The wooden sword is very rough,

If it weren't for the very obvious hilt and one-third of the blade at the tip, anyone who saw it at first sight would definitely think it was a relatively sharp stick.

However, people who often use swords can also see that the person who sharpened this sword was very careful. Although it is a semi-finished product, it has a look.

At this time,

Guarding the small road outside Zhao Zheng's bedroom, he bowed slightly when he saw the young man. Ji Kong, who was holding a wooden sword, also nodded slightly to show his return.

There are no more unnecessary actions.

after,

Jikong came to a relatively wide place and held the wooden sword motionless. However, the wooden sword in his hand was not moved intentionally or unintentionally.

Aiming at the position three inches in front of the man in black!

Intuition told the man in black that as long as he dared to show a hint of murderous intent or wanted to get close to Gong Zizheng's bed,

That rough wooden sword will definitely appear in front of him!

"It must be a coincidence."

Thinking for a long time,

The man in black gathered his energy to the extreme and retreated quietly. While looking at Jikong warily,

Quickly move in the other direction.

but,

When the man in black just stood still and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his pupils instantly shrank into a vertical line——

The wooden sword in Jikong's hand was changed from his right hand to his left hand at some point, but the position pointed by the wooden sword was still in the direction of the man in black!

And this time,

The wooden sword was aimed at his heart.

Although there is no power fluctuation in Jikong's body, nor is there any qi movement,

But the man in black could still feel that if he made any change, the wooden sword would definitely pierce his heart with lightning speed.

"who is he?"

"Why haven't we received any news before that there are such masters around Gong Zizheng?"

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on the forehead of the man in black, but now he did not dare to relax at all, for fear of accidentally confessing here.

As for the small roads,

He glanced at Jikong curiously and stopped paying attention to him, because Zhao Zheng trusted him very much.

He also knew that this young man was a disciple of Wei Guochao's top swordsman, and he might be very strong.

As a disciple of the swordsman,

Is it reasonable to get up in the middle of the night to practice swordplay?

Moreover, his adoptive father often told him not to inquire about things that he should not inquire about on his own. In this deep palace that eats people without spitting out their bones, it is easy to lose your life if you know too much.

A night without words,

When a white fish belly appeared on the horizon and the world fell into the darkest darkness before dawn, a slight noise suddenly came from Zhao Zheng's bed.

Subsequently,

The wooden sword in Jikong's hand swung back slightly by three inches. At the moment when he turned his attack into defense, the man in black hiding in the shadow disappeared into the shadow like a ghost.

At this time,

Xiao Luzi approached the door of Zhao Zheng's bedroom and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you awake?"

"Come in!"

Hearing Zhao Zheng's voice, Xiao Luzi responded quickly, then entered the room to help Zhao Zheng change clothes, and then opened the window to let the room breathe.

While he was combing Zhao Zheng's hair, Zhao Zheng looked out the window and said lightly: "When did he get up?"

He, of course, refers to Jikong.

"About two-quarters of an hour after the master went to bed last night, Lord Jikong got up and stayed there all night. The servant thought that Lord Jikong was practicing swordplay, so he didn't dare to disturb him."

Zhao Zheng looked surprised and said: "You haven't moved all night?"

"Returning to the master, Lord Jikong did not move, but the wooden sword in his hand moved. At first, the wooden sword pointed at the southwest corner, and after two quarters of an hour, it pointed at the northwest corner, and it has not moved since then."

Hearing the words,

Zhao Zheng glanced in both directions, and then asked calmly: "You didn't sleep all night last night?"

"The servants in the mansion are all transferred from the palace. Without screening, the slaves are worried and dare not let them guard the master."

Xiaoluzi concentrated on combing Zhao Zheng's hair and said casually.

Zhao Zheng naturally knows this,

In the palace, from the king and the queen mother to the concubines and princes, there is no one with any status who does not have a few pairs of eyes around them.

Most of the people who can serve as servants in the palace are poor people, but none of them are fools, because fools will not live long in the palace!

Because of poverty,

So as long as you give them a little benefit, they dare to do anything!

Especially when word spreads that Zhao Zheng is moving out, Lu Buwei will definitely go to the palace to select servants. God knows how many of those servants have been bribed!

After hearing this, Zhao Zheng smiled slightly and said, "You are quite careful."

"Master, when the slave came, the adoptive father had already told the slave that the master would be the slave's heaven from now on."

Xiaoluzi grinned as he spoke: "My foster father has heard a lot and seen a lot. Although he is illiterate, he speaks very clearly. He said these words for the sake of the slave's life."

"Yesterday, the king issued an urgent order, which made my adoptive father's eyes red. He took the slave and told him that from now on, the slave's life will be tied to the master. When the master gives birth, the slave..."

Speaking of which,

Xiaoluzi suddenly woke up, knelt down on the ground with a panic look, and kowtowed heavily:

"Master, spare your life. This slave only has one life. How dare you be tied to your master's life?"

"It's a slave who speaks indiscriminately and doesn't know what's good or bad. Please forgive me, Master!!!"

Said,

Xiao Luzi kowtowed his head with a bang.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zheng chuckled and said, "I have no intention of blaming you."

"I thank my master for not killing me."

The pale-faced Xiaoluzi quickly stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, wiped his hands vigorously on his body, and then continued to comb Zhao Zheng's hair.

"Little road."

"The slave is here, what are your orders from the master?"

"From now on, please call me Young Master, Master. It sounds uncomfortable to hear Master."

Xiaoluzi's movements froze, tears welling up in his eyes, then he wiped his eyes again, and then choked with sobs and said: "I obey my orders."

"Nothing to do today, you go to the palace to choose some people, change the people outside, and bring your master here by the way. From now on, you two will follow orders closely!"

"I thank you, Master."

…

at the same time,

Zhangtai Palace!

"Your Majesty, the person sent to protect Gong Zizheng last night has returned. He is outside, but... his condition seems a little bad?"

Ying Zichu put down the memorial in his hand: "Xuan!"

soon,

A man wearing black clothes, with a special token hanging from his waist, but with a face as pale as paper walked in. He did not kneel down, but clasped his fists with his hands and performed a Jianghu salute.

Said loudly: "Qiu Yi has met King Qin!"

"What's going on?"

"King Qin, what's going on is chattering and drawing lots... Please take a look, King Qin."

After Qiu Yi finished explaining everything, he directly pulled off his clothes and exposed the left half of his chest.

On the left side of his heart, between the two rib strips, there was a blood bag the size of the thumb of his little finger!

"I didn't notice anything unusual before. It wasn't until I returned to the palace that I discovered that King Qin, that young man was hiding his cultivation and lurking around Gong Zizheng. I had to be on guard!"

Hearing the words,
Chapter completed!