The General is Pregnant: His Majesty Abstinence and Sexual Devotion Every Night

Chapter 35 Dark Room

"I heard that our Suzhou prefect is neither good nor bad..."

Having said this, Gu Junqing deliberately paused for a while, but Huang Zhenxing was really curious, so he asked:

"How is the Suzhou prefect?"

"...The good thing is that he is not like his son, who spends all day in red-light districts, stays in the prefecture every day, or likes to stroll around the east side of the city, as if there is some treasure in the east side of the city..."

When Huang Zhenxing heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had been exposed and someone had discovered that something was wrong?

Huang Zhenxing frowned and continued to ask: "Then where is the problem?"

"This..." Gu Junqing frowned, pretending to be hesitant and unable to speak.

When Huang Zhenxing saw the hesitant and fearful expression on her face, he immediately understood that she was afraid of people saying bad things about him. She was really a country boy who had never seen the world and was timid.

He thought with disdain in his heart, but he was not as vigilant as at the beginning. He just stopped looking at her:

"Tell me, there are only a few of us here, and the prefect is not here, what are you afraid of?"

Gu Junqing lowered his head, a faint smile flashed across his eyes, but he hesitated, but still said some bad things about Prefect Huang:

"I heard that Prefect Huang was a bit harsh on the people. Although this situation also happened in the county where I used to live, it was just more serious here. But I also understand that the prefect loves his son so much and must want to give the child a good life..."

Look at what he said. Duan Jun, who was pretending to be a living dead, was almost completely impressed by Gu Junqing's nonsense.

But Huang Zhenxing didn't notice anything wrong and nodded in agreement from time to time.

He also said that the prefect really loved his son as if he were his own life.

Duan Jun: “…”

Nothing to say.

However, Gu Junqing didn't think about anything, but as the conversation lasted longer, she couldn't help but speculate.

Could this guy be Prefect Huang? !

I guess so, otherwise the person who was cursed to death by the people of Suzhou would sound extremely noble in this man's words, and the man next to him would also agree with him.

It really takes no effort at all.

However, there was a small pharmacy nearby, so Gu Junqing helped Duan Jun, who was still pretending to be unconscious, out of the car, and watched Huang Zhenxing and the others continue to rush into the city without looking back.

After watching them walk away, Gu Junqing walked to a chair nearby and pondered.

While the man was checking the wound of the 'unconscious' Duan Jun, he saw the young man open his eyes.

The old doctor's hands trembled and he stared at him blankly. Duan Jun apologized to the old doctor and paid the money. After the old doctor left, he walked to Gu Junqing's side and saw that she had no expression on her face. She was no longer timid and cowardly. He asked:

"Does your Excellency know anything?"

Calling him General in public is too abrupt, calling him by his name is too rude, and calling him Young Master Gu is too unfamiliar. The title of Sir is more appropriate.

"Duan Jun, I believe you have heard that the man I just talked to must be the Magistrate Huang we are looking for."

Duan Jun nodded. He thought so too. "It's worth it for Prefect Huang to go to such great lengths to disguise himself. He's like a frightened bird when it comes to the matter of the east city. We should explore the east city thoroughly!"

Gu Junqing was very interested in Chengdong, but Duan Jun couldn't help but remind him:

"Sir, I'm afraid we don't have enough time. The Spring Festival Banquet will be held in three days, and we have to rush back to the capital the day after tomorrow night..."

"tsk"

Gu Junqing got a headache when he heard about the Spring Banquet and clicked his tongue impatiently.

"I have my own sense of proportion"

After saying this, he left the small pharmacy.

Duan Jun hurriedly followed.

After finding the original cruise ship, the two hurried back and asked the boatman to swim along a small path to avoid attracting attention.

When they were about to get off the boat, Gu Junqing and the other two stood in the toilet where Huang Yuan and the other two were imprisoned and took a look. Seeing that they were glaring at them with anger on their faces, Gu Junqing pulled up a faint smile with a bit of sarcasm on his lips.

Huang Yuan was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch as the two men closed the door again and locked him in this smelly, dark, rat-infested toilet.

Half an hour later, Gu Junqing and the other person got off the boat, and then followed the original direction and stayed in another inn.

And the emperor's reply letter yesterday was just delivered by Xiaoge.

Xiaoge is the name that Gu Junqing gave to the little white pigeon.

As usual, the emperor had no instructions to give, except to ask her to behave herself and to return to the capital as soon as possible to prepare for the banquet.

After reading it, she picked up a tinder, turned around and burned the letter to avoid any accidents.

Huang Mansion. It was already evening when Huang Zhenxing returned to the mansion. He casually changed into the silk and satin clothes he wore in the mansion everyday, and then subconsciously glanced at the small courtyard, wondering why the mansion was so quiet today.

So he casually called a servant and asked, "Where is the young master fooling around again?"

The servant knelt down immediately and said, "Today the young master took some people to go boating in East Lake, and he hasn't come back yet. He just sent a letter over, saying... he will be back after playing outside for a few days..."

As the servant finished speaking, his voice became lower and lower. After all, Huang Zhenxing's face looked very dark, and it seemed that he was in a bad mood.

"What a bastard!"

Huang Zhenxing shouted.

The servant didn't dare to look up and speak, and kept asking "Sir, please calm down" several times.

"Go down." Huang Zhenxing waved his hand and asked people to leave, and his expression returned to its original serious state.

At this time, Uncle Huang came closer.

"Don't be angry, sir. Otherwise, we can order someone to bring the young master back to the mansion."

Huang Zhenxing shook his head: "Forget it. If we bring him back to the mansion, there will be a commotion again. If we had known his character, and he has those two guards with him, nothing will happen. Okay, let's not talk about that rebellious son anymore. Just follow me."

The two men approached the study. Huang Zhenxing walked to the wooden table, then reached down and tapped the dark corner on the left side under the wooden table. There was a clang sound.

Behind him was originally a bookshelf, which slowly opened from the middle to the left and right. Looking closely, he saw fire sticks burning vigorously hanging on both walls, extending all the way to the innermost part. This turned out to be a darkroom!

The two walked in, and then the door slowly closed.

But what they didn't realize was that in an inconspicuous corner somewhere on the roof, there was a pair of eyes watching all of Huang Zhenxing's movements.

He was dressed in all black, with a black mask on his face without any other colors.

——These are the secret guards of the prison specially dispatched for the emperor.