Have you washed white today [Quick Transmigration]

Ever since the emperor imprisoned the prime minister of the dynasty and ordered all his families to be executed, the already turbulent court in Daxia has become even more turbulent and dangerous, and everyone is in danger. People are in a state of panic, and dark clouds hang over the Stranger Kingdom. It doesn't take a keen sense of smell to feel the wind and rain in the future...

The emperor hadn't come to the court for three days, and the officials who were left hanging on the golden palace were waiting eagerly. The officials of the prime minister's faction had already set up a posture, intending to coerce them with their lives, and desperately wanted to save the life of the old prime minister. Not even seeing the face of the rightful lord, the emperor simply played with them and disappeared, out of sight and out of mind, it seemed that he was determined to be that eternal fool.

I don't know what evil it is.

Anxiety spread rapidly, and people noticed from the very beginning that in the past three days, Fu Jia was imprisoned in the sky prison, needless to say, the emperor lived in seclusion in the deep palace and didn't know what he was doing. It actually never showed up from the beginning to the end.

——It is impossible not to suspect that this executioner has something to do with Fu Xiang's case, and he is too guilty to go out at this time!

The civil servants who didn't like Lu He were even more angry. Even the generals of Lu He's faction felt a little uncomfortable, but some corrupt officials were celebrating with each other. They felt that after being suppressed for many years, they finally had a chance to stand out. They wished they could set off firecrackers Celebrate for a few days.

However, these undercurrents have nothing to do with Lu He. The reason why he has not appeared is because he knelt in the Ziji Hall for three days.

Xia Zhi, who was offended, wanted to punish him. After leaving three days ago, he never showed up again, and he didn't cry out. He wanted Lu He to retreat.But the Great General of the Bing and Horse of the Great Xia Dynasty has always been stubborn, forcibly dragging his seriously injured body to kneel into a sculpture in the Ziji Hall.Lu He fell into a coma several times. On the third day, the general who was still in high spirits when he entered the palace was pale and trembling, and looked weaker than the trembling old doctor sent by the emperor.

The imperial physician's surname is Zheng, who has been practicing in the imperial hospital for more than ten years, and has contacts with several officials of Qingliu on weekdays, which can be regarded as highly respected. What's more, the young nobleman who happened to be killed in the palace three days ago was precisely His little granddaughter.

Of course, for Lu He, this is not a coincidence.

He not only knew the relationship between the future Concubine Zheng and the Imperial Physician Zheng, but also knew that Zheng Qiaoer and Tang Yizhi had been childhood sweethearts and had a private life together; Fleeing, going all the way south to join the rebel army, and finally meeting Fu Chenhuan in the south of the Yangtze River, it was also a good story at that time.

Out of professional habits, Lu He has always been very careful when sorting out the world line - no one knows that useful information is hidden in the seemingly inconspicuous gossip.

000 was amazed at this, a few days ago when Lu Heen forcefully "forced" Zheng Qiaoer and Tang Yizhi's relationship, and softly begged this timid and immature girl not to tell what happened in Ziji Palace, he The whole process was full of bewilderment, and I read the world line three times repeatedly before I could barely understand where this source came from.

Well...he should have been familiar with the host's monster-like ability long ago.

Lu He guessed right before, even though he tried his best to intercede for Fu Jia, after three days, Xia Zhi still didn't change his mind at all, and a decree was sent to Ziji Hall at dusk, bluntly saying that if you don't go, I can just randomly assign envoys to search the house.

It is not easy to find someone who dares to speak up to Fu Jia from the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. It is simply a lot of scum who want him to be smashed to pieces.

Lu He was silent for half a stick of incense, and Li Shoude, who delivered the decree, sighed, and was about to say something, when the haggard general bowed his head deeply and raised his hand to accept the decree.

He was in a terrible panic, his paleness seemed to dissipate at any time, the blood stains were hidden on the dark clothes, the sharp chin was sweating, but the hands that caught the yellow scroll were unreasonably stable,

"Sir, obey the order."

"Ah," Li Shoude shook his head, "Your Majesty is really angry, Marquis Weiyuan... you should take care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned and left. Lu He looked at his back thoughtfully, stood up with difficulty, and tidied up the messy court clothes on his body meticulously. Taking a deep breath, he turned back into that heroic and mighty big man again. Xia God of War.

It's just that the hand holding the imperial decree tightly in the sleeve of the robe trembled slightly, until the knuckles turned white.

Teacher... the disciple is incompetent, after all, he will not be able to keep you.

But don't worry, no matter what, Lu He will help you guard the blood of the Fu family... If you have a soul in heaven, please bless that child with peace and joy, with a splendid literary talent, and not fall into the style of the Fu family.

Lu He's mind was so confused that he even forgot to lead his horse when he left the palace. It wasn't until he stumbled into a person at the palace gate and staggered a few steps unsteadily that he recovered from his grief and raised his head. Looking at him, Tang Yizhi looked at him with complicated eyes, completely different from three days ago.

Thinking of Zheng Qiaoer, Lu He couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He managed to gather himself up, pretended nothing happened, raised his head proudly, and walked past Tang Yizhi without saying a word.

What frightened him was that the young servant, who had always been picky about him, didn't attack him this time. Lu He could even clearly feel the deep and unabashed gaze piercing his back. Could it be... what did he know? ?

Impossible, he warned himself not to think about it—Zheng Qiaoer was clearly frightened by him, so she definitely didn't dare to talk nonsense outside, besides, what happened in the deep palace was always kept secret, she had been in the palace for a while, she should know how to behave... …

The distraught general didn't notice that the young talented man behind him had astonishingly bright eyes, clenched his fists, and exhausted all his strength to force himself to stand where he was and did not catch up to question him face to face.

These literati and poets' fiery feelings, weird and romantic ways of thinking, and the generals who are used to fighting and killing, I am afraid that they will not be able to understand it in this life.