He Ming nodded: "Mr. Qi from the palace sent me a message saying that he sprained his foot during dance practice and asked you to go to Qi Qing Palace to have a look. But you said you were not free this morning and just asked Sister Yun Wu to go and have a look.

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"Is Yunwu back?" Hong Gong asked.

He Ming tilted his head and thought, slightly confused: "Yes, half a day has passed. Why hasn't Sister Yun Wu come back yet? Is Mr. Qi so seriously injured?"

"Get ready and go to the palace to have a look."

Hong Gong ordered, "Anyway, Mr. Qi is preparing a dance for the palace banquet at the end of the year. If he is delayed due to a foot injury, I will be punished if the superiors hold me accountable."

"Oh, okay."

He Ming responded and turned around to prepare the carriage and horses, but he was muttering in his heart.

It's only September, and it's still early for the New Year's Eve banquet! Why did the host suddenly change his mind?

He Ming muttered and left, leaving Hong Gong alone to look in the direction where Yan Qing left, his nails clenched on the door frame, his eyes dark.

Outside the Hong Family Medical Clinic, Si Zhi paused slightly, turned around, looked at the signboard of the Eye Clinic, and asked Yan Qing: "What did you say to Mr. Hong?"

When the two of them came out just now, Hong Gong looked at him with eyes that were not friendly at all.

Yan Qing opened the curtain and got into the carriage: "Aren't you outside listening?"

Si Zha climbed into the car knowingly and said with a smile: "I'm not as sharp as a martial artist like the General. I can hear other people's whispers through walls."

"Oh."

Yan Qing sneered and retorted, "In that case, what's the point of following you?"

"I wanted to go inside and keep a close eye on him, but the general refused?"

Si Zhan was not annoyed by Yan Qing's secret mockery of his uselessness. He leaned against the wall of the car, folded his hands and closed his eyes to rest, "Besides, the general has many methods. Even if he keeps watching for twelve hours, he may not be able to prevent it."

The existence of "Zhu." is just to remind the general to think twice before taking action."

Yan Qing glanced at Si Xi, lowered his eyes, and twirled his fingertips lightly: "I just said something I shouldn't have said, so what do you think?"

Si Zha raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes moved around Yan Qing, landed on the top of the carriage, and sighed slowly: "Although General, you are now convinced that you are still useful to us, we will not really be cruel.

So a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. But you also have to know that people like us are both patient and impatient. You can try it once and I will play with you, but if it happens too many times, who can say for sure? You can't bet.

You think the bottom line for people like us is right?"

Yan Qing pursed her lips, rubbed her fingers together, and suddenly sneered: "That's right, you guys have no bottom line, no matter how hard I try, I can't get to the bottom of it."

Si Zha closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "If you had realized this earlier, we wouldn't have had so many conflicts."

"Huh. Conflict? I have no conflict with you."

Yan Qing flipped his wrist, took out a small lancet and played with it in his hand. His lowered gaze swept across Si Zhan's neck, "Since we met, I have had the same attitude towards you."

Si Zhan was happy. He sat up, put his elbows on his legs, bent his back, turned his peach blossom eyes upward, stared at Yan Qing from bottom to top, and grinned: "You want my life. Yes.

Because I detained Mrs. Hou?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, he just pressed his eyelids and looked at Si Xi coldly.

"Well, although I didn't do this myself, I did order someone to do it."

Si Zhan seemed to have compromised and avoided Yan Qing's sight. He stretched out his hands and put them behind his head. He leaned back against the wall of the car and stared up at the roof of the car. However, he glanced at Yan Qing out of the corner of his eye.

A smile with no meaning, "Actually, I also predicted for myself that I won't live long. If you can survive after the incident, you can take our head."

Yan Qing wiped the blade of the blade with his hand for a moment, then raised his eyes to look over, only to see that Si Zhan had closed his eyes: "It's a big taboo for fortune tellers to predict for themselves."

Si Zhan sighed: "So maybe this is retribution!"

As for what retribution is, Si Zhi didn't say clearly, and Yan Qing guessed that it was a short life, but Si Zhi didn't intend to say more, and she didn't have much interest in asking.

The carriage passed through the long street and stopped at the intersection of Zhengnan Street. Si Zhi got off the carriage.

"I have already told the general what I need to say. As for whether the general will listen or not, I can't do anything."

After Si Zhan said this to Yan Qing, he turned around and walked up the bluestone on Zhengnan Street, but stopped after two steps, turned around and said, "By the way, this month, I will still have to bother the general."

After that, Si Zhicai walked towards Zhengnan Street without looking back.

The driver turned around and asked Yan Qing: "Miss, where are we going next?"

Yan Qing frowned, lightly wiped the blade of the knife twice with his thumb, and put the knife back into its sheath: "Go back home."

Zhengnan Street, Prince Su's Mansion.

When the concierge saw that Si Zha was carelessly heading towards Prince Su's Palace, he was so excited that the sleepyhead was scared away. He hurriedly turned his head and looked outside the gate of the palace. The Yulin Army sent by the emperor to guard the gate of Prince Su's Palace was about to give Si Xi

He winked, but Si Zhan seemed to be lost. He looked around, rubbed his head and left again.

As soon as Si Zha left, the concierge breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around, he saw that no one was paying attention to him. The concierge immediately quietly retreated into the house and hurriedly ran towards the main courtyard.

"I know, let's go down."

After receiving the report from the concierge, Wen Zhemao sat in the study, staring at a landscape painting hanging on the wall in silence.

This landscape painting was painted by the former dynasty Guo Xu'an. It is not a famous painting, and not many people have even heard of this name.

People today are familiar with his descendant, Guo Youning, Marquis of Zhenbei.

After about a cup of tea, the landscape painting waiting for him suddenly began to tremble, and he lifted the canvas with one hand.

Behind the canvas is a dark corridor.

Si Zhan got out from behind the canvas, and the stone door closed behind him, blending into the wall of the study. The canvas covered it, leaving no trace at all.

"Did she pass on the message?"

Wen Zhemao asked in a gloomy voice.

Si Zhi went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea, then said: "We are still together, let's see what Hong Gong thinks."

"Oh, that woman probably wishes Qin Zhen was dead."

Wen Zhemao twirled the ring on his thumb mockingly, "The third brother's people have no contact with Yan Qing again?"

"Not yet."

Si Zhan was a little dissatisfied with Wen Zhemao's arbitrary judgment of a person, but thinking of his virtue, he didn't bother to talk to him. He just replied matter-of-factly, "Mrs. Hou is in our hands. No matter how courageous Yan Qing is, she can't do it."

When interacting with Prince Duan’s people, the most you can do is to remind the people around the emperor from a side perspective.”

"If she didn't do that, it wouldn't be in line with the Yan family's die-hard loyalty."
Chapter completed!