Chapter 44 The crisis approaching quietly

The bright moon hangs high.

Qifeng Palace, the queen's bedroom.

Queen Wang spread out a piece of letter paper and ground the ink stick on the inkstone. Her face turned pink and she felt the breath of memory.

Then she picked up a pen and ink and wrote Juanxiu's handwriting on the letter paper.

【Yonghui six years, Jiachen month, Kuimao day.

I don’t. My king Yan Ning meets Zhao Wujiang again

My heart is very happy

】

Queen Wang sometimes picked up her pen and started writing some ink, sometimes she pursed her lips and smiled softly. In the blink of an eye, the two pieces of paper were filled with writing.

Her red lips opened slightly and she blew the ink.

At this moment, a figure appeared outside the palace door. He lightly knocked on the door and said slowly:

"Miss, the master of the house has a letter."

The voice was old, and there was a touch of respect, a touch of love and a touch of regret in it.

Queen Wang, who originally had a pink smile on her pretty face, lost a lot of color at this moment.

"let it go."

The figure bowed and then disappeared silently.

Queen Wang opened the door and picked up the letter, the bright moonlight swaying in her eyes.

She closed the door and opened the letter. Inside was the familiar handwriting she had not seen for a long time.

She read the letter from home quietly, and the trace of joy that remained in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The contents of the letter turned into sharp knives and pierced her heart fiercely. She smiled miserably, and a pool of autumn water rushed out of her beautiful eyes, dripping to the ground.

"Don't be implicated and take care of yourself"

In Chang'an City, there is a luxurious mansion.

The middle-aged man with squinted eyes and mustache was kneeling on the ground, looking respectfully forward.

If Zhao Wujiang were here, he would definitely recognize this person as the masked man who broke into the prison of the Criminal Department and killed Chen De and silenced him.

"You mean, this secretary named Zhao is a warrior?"

The man in brocade clothes who was sitting on the upper wooden chair said calmly, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. The person kneeling in front of him was a middle-aged man with narrow eyes.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said respectfully:

"That's right, my lord, he should only have a first-level seventh-level martial arts cultivation level. However, Zhao is a treacherous person and used tricks when they met. The villain's cultivation level has been greatly weakened, otherwise he will be killed."

The middle-aged man in his eyes was already a sixth-level martial artist, and he had been raping him for many years.

"Don't make excuses for failure. Remember, there is no next time."

"Yes! I understand."

"Where's the letter?"

"The letter was... shattered by the villain." The middle-aged man looked panicked with narrowed eyes, hesitating and not daring to speak.

"Huh?" The man in brocade looked gloomy.

The middle-aged man carefully considered his words with narrowed eyes and said, "The man named Zhao took advantage of me and snatched the letter from my arms. In my desperation, I was afraid that the information would be leaked, so I had no choice but to crush the letter into pieces.

But I still remember the general content, little man, so I won’t delay the big event!”

He banged his head deep into the ground.

Hearing this, the man in brocade clothes became more and more gloomy.

"waste!"

The man in golden clothes threw a cup and hit the man with narrowed eyes on the head, causing blood to flow out instantly.

"read!"

With squinted eyes, the middle-aged man did not raise his head, but still buried his head, not caring at all about the bright red blood flowing from his head.

"The letter says everything is ready.

The target this time is Queen Wang.

The mission will set off soon, saying they are here to explore something in the Tang Dynasty."

"No more?" the man in brocade asked.

"Your Majesty, that's all. The follow-up situation will gradually improve." The middle-aged man with narrowed eyes said respectfully.

"Okay, let's get down."

"Lord, what should I do with the secretary named Zhao? Should I kill him?"

"Don't worry, the results will be released in the near future. There are many officials inside and outside Shangshu Province, so it is inconvenient to do things. If it is exposed early, the gain outweighs the loss."

"Then how long shall we wait?"

"On the day when the entire imperial examination is over, a "Wedding Banquet" will be held in Qujiang Garden in Chang'an City, and the entire Chang'an City, both dignitaries and ordinary people, will participate.

At that time, when fish and dragons are mixed together, just kill him."

The middle-aged man retreated with narrowed eyes.

The man in brocade clothes kept tapping his fingers on the table, a sneer appearing on his face.

The stars have moved and the moon has dispersed, the twilight has faded, and dawn has just broken in the sky.

Zhao Wujiang's residence.

The wooden door of the residence was gently pushed open, and there was a creak, accompanied by a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

A figure slowly walked into the house.

The crisp sound of metal was the sound of the copper beads that Zhao Wujiang placed on the mechanism yesterday falling to the ground.

It was just dawn and the lights were not lit in the house, so it was pitch black.

In the darkness, Zhao Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the martial arts energy in his body quietly flowed through his limbs.

He hit the carp upright, and then struck out with a palm. The energy in his palm was flowing and surging.

He stretched out a hand in the darkness and struck Zhao Wujiang lightly with his palms. The strong palm force made Zhao Wujiang take several steps back.

There was a soft cry, as if feeling incredible, the figure waved his hand, and lit the lamp with great energy, and the candlelight illuminated the whole room.

"Master Zhao, it's me."

Zhao Wujiang took a closer look and saw that it was Xiao Yuzi.

You want to scare me to death, you ghost. Zhao Wujiang complained in his heart, and was even more surprised. Xiao Yuzi was actually a warrior, and his cultivation level was not low. According to his analysis, he was at least above the sixth level.

At the same time, Xiao Yuzi was also quite surprised. She did not expect that Mr. Zhao was not only highly skilled in medicine but also talented in martial arts.

"Xiao Yuzi, what level of martial arts are you at now?"

"Hey, I'm almost at the fifth level. Thanks to my godfather for teaching me the "Sunflower Book", I'm progressing so fast."

Xiao Yuzi’s godfather is Wen Yong, the great master!

Zhao Wujiang sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it down, and asked casually: "How long have you been practicing?"

"A little more than a year, almost a year and a half." Xiao Yuzi thought for a moment and said seriously.

Damn it, you are such a fucking genius. Zhao Wujiang is shocked that he will reach the fifth level of cultivation in just one and a half years!

It is difficult for ordinary people to get into martial arts. Even if they do, it takes several years to advance to each level. It is rare in ancient times for martial artists to progress as fast as Xiao Yuzi.

"Oh, I almost forgot about business." Xiao Yuzi patted her head, "The emperor and the others are waiting for you in the imperial study."
Chapter completed!