"It's you?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled, his eyes like a knife.

The eunuch who rushed out was stunned and swallowed hard. He met Zhao Wujiang's eyes, like the scorching sun, burning him.

Zhao Wujiang exploded the people who had just hidden in the crowd with a simple move, because the hiding people could not allow other eunuchs to read the contents on the note.

Zhao Wujiang wrote the person's appearance into his mind. The smile on his mouth did not depress him, but stuffed the note into the hand of the little eunuch who was kneeling on the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and walked to the distance.

The eunuchs around them were all confused, but they didn't care. Instead, they followed Zhao Wujiang's steps and flatteredly complimented.

When Zhao Wujiang and the others left, the eunuch who was tall and strong slowly stood up. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the clothes behind him had already been wet with cold sweat.

Hidden in the palace for many years, he was exposed for the first time, just a glance or a word.

......

Hall of the Heart, the Emperor's Bedroom.

Zhao Wujiang did not step out of the imperial city to go to the appointment. In his opinion, it is better to be cautious if the person behind the eunuch chief Chen Zhenghua is an enemy but not a friend.

He was sitting on a yellow flower wooden chair at this moment, calm and calm, like Xuanyuan Jing, and lightly clamping the tabletop.

"Dongdongdongdong...Dongdongdong..."

"beep..."

"Dongdong...Dongdongdong..."

Three long and two short, two short and three long.

A breeze hits in the room, a dark blue figure appears, kneeling on one knee to worship:

"A Ersan, pay homage to the emperor...well? Eunuch Zhao!"

Jia 23 is not as strong as Jia 19, but instead gives people a sense of thinness without any strength.

He was about to call him Emperor, but he found that the person sitting upright was in front of him, but he quickly realized that he had heard from Jia Shijiu that there was an additional confidant of the emperor. If the confidant of the emperor summoned him, he could also be sent by the confidant of the emperor.

"You go out of the palace with me!" Zhao Wujiang ordered with a majestic look on his face.

"The old slave's appearance..."

The old face under the mask of Jia Er San appeared to be entangled, and Long Yinwei's appearance was generally not exposed to others' eyes.

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang slowly stood up, stretched out his five long fingers, and four silver needles were clamped with his fingertips:

"Stand and don't move."

He came to Jia Er San's body, and the silver needle slowly penetrated Jia Er San's hair and stuck it on a specific acupoint.

Long Yinwei was loyal and all of them were superb in martial arts. Jia Ersan did not have any unnecessary resistance, but his face under the mask was full of doubts.

But soon, he felt his skin twitching without his control, and the bones on his cheeks were also displaced.

Disguise of magic needles!

It was the long-lost magic needle disguise... Jia Ersan's face was shocked and he soon understood.

The master of superb medical skills can perfectly control the silver needles in the hand.

It can not only cure diseases and save people, but also kill people invisibly, or stimulate the forced outburst of acupuncture points to temporarily change the bone phase and disguise, etc.

He controlled the silver needle so perfectly at a young age. He is worthy of being a confidant. No wonder Jia Shijiu was so serious when he talked to me... Jia Ersan slowly took off his sky-blue mask and showed an old cheek with kind eyebrows:

"Eunuch Zhao's wonderful hand!"

"When you go out, just call me "Young Master." Zhao Wujiang had a handsome eyebrows and slowly went to the outsider.

A respect came from behind:

"yes!"

......

Kyoto.

Wutong courtyard.

Wutong Courtyard is one of the three major places of storm. Compared with the other two places of storm, Wutong Courtyard focuses on a subtle and elegant style.

Therefore, all guests have poetry or books on their belly, and they all look gentle when they raise their hands and feet.

Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan, like young masters and old servants, stepped into the wutong courtyard.

Wutong yard is divided into front yard and back yard.

The front yard is mostly a place for tea surrounds, negotiations, and drinking, while the back yard is a place for in-depth exchanges with the young lady or a young man.

After crossing the twilight layout of the vestibule and missing the girls who were smiling cutely, Zhao Wujiang came to the front yard.

Small tables were scattered among them, and "sculptors" sat at the small table, chanting poems and drinking wine, and attacking the little ladies beside them.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were sharp, and he swept across the crowd. In the southeast corner, he found an old man drinking alone, wearing gorgeous clothes and looking absent-minded.

In the old man's wine glass, several orange-red wolfberry were floating.

Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan walked quickly. He came to the old man's small table, swung the hem of his long gown, and sat on the ground on the soft collapse.

"Someone is there!" The old man's voice was cold.
Chapter completed!