The young master has magical powers

Yan Zizai summoned the subordinates of Yan Wangfu not because of the messy affairs of the royal family, but because of the Tongque Terrace.

Que Wusheng was also very surprised: "I thought... this matter is not very urgent, the important thing now is not the Crown Princess... and those things in the palace?"

Yan Zizai shook his index finger: "No, the Crown Princess is indeed anxious, but it's not me who is anxious, but the Queen and the Crown Prince. If they believe the rumors outside and think that I will rebel, they will naturally do it. Of course, if they Believe me, I will also send someone to meet me and send the princess back to the palace."

After a pause, he said: "The two most important things now are the first, the poison on your body. The second is who killed the Tongque Terrace and framed the Palace of Hell."

Although things have been chaotic recently, Yan Zizai has always been very clear about who he is, what he wants to do, what position he is in, and what is most important to him.

Magpie silently didn't know what to say.

Yan Zizai patted Que Wusheng's shoulder: "Let's go back and wait. Mr. Baipu's people have contacted you. You just need to draw a weapon and I'll send someone to check. As for the people in the palace, they will naturally come to me. "

This is also the reason why Yan Zizai never left.

Que Wusheng nodded and said: "Okay, I will draw it." Que Wusheng didn't know what else he could answer, as Yan Zizai said, this is what he can help him.

Jian: Come on, Silent Young Master.

This sword has a very different personality from the previous jade fan. It loves to talk, but it doesn't speak many words, and it feels very young, and what Yan Zizai said before was conveyed with the help of this sword.

In the past, Que Wusheng felt that weapons could only hear the words of their masters, but now it seems that it is not the case, but the internal strength of the person holding the weapon, how many ideas can be conveyed to the weapon, and the weapon has as much ability.

Although Que Wusheng's skill is average, his internal strength is not bad, and he can hear the sound of weapons, which is considered miraculous.

Que Wusheng chose this sword at the beginning because it kept talking...

Que Wusheng misses Yushan a lot sometimes, and only hopes that Yushan can come out of the broken love...

Cough cough, yes, in Que Wusheng's eyes, the jade fan is broken in love, otherwise he would not be able to find any special words to describe the jade fan, he put four red oysters next to the jade fan, maybe it can cultivate a new Feelings.

Que Wusheng is very energetic now, he wakes up more and sleeps less, he picked up the pen and drew the weapon that killed Tongque Terrace that day.

He is not good at other things, this painting of weapons is almost the same as women's painting patterns, although he is not a painter, but he is also good at painting.

After Que Wusheng finished the painting, it was almost dawn, and when he turned around, he saw Yan Zizai half lying on the imperial concubine chair, with his head propped on one hand. He seemed to be asleep. Que Wusheng put down the painting and walked away quietly To Yan Zizai's side.

Because Yan Zizai was worried that he would fall asleep and would not wake up, so he stayed by his side all the time. Yan Zizai slept when he slept, and woke up when he woke up. Who knew that he slept less and less. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he didn't wake up so easily.

He didn't dare to sleep by himself, and he wasn't sleepy either.

But Yan Zizai is an ordinary person after all, and he can't stand staying up every night like this.

It's hard work for him.

Que silently sat next to Yan Zizai, Yan Zizai closed his eyes, looked sleepy, and opened his eyes slightly: "Ah Que... You should rest too, it's okay... I'm here..."

It's hard to tell if this is talking in sleep or if he really woke up. Anyway, after saying this sentence, he fell asleep again, just holding his hand tightly.

Que laughed silently, and stretched out his hand to smooth Yan Zizai's frowning.

Yan Zizai was wearing a bright red tunic, covered with his coat, showing a handsome face, long eyelashes, a straight nose, and slightly red lips...

Que's silent hand also slid from Yan Zizai's brow all the way to the tip of his nose and then to his delicate lips.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zizai closed his mouth with his index finger in his mouth.

This seems to be the little white wolf, the little white wolf has been taken away by Yan Ziruo to live with the blood fox, but the little white wolf would sneak over to visit him occasionally, but every time Yan Zizai drove the little white wolf away. Every time I saw Yan Zizai, I burst into tears.

Magpie couldn't help laughing silently.

Yan Zizai agreed a few times before opening his eyes and looking at Que Wusheng, his eyes were really the same as those of Little White Wolf.

Yan Zizai hugged Que silently, and the two of them squeezed together on this small imperial concubine's couch.

Yan Zizai only squinted for half an hour, and he already felt refreshed. He only asked Que silently: "A Que, are you tired? Do you want to sleep for a while? I'm here for nothing."

It's okay, I'm here.

Yan Zizai often said this sentence, and often said it to him.

Que Wusheng was very ironic in his heart: "It's okay, I'm not tired, but you have worked hard, and you can't sleep every day."

In fact, Que Wusheng was also a little tired in his heart, but he didn't dare to sleep after all.

Yan Zizai rubbed Que Wusheng's hair, and said for a long time: "Don't talk about this in the future, you and I will not be able to distinguish between you and me. You just have to sleep well, and when it is dawn, I will wake you up, and I will definitely wake you up of."

Magpie silently hummed.

Yan Zizai lowered his head and found that Que Wusheng had fallen asleep, but his hands were holding his clothes tightly. Yan Zizai smiled, but his eyes saw the paintings on the table.

Yan Zizai frowned slightly, then looked down at Que Wusheng again, then carefully got out of bed, Que Wusheng hugged him tightly.

Yan Zizai whispered in his ear: "I won't leave, I will carry you to the bed."

The silent hand of the magpie slowly let go.

Yan Zizai picked up Silent Que, walked to the bed, put Silent Que down, covered the quilt, and then sat next to Silent Que, and did not go to the desk after all.

There is no need to go, the glance he saw just now is very clear.

Que silently drew his... sword...

So, after all, someone was targeting him. Although Tongque Terrace was not slaughtered by him, it was also slaughtered because of him...

Why is the person behind this like this!

Is it because of his identity?

Yan Zizai was still the same as before, gently stroking Que Wusheng's hair, Que Wusheng was like a doll, his breath was too light.

Yan Zizai sighed, Que Wusheng was poisoned because of him, after all he was the one who couldn't help Que Wusheng.

In the early morning, Yan Zizai woke up Que Silently.

Yan Zizai already had experience and knew how to wake up Silent Que, as long as he could feel himself.

Sure enough, Que silently opened his eyes slowly: "I'm glad to see you when I open my eyes."

Yan Zizai bowed his head and kissed Que Wusheng: "How did you sleep this time?"

Magpie laughed silently: "Very good."

After a pause, he said, "Zi Zi, I'm going to see that child."

The child they picked up, the child who got a thousand needles.

Yan Zizai paused, and only said, "Let's eat first."

Then he looked at Que's voiceless eager eyes and said, "Okay, I'll go after dinner, but if there is any sudden danger, you have to go right away..."

Que silently responded with a smile.

There was also a reason why Yan Zizai didn't let Que Wusheng see the child, the most important thing was that he was worried that Que Wusheng had been poisoned by a thousand needles.

Therefore, when Que Wusheng went to see the child, he was almost fully armed, and no one knew how the thousand needles entered the person's body.

The child was playing with the little white wolf, and the little white wolf was completely treated like a doll in his arms, looking a little pitiful.

Que Wusheng softly asked Yan Zizai: "Is she the princess?"

Yan Zizai nodded: "It's more or less inseparable. I looked at her words and deeds, her appearance, and the timing of her appearance. It's probably true, but there is no clear evidence yet."

"Where's Eunuch Jin? I remember he sent the message."

Yan Zizai frowned: "This is the strange thing. Except for the accountant who came before, there is no one of us in Jinling City." There was also some worry in his tone.

There are differences in Jinling, but there is nothing wrong with the abacus...

Where is the difference, where is the golden abacus?

If Eunuch Jin knew that he was coming, he would definitely come here immediately, or is there something that Eunuch Jin can't come now?

Que said silently: "No matter what, the most important thing is to heal the princess first." After speaking, he entered the courtyard.

Yan Zizai was afraid that Que Wusheng wanted to heal the child. If the child was the princess, then he would just have to find him back. If not, it would be easier.But Que Wusheng wanted to heal her, so he himself must have been involved.

The child lived in the same courtyard as Yan Ziruo, so it was convenient for him to see a doctor.

The two of them played together, and even though they were chatting with each other, they had a great time.

When the child saw someone coming in, he hid behind Yan Ziruo in fear.

Que Wusheng wanted to get closer, but was stopped by Yan Zizai.

Que Wusheng asked directly: "Ah Ruo, how to remove the thousand needles on her body?"

Que Wusheng paid so much attention to Qianzhen because when Qianzhen was in his body, his hearing was very normal.

Yan Ziruo smiled and said, "Brother Wusheng, you are here. I thought you had forgotten her."

"If you really forget, that's fine!" Yan Zizai said coolly from the side.

The child sensed that Yan Zizai was not welcome, and gave him a hard look.

Yan Zizai saw it and smiled. Generally speaking, most small animals that have no self-protection ability avoid him when they see him, including the blood fox. But this child... Is it because of ignorance or...

Que asked silently: "I want to know what a thousand needles are like..."

Yan Ziruo sighed and said, "I have no way to know. I have never seen a thousand needles. If even brother Wu Sheng doesn't know, no one has seen them. Of course, except for those who use needles."

Que Wusheng is the king of weapons, he dare not say anything, he has seen all the weapons with his own eyes, but he always knows, if he even asks Que Wusheng.Well, there's really no way of knowing.

If you don't know what the thousand needles are like, the poison is hard to detox, and the thousand needles are still in the body... If you don't want the child's life, you can still study it...

Magpie frowned silently, he really didn't know very well, because the records in the ancient books were only some words, without pictures, it was still guesswork.

He always felt that this thousand needles had a lot to do with his ability to hear the sound of weapons...

Yan Zizai smiled and said, "What's the problem? Just ask her if she's okay. I'm right, Your Highness the Crown Princess..." This child has been pretending to be crazy for a while, and it's time to speak up.

Those who know the thousand needles are not only those who use the thousand needles, but also those who have achieved the thousand needles...