Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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He slowly copied the relics left by the original owner's father, and said, "Tell me, after he succeeds in enthroning, how about I let him publish these all over the world?"

He smacked his lips: "I'm more or less his half-savior."

After arriving at the border, Xie Zhuo was locked in this secret place, guarded by elite soldiers.

It seems that although King Zhao didn't intend to kill him because of what he had done, he didn't intend to let him go either.

Xie Zhuo couldn't help but sighed heavily: "Why are you so stingy?"

What is the purpose of keeping him here?

In the Chinese army, after Nie Qing ordered the details of the siege, he asked his subordinates to prepare.

He looked at the sand table in front of him, and after a long time he said, "What is he doing?"

The question was endless, but the brothers of the Gao family immediately understood what the prince was asking.

Just because these days, the prince has asked countless times.

And their answers were the same as before.

"My lord," Gao Zuo cupped his hands embarrassingly, and said, "Young Master Xie is still copying books."

Nie Qing paused, then looked into the distance deeply: "What else did he say?"

Did you mention him?

The brothers of the Gao family complained endlessly, and said helplessly, "No... I didn't say anything."

Not only did they not say anything, if they hadn't heard Mr. Xie speak before, they all thought Mr. Xie might be dumb.

These days, they haven't spoken a word to the brothers they protect.

Since coming here, Nie Qing has fallen into endless busyness.

The killer in Beijing came to the border with them at the same time, and carried out a pervasive assassination against him.

For the sake of Xie Zhuo's safety, he had no choice but to send him to a village in the outskirts, where he was protected like an iron bucket, not even a fly could fly into it.

After this, he hadn't seen Xie Zhuo for a long time, and Xie Zhuo didn't even say a word to him.

Nie Qing pursed his lips, displeasure flashed across his expression.

Xie Zhuo had a lot to say to that fool.

He stroked the hairband on his wrist with his fingertips, and said coldly: "Keep watching, if he has any requests, please satisfy them immediately."

After a pause, he said again: "He likes story books, send him a storyteller."

Now he can't give Xie Zhuo better treatment, so he can only wrong him for the time being.

Xie Zhuo, who was inexplicably sent to Zhuangzi's house arrest after staying in the city for one night since coming to the north: "..."

He really didn't know that Nie Qing was acting like this to protect him, after all, the strict guards were more like surveillance than protection.

Those guys whose faces are drawn like horses, how can they have the slightest intention of guarding?

The soldiers who have been trained for ten years: "..."

They really can't laugh!

And Xie Zhuo's cognition changed when Nie Qing's storyteller was sent over.

Hearing the cold words of the young man guarding the door, Xie Zhuo couldn't help being surprised: "Mr. Storyteller?"

Now that you have such good treatment in prison, can you bring your own storyteller?

The dead man sullenly said coldly: "The prince ordered it."

Xie Zhuo looked at the trembling old man, doubting Nie Qing's treatment.

how?Does he want to ask this old man for something?Did he underestimate his vigilance?

Moreover, he really has nothing to inquire about.

Xie Zhuo was suspicious, but he didn't delay listening to the old gentleman's storytelling.

I have to say that the old man's storytelling skills are really good.