When Zhang Shaoliang walked into Luo Ling's side hall, he looked unhappy.
Luo Ling and Black Panther were both in the room, but Yuwen Haoyu had not arrived yet.
"What happened? What should I do if I urgently summoned me to the palace? Where is Yu?"
Hearing Zhang Shaoliang asked a little impatiently, the blind man could feel that Zhang Shaoliang was not in a good mood. Luo Ling thought, if he didn't want to say it, even if he asked, he wouldn't be sure to say it, maybe it was like last time again.
I was so angry that I didn't plan to ask more questions.
"Yu will come over soon, let's sit first."
Luo Ling said that when they were preparing to discuss matters, they often sent out the palace servants in the room, so Zhang Shaoliang is here now, and Luo Ling has to come forward and make tea for him.
"You sit down and I'll do it myself."
Zhang Shaoliang said, while raising his hand, he pressed the kettle that Luo Ling picked up, and poured a cup of tea himself.
"Have you found out what news recently? No one has any news about Qingyi who is locked in the prison, or is planning to rescue him?"
Luo Ling asked, and saw Zhang Shaoliang glance at her thoughtfully, then said, "I know that I don't need to worry about these things, but if I don't know, I will think more, but you told me,
I can only let go.”
Yuwen Haoyu has been very angry recently. He actually colluded with Zhang Shaoliang and did not tell her many things, saying that she is old and should not think too much, and should take care of her baby.
Now that Feng Yin is there, she will make trouble for something from time to time. Yuwen Haoyu was plagued by assassins because of the tribute of the "magic medicine" a few years ago. How could she feel at ease?
"It's true that there is no movement, but it's better for you to see Feng Yin, a woman, to be careful not to have physical contact with her."
Zhang Shaoliang wasn't really worried that Luo Ling was scratched or something. When he walked here, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, he was afraid that Feng Yin's previous words were just a cover, his real purpose,
I wanted to use this seemingly unintentional to get his blood.
How could jewelry and other jewelry, especially those of royal nobles, be so sharp that it seems to have barbs? When he was confused, he carefully checked his wounds. He was originally alert to himself.
Have you been poisoned? After all, there is a poison jar like Xiling Jinli in front of you. Don’t say that he can touch you, even if he doesn’t touch you, he can wait for an opportunity to poison you.
After carefully observing the wound, I saw a small piece of flesh and blood drawn out by a sharp thing, which was almost invisible. If something like a barb was not embedded in the flesh and was pulled out again, why was it so strange to look back?
Wound.
If Feng Yin really designed to take away his blood, he would probably have to be more careful in the future. Feng Yin grew up in the frontier, and there was a Miaojiang clan who was proficient in witchcraft on the frontier. That woman would inevitably not exaggerate anything.
Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoliang was very uneasy. He had nothing to do with Feng Yin. If Feng Yin wanted to harm Luo Ling, he would not come to him. But since he came to him, he must have thought of something that could use him to hurt Luo Ling.
Method...
"Shaoliang?Shaoliang?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Luo Ling was calling him. When he looked up, he saw Luo Ling looking at him nervously.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you go to the couch in the side hall to rest for a while. When Yu comes, I'll call you."