Startled Meng

"You said that Sun Yulin revealed before his death that Wei Cheng forced Meng Xiao to death and knocked out the prince who came to rescue him?" Zhang Shaoqiu met Yu Fangzhi in the dark room, and after hearing what Yu Fangzhi said, he said angrily, "Damn it! If only Sun Yulin was still alive!"

Yu Fang knew: "Wei Cheng did a great job of beating the prince unconscious and then poisoning him to death. In order to cover up the fact that he killed loyal ministers, he even ignored the crown prince of a country."

Zhang Shaoqiu sighed pretendingly: "Master Meng is really a pity."

Seeing the words, he didn't know whether to answer, he said again: "The censor is easy to offend people, Mr. Meng is an upright master, if he is willing to turn a blind eye and close his eyes, and be more tactful, he will not be..."

What's wrong with being upright?When Wei Cheng was Minister of the Ministry of War, he disregarded the law, condoned his relatives to sell salt and iron privately, and colluded with tooth bandits to do many evils. What's wrong with Meng Xiao in his position to seek his own government?Yu Fang knew whether to argue with Zhang Shaoqiu, and only sneered twice.

Zhang Shaoqiu knew that he had said something wrong, and immediately added: "It's also Wei Cheng's tricks that are too extreme. He actually gave Mr. Meng such a label of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Whoever is collaborating with the enemy and treason can't be Meng Xiao's collaborating with the enemy and treason!"

In fact, Zhang Shaoqiu really didn't know whether Meng Xiao really had no collusion with the enemy, and he was not interested in finding out. All he wanted was the unshakable hatred of Meng Xiao's descendants towards Wei Cheng, which would help him succeed.

He read the language and knew that he didn't say a word, and said: "It's a pity that the people involved in the incident were either Wei Cheng's henchmen, or they were all killed by Wei Heng. It's not like I haven't had contact with people around Wei Cheng. It's a pity that Wei Cheng is suspicious. He was found out quickly."

People who can get close to Wei Cheng know each other, but he will never ask Yan Cijing to trade his safety for information.

"This matter is not over yet, you go back and wait for news."

Yu Fangzhi gave Zhang Shaoqiu a dark look, turned around and left without saying anything, and waited to see what Zhang Shaoqiu could figure out.

Sitting and waiting for death is definitely not the nature of the language, but what Zhang Shaoqiu said is right, it is indeed not that easy to find someone who knows the inside story.

120 imperial guards were killed in a pit. Fan Qi and Zheng Lang were only on the outskirts back then, and the military department was like a wall of iron and copper. If they hadn't witnessed it, how would they know the details?

Ruku said: "It would be great if General Lu was here!"

As Kukou said, General Lu was Lu Yong, the commander of the front of the palace. After the incident, he invited himself to the southern border to guard the border. He had been there for 14 years. The reason for leaving was more or less related to the Meng family.

The language side knew: "General Lu must know something."

Ru Ku said: "It's a pity that General Lu is far away in the sky."

The two were silent for a while, and were interrupted by Xiao Wu who was chasing after them.

"Master! The old beggar is willing to confess!"

Yu Fang knows that the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, but Yan Cijing is not going well. At this moment, he is sitting in a speeding carriage and is jolted to pieces.

He didn't know what Heiying was up to, and why he was sent to the broken yard where he was forced to take medicine last time.

Before entering the door, Yan Cijing's stride was frightened by the shrill cry. He took two steps back, trying to escape, but the long sword in the driver's hand forced him to retreat.

Yan Cijing didn't want to know what happened in the courtyard to cause such horrible screams, he was nailed to the door and dared not move forward.

But everything in the courtyard was arranged by Hei Ying for him to see, if he didn't want to, where could he escape?

There were collision sounds everywhere in the courtyard, as if someone was running around in circles with nowhere to go. Coupled with the loud laughter of the black eagle, it was even more eerie.Yan Cijing had to think about these movements, but he couldn't help not looking at the things that rolled to his feet.

The exposed skin of the man was as red and swollen as bright as burning coals, and the whole face had been melted into a sticky mass of red meat, like minced meat that had been beaten thousands of times and tens of thousands of times, and some places had festered.

Yan Cijing only took one look and then turned his head away, but that appearance of neither human nor ghost had already entered his mind, how could he forget it?

"You called me... just to see him?"

Hei Ying didn't answer him, but began to insult the "Fire Ghost", accusing him of not having two minds, otherwise, he would still have three to five years of life if he took the medicine to suppress the poison of the taro gold pill for a long time. In the onset of the disease, the antidote is useless, the burning pain on the body is like a burning fire, and the itching pain in the bone is like ants gnawing, it is not enough to kill people, but it can kill people.

Afterwards, the "Fire Ghost" verified Hei Ying's statement. He jumped onto the eaves without any hesitation. boots and clothes.

"Hmm—" Yan Cijing retched violently, shaking convulsively all over.

Hei Ying washed away the dirt on his clothes and shoes with water, patted him on the back with concern, and coaxed: "Master Yan, don't be afraid, Mr. Yan will not be as stupid as him, making small moves behind his back and still being caught, you Don't worry, when it's time for you to take medicine, I won't miss the hour."

After listening, Yan Cijing waved away Heiying's hand and vomited even more.

Black Eagle snorted, clapped his hands and called someone to come in to deal with this corpse, and then brought in another one.

"Come on? Didn't you ask me to find someone with high martial arts skills yesterday? He's already here, let him have a look?"

The one brought in was not so scary. It was the dead man whose neck had been wrung after he failed to assassinate Sun Yulin. Yan Cijing originally wanted to take the opportunity of examining Sun Yulin's body to learn about the forces under Wei Cheng's hands. , but at this moment he was frightened away by the black eagle's dismounting threat, so he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the martial arts man he invited.

He couldn't listen to Yuhou or Liu Pei, his expression was the same as the white wall behind him.

Yan Cijing couldn't listen to what Liu Pei said, and felt extremely sad, fearing that his own death would be worse than the dead man whose neck had been wrung.

Knowing that he was overly frightened, Hei Ying patted him on the shoulder and sent someone to send him away.

Back on the bustling Shunyi Street, the carriage was blocked, so Yan Cijing got out of the car without saying a word, and walked aimlessly.

"Master Yan!" Someone stopped him, but he didn't struggle, and followed that person into the hospital.

"Master Yan! The old man has found Taro Jinwan."

Yan Cijing came back to his senses, grabbed the old doctor by his collar and almost lifted him up: "What did you say?"

The old doctor took the pale Yan Cijing back to the house, poured him a glass of water, and said, "The taro gold pill is not something from the Great Yin, but a secret medicine from the Tardan royal family in the Northern Territory, which is specially used to feed the heartfelt warrior."

"Tardan?" Yan Cijing's mouth was dry, "Tardan and Da Yin have been hostile for many years, and they have long stopped doing business..." Even so, he still had a glimmer of hope, "Is there a way to crack the taro gold pill?!"

The old doctor shook his head quickly: "The barbarian royal family's evil, only they know the solution."

"That's just waiting to die..."

The old doctor nodded: "Yes, but this evil thing has long since disappeared with the replacement of the Tadan royal family, and ordinary people can't see this kind of thing anymore."

"Really?" Yan Cijing smiled weakly and left the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, there was sudden thunder in the sky, Yan Cijing thought helplessly, being struck to death by lightning would be better than melting his face into a pool of red mud.

He forgot to ask, how long can he live if he does not take the antidote?Probably able to live, but life is worse than death, Yan Cijing thought of the tragic scene of the fire ghost falling to his death in the courtyard.

Hei Ying wanted to beat him with the fire ghost's death appearance, yes, he was scared, very scared, he was afraid of death, he was afraid that before he died, he would not see Wei Cheng Fufa, he was afraid that his death would be so ugly that no one would recognize him.

Being by Black Eagle's side, he has experienced all kinds of terrible scenes, and today he was called out of his composure, but because he had concerns in his heart, it was inevitable that he would cringe.

No matter how close or distant he is, there are always people who advise him not to investigate any further. He is unwilling to stop, and finally regrets after suffering. Unfortunately, it is too late, he is about to turn into a walking dead.

There is no other way...

Yan Cijing wobbled, and finally returned to Yan's Mansion, stood under the plaque, his eyes drifting to the next door were concentrated in an instant, he suddenly stepped forward and rushed into the house, his recklessness startled Juniper .

He slammed into the room, fell on the bed, fumbled under the pillow with his hands, his eyes were red when he took out the white jade.

Bai Yu seemed to still have the temperature of last night, and the small talk from last night also came out to stir his heartstrings at this moment. Now that the matter has come to an end, he is most afraid of it, and the words he fears most will make him feel sad.

"I recognize you, don't blame me!"

The voice known in the old days yelled in Yan Cijing's ear, it was so deafening, it made his eyes sore, and tears filled his eyes.

"Ci Mirror—"

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Yan Cijing wiped away his tears, stuffed Bai Yu back under the pillow, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, so he could only sit on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and sniffed secretly.

"Ci mirror!"

Yu Fangzhi hugged Yan Cijing, didn't notice any abnormality in him, picked him up and turned him around twice, as if he was about to celebrate the New Year with joy: "Ci Jing! I have great news to tell you!"

"He's not dead! He's alive!"

Yan Cijing asked, "Who?"

The language is extremely joyful: "My childhood playmate!"