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Tang Ke untied his belt, tied the two tightly together, turned his head and kissed Zhu Wenzhen on the cheek, "Close your eyes, hold me steady, and don't let go."

Zhu Wenzhen entangled Tang Ke's hands and feet even tighter. He buried his head in his shoulder socket and closed his eyes tightly. Shouts came to my ears.

Zhu Wenzhen leaned on Tang Ke's solid back and felt the tense scapular muscles of Tang Ke when he made a move. Although the sound of fighting came to his ears, there was no panic in his heart.

Tang Ke said he would take Zhu Wenzhen out of the palace, and he did.

When Zhu Wenzhen opened his eyes again, the two were already standing outside a secret handover point of the Chanyi Sect.

Tang Ke knocked on the door and gave the signal, and someone quickly opened the door and welcomed the two inside.

Tang Ke briefly explained to the man, untied his belt, and put Zhu Wenzhen down.

This was the first time Zhu Wenzhen saw Tang Ke's face. Only then did he realize that his chest was covered in ragged clothes and scars. His eyes turned red instantly, and he shouted with trembling lips, "Xiao Ke..."

He raised his hand to touch the wound on Tang Ke's chest, but Tang Ke grabbed his wrist.

Tang Ke smiled at him, "I'm fine, it's just a skin injury."

Zhu Wenzhen's tears were already pouring out, and he kept shaking his head.

Tang Ke leaned forward and kissed the corner of his eyes, "It's really fine, you rest here first, I'll go to the next compartment to treat the wound, come back as soon as possible."

Zhu Wenzhen wanted to go with Tang Ke, but Tang Ke refused on the grounds that he didn't want him to see his bruised skin ruin the good impression of this skin in Zhu Wenzhen's heart.

Zhu Wenzhen laughed through his tears, scolded him a few words, and didn't insist anymore.

Tang Ke turned and left, closed the door and immediately restrained his smile, and went to the next door with his fellow apprentice.

The handover point of the Chanyi Sect is only responsible for the daily information delivery of the sect, so the guards are only the lowest-level disciples. The disciple who is helping Tang Ke to bandage at this time is named Song Ren, who looks very young.

He tore off the fragments of Tang Ke's clothes that had stuck to his skin and flesh, and helped Tang Ke clean up, apply medicine, and wrap bandages with skillful movements.

Tang Ke thanked him, picked out his night clothes and changed into them, and told him to take good care of Zhu Wenzhen and not let him leave the handover point no matter what.

Listening to Tang Ke's tone, Song Ren couldn't help asking: "Senior brother is going out?" Seeing Tang Ke nodding, he asked again: "Where are you going?"

Tang Ke replied truthfully: "Go back to the palace again, don't tell Xiang'er." Wu Shouze was still trapped in the palace with the prince, and he had to go back to rescue him.

Song Ren nodded. He had no right to interfere with Tang Ke's decision, but he still reminded: "Brother's current injury is not suitable for entering the palace alone, especially the crossbow | arrow injury on your right arm will affect your health. The speed of the sword, it is not appropriate to act alone, if necessary, I can send a letter back to Chanyizong now, asking for reinforcements."

The cluster of arrows directly pierced the outer side of Tang Ke's right arm, hurting his sword-holding muscles, and if he tried to make another move, his speed and strength would be greatly reduced.

But Tang Ke didn't accept Song Ren's proposal. It would take at least a day to send people to Chanyizong to send reinforcements. Wu Shouze couldn't wait so long.

He shook his head, "It's okay, I will act carefully, and evacuate immediately if there is danger, and I will never be confrontational with others." He also asked, "Please help me take care of Xiang'er." He picked up the Suifeng sword and went out into the night .

He walked all the way from the roof of the street, and found that the streets and alleys of the capital were already full of raiders, imperial guards and northern border troops, and the momentum seemed to turn the capital upside down.

Tang Ke walked cautiously along the roof of the street all the way to the palace gate. Several wounds on his body were involved, which affected his ability to move. At the corner door, groping and sneaking in.

Entering the palace again, Tang Ke found that the palace was unexpectedly quiet at the moment, and the patrolling force was far from being strengthened, on the contrary, it was much weaker than when he left.

It seems that most of the troops have been dispatched to the capital to search the whereabouts of him and Zhu Wenzhen.Zhu Changcun and the prince must never have thought that he would come back to the palace without fear of death at this time.

Tang Ke first searched for the dark clump to the west of Zongzheng Temple, but he didn't see Wu Shouze and the prince. Instead, many guards were placed near the dark clump.

Tang Ke's heart sank, and he immediately realized that Wu Shou had been exposed, and he was still a step late.

Tang Ke took a deep breath, turned around and rushed to the side hall of the East Palace where the antidote was hidden that the prince said earlier, and found that the side hall was also guarded by the guards on the third floor and the third floor.

At this juncture, the additional manpower to guard the side hall can only be ordered by the crown prince, and the antidote will definitely not stay in the porcelain bottle again.

Tang Ke searched the East Palace again, but he couldn't find the prince's shadow. He knew that his trip to the palace was a waste, but he didn't have time to regret it. He could only turn around and prepare to evacuate as soon as possible, and go back to find Xiang'er.

But as soon as he got out of the East Palace, he saw a figure sitting upright against the lights in the Hall of Mental Cultivation from a distance, his heart moved, he turned around suddenly, and walked towards the hall.

Zhu Changcun did not leave the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a moment, but he had already heard Zhang Huan report in detail what happened at Zongzheng Temple that night. The prince was also successfully searched out, and he was taken to a hidden dark room to send an imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment. Wu Shouze was taken away Ministry of punishment.

Zhu Changcun sat at the table, raised his hand and rubbed his temple vigorously. The poison in his brother's body was still unresolved, and Zhu Wenzhen didn't confess, yet such trouble happened again in just one night...

Zhu Changcun was suffering from a headache, when he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him, he drew his saber and stood up, the saber was pushed back before it was sheathed, and the cold blade touched his neck.

Zhu Changcun stood upright, looked down at the blade, and then raised his eyes to the man wearing a black mask and night clothes beside him, his eyes were calm, without any fear, "Are you from Zhu Wenzhen?"

Tang Ke answered "Yes" in a deep voice.

Zhu Changcun asked again: "Are you going to kill me?"

Tang Ke shook his head and denied: "If Lord Jing really intends to rebel, since I can put the sword on your neck right now, your head would have been separated from your neck when I came in."

Zhu Changcun looked deeply at Tang Ke, "Then what are you going to do now?"

Tang Ke took out from his bosom the private seal and memorial of Zhu Houxue that Wu Shouze had given him earlier, and patted it on the table in front of Zhu Changcun, "It contains detailed descriptions of the prince's crimes. Nephew love, please read the content here, and then check it yourself."

"The antidote to the poison that the emperor was poisoned by, should I ask for it from King Jing, or from the crown prince? Please read the contents of this memorial before making a decision."

After Tang Ke finished speaking, he was offended by the Taoist voice, knocked Zhu Changcun unconscious, jumped out of the window, and stood on the roof, making sure that Zhang Huan led people into the Hall of Mental Cultivation and awakened Zhu Changcun, then turned and left, and returned to the handover point of the Chanyi Sect , rushed straight to the room where Zhu Wenzhen was resting.

Zhu Wenzhen was curling up in a corner with his knees folded, his eyes absent-mindedly looking ahead, weeping silently.

Tang Ke shouted "Xiang'er" and hurried to Zhu Wenzhen's side.

Zhu Wenzhen rushed forward and hugged him tightly, "Where did you go, why didn't you take me with you?"

Tang Ke was injured all over his body. He was hugged tightly by Zhu Wenzhen, and his whole body was stinging. He didn't care too much. He endured it as much as possible, hugged Zhu Wenzhen back, and kissed him on the top of his head, "I went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I saw your uncle."

Zhu Wenzhen was still burning, and his consciousness was not very clear. Hearing this, he looked up at Tang Ke in a daze, "My uncle? Have you seen my father? Is he okay?"

Tang Ke nodded, "Your uncle has been guarding your father, nothing will happen, don't worry." Thinking of the officers and soldiers who are intensively searching the capital, he said again: "Xiang'er, it's not safe here now, we have to catch up overnight Go back to the Chanyi Sect, you can hold on for a while, okay?"

Zhu Wenzhen responded in a low voice.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Zhu Changcun was called up by Zhang Huan and asked what happened, but an assassin broke in.

Zhu Changcun stared at the emperor's private seal and memorial on the table, remained silent for a while, shook his head, and only sent additional troops to guard the periphery of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and then asked everyone to retreat, got up and came to Zhu Houxue's bed, put the seal on the head of Zhu Houxue's bed, and turned Open the memorial and read it from the first page.

The investigation results of Wu Shouze's case were presented to Zhu Houxue. Zhu Houxue was very clear about the cause and effect of the incident, so the records inside were extremely concise. Zhu Changcun has been stationed in the north for many years, and he is not familiar with the affairs of the capital. It is very troublesome to read, only the first page I have been studying for a long time.

But at the end of the first page, Zhu Changcun's brows had already wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

"Uncle Royal."

A voice sounded from the gate of the palace, Zhu Changcun raised his head, and saw the prince walking towards him with a little unsteady gait.

Zhu Changcun subconsciously wanted to hide the memorial, "Zechen, why are you here at this time? How's your injury? What did the imperial doctor say?"

There was no blood on the prince's face, but he smiled gently at Zhu Changcun and asked: "Is the emperor's uncle holding a memorial?"

Zhu Changcun didn't hide it anymore, he directly lifted the memorial, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what is written on it?"

The prince shook his head, smiled and said he didn't know.

Zhu Changcun directly handed the memorial to the crown prince, "Look for yourself."

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