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General Zhennan was extremely amazing in martial arts. He actually lost to the leader of the Qianlong Sect in a short battle?

Who is this leader? Zhao Wujiang was confused and frightened at the same time. He found this token in Sun Yiku's secret room and the same token in Chen Anbang's mansion. Could it be that the Qianlong Sect has penetrated into the court?

Qianlong is in the abyss? Could it be that Qianlong Sect has the intention to rebel? Is Sun Yiku's letter really written to the leader of the Qianlong Sect? Or is it written to the rest of the people, and there is only a slight intersection with the Qianlong Sect?

Zhao Wujiang's thoughts surged in an instant. The Great Xia Dynasty had already been undercurrents in the court alone. Now it seems that the world is not peaceful...

"Mr. Zhao, go back, the fire is about to spread..." Xiao Feng looked solemn, and he also thought of many possibilities:

"It seems that Sun Yi has received the news in advance...

I hope the brothers guarding the imperial city can catch this thief..."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, grabbed the broken letter paper and the Qianlong Order, and retreated. The remaining medicine children in the Imperial Hospital were arranged to extinguish the fire in order to prevent burning the stacked medicinal materials and prescriptions.

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Most of the hour later, Zhao Wujiang and Xiao Feng searched the entire Imperial Hospital, but did not find Sun Yiku's figure. At the same time, the imperial guards guarding outside the imperial city did not find the suspicious figure.

Their only gains were the small piece of paper and Qianlong Order found in the secret room, as well as the eight medicine boxes containing Loulan Guworms found in the Medicine Pavilion.

"This thief runs so fast!"

Xiao Feng's face was angry, and he was not as difficult as he imagined, and everything was too smooth.

Sun Yi was like a gecko's tail broke. He did nothing, but burned some evidence and chose to save his life and leave.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing." Zhao Wujiang understood Xiao Feng's mood at this moment, which was a feeling of "If I take off my pants, just show me this?"

He said lightly:

"Without encountering too much resistance, the Imperial Army brothers can be spared from too many casualties, and the Imperial Hospital can retain its foundation to the greatest extent."

"It's reasonable, it's reasonable, it's like a punch in the air..." Xiao Feng patted his head, a little annoyed.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:

"Let's go, go back and report!"

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After reporting on the situation, Zhao Wujiang was about to tell the empress about the letter he found in Chen Anbang's residence, but the empress was driven out.

The empress said that she had many worries and wanted to take a shower and change her clothes. She ordered Zhao Wujiang to leave the imperial city quickly and not to step back until dark.

She was worried that Zhao Wujiang shouldn't have watched it again, so she drove Zhao Wujiang out directly.

Don't you just take a shower? As for driving me so far? I haven't seen it before... Zhao Wujiang, who walked out of the imperial city and was about to return to his mansion, complained in his heart.

Back at Xingqing Courtyard, Zhao Wujiang stood at the gate and stared at the bronze bell, looking at the stone lion in front of the door, which was covered in wind and frost.

After half a cup of tea, he blinked his eyelids, defeated him and pushed the door in.

Xingqing Courtyard is a bit cold, after all, there are few people living in such a large house.

The empress has been rewarding the house to Zhao Wujiang for some time, but Zhao Wujiang basically stayed overnight in the side hall of Yangxin Palace.

It was only in the past few days that Li Yuanzheng lived in the west wing room in Xingqing Courtyard that this house became a little popular.

Zhao Wujiang was wearing a black ink robe with silver-edged cloud patterns embroidered at the cuffs. He put his hands together between his sleeves and walked leisurely into the courtyard.

There were too many things in the past two days, which made him feel a little tired.

After entering the courtyard three times, Zhao Wujiang came to the inner hall and admired the ancient and elegant courtyard. Suddenly his ears moved.

Some people step on the rubble and white walls, and there are sounds of breaking through the air.

He looked up and saw a woman standing coldly above the eaves of the hall.

The woman was dressed in white, with a fluttering belt, and a large piece of blood was stained on her chest. Her exquisite face was pale and covered with evil spirits. Her head was like a waterfall and was tied up by a simple black silk and hung to her delicate buttocks.

At this moment, the woman was staring at Zhao Wujiang coldly, holding a three-foot green edge in her hand, raising her hand and pointing her sword tip to Zhao Wujiang.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wujiang asked at the same time as the woman.

"You are injured." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled gently:

"It's very serious injury!"

"Get out!" The woman held the green breeze in her hand, her face as if it was frost:

"If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

The monk Zhao Wujiang was confused. He looked around and found that the woman was the only one, and he couldn't help but say funny:

"Woman, your wound is bleeding all the time, why don't you stop the bleeding first?

Besides, this is my mansion. Do you break into my mansion and ask me to get out?

There are no such rules in the world, right?”

The beautiful woman was stunned. This mansion was the place her senior brother told her. The senior brother said that the owner of the mansion was quite outstanding. Such a mansion was definitely not something that ordinary people could have.

She snorted angrily:

"A little man, how could you own such a mansion?

Don’t want to deceive this heroine, look at the sword!”
Chapter completed!