I have never seen this kind of drug before, but the assassin, who had lost too much blood, couldn't care about anything else at this time.
Gritting his teeth, he took off the clothes on his shoulders, and with trembling hands, he poured out the yellow-white medicinal powder in the bottle.
To his surprise, this weird wound medicine was surprisingly effective. After the powder was poured on his shoulder, within a few breaths, the bleeding wound stopped.
"It's amazing!" Just when the assassin poured out some medicinal powder and put it under his nose to smell it, the scholar's slightly triumphant voice came from the room.
"Why are you helping me?" The assassin's voice was hoarse, like gold and iron rubbing against each other, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
The scholar inside sighed, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Because I researched this medicine myself. I have always wanted to find someone to test it, but no one is willing. You are lucky today, and you happened to be injured.
, just let me try this medicine to see if it works!"
The scholar's answer made the assassin almost faint.
He was furious, but he lost too much blood and felt weak.
He reluctantly grabbed the sword thrown beside him and wanted to stand up and kill the vicious scholar, but found that his body had no strength at all.
At this moment, a trace of fear arose in his heart.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang because it lost its strength.
His voice trembled as he asked: "You despicable villain, you, what kind of medicine did you get for me? You, what do you want to do?"
After all, she was a woman, and when she was unable to defend herself, facing a guy with evil intentions, he felt really uneasy.
In the room, the scholar's voice was a little ferocious, and also had a hint of vulgarity: "Hey, I'm actually known as the lone ranger in the world, Tian Boguang! My biggest hobby in daily life is to steal incense, jade, and pick flowers. Hey, don't you feel that?
Feeling tired? Feeling sleepy! Quack!"
"You..., despicable villain!"
The assassin almost cried in his heart. He didn't expect that just after escaping from the wolf's den, he would fall into the tiger's mouth again.
He tried to calm down, but his voice trembled violently: "You despicable villain, I, I will not let you succeed!"
In her hurry, she forgot to conceal her voice. At this time, her delicate and weak voice sounded particularly beautiful.
He used all his strength, held the sword across his chest, and stood ready.
However, after waiting for a long time with suspense, I found that there was no movement at all in the room.
However, she still did not dare to let down her guard. She was still staring at the closed door like a wounded cheetah.
Finally, after a while, a sound came from the room. However, it was not the obscene laughter of the despicable man as he thought. Instead, it was a sound of sleepiness and exhaustion!
"Oh, it's a joke, it's a joke! It's late at night and I'm asleep!"
Not long after, gentle breathing sounds came from the room. It seemed that the person inside had fallen asleep.
The assassin was stunned...
In this way, he kept staring at the door of the room, fearing that the person inside would suddenly rush out full of blood. Gradually, a feeling of exhaustion came over him, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Hearing the sword clanging outside, Lu Heng fell to the ground. Lying on the bed, Lu Heng, who had been pretending to be asleep, smiled proudly, turned around, and took a breath of cold air in pain. He rubbed his painful chest,
He smiled and thought to himself, I must have scared her just now. It can be regarded as revenge!
In the quiet night, the silver moonlight spilled in from the window.
On the chest of his white pajamas, a little blood stain was particularly eye-catching.
The next day, Lu Heng got up and opened the door, only to find that the hall was already empty.
The ground was clean, leaving no traces. Only the scent of medicine in the air proved that what happened last night was not a dream.
As he was about to leave the room, he discovered that there was a small piece of cloth pressed under the cabinet.
Lu Heng knelt down and took out the cloth and took a look. There were several beautiful handwriting written on it: "Thank you!"
Lu Heng smiled, held the cloth in his hand, walked into the room, and burned it.
Then, he walked out of the room, walked around the yard and made sure that no traces were left before he went to work in the palace with confidence.
Along the way, pedestrians on the street were talking excitedly about what happened yesterday. Some people said how wonderful the Mid-Autumn Festival by the Qinhuai River was yesterday, and some people said how beautiful the figures of those dancing women were.
Well, the meat is whiter and so on. However, what most people are talking about is the assassination that happened in the city yesterday.
"Hey, I heard that after the Wang family failed in the bidding yesterday, they were unwilling to accept it and sent someone to assassinate Mr. Fan, an official of the Ministry of Rites!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing? I really don't see it on weekdays! The Wang family actually has such a method!"
"Hey, I see, the Wang family is really in trouble this time! Who is Mr. Fan? This time, the Wang family is really going to be in trouble!"
"Huh, in my opinion, someone must have framed this. Think about it, Mr. Wang was an official of the imperial court during his lifetime. How could a noble family take such a desperate risk because of this incident?"
"You don't know this. I heard that the Wang family's bid failed this time, mainly because the man named Fan colluded with the Liu family. This made the Wang family lose the opportunity. No one can bear this sigh of relief.
Second Young Master Wang, what a man he is!"
"Shh, someone is coming!"
Along the way, I heard basically this version of things about the assassination.
In the eyes of these people, the Wang family has almost come to light as the perpetrators behind the incident.
After Lu Heng listened to the people inside at the roadside tea stall for a while, he shook his head and smiled, then paid and left.
It seems that the wind direction in the DPRK is about to change!
During Wang's lifetime, he once served as the Minister of Rites. This was nothing. However, during Wang Jianfei's tenure, he promoted countless officials who were born from poor families. To this day, the Great Zhou Dynasty is still dominated by wealthy noble families. Wang Jianfei is like this
This practice seemed to have become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of those nobles.
However, at that time, the power of the gentry was so great that An Peng's father could only cover the sky with one hand in the court. For the sake of checks and balances, the late emperor encouraged Wang Jianfei to promote poor students. However, now that the prince has ascended the throne, all the gentry have become more powerful.
Representatives of An Peng returned to power. The gentry, which had been suppressed for more than ten years, finally couldn't bear it and jumped out.
The first thing they did was to suppress the officials from poor families who were currently in charge of half of the imperial court. Wang Jianfei and his Wang family, who had been deceased for many years, became the targets of these people's execution.
Although the Wang family today is just an ordinary merchant in Jiangning, its symbolic significance is great. If they can successfully get rid of the Wang family, it will mean that the gentry will regain control of the world.
After the prince ascends the throne, there will be another leap in the power of the gentry.
However, they seem to be too naive!
Because, today's Ninth Five Emperor is still the emperor. And the prince is just a prince.
Since he is the crown prince, then, haha!
Lu Heng thought to himself, shook his head and smiled.
When he was almost walking to the palace, a low voice suddenly came from the corner.
"Master, Master!"
Lu Heng stopped and turned around to look, and he was immediately happy.
It turned out that the person standing in the corner was none other than Li Er.
This guy didn't know how long he had been here. His whole body was covered with a layer of autumn frost. At this time, he looked shivering and pitiful.
"Uh, Li Er, what are you dressed up like?" Lu Heng asked with a smile while stroking his chin and looking at Li Er's mouth covered with a layer of white frost, looking like Santa Claus.
Li Er sneezed twice, rubbed his nose, and said with a wry smile: "Master, please don't make fun of the villain!"
He glanced around mischievously and found that no one was there. Then he came out from the corner and whispered to Lu Heng: "Sir, something big happened in the palace!"
Lu Heng glanced at him with a smile, pretending to be surprised and asked, "Oh? What's the big deal!"
Li Er anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead and said impatiently: "Sir, you don't know. Last night, Mr. Fan from Tokyo was suddenly attacked by an assassin when he was walking to Zuihua Tower. He was almost on the spot.
Being beheaded. This has nothing to do with our palace. However, early this morning, Master Fan and Master Su came to the palace with a group of servants to question the crime. Now, the second young master Wang has been arrested.
He said yes, he will be beheaded next autumn! The palace is in chaos!"
When he heard that Wang Liye was arrested, Lu Heng frowned.
Well, things seem to be really serious.
However, if that were the case, it would be much easier to handle.
Finally waiting for this opportunity, the last trace of worry in his heart also disappeared. Lu Heng smiled as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden that had been weighing on him for a long time.
"Master, what do you think we should do? Now, the eldest lady is almost dying of anxiety!" Li Er was so anxious that he scratched his head and almost cried.
He had just become the head servant, and something like this happened. Once the palace was defeated, his hard-earned future would definitely be ruined.
Moreover, the young ladies of the Wang family have always been very kind to their servants. Now, seeing the suffering in the Wang family, they are naturally anxious.
Seeing that Li Er was almost kneeling down, Lu Heng stopped laughing.
He took a long breath, turned his head, looked at the police officers passing by on the street, and said to himself: "I was originally thinking of finding some highlight for Zheliuji. Unexpectedly,
The opportunity came so quickly! Oh, you really get what you want!"
"The Story of a Broken Willow?"
Li Er was dumbfounded.
Lu Heng turned around, smiled slightly, and said to Li Er lightly: "Let's go back to your hometown and tell Wang Tingzhi. Let her send the letter that Lord Wang wrote to the emperor before his death to Tokyo in one month. Ha,
This matter has been going on for more than two months now, and it’s time to settle it!”
Li Er asked in confusion: "But, sir. I have been working in the palace for many years, but I have never heard of any letters from Lord Wang!"
Lu Heng chuckled and said lightly: "That's because you don't know. Go back quickly. Just tell Manager Fang what I just said. He knows how to do it!"
After Li Er glanced at Lu Heng suspiciously, he scratched his head and walked towards the palace with a puzzled look on his face.
After Li Er left, Lu Heng stood on the street with few pedestrians, looking at the simple Wang family house from a distance. He sighed slightly in his heart.
Wang Jianfei was honest throughout his life and had outstanding abilities. Moreover, he was an open-minded man. He worked hard for the people and was deeply favored by the saints. However, later, because he was too upright, he believed that the prince could not take on the big responsibility. He remonstrated with the emperor in public and deposed the prince.
, and as a result, he angered the emperor who could not step down, so he was dismissed and returned home.
When Mr. Wang passed away last year, there was no grand funeral. After all, at that time, he was still guilty. No matter whether it was due to court regulations or anything else, he could not hide his glory.
In the end, he was buried so quietly in a woods outside Jiangning City with only a few of his children seeing him off. There was only a stone tablet simply recording his surname.
Lu Heng thought in his mind that Wang Jianfei, a famous minister of his generation, ended up in such a miserable situation. He couldn't help but sigh.
Moreover, presumably with An Peng's ability, the news of Wang Jianfei's death should not have reached the emperor's ears until now.
Oh, if the emperor now hears about the hero who helped him ascend to the throne, Wang Jianfei passed away sadly. I don’t know what it would be like.
Moreover, after his death, his children were framed and imprisoned!
Haha, Su Guangyi seems to have really gone big this time!
After Lu Heng thought about it, he couldn't help shaking his head in amusement and walked towards the gate of the palace.