sir he is sweet

When Lu Xinghe stopped Wen Han in the palace, he cupped his hands very respectfully, and said in a low voice: "Duke, take a step to speak."

Normally, for a person like Lu Xinghe, Wen Han wouldn't give him half a look.

But because Lu Xinghe had a very close relationship with Qi Zhao, and Qi Zhao had a very close relationship with Murong Sheng, he reluctantly glanced over there, leaned on his cane, and limped away.

Lu Xinghe smiled slightly, and followed up the stairs.

"The duke doesn't look very well, but do you need me to feel the pulse?"

Regarding this eunuch whom everyone feared, Lu Xinghe used to walk around and hide as far as he could, but the current situation forced him to... let him do it.

Wen Han heard the words, snorted coldly, and said in a lukewarm way: "No need."

In this palace, Wen Han can be said to be a walking living King of Hades, everyone avoids him, even if they see him from a distance, they have to find ways to avoid him quickly, no one dares to get close to him.

The stone steps were steep, and it was really inconvenient for him to support his cane. Lu Xinghe walked sideways behind him, and said with a low smile: "Reckoning, His Highness the Seventh Prince may have been away for a long time. I passed Jinzhang Palace early this morning. Stop by and have a look at Your Highness."

Wen Han frowned, with undisguised impatience in his eyes, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Lu Xinghe stopped in his tracks, "It's hard to imagine... Duke Du actually took care of His Highness secretly."

He has been in this palace for many years. He has been entrusted by Qi Zhao to pay attention to the movements of Jinzhang Palace, and he will go to see Murong Lin's mother from time to time. He is still very clear about the situation of Jinzhang Palace.

Recently, Lu Xinghe discovered that Wen Han was planning to infiltrate people into Jinzhang Palace.

Get all the details of Jinzhang Palace at your fingertips.

This is really a very strange thing. Wen Han has been immersed in the palace for many years. He is definitely a man who has no profit and can't afford it early. He is interested in Jinzhang Palace for no reason. A good thing.

Wen Han stopped abruptly, curled the corners of his lips coldly, and looked at Lu Xinghe as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Lu Xinghe bowed slightly, with a respectful tone, "Don't dare, I'm just reminding Duke Du that Long Live is short, so we should make preparations earlier, and don't focus on insignificant people, it's not worth it."

The atmosphere suddenly changed, sharp and sharp Lingrui rose from Wen Han's eyebrows, and the dark pupils were like a bottomless cold pool, fixed on Lu Xinghe's body, as if looking at prey in his palm.

"Irrelevant? Not worth it?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if hearing some joke, "Is it up to you? What's more—"

Wen Han's eyes suddenly picked out bad emotions, "If the young master can be supported, how would Imperial Physician Lu know if it doesn't matter?"

Hearing this, Lu Xinghe was startled.

This... what does this mean?Wen Han wants to...

Since ancient times, eunuchs have overshadowed the sky, but they also rely on the emperor to survive. The most difficult thing is that when the throne changes, he must find the next suitable backer.

Since ancient times, some eunuchs voted for the new lord early and worked for the new lord in order to protect their status in the future, while some eunuchs coerced the young lord to ascend the throne, controlled the government, and continued the situation of overwhelming power.

Wen Han's rebellious words clearly... clearly mean... he wants to hold the young master to stand on top of the court!

"Duke, you—"

This sentence directly made Lu Xing unable to utter a single word, "You" for a long time, mumbled, and immediately retreated.

"But, the Dugong is not related to the Seventh Prince..."

"What?"

Wen Han twitched the corners of his mouth, and put on a half-smile: "In this palace, who is good with whom, and who is bad with whom, how can you tell?"

The things about the imperial palace are true and false, how can we tell the difference.

Lu Xinghe almost passed out.

God, isn't this too arrogant?

Wen Han is worthy of being an old Jianghu who walks in the palace. Seeing Lu Xinghe's green and white face, he couldn't help being in a good mood after being depressed for the past few days. He limped away leisurely with his walking stick.

The next step is probably to sue those two thousands of miles away——

Wen Han raised his eyebrows, not taking it seriously at all.

Who is protecting whom is uncertain!

At the same time, Murong Sheng, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed three times in a row.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Who is it that keeps talking about him?

Murong Sheng packed up properly, and went to the graveyard after the sky was getting dark.

To lead a snake out of its hole, one must do it alone.

Futu's cemetery is a bit weird.

This cemetery has a vast area and is located in the most southwest corner of Futu City. It is said that the other side of the mountain is directly connected to Guxiang and Miaoyu.

It can also be said that this mountain is completely natural, and it is the only place where Futu connects with the outside world.

Murong Sheng led the horse, and strolled around leisurely until late at night, when there was a vague change in the surroundings, Rong Yun finally came to him.

"Brother!"

Rong Yun got off his horse and rushed over, seeing Murong Sheng, he was surprised, "That's on your shoulder—"

A strangely colored bird.

Murong Sheng curled his lips, shook his shoulders, and said vaguely: "Don't pay attention to him, he's just...an ordinary bird."

If it weren't for Qi Zhao's repeated orders, forcing him to bring the bird, or not allowing him to come, he would have gotten rid of this weird little guy long ago.

Alas--

You can't think about it, you must treat it as if it doesn't exist.

Originally, there were obvious changes in the surroundings, as if some wild beast was dormant in the grass, ready to move, but since Rong Yun appeared, everything seemed to be held down forcibly.

It was slowly beginning to return to silence.

Murong Sheng had been on guard for a long time, how could they succeed in this way, he untied a bag of things from the horse, tore open one side, and threw it directly into the air.

A strong smell of blood suddenly hit the face.

Rong Yun looked puzzled, "Master...brother, what are you doing?"

Murong Sheng raised his jaw, smiled slightly, and clapped his hands, "A while ago, I emptied out the pigeons that your eldest sister kept, and tied up the messenger she sent back to the capital, but the strange thing is, I never found her." How do you connect with Gu Xiang and Miao Yu—”

The young prince was dressed in a black robe, the corners of which rustled in the cold wind, with a smile that was sure to win, making him look more and more heroic.

He turned his head and glanced at Rong Yun, "I'll let you open your eyes today to see your elder sister's special messenger."

Murong Sheng actually thought about this matter for a long time.

Collaborating with enemies at home and abroad is no more convenient than coming and going within a country. What method do you use...to transmit information and do things?

Murong Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the bright red pig's blood spilled on the ground, and began to quietly wait for the good show to start.