Cross the doghouse to save Party A, Your Highness owes me ten mines

"Hahahaha, Ji'er, do you like the fruit cakes that mother made today?"

"Bah, get lost, who wants to steal our Ji'er's things?"

"Ji'er, Ji'er, where are you?"

"All the miracle doctors in the world are here..."

"Ji'er, who will return my Ji'er to me...?"

"..."

The woman smashed all the cups and plates in the room like crazy. Her clothes were torn, and there were blood stains on her body from scratches on porcelain. Her hairpins and rings fell to the ground, and her hair was disheveled...

No one could take care of her. She was crazy when she was awake and had nightmares when she was asleep.

Beatings happened all the time, and the owner would not allow her to be locked up, so she had to be carefully served.

The maids all ran away, but they didn't run far and were buried at the end of the woods.

She was totally ignored.

Finally, he fell down in the debris on the ground and burst into tears!

There was a creaking sound.

A pair of soapy boots covered in mud and blood walked up to her, stepping on the debris on the ground.

The man squatted down and asked softly, "Madam, can I help you up?"

The crazy woman looked up and saw a familiar face.

He was Yue Chimu, the chief of the Jishichang, who was feared by everyone in the imperial city of Kyoto, the latest favorite of the prime minister of Kyoto, and the eunuch who once had tremendous power. He was the man who once worked for the imperial concubine, and was promoted to the Jishichang by the tyrant of the Qian Dynasty, but on the night of the great change, he secretly smothered the tyrant to death in the name of the prime minister.

"How did you come?"

The imperial concubine may have seen someone familiar and regained some consciousness.

"Hmph, how can His Majesty trust that old man? Send a servant over to supervise..."

The "Your Majesty" he was referring to was naturally the Prime Minister.

"Have you found Ji'er? Is my Ji'er okay? Then quickly let him eat the salted fruit I just made..."

"No, no, no, he is young and doesn't like salty food. I ordered someone to replace it with sugar. Don't let that bastard Xiao Qi find out, otherwise Ji'er will give it all to him. Hush, tell everyone not to say anything..."

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, get up quickly, the ground is cold!" Yue Chimu said gently, and helped the imperial concubine to sit up with a handkerchief as a cushion. In front of the bronze mirror, he cleaned up the stains on her face, the wounds on her body and the scattered hair bit by bit.

And answer every question of the imperial concubine: "Yes, His Highness Ji is playing hide-and-seek with you?"

"Just pickle the fruit. His Highness Ji will come to eat it sooner or later!"

"None of the servants will tell Master Qi..."

"..."

He comforted her little by little, watching the imperial concubine calm down a lot, looking at the distorted faces of the two people in the rough bronze mirror, and whispered:

"I will protect you and complete His Majesty's orders. Guess what, if Master Gu Qi knew how his sixth brother died, would he still be obedient and stay by Lou Junze's side?"

"This broken dagger can kill a person instantly. No medicine can cure it. So I'll give it to Master Gu Qi!"

"..."

……

That night,

Wucheng,

The mountains and rivers are different, but the wind and moon are the same. No matter how the world changes, the moon is still the same moon.

It happened to be a clear and cool autumn day, and His Highness had just arrived. Many generals in Wucheng did not leave, but stayed in the flower hall, chatting happily from the morning banquet to the evening banquet.

"We always thought that His Highness was imprisoned in Kyoto. Unexpectedly, he was brought to the border by the Marquis more than ten years ago..."

"Yes, who would have thought that the thousand-householder who has been eating and sleeping with us is our Crown Prince!"

"Hey, let me tell you, I ate the same pancake with your highness..."

"Who do you think you are? Your Highness has fought with us and even crawled through trenches with us..."

This is the rough school.

There are also those who are graceful and elegant, who are saying with melancholy: "It's a pity that His Highness has fought in battles all his life and suffered so many hardships!"

There are also radicals: "...The emperor has never been interested in our prince ascending the throne, and even the queen was almost deposed. If the marquis had not been in trouble, as soon as the emperor died, we would have already taken the late emperor's portrait and marched south."

Finally, the conservatives thought that the radicals were really damn conservative: "We can also march south now. Who on earth colluded with the outside world to fake the military order and harm our Lord and the princes?"

"Don't let us find him, or I'll chop him up!"

The prince was not there, he had gone to rest, everyone looked at General Qi Sheng,

Qi Sheng: "That's right, he is such a treacherous person, he deserves to be chopped off!"

Xia Shi: “Ha!”

(=_=)||

Deep in the back alley outside the palace, in a private house with high walls and two entrances, in the central hall protected by layers of armed guards, several display devices were working simultaneously...

Qianli and his trusted followers stared at the dozens of scrolling images.

Xiyan, Kuishan, and Xia Shi stared at Qi Sheng closely.

"He moved, he moved..."

"He echoed what everyone else said..."

"Looking to the right is memories, looking to the left is a guilty conscience..."

"What is he doing with his hands in his sleeves?"

"..."

Sitting in front of a row of tables, everyone was staring carefully at the screen in front of them, listening to the sounds in their headphones, and monitoring the people in Qi Sheng's mansion and every important place in Wucheng.

Xia Shi occasionally ran around to instruct customers' employees on how to use the equipment and to answer technical questions they encountered.

Lou Junze sat in the shadows on the side, holding a cup of tea and sipping it.