How do treacherous courtiers with love brain save themselves

Qing Hua felt as if all the strength had been removed from her body, and she was at Bai Mingyue's mercy.

"This friend, I misunderstood, he has no other intentions..." The old horse was about to smooth things over, when Bai Mingyue flew over with a sharp glance.

"Hehe, misunderstanding? Who asked you to untie him? I didn't save you to let you untie him."

The old horse coughed in embarrassment, "We are also impatient at the moment. The name of Lord Protector is not so easy to fight. My companion can't hear outsiders doing things under his banner. Don't blame him."

Bai Mingyue looked at Qing Hua coldly: "Who is that Lord Protector of the country? Brother? Brother-in-law? Or a good friend?"

"Bah!" Qing Hua glared angrily, ignoring the threat of the sharp weapon on his neck, turned his head and shouted: "Don't slander our lord, he is not a casual person."

"Coincidentally, I am." Bai Mingyue didn't care about the old horse reaching out to stop him, and pulled the slow-moving Qing Hua to the side of You Qi, without saying a word, tied him to the chair next to You Qi.

The only difference is that You Qi is sitting on the ground, and Qing Hua is sitting on a stool.

"You're an old horse, right? Sit down and let's talk. But let me tell you first, ask your companion to sit quietly beside you and don't move or talk. Otherwise, I will throw him into the corridor and call him the Tin Woodman." Take it away for him. I haven’t seen how powerful that thing is, so I’m a little curious. Judging by the thickness of the armor, he can move freely, so I don’t think the combat power will be lower, right?”

The old horse nodded, "Well, it's about the same. Judging by his footwork and movement, he can also be ranked among the top players in Shengjin."

"You Holy Gold? Are you a Holy Gold man?" Bai Mingyue leaned back on the armchair, put her feet on the chair, and started talking casually.

"Yes, I am a Sanjin man, and so is he. We were ordered to find this dog's lair."

"You found the old nest to get yourself in? Also, why did you come to find this perverted old nest? Whose orders did you serve? The Holy Gold Emperor?" Bai Mingyue asked.

The old horse was a little weak. He tried to change his posture and leaned on the stool, and replied: "It's easy to hide the spear from the dark, and it's hard to defend against it. It's not surprising that I fell for their tricks. I know our people will come to rescue us." I, so I am not in a hurry, just wait with a sigh of relief. You see, this will not wait for you. We came to look for this dog, of course, because this dog is damned, if we didn’t take care of the lock in his hand These human lives have long been wiped out by the army. Our master’s analysis is similar to what you just said.” Old Ma paused, glanced at Bai Mingyue who was swinging his legs, and asked: “Look With your brains and courage, your identity is not simple, right? To think of going with our master, you must not be an ordinary person."

Bai Mingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Are you trying to praise your master in a different way? Who is your master? Tell me quickly, and I will praise you too."

Qing Hua said proudly: "Our master is naturally the most powerful Holy Gold Protector, Lord Jin."

Jinling month?

No wonder the two of them reacted so much when they heard that they were impersonating Jin Lingyue.

Bai Mingyue said with a smile: "It's just a protector of the country who maintains it like this. I'm still the leader of a country. Do you think I'm proud?"

……

"You... the king? Hahaha, stop joking." Qing Hua's ridicule deeply hurt Bai Mingyue's ears.

Bai Mingyue got up from the armchair, walked to Qinghua's side, he deliberately shook the gilt fan in front of Qinghua, and said softly: "Guess, is there any hidden weapon in this fan? The answer is yes. You Guess again, where will my next needle be on you? I think the throat is good, what do you think? You think it's good too, right?"

Qing Hua widened her eyes in surprise, shook her head again and again, and looked at the old horse.

The old horse clasped his fists helplessly, and said: "This lord, please be merciful, he has always been spoiled by our master, forgive me."

"Your master really cares about him. With just this tongue, I can pull it out three times a day and the sky won't turn black."

"Excuse me, where is the lord's territory..." the old horse asked.

Bai Mingyue rolled her eyes at Qing Hua who was pouting and watching the excitement, and then replied, "Longyan."

"Hahaha... I knew it was a poor... woo... woo?"

"Old Ma, let me let him be quiet for a while, is there any objection?"

"Well, no. He wasn't like this before, and I don't know what's wrong today. Maybe the atmosphere here is too depressing. He wants to relax. Don't mind." Lao Ma waved his hand at Qinghua, signaling him Take it easy.

Qing Hua opened her mouth angrily, and found that there was indeed no sound, so she calmed down indignantly.

The old horse is right, he is not so poor on weekdays, at least in the past few years, he has seldom talked so much.

As soon as he saw this person's eyes, he wanted to say something, even if he was arguing with him, Qing Hua felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

Maybe it was really what Lao Ma said. There was too much blood and the atmosphere was too depressing. I was trying to clear up my emotions.

After Bai Mingyue finished talking about her identity, Lao Ma felt a little restrained.

He has never communicated with the king, let alone the king of another country, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a while.

Bai Mingyue waved his hand: "That boy is right, I am indeed poor, and our Longyan is also poor, you don't have to take me too seriously. I am not as good as your Lord Protector Well done. At least he has companions like you who are willing to work hard. Look at me, I have been out alone for so long, but I haven’t seen anyone control me? Relax, it’s nothing different. Let’s continue chatting. You come in After that, did you find any useful information? Is this his only base camp?"

The old horse was silent for a while, and replied seriously: "I don't think so. But this is just my guess, and I'm not completely sure."

"Tell me why."

The old horse frowned and began to recall.

After he was brought here with his head covered, he was locked in the cave below with many people.

The masked man in Chinese clothes first classified them into grades, and the old horse compared them according to the graded groups, roughly according to their appearance and stature.

Those who look good and those who have a better figure are divided into one group.

The long ones are okay, and the ones that are too weak are divided into one group.

They look average, but at first glance, they are divided into one group.

Three groups of people were escorted by three people to the cell on the current floor.

The old horse was sober at the time, he secretly counted the number of people brought up and the number of people in the cave did not match, almost a whole group of people was missing.

That is, some people did not go to this level, they did not know where they were taken.

But because the dead people here are too fast, just like their group, they have just been imprisoned for half a day, and Lao Ma's left and right neighbors have been dragged out and disposed of.That's why Lao Ma didn't dare to confirm whether those people didn't come up at all, or whether they had already died before them.

The old horse has a good physique and kung fu, so he can endure a few more days of torture and wait for reinforcements.

He tracked this group along the way, leaving a secret sign, and he knew that his partner would definitely find this place. He was not worried about his situation at first.

Until those people inserted strange tubes into him.

He watched his own blood flow out, and he clearly felt something strange flowing into his body, but he was fed too many things that restricted his skill, not to mention kung fu, even walking independently was a bit strenuous.

The old horse is just like this endless bloodletting, drug feeding, bloodletting again, drug feeding, waking up, sleeping, waking up, groggy.

It seems that in the past few days, he has adapted to this strange rhythm and the existence of the strange liquid in his body, and he spends more and more time awake.

Although his hands and feet are weak, he can distinguish the surrounding environment and his own situation, and has his own consciousness.

The old horse began to continue to perceive everything around him.

The Tin Woodman came up every day to report how many people were arrested today, and how many good-looking ones, and asked You Qi if he wanted to see it himself.

You Qi seldom let people come up, and the old horse only heard it twice when he was awake.

And not long after the two so-called handsome people were brought into that room, they were dragged out with sacks.

Bloody water flowed from the bottom of the sack, spilling all over the floor along the corridor.

The old horse has a very keen sense of smell and can tell that it is fresh human blood, so he knows that the person who entered that room is gone.

"What skill is that Tin Woodman, have you seen it?" Bai Mingyue asked.

The old horse shook his head: "Because I'm the closest to this room, I hear a lot. But every time the tin woodman came, he basically just said those few words, without any particularly valuable information. I heard from You Qiyi that the Tin Woodman was his wife, his best knife or something, and I think he should be good at it.” The old horse suddenly remembered a picture, and said: “Once he brought A young man came up, and the young man suddenly struggled to escape when he was about to reach the door. That day my cell door was not closed, and I happened to see the Tin Woodman stretch out his hand and grab the man's arm, and then the man's The arm just broke. It wasn't dislocated, it was broken."

"So powerful?" Bai Mingyue was also taken aback.

It seems that the Tin Woodman is still a very powerful character, and he can avoid it if he can.

There was silence in the room.

You Qi, who had been in a coma for a long time, gradually woke up from the pain. He closed his eyes and let out a shy sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the three people present.

Bai Mingyue suddenly had an idea.

"Tell me, if I tell the Tin Woodman that the Jinling Moon that came today is fake, I will be very angry. How will the Tin Woodman help me get rid of him?"

The old horse let out a blank "ah", not understanding what Bai Mingyue meant.

"The Tin Woodman, do you know the dens outside here? Do you want to be duped?"

"What do you want to do?" asked the old horse.

Bai Mingyue said with a smile: "Naturally, you have to find someone to pretend to be your master, Jin Lingyue? I definitely can't, I'm timid."

Bai Mingyue looked at Qing Hua.

Bai Mingyue saw Qinghua's heart trembling, but now he couldn't speak anymore, and anxiously looked at the old horse for help.

"It's just you, be brave, so what if you sacrifice yourself for a great cause?"