God, old man, I was wrong. I will never say that you have no conscience, no morals, despicable, shameful, and cunning. In fact, you still have some conscience. At least at important moments, you know how to sympathize with me.
The little girl.【】
While Zhong Qingye was confessing in his heart, he quietly crouched beside the small door like a ghost, waiting for the unlucky soldier to stagger over, quickly glanced at the person, and suddenly stretched out his hand.
Cover his mouth and pull hard.
Before the unlucky soldier could understand what was going on, he only felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and then there was a chill in his neck, and severe pain spread instantly.
Zhong Qingye covered his mouth tightly, and pulled away with his right hand without any mercy. The sharp dagger immediately tore a long, narrow and deep wound on the man's soft neck.
Zhong Qingye stretched out his leg and kicked the man's knee socket. The man instinctively fell forward. The blood on his neck immediately dripped on the green grass. The lantern fell to the ground. The contrast between red and green illuminated by the faint warm yellow candlelight was as strong as
Knife, the air was suddenly filled with a faint smell of blood.
It wasn't until the man's body went from convulsing to calming down and the blood in his neck gradually stopped that Zhong Qingye released the hand covering his mouth, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly peeled off his armor.
Is this called the power of tying a chicken with your hands?
The old man of God sitting in the void: "..."
Half a minute later, the half-closed door suddenly opened, and a young "man" wearing a soldier's uniform, holding a lantern in one hand and a long knife in the other, walked out unsteadily, as if he had been drunk, and staggered towards the door.
Go forward.
No one knew that in just a few minutes, the original owner of the clothes had passed away. The impostor Zhong Qingye imitated the man's movements and boldly walked towards the light.
(Second) The emperor’s palace!
The second one can be taken down because someone set fire to Yeluxie's Chengxian Palace. The intensity of the fire that day meant that even if it didn't burn them all, there probably wouldn't be many good things left inside. It's not worth mentioning at all.
Qingye made a special trip.
Therefore, the goal of this treasure hunting plan is very clear, heading towards the Royal Study Room!
Zhong Qingye smiled very forbearingly, even temporarily ignoring the bulky armor that smelled faintly of blood and alcohol, and swayed all the way towards the target.
If she remembered correctly, the location of Dongshang's imperial study room was similar to that of Northern Qi, both directly south of the palace. It seemed that people in this world, like people in Zhong Qingye's original world, knew how to use Feng Shui to arrange the direction of the room.
Facts have proved that although the method of fooling around with others is old-fashioned and bloody, the results are surprisingly good. There are so many rebels this time that it is impossible for all the soldiers to know each other, so don’t keep talking, Zhong Qing
Ye didn't need to be afraid of being discovered at all, he walked with a swagger, and headed straight towards the royal study room with high spirits.
Not long after, she approached the area around the imperial study. The moment she stepped into the surrounding garden, Zhong Qingye clearly noticed that the vigilance was much stronger. Just the number of people patrolling, coming and going, made people feel dizzy.
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Zhong Qingye frowned in confusion.
The imperial study is not a bedroom. Liu Yi, Su Ze or Yelu Ping are not the kind of studious and humble people. Although there is a resting room in the study, Zhong Qingye can't even think about it with his knees. They will never leave a big rest room.
If you don’t live in the palace, you have to choose a study room to rest.
Since the capitals of the three major rebels do not live here, and there is nothing important in the imperial study, is it necessary to send so many people to guard it? It is almost midnight, but these people are still on steroids
active.
Is it possible that there is something good hidden in this study that cannot be lost? Does it need someone to guard it all night long?
While Zhong Qingye pondered, he adjusted his walking direction without leaving any trace, pretending to be on patrol, and walked unsteadily towards the other side.
As for the guard situation in this study, she thought that the possibility of someone sneaking in was not very high, but it was very likely that they would be discovered. Thanks to that guy Yeluxie, she knew everything about the situation of these rebels. If she was asked casually by others,
She couldn't answer any question. The possibility of being discovered was too high.
Being discovered before getting the baby is really frustrating for Zhong Qingye, so she will never let this happen. It doesn't matter, if there are no big roads, there are small roads, if there are no dirt roads, there are waterways. All roads lead to Rome.
, why do you have to focus on one route?
After wandering around for a while and making a big circle, Zhong Qingye gave full play to her acting skills that could make people vomit blood, and successfully circled back to the study room without anyone noticing.
There are people guarding the back as well. On the side, there is a palace wall. It is different from the short palace walls of other palaces. For safety reasons, this palace wall is seven or eight meters high. However, there is something wrong with the wall.
There was a big, thick and strong tree.
Zhong Qingye wanted to take apart what was inside Yeluxie's head. After building such a high wall, why did he leave such a big tree behind? Doesn't this mean he supports others to climb trees?
Sure enough, that guy's brain is different from normal people.
Zhong Qingye took off his bulky armor in a blind spot and revealed his black outfit again. He climbed up as fast as a monkey while grumbling in his heart.
Basically, she didn't encounter any problems. Zhong Qingye could move up and down flexibly on a bamboo pole that was only as thick as a girl's wrist. In her eyes, a large tree of this size was no different from a directly erected staircase, so it took almost no effort.
, she climbed along the leafy branches of the big tree to the roof of the imperial study room.
Lying on the delicate glazed tiles, Zhong Qingye once again expressed his difficulty in understanding Yeluxie's mind.
Stepping on the tiles, she had to slow down her movements, groping forward bit by bit. She stopped when she estimated that the position was about the same, quietly lifted up a tile, and went down through the gap.
Very good, bid again.
Under the tiles is the main room of the study. The room is lit with bright candlelight, and the furnishings are intact as before. It seems that it has not been looted.
A man in white clothes sat directly below Zhong Qingye, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was doing. His long black hair was flowing down like water, on his shoulders, behind him, and on his snow-white robe, covering it.