The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Jiuci fell backwards, knocked over the wooden barrel, and the ice water splashed down.The bright blade came again, he turned over in panic and rolled aside, overwhelmed the flowers and plants that had been carefully watered just now, and the back of his hand scratched across the thorny branches, leaving a bloody scar.

The masked assassin was so red-eyed, he took the tip of the knife and chopped it down viciously at him. He almost no longer had the tricks of a swordsman, and only devoted himself to putting him to death, the sooner the better!

The tip of the knife stabbed down, and the strong wind hit.

There was a sound of clanking, and the long sword blocked the blade within an inch in front of him, and Ah Nian picked up Zhu Jiuci: "Little Grandpa, let's go!"

He turned around to fight with the assassin, the masked man suddenly became proficient in sword skills again, and his moves made Ah Nian retreat step by step. The blood red spurts out.

He made the long sword ruthless to block it, when there was a loud clang, the bright sword broke and fell into the dust.Zhu Jiuci grabbed Anian's shoulder and fell to the side. The blade stabbed fiercely into the window sash behind them. At the moment when the assassin was trapped in Atsugi, several well-trained guards jumped down from the wall. The assassin was captured.

The warm wind blows, and the grass and trees are silent.

Zhu Jiuci stood in the small wilderness courtyard clutching his bleeding neck, surrounded by hidden guards of the palace, bowed his eyebrows and bowed to give blessings, he looked through the gaps in the crowd, there was more than one assassin, kneeling It is full of a hospital, many, many, too many to count.

Zhu Jiuci was punished by the Holy Spirit and confinement.

This is also an expected result.

The little prince was assassinated outside the palace, and his body was covered in blood red. The Holy Majesty was furious when he saw the villain carrying the blood flow into the palace.

It's a pity that Zhu Jiuci only suffered some superficial injuries, and after the scary blood stains were washed away, he found only a shallow scratch on his neck.As long as the injury is serious and bedridden, the Holy Majesty will not be able to relax and put him in the dormitory with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Jiuci pawed at the gate of the palace and howled pitifully.

"Eunuch Fu, Eunuch Virtue, Eunuch Good, Eunuch Good, and do good deeds, go to the Holy Master and say something nice, can you let me out?"

The claws slapped the door of the palace, but there was no sound outside the door.

Zhu Jiuci collapsed, it has been more than ten days, if he doesn't go out again, who will send cakes to Pei Heng!After finally gaining weight, if I eat green vegetable leaves for a few days, I will return all of them!

Besides, why don't you report Jiang Chengzi's safety? He must have known about such a big matter as the assassination of the young master.

The paws slapped again, "Oh! Let me out! Let me-out-!"

Eunuch Fuzheng's benevolent voice came in through the heavy palace door: "Little master, you just stop for a few days! Your Majesty is also in a hurry, and I will punish you—"

"Eunuch Fuzheng! Is it you! You have come to save me!" Zhu Jiuci hadn't heard human voices for many days, and was so excited that he wanted to hold back through the crack of the door.

Fuzheng sighed, and continued with the interrupted words just now: "It is reasonable for the Holy Majesty to punish you for thinking about your mistakes, and the young master has not figured it out yet?"

Zhu Jiuci yelled: "Understood! I was wrong, and I will never run around again! From now on, I will stay in the palace obediently until the day when the soldiers from the Northern Guo State return to Beijing!"

Fuzheng shook her head: "Why don't you understand?"

He bowed his old back and walked away.

Zhu Jiuci didn't know that he had left and was still howling in the hall.Finally tired of howling, he sat down close to the palace door, leaned his forehead against the dragon's claw, and coughed uncomfortably.

"It's really wrong...let me go out." Zhu Jiuci lowered his head and wiped away his tears, touching his neck again with his fingertips stained with tears.

The shallow scar had already scabbed over, and new flesh was growing out. It was really itchy, and he couldn't help stretching out his paws to scratch it.

Hiss, comfortable!

He nestled in the corner of the hall door and scratched happily alone, when suddenly there was a light beside him, and the hall opened.

The Holy Majesty looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face.

"Don't think about it, what fun did Yan Ning find?"

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly slapped his paws away, lay down on the toes of the Holy One, and cried bitterly.

"My lord, I know I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's wrong to run around without the palace guard!"

"Yan Ning, go ahead and think about it."

Zhu Jiuci hugged the Holy Majesty's calf in panic, held his head up and burst into tears: "Mr., I'm still at fault!"

Seeing the shallow scar on his neck, the Holy Majesty felt a little distressed, so he softened his words and asked, "Well, what's wrong with Yan Ning?"

The cub at the foot was speechless, he hesitated for a while: "Chen..." I really don't know what's wrong.

Mei Xunxue sighed, leaned down slowly, pinched Zhu Jiuci's chin and shook him gently.

"What did Yan Ning do at the Proton Mansion?"

Zhu Jiuci fell silent, weakly raised his head and peeked at the man, he was caught, and he bowed his head, trembling with fright.

"Minister—" Zhu Jiuci was about to cry, "Water the flowers."

The Holy Majesty laughed dumbfounded, pinched his chin to observe him carefully, and looked at him as if he were a rare treasure in the animal garden, as if he could find out the difference between the person in front of him and the others if he looked carefully.

"I'm really curious, how my two generals endured their precious son."

I wish you a long time to say goodbye.

Mei Xunxue continued: "It's really not worrying."

Zhu Jiuci's face was broken, and he leaned forward, but the Holy Spirit let go of his hand in distaste, and he still leaned forward.

"I know I'm wrong, my lord let me go out, I won't water the flowers again!"

"Well, let you go out—" Mei Xunxue looked at him, "Are you going to see Pei Heng?"

Zhu Jiuci's bright eyes dimmed for a long time, how could His Majesty let him go to meet the proton!

"Yan Ning is good, I will come to see you in a few days." The Holy Majesty stood up, and the bright yellow robe brushed Zhu Jiuci's cheeks.

Langxiu Palace was still howling, but Mei Xunxue stepped out of the palace gate without looking back.

Fuzheng frowned and waited outside the hall. When he saw the Holy Majesty coming out, he rushed to wait on him.

"My lord, the one inside..."

"Wait a little longer." Mei Xunxue looked back and left with a sigh.

Time turned to August, and Zhu Jiuci was still in confinement.

Although all the news was blocked to Langxiu Palace, but the paper could not keep the fire after all, Zhu Jiuci still knew about it.

The Holy Admiral imprisoned the proton of Nanguo State in the prison.

Zhu Jiuci knelt in the hall silently, looking at the gate of the Golden Dragon Hall expressionlessly.

Do not eat or drink.

Ah Nian felt distressed and pulled his sleeve, "Little Grandpa, you have to eat something, how can you make things difficult for yourself. Besides——"

How can anyone dare to confront the emperor, is he really desperate!

The tears in Zhu Jiuci's eyes had already dried up, and he could only stare at the golden dragon with stiff eyes. It seemed that he had been kneeling for a long time, and the golden dragon could also feel his deep sorrow, and kindly passed it on to the real dragon on the real Kowloon throne. The Son of Heaven, perhaps the Sacred Heart was shaken, and he mercifully released the poor man in prison.

"Little Grandpa, please, please eat a couple of bites, don't scare Ah Nian."

"If you don't eat, what will the Duke and Mrs. Guo do?"

"And Mr. Liang!"

"If Mr. Liang knew that you didn't eat or drink for two days, what would you think!"

Zhu Jiuci swayed, and big teardrops fell again.

Didn't I cry already, why did the tears come again.

In the hazy vision, a touch of bright yellow approached him.

Zhu Jiuci looked up weakly, unable to speak.

Please, Your Majesty, let the proton go, Pei Heng...

He was picked up horizontally and gently placed on the couch, the ambergris lingered and lingered for a long time.

"Yan Ning, look at this."

Zhu Jiuci struggled to open his eyes and look at the past.

A white handkerchief with some black dregs inside.

He doesn't know what it is.

"Isn't Yan Ning familiar?" His Majesty was unexpectedly gentle, sitting next to him and stroking his black hair, drawing his memories bit by bit.

Zhu Jiuci sat up while propping himself up, and stretched out his fingertips weakly to grab the dregs.

The fragrance of tea hits the face, but also a little bitter.

"Old tree pit..." He couldn't believe it.

The Holy Majesty hummed lightly, but still gently touched his head, "There is an old tree pit behind the Duke's mansion, where unwanted old tea is buried. Yan Ning has a dog's nose, I really didn't expect you to smell it out."

Zhu Jiuci was a little flustered, listening to Shengshang's gentle comfort, he didn't know what he was about to face.

"Yan Ning, let's take a look again, is there anything more familiar?" He brought the veil closer, and Zhu Jiuci smelled a strong bitter smell.

Anxiously familiar, but unable to grasp the fleeting memory.

The Holy Majesty did not force him to recall, put the handkerchief aside, and handed him the teacup.

"Have a sip of tea and think slowly."

Zhu Jiuci took it unconsciously, swallowed a big mouthful, and suddenly coughed bitterly.

"It's so bitter, this tea is so bitter—"

bitter.

He was taken aback.

The memory hit him uncontrollably, he thought of the Xiyuan, which was full of pearls and pearls, and he stepped on the big Yuezhi carpet as soft as clouds to accompany the beauty to taste the tea.

The brown color is as rich as black ink, with a faint light, like obsidian.

At that time, he thought it was ink, and he was about to dip it when he picked up the pen.

Liang Zhaoge slapped him away angrily, "What are you doing, little prince!"

"The black tea that I had so hard to get, won't my little father-in-law try it?"

He took a sip, the taste was as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine.

Liang Zhaoge didn't dare to let him drink, so he grabbed the teacup and drank it with his head up.

"It's so bitter." The beauty twisted into twists.

Zhu Jiuci escaped from the memory in a panic, staring at the teacup in front of him, his heart almost burst out, his eardrums roared, and he couldn't hear the outside sound.

Dark tea, dark tea from Qingshan Tea House.

Black tea from Qingshan Tea House, where Pei Hengyin is a tea master.

"What does His Majesty want to say?" Zhu Jiuci said.

"Yan Ning already understands, why ask me." Mei Xunxue took the teacup in his hand and put it aside.

"I don't believe it."

"Don't believe it, or don't want to believe it."

"minister……"

"Yan Ning doesn't need to answer."

The Holy Majesty left, leaving him alone in the empty hall, filled with the fragrance of tea.

Unreasonable fear engulfed his whole body, Zhu Jiuci hugged himself in a panic, and covered his ears with layers of soft silk.

No, no.

But countless voices screamed in my ears.

Young master, open your eyes and look at the Duke's Mansion, which is covered with white damasks. The wind and rain are trembling, the stiff back of the female general, and the crying of the old servants.

Did you see it!

The dozens of souls of the Duke's Mansion are still looking at you from the sky. Is that a book? Do you really think it is a book!

Or, do you think it was a dream?

A dream that disappears when you wake up?

Young master, don't lie to yourself!

They died once!The Duke is dead, and your mother is dead!Liang Zhaoge is dead!

Oh yes, you have died too.

Don't remember?

"Stop it!" Zhu Jiuci yelled heart-piercingly, covered his ears desperately, broke down and cried.

I didn't say it, you said it yourself.

I am you!

Look at the old tree pit, and then look at the flowers in the Proton Mansion, the same tricks, framed the same people.

Don't you already believe it!

He bought the killer in advance, and then told the killer to find the imprint.

He asked you to take back the unique black tea, and he asked you to go to the Proton Mansion to water the flowers!

He killed you!

He killed your whole family!