Last night, Wei Jian, who came back with orders from Qinglan County Gu, had just summoned Sasaki and handed over the order to assassinate the scholar. As soon as he went out, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, as if someone had knocked him.
Sap. Then everything went dark and I didn’t know anything.
It was already night when he woke up. Just when he wanted to stand up, he saw that he was tied to a chair and could not move. In the corner of the study, several servants who were usually not good at talking in the mansion were sitting at the table.
There, while eating side dishes, they talked about the loud killing screams outside.
"What are you doing?" Wei Jian knew in his heart that he had been kidnapped. However, the person in front of him was still his servant after all. Therefore, he opened his eyes and shouted at the servants with a stern face:
"Don't you want to cause trouble?"
He thought that after all, these people had not seen much of the world. If he were to be kind and powerful at the same time, maybe these people would be timid for a while and let him go.
However, when he finished shouting at those people angrily, he saw that those three people turned a deaf ear to his threats.
Only one person turned his head, glanced at himself lightly, then turned his head again and continued the topic with the two companions.
Seeing this scene, Wei Jian suddenly understood.
These people, hehe, I'm afraid they have a plan in advance!
Moreover, they are not those fools who steal money and kill people. Looking at their extremely well-disguised faces, Wei Jian immediately thought of the nightingale in His Majesty's hands that made people change their color.
There was silence all night, although Wei Jian tried every means to talk to the nightingale who took turns keeping watch.
But the other party obviously didn't want to pay attention to him. No matter what he said, the other party sat on the chair like a piece of wood, staring at him, motionless.
It wasn't until the next morning that the shouts of death gradually disappeared, and the clear chirping of birds came in from outside. The rising sunlight passed through the thin gaps in the window lattice. The nightingale, who was sitting on the chair and had not slept all night, finally
Breathed a little.
"This brother" Wei Jian suffered all night, and the panic in his heart not only did not disappear, but became even more frightening and uneasy after the nightingale stood up.
The nightingale just glanced at him, then turned around, walked to the makeshift bed made of a desk, and woke up the two sleeping companions.
"They're coming!".
them?
who are they?
Who is coming?
Hearing what the nightingale said to his companions, Wei Jian, who was sitting on the chair, was startled and his expression was extremely frightened. He was so frightened that his back could not help but be soaked with cold sweat.
In Wei Jian's frightened eyes, he saw a nightingale walking to the door, taking out a dagger and hiding behind the door, and asked the person who knocked on the door.
After the two parties exchanged some words that seemed to be code words, Nightingale put away the dagger and opened the door with a creak.
The moment the door opened, a ray of bright and dazzling sunlight came in through the nose door. It just enveloped Wei Jian on the chair.
He raised his hand, blocked his eyes, and squinted his eyes, trying hard to identify who it was from the dazzling light.
An imperial envoy from the imperial court? Or a special envoy from His Majesty?
When the door creaked shut, the sunlight was blocked out.
Wei Jian put down his hand and finally saw the face of the person coming.
"Master Taifu!" Nightingale, whose eyes were as high as her head, actually showed unprecedented respect for this scholar. After they opened the door, they all saluted to the scholar.
"It's you?"
Seeing the calm-looking and slightly thin scholar in front of him, Wei Jian was surprised for a moment.
"You, you are the mysterious future imperial master who was rumored in the court a few days ago?"
As he said this, cold sweat broke out on Wei Jian's forehead.
If the person who came here was an imperial envoy from the imperial court, then he might still survive. After going to Tokyo, he would be within Mr. An's sphere of influence. By then, anything could happen. After all, he has mastered too many secrets.
If those people insist on letting themselves die, then no one should think about it.
Wei Jian believes that with the secrets he holds in his hands, Mr. An will not ignore death.
Oh, even though he doesn't want to save her, it won't be up to him then.
However, this scholar is different. He knows everything about himself. In other words, he has no advantage or value in front of him.
In other words, I am basically a dispensable commodity to this scholar.
Falling into the hands of this person today, Wei Jian was shocked and knew that he would definitely die today.
"Oh, it doesn't look like it?" After the scholar nodded and said hello to the nightingale in the room, he casually pulled up a chair and sat across from him. After receiving the tea handed by the warrior, he glanced at him.
, asked calmly.
"You!" Wei Jian looked at the scholar deeply, took a deep breath, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
After asking this question, Wei Jian seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw the scholar, then looked at him and laughed.
Wei Jian felt ashamed and angry, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.
Yes, I hatched such a big conspiracy yesterday to get rid of this scholar. Now, he is not dead, and he has come to visit me. His intention is self-evident, and he still has to ask why. It’s really funny.
"Are you here to kill me?" Wei Jian stared at Lu Heng and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Lu Heng picked up the tea and took a sip, put down the tea cup, raised his hand, patted the smoke dust on his body, raised his head, glanced at Wei Jian, straightened his gown, and said with a smile: "Just finish singing.
Our side is on stage, you put on such a great show last night, now it’s my turn!"
"Ha, courtesy reciprocates!" The scholar picked up the tea casually, took a sip, and said with a smile.
"I am an official of the imperial court!" Wei Jian stared at Lu Heng and suddenly said this in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Lu Heng nodded, raised his head, stared at him, and said with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "But, so what?"
"You!" Seeing this scholar, he didn't seem to take him seriously at all. Sitting in front of her, he looked like a dead person. Wei Jian saw the sharp look flashing in the scholar's eyes, and he panicked.
He opened his mouth to defend himself and said: "These are all ordered by King Jin and have nothing to do with me!"
"Also, I'm very sorry about what happened last night!" Wei Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, raised his head, with a flash of hope in his eyes, and looked at Lu Heng sincerely.
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"This can't save you!" The scholar was obviously a little impatient. He frowned, looked at Wei Jian with disgust, and said lightly.
"Also, I will go find Prince Jin! So" Lu Heng looked at him with a faint expression. After giving him a quiet look, he shrugged and said, "So, you can go with peace of mind!"
"Wait!" Seeing that the scholar's interest was general and he obviously had no interest in continuing the conversation, Wei Jian turned his head and glanced outside. Seeing that the sun had already risen, he made a deep calculation in his heart.
, suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Heng and called out.
"Since you are going to die, Mr. Lu, can you answer some of Wei's questions so that Wei can understand?" Big drops of sweat on Wei Jian's forehead fell down his cheeks. His whole body was shaking slightly, and he was obviously very frightened.
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After hearing the words, the scholar sat down again. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked at Wei Jian quietly, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay!"
Thus, there was the scene above, the conversation between the two.
Wei Jian kept asking, while Lu Heng answered all questions. Chu Xuliang and Nightingale, who were around, couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw the conversation between the two. It seemed that the relationship between the two was as if they hadn't seen each other for many years.
Like a good friend, we talk patiently. We don’t know whether we are enemies of life or death.
However, as the topic deepened and time passed, in the golden study room where the sun shone, a wisp of light fell on the ground, and the harmonious conversation between the two finally came to an end.
Seeing the scholar getting up and leaving, Wei Jian's eyes were full of horror and he spoke again: "This matter has nothing to do with me. It was ordered by King Jin and Master An. They forced Wei to do this!"
When the scholar heard this, he stood up without hesitation. He picked up the tea stand, turned his head, smiled slightly, and said: "I told you, this news can't save you!"
After saying that, he raised his head and drank all the tea in the cup. He put down the tea cup and turned around.
He reached out and patted Chu Xuliang's shoulder, shook his head, pointed at the ashen Wei Jian behind him, and said to Chu Xuliang: "Kill him!"
Chu Xuliang exclaimed, took a piece of hemp paper from the desk, and walked towards Wei Jian who was tied to the chair with a trembling sound.
"Lu Heng, you can't, you can't kill me! I am the official of the imperial court, the governor of Jiangning, you, you can't kill me!" When he saw Chu Xuliang, holding a kettle and linen paper, walking towards him, he was obviously
He was about to suffocate himself to death. Wei Jian's face was ashen, as if he were crazy, and he screamed at Lu Heng.
His body struggled violently, and the chair he sat on shook.
Lu Heng did not turn his head. When he heard Wei Jian's crazy roar behind him, he stopped, smiled faintly, and said: "Chu Xuliang, send him on his way!"
Chu Xuliang heard the sound, nodded, stretched out a hand, held down the shaking and struggling Wei Jian's head, and put a nose piece of tissue paper on his face. Then Chu Xuliang took a sip of water and moved towards the
Wei Jian's face puffed up.
The wet hemp paper stuck tightly to Wei Jian's face.
Feeling that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, Wei Jian's mind turned pale and his body trembled sharply. Suddenly, a fishy smell filled the air from his crotch.
"Hey, what a weakling!" Chu Xuliang laughed ferociously, raised his hand and pulled out another piece of hemp paper, and was about to stick it on Wei Jian's face again.
At this moment, the study door was suddenly knocked open.
The panting Lu Yushi rushed in from outside.
After seeing Wei Jian who was tied to a chair, with paper on his face, and was so frightened that he was incontinent, Lu Yushi's face changed and he shouted: "Keep this man alive!".