao Zeyong stopped suddenly, turned around and pointed at Rong Youtang, and said to the butler, "You change his clothes immediately, and let Zuo Fan take him with you!" In terms of salary, he usually followed King Qing into the palace to serve him.

"Yes!" The butler didn't even have a doubtful look, and ran away with Rong Youtang, called a few people, hurriedly changed Rong Youtang into a servant, and tried to cover the slap marks on his face, and then , Rong Youtang was ordered to follow a middle-aged man.

"Brother, follow closely. Talk less, listen more, and look more." Zuo Fan was pale and beardless, of medium build, spoke clearly, and moved quickly and steadily.

"Thank you, father-in-law, for your reminder, kid." Rong Youtang's adoptive father was a eunuch, so when Zuo Fan approached him and instructed him, his expression was naturally respectful, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Zuo Fan nodded: "Okay, let's go." Those who can be valued by His Highness must have their own merits, and this young man is clever and witty at first glance.

After a while, Rong Youtang followed Zuo Fan to the main gate like a gust of wind, just as the horse was ready, Zhao Zeyong reached out and took the imperial pen entry warrant, stuffed it into his arms, turned on the horse neatly, knocked on the horse's belly with his long legs, and ordered: "Let's go!" The horse neighed and rushed out.

Of course Rong Youtang was nervous, his heart was beating fast with a "thump, bang, bang~".Fortunately, he knew how to ride a horse, followed Zuo Fan closely, and was careful everywhere. A group of two or thirty people galloped with horseshoes splashing snow, awakening countless dreamers along the way.

The frosty wind was like a knife, cutting people's eyes so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. It began to snow halfway, and the bright moon was covered by dark clouds.

Rong Youtang leaned over and grasped the reins tightly, rode the horse and ran in the middle, when turning, he could see the broad back of the leader King Qing - it's hard to imagine how worried and anxious His Highness is at this moment!

After a few quarters of an hour, they arrived at the palace gate.

"Woo~" Zhao Zeyong reined in the horse, hooves raised high, and he almost stood up. He jumped off the horse, threw the reins to the imperial guards who came to meet him, then took out his waist card and palace entry warrant and threw them to the captain of the imperial guards. In a word, he walked forward without stopping.

The people in the palace are all mixed up, how can they not know that something happened?The captain of the guard didn't dare to make a fool of himself at all, after a quick check, he immediately ordered to open the first palace gate, then knelt down on one knee, and returned the waist card and warrant.

"Squeak—" Vicissitudes made several long, majestic sounds, and the heavy palace door opened very slowly.

This was Rong Youtang's first time entering the palace.

During the body search and verification, Zuo Fan introduced on his behalf: This is the personal soldier of our Highness.With a normal expression, Rong Youtang took out the sign given by the housekeeper and handed it over.

Open several palace gates one after another, and gradually go deep into the palace. The buildings along the way are tall and majestic, neat and majestic, magnificent, but there is not a single abnormal sound, and the authority of the Tianjia Emperor rushes towards him. Rong Youtang can't help but hold his breath and concentrate, even walking footsteps.

The front hall and the middle hall are spacious and grand, solemn and solemn.But after entering the inner court, the style is different: pavilions, pavilions, gardens and waterside pavilions, painted pillars and carved beams, exquisite and meticulous, full of life atmosphere.

Rong Youtang sighed: So the harem looks like this.

"Your Highness, this way please." There was a benevolent white-browed old eunuch far away, bowing to greet him.He is the chief executive Li Deying.

"Eunuch Li, how is the situation?" Zhao Zeyong asked, unable to hide his anxiety and anger.

Li Deying led the way while deliberating his answer: "Return to Your Highness, after the incident, His Majesty ordered dozens of imperial physicians to give them all-out treatment. Right now...they are all in Kunhe Palace."

Rong Youtang, who followed behind with low eyebrows, thought to himself: Who is in Kunhe Palace?

But soon, Rong Youtang knew.

The residence of Queen Kun and Gongnai is particularly magnificent, and the floor is paved with white marble bricks—but at this moment, there is a strong and sticky smell of blood, feces and urine, and there is a dull "boom boom" from the stick hitting the flesh ~" sound, and some weird snorts!

Execution!And the victim was gagged!

Rong Youtang was shocked, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he had been in the sky prison in his previous life, so he was no stranger to those things.He felt chest tight and wanted to vomit, so he pinched his palm hard and forced himself to calm down.Afterwards, King Qing stepped into the main hall of Kunhe Palace, while Zuo Fan quietly held Rong Youtang, and waited in the corridor, staying with the servants and confidantes brought by the other princes, all of them silent.

"...Trash! What's the use of the hospital raising you? A group of quack doctors!"

Rong Youtang happened to be standing in front of the window, and heard the majestic and angry reprimand clearly.

"I order you, at any cost, to rescue Xiao Jiu'er! Rescue him intact! If there is any mistake, you will beheaded carefully!" Emperor Chengtian was almost roaring, thundering and furious.

Then, it was Zhao Zeyong's voice:

"My ministers see my father." That's all there is to say.

"Oh, the third child is here, get up." The emperor's voice sounded very tired, and he said heavily: "I know you are in a hurry, go in and see Xiao Jiu'er."

"Thank you, Father." Zhao Zeyong got up, he had no time to take care of the man who was kneeling on the ground, and followed the waiter to leave impatiently. He walked to his brother's dormitory through the familiar way, but when he entered the door, there was a smell of medicine mixed with burnt smell, which made people feel uncomfortable. Smell the scalp numb.

"Xiao Jiu?" Zhao Zeyong took a deep breath, approached the bed softly, and leaned over to look: the Ninth Prince Zhao Ze'an was in a coma, lying on his back, his limbs were spread wide, his head was tilted to the inside, his upper body was naked, his hair was almost burnt, and his bloody body was showing. Scalp, pale face, big blisters on the right upper body, especially the right arm, the skin was burnt to pieces, and some places were even blackened!

shocking.

"Xiao Jiu?" Zhao Zeyong's eyes were hot, and he approached and shouted again. He raised his hand, but he didn't know how to put it down, and urged the imperial doctor sharply: "What are you stopping for? Save people! Tell me, what is the injury like?"

The imperial physicians hurriedly continued to be busy: cleaning the body, debridement, applying medicine, detecting the heartbeat and breathing, diagnosing the pulse, and considering the prescription... nervously cooperating in the treatment.

"Return to Your Highness," the leading imperial physician saw that the person who came was the patient's brother and a well-known protector, and hurriedly explained in detail: "The burns on the body of His Highness Ninth Highness are what you saw, and did not hurt the appearance. But The cause of his coma was excessive smoke inhalation, so the internal injuries were what mattered."

Zhao Zeyong spoke with difficulty, and asked in a harsh voice, "Then...is there any damage to the chest and lungs? When will he wake up?"

"This—" The imperial physician is not a miracle doctor, but the patient is a favored noble prince. Of course they dare not boast, they can only promise: "Xiaguan and others will definitely do their best!"

Zhao Zeyong closed his eyes forcefully, propped his hands on the bed, leaned over to look at his younger brother's eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and was about to touch it, but was stopped by the imperial physician: "Your Highness! Please don't touch it, he just took medicine." Zhao Zeyong Yong had no choice but to shrink his hands, get up and give in, his tiger's eyes turned red, and he commanded in a trembling voice: "Cure him, the king will reward you very much!"

How dare all the imperial physicians answer?All of them were frowning.

Zhao Zeyong had no choice but to hand over his younger brother to the imperial physician for treatment. He closed his eyes forcefully, and then returned to the front hall.

At this time, Rong Youtang had basically heard the outline of the accident in the corridor:

"...Father's lesson! Xiaojiu is my younger brother. Although my son is confused and not motivated, he will not murder his brother if he is killed. If he lies, he will let his father deal with him!" Zhao Zewu cried.

"Father, although the seventh brother is in charge of patrolling the tower of the Qiyuan Hall to refuel tonight, what reason does he have to harm the ninth brother? Not at all! The son and minister and the ninth brother have always gotten along in harmony. Just a few days ago, the seventh brother I got a pair of clever-billed parrots, and I sent them to my younger brother to enjoy and relieve my boredom—" Before Zhao Zewen could finish speaking, Emperor Chengtian interrupted and scolded: "You bastard! Not only do you not want to make progress, but you also hook up with Xiao Jiuer all day long! Playful! Since Lao Qi is responsible for patrolling the tower to refuel tonight, I would like to ask you, where did you go around the time of Hai? Why did the imperial guard say that Xiao Jiu said that he made an appointment to find you?"

Zhao Zewu called out to Qu: "I really don't know! Father, why did I invite my ninth younger brother to the Qiyuan Hall in the middle of the night? It's, it's impossible!"

"Aren't you telling the truth?" Emperor Chengtian slapped the table angrily, with cold eyes: "Where were you when you were in the middle of Haishi? Why did you leave your post without authorization? If the guards hadn't rescued you in time, Xiao Jiuer would have died!"

"My son——" Zhao Zewu was at a loss for words, babbled, remorseful, and extremely panicked.

At this moment, King Qing's face turned livid, without saying a word, he lifted his robe and knelt in front of Emperor Chengtian, and said sadly: "Father, Xiao Jiu was burned like that! When my son entered the palace the day before yesterday, he was still fine! How old is he? What does he know? Inside and outside the palace, fire and candles are a taboo, how strictly is the sesame oil in the Qiyuan Hall controlled? It is allocated on a daily basis, on a time-by-hour basis, and according to the quantity, and there is someone in charge of every ever-burning lamp——Why is Xiaojiu alone? Go to the Qiyuan Hall? Why did you go into the water? And burn him?"

"Third brother, you get up first." Emperor Cheng Tian rubbed his brows with a headache.

Zhao Zeyong knelt down, and said forcefully: "Father, this matter is too strange. My son thinks it was arson deliberately murdering the prince! And if things are dry today, if the rescue is not timely... the consequences will be unimaginable."

Emperor Chengtian had just passed his [-]th birthday, with a "Chuan" character twisted between his brows, and a deep decree line on each cheek, he pondered for a long time, and then ordered: "The impact of this matter is extremely bad, and it is not enough to calm people's hearts if we don't investigate it. Yaoer ?”

"My son is here." Fifth Prince Zhao Zeyao came out.

"You assist the investigation from the sidelines." Emperor Chengtian ordered, and then said to Zhao Zeyong majesticly: "This year's matter will be completed this year. Third, I limit you to thoroughly investigate this matter before New Year's Eve, so as to rectify the royal law!"

Before New Year's Eve?Rong Youtang was shocked: the time has passed, today is the 27th of the twelfth lunar month!