Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"Well," Jiuli stood up and glanced at the various porridges in front of him. You call this grievance? There are more than a dozen porridges alone, not to mention the countless side dishes.

After Jiuli used it, An Yang immediately asked the imperial physician stationed in the Marquis' Mansion to come and check Jiuli's pulse. Jiuli decisively rejected this idea. Did she think that he was too proud of his own long life?

"Master?" Seeing Jiuli's expression, An Yang's approachable and lively face instantly turned into a calm and solemn expression, "But what's the problem with the imperial physician?" There was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Is there anyone among the secret guards who can disguise himself? Let someone take his place." Jiuli's eyes were solemn and his voice was cold.

"Yes." An Yang pursed her lips, but there was pride in her eyes. Their little master had finally grown up.

They also know how to use the power in their hands, but they would rather their master remain that innocent little girl forever.

"Tell me what happened that day." Jiuli stood up.

Sitting on the main seat, he wore a bracelet made entirely of jasper, with an exquisite jade cicada hanging underneath, which was the token for commanding the Li family's secret guards, to leave no one alive.

"What happened that day," An Yang stood aside, recalling the events of that day. She almost led people to massacre Duke Zhu's mansion!

As long as they did it cleanly, who would know that it was them who did it? After all, the loyal and brave men in the Marquis' Mansion had died in the northern border, leaving only the old, weak, women and children, who did not have the ability to do this.

He calmed down and spoke slowly, "The old man, Duke Zhu, turned the master's affairs into a joke between his little daughters."

"Push a concubine's daughter out. Master, rest assured that the one who will save you is our own. I think someone will come from the palace soon." How can it be so simple? They are finished!

"When someone in the palace moves his hand, it's the Jia family," Jiuli only mentioned the Jia family, and Anyang knew what to say now.

"The Jia family has four daughters. Concubine Jia is the eldest daughter, and she has two younger sisters," An Yang told the story. Nothing could be hidden from them in the capital!

"The head maidservant beside Concubine Jia is her concubine's sister."

The reason why I am not clear about those things is because the master never asked. In those years, the master was innocent and kind-hearted and never asked about such things. Now it seems that those people did something wrong.

"The three sisters look similar," An Yang knew what Jiuli wanted to do when Jiuli asked.

"A concubine's sister? The palace maid who likes to wear green clothes? They do look somewhat similar," Jiuli recalled, "The emperor only likes Concubine Jia's face."

"I understand what my master means," An Yang thought he understood what this meant. Was it going to ruin Concubine Jia's reputation?

"Find out what happened to Concubine Jia outside the palace, report it to the Queen, and find a way to push that maid up," Jiuli tapped the table with her fingertips, her eyes deep.

"Yes." An Yang only accepted the task. It was normal for the master to become like this. "But how can a palace maid be worse than three sisters who entered the palace together?" The master was still a little kind.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Jiuli's eyes were serious.

"I will definitely make Concubine Jia feel the pain," Anyone who dares to attack their master must pay the corresponding price.

Yes, there is nothing they cannot find out. There are secret hands left by the old masters in the previous dynasties and harems. As long as the master changes, they can do whatever they want.

"Make it clean. Also, I remember that everything my father left behind is in the hands of my second uncle. It's time for him to hand it over to me. If he doesn't want to, he can sell it to the mine in the northern border."

"Yes, the master should have dealt with this old immortal long ago, but he was buried back by the old master," An Yang's eyes were cold, and he just wanted to climb over his master's head day by day.

"Ask for help from the Queen in the palace. The more muddy the water is, the easier it is to fish in troubled waters. Also, prepare a carriage for us to go to the Huguo Temple." Jiuli thought carefully, and there seemed to be something else in her memory.

"Keep the news of my awakening secret for now. Don't spread it. Just say that I am seriously ill and need to recuperate in the Huguo Temple."

An Yang was listening carefully at the side, nodding from time to time to show his affirmation of his master. It turned out that his master had really returned.

"Do it right away." When An Yang turned around and walked out, there was no longer any joy on his face, only coldness. Orders came out of his mouth one after another, and from time to time there were voices of compliance.

In the mansion of Marquis Zhongyong, all the maids and servants were trained using military methods. Each of them had some skills and their movements were skillful and quick. In a short while, they could prepare what was needed.

At daybreak, two carriages left the Mansion of the Loyal and Brave Marquis, one heading south and one heading north. The generals' attack on the Mansion of Duke Zhu became more intense, and Duke Zhu had no choice but to abandon his beloved daughter.

What happened in the capital was constantly sent back to the back mountain of Huguo Temple by a small flying bird, so that Jiuli could know the news outside even if she was outside the city.

In the back hill of Huguo Temple, Jiuli was standing with a blind and lame man, who was speaking in great sorrow.

"Girl, these are what the Marquis gave you before he died. The Marquis' death was not simply on the battlefield."

"You are, Uncle Han?" Jiuli finally found the corresponding person from her memory, "What do you mean?"

She acted like a shocked girl.

"The Marquis died because of the conspiracy of that high and mighty man, who shot an arrow in the back." Uncle Han pursed his lips, and only one eye looked creepy. He closed his eyes again, "Leave the revenge to me, and you just need to be a good princess."

He was unable to extricate himself from the war that year. His brothers were killed or injured, and some died less than ten feet away from the city gate. He couldn't accept it!

Why would a girl who has everything she wants embark on this journey with him?

"Leave it to you? He's my father. I'm not a delicate and weak girl!" Jiuli's eyes were filled with tears and slightly red.

"Girl," Uncle Han paused.

"How can I believe that what you said is correct?" Jiuli has regained his composure.

"Twelve golden orders urge the Marquis to return, and the children in the Marquis's Mansion die one after another. The young lady should have made some guesses." Uncle Han gave examples and produced a lot of evidence.

"Let me think about it." Jiuli rubbed his forehead.

"Okay, I live in Maoer Lane. If you have thought it through, you can come find me there." Girls should think carefully about such things. Uncle Han limped away.

"Master, the wind is blowing." An Yang helped Jiuli down the back mountain and suddenly spoke.

"Do you also think I should take action?" Jiuli's face was calm, but his eyes were red as if he had suffered a great blow.

"As long as it is what the master wants, I think it is right." An Yang did not say anything, "If the master can't make a decision, why not go out for a walk and see what the emperor is like."