There was silence in the courtyard, and several imperial doctors did not talk to each other at the moment. They had a mind to stay out of the matter.
Although there were speculations in mind, these people in the yard were still suspected of committing the crime.
Even if Concubine Duan checks these people who are brought from the capital, they may still be planted in secret.
"Huo An..."
"The slave is here!"
"Ask Wang Zong to dispatch a team of guards to interrogate all the slaves serving in the courtyard!"
"As you command!"
Xu Hong's continuous incompetence in doing things made Zhao Yanxun no longer trust him, so he asked Wang Zong to handle the matter.
As Zhao Yanxun issued this order, nearly twenty maids and eunuchs in the courtyard were all guarded by the guards.
The circles under his eyes were full of worry, but Zhao Yanxun had no time to be upset, he had to comfort Huang Rongrong first.
As the sun set, Wang Zong's interrogation of the maids and eunuchs came to an end, but nothing was found in the end.
It can be said that all the clues to the assassin's case have been cut off at this point, and there is no possibility of further investigation.
In fact, in Zhao Yanxun's eyes, there were only a few people who could instigate the murderer behind the scenes.
It is possible that the prince and the queen, and even those civil servants who hate Concubine Duan for interfering in politics, may have murderous intentions.
As night falls, all the hustle and bustle returns to silence, and many people in the palace are unable to sleep.
Especially those guards who saw Zhao Yanxun killing zombies during the day, as long as they closed their eyes, that bloody and tragic scene would appear in their minds.
Fortunately, the night passes quickly, and when the sun rises again, a new day comes.
Zhao Yanxun had just stood up and finished washing when he heard Lin Quan reporting outside that the royal family chief Zhou Chengping had arrived.
Zhao Yanxun knew the purpose of Zhou Chengping's visit without even meeting anyone. This guy was definitely here to persuade him to go down the mountain.
Zhao Yanxun walked out of the door, and Zhou Chengping was waiting in the courtyard, wearing official uniform and looking dignified.
"Meet Your Highness!"
After signaling Zhou Chengping to waive the courtesy, Zhao Yanxun asked: "Zhou Changshi, why are you here?"
"Your Highness, you have been on the mountain for two days, it's time to go down to Yuanyang!"
In fact, there was no need for Zhou Chengping to specially invite him. Zhao Yanxun already had the idea of going down the mountain. After all, he had spent enough time in Wolong Temple.
"Well, that makes sense!" After saying this, Zhao Yanxun said to Lin Quan beside him: "Go and give the order, we will go down the mountain in an hour!"
"Yes!" Lin Quan responded and immediately sent the order.
Seeing Zhao Yanxun being so straightforward, Zhou Chengping was a little surprised.
"Zhou Changshi, before going down the mountain, I want you to see something!" Zhao Yanxun said with a smile.
I don’t know what kind of medicine Zhao Yanxun sells in his gourd, but as long as Zhao Yanxun is willing to go down the mountain with him, Zhou Chengping is willing to play with him.
"My lord, I wonder what you are looking at?"
"You'll know in a minute!" Zhao Yanxun smiled evilly.
Then he summoned a guard, and after whispering to the other party, the guard left.
Next, no matter how Zhou Chengping tried to insinuate himself, he could not get a word out of Zhao Yanxun's mouth.
The two chatted for a while in the yard. Zhao Yanxun was calm and relaxed, but Zhou Chengping couldn't help but be distracted.
After about half an hour, the guards who had just left rushed over.
"Your Majesty, you are ready!" the guard said, kneeling on one knee.
Zhao Yanxun nodded and then said to Zhou Chengping in front of him: "Let's go... Zhou Changshi!"
Following Zhao Yanxun, Zhou Chengping always felt a little flustered.
Soon they came to a small courtyard, where a double sentry post was arranged, and the defense was even stronger than that of Zhao Yanxun's residence.
"Your Highness, this is..."
"Zhou Changshi, go in first!" Zhao Yanxun raised his hand and motioned for Zhou Chengping to step forward.
Seeing Zhou Chengping's hesitation, Zhao Yanxun's expression became more kind and said: "Please!"
After a few breaths of silence, Zhou Chengping took steps and stepped into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered the gate, he saw more than twenty guards standing inside. There was a square object in the center of the yard, covered with a huge black cloth.
Stopping, Zhou Chengping asked: "Your Highness, do you want me to see this?"
"That's right, go ahead!" Zhao Yanxun said with a smile.
Seeing this smile, Zhou Chengping felt more and more uncertain, but he still turned around and faced the thing covered with black cloth.
The guards around him had expressionless faces, and Zhou Chengping couldn't find any useful information.
Under Zhao Yanxun's gaze, he could only approach the black cloth step by step. At this moment, he could vaguely hear a low roar coming from the black cloth.
A beast? But what’s so good about a beast?
When Zhou Chengping turned around, Zhao Yanxun signaled him to turn around.
But when Zhou Chengping turned his head, the black cloth in front of him was instantly pulled away, and a wooden cage appeared in front of him.
At this moment, he was only half a step away from the cage, and Zhou Chengping could clearly see that there was a person locked inside.
To be precise, he was a monk, but his face was covered in blood and his body was stained with blood...
Before Zhou Chengping could take a closer look, the monk in the cage suddenly raised his head under the sunlight and let out an extremely harsh roar.
"roar……"
The bloody air rushed towards his face, and the monk rushed towards Zhou Chengping with all his strength, extending his sharp claws to skin him alive.
After all, Zhou Chengping was a civil servant, so he had seen such battles. After being frightened, he took several steps back out of instinctive reaction.
Panting heavily, Zhou Chengping was in a state of embarrassment, and the horror in his eyes could not be greater.
In fact, Zhou Chengping did not collapse on the ground. For a scholar like him, he was extremely courageous.
The zombie in the cage was still flopping around, but the cage made by the guards was extremely strong, and it was impossible for him to escape.
Slowly walking to Zhou Chengping's side, Zhao Yanxun asked with a smile: "Zhou Changshi, are you okay?"
No matter how well-mannered Zhou Chengping was, he couldn't help but curse in his heart at this moment, but on the surface he didn't have an attack.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what is going on??"
Zhao Yanxun did not answer, but pointed at the zombie in the cage and said: "Zhou Changshi...have you ever seen this kind of monster?"
"Monster? How can this be a monster? This is obviously a monk!"
Zhao Yanxun did not explain, but slowly walked to the front of the cage and took out the saber from the waist of the guard on the side.
Turning around with the knife, Zhao Yanxun said with a smile: "You are right, he was a monk half a month ago and was responsible for the management of the forbidden area in the back mountain..."
"But now, he has become a monster that has lost the sense of pain, has no soul, and wants to eat human flesh and blood..."
As he continued talking, the smile on Zhao Yanxun's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became colder.
The crazy and bloodthirsty monks, the indifferent guards around him, and the murderous Zhao Yanxun... everything looks so terrifying.
Zhou Chengping was frightened for a moment when he saw Zhao Yanxun slowly raising the edge of the knife and slowly stabbing the frantic monk in the cage.
The tip of the knife was close, but the monk had no intention of avoiding it. He just kept roaring and baring his teeth and claws in an attempt to escape from the cage.
Just like that, Zhou Chengping watched helplessly as the tip of the knife pierced the monk's chest, and a stream of black blood overflowed.
What shocked Zhou Chengping even more was that the monk who was stabbed by the knife looked like a normal person at this moment, still showing bloodthirsty eyes, baring his teeth and claws, trying to choose someone to devour.
Quickly drawing the knife, Zhao Yanxun handed the knife to the guard and slowly walked to Zhou Chengping.
But Zhou Chengping did not look at Zhao Yanxun, his eyes were fixed on the monk who was still jumping around at this moment.
