I'm a killer with no emotions

The powerful Qin Xiang entered the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

In the past few days, the prime minister's mansion was almost broken by the courtiers.

Ning Zhe moved a small bench and sat at the door, holding an early spring bamboo leaf tip in his hand, watching the ministers who had just left the early court rush to find Uncle Zhuang for information.

Nobody noticed him.

Qin Nu's face was unfamiliar to most people in Da Viet.

In the eyes of these courtiers, he is probably just a young servant pet raised by the prime minister in the mansion.

The servant boy said worriedly: "My lord, my lord told you not to catch the wind and cold, it's cold outside, can I accompany you in and sit down?"

Ning Zhe took a sip of hot tea, ignored his words, and only asked, "Did your lords say when you will come back?"

"This..." The servant boy was in trouble.

It is rumored that His Majesty became very angry during the early morning court and ordered the Prime Minister to be imprisoned and tortured severely, and no one was allowed to visit him.

Don't say when you will come back now, whether this can last...is still unknown.

Seeing that he couldn't answer, Ning Zhe waved his hand and let him go down.

Seeing that he was not very happy, No. 67 said, "Ning Zhi's power is not stable now, and he can't do without Qin Shen's support, so he won't do anything to him."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

When the sky was getting dark, the ministers came back one after another.

Uncle Zhuang sent people out one by one, and apologized: "It's hard work today, my lords, when our lords return home, we will definitely send someone to pay our respects."

"Hey, Mr. Zhuang, you are being polite, you should."

"Thanks to Prime Minister Qin's help in the past, now that someone is innocently imprisoned, we can't help much, ashamed!"

"It's not all the disaster caused by the stupid king, if only he can be found..."

Uncle Zhuang narrowed his eyes, only smiled and agreed, and didn't say anything else.

The noise gradually faded away, and the old and heavy wooden door of the Qin Mansion slowly closed.

Uncle Zhuang locked the lock, and then walked towards the yard.

"Hello, Uncle Zhuang." Ning Zhe greeted him.

He looked at the chill all over Ning Zhe, and a look of helplessness appeared on his wrinkled face.So he asked the servant boy to fetch Prime Minister Qin's cloak and put it on him, and kindly persuaded him: "Little madam, don't think too much, this is all our lord's wishful thinking, and it has nothing to do with you. You have eaten early, go back and rest. Let's go, huh?"

Ning Zhe said: "I am not a little lady, I am not young."

Uncle Zhuang laughed, "Yes, yes, you are a serious lady, the lady of the prime minister's residence! When your lord comes back, I will definitely ask him to welcome you in gracefully!"

Ning Zhe breathed out and stuck in his throat.

He decided to give up the entanglement with Uncle Zhuang about the title "Madam".

Uncle Zhuang smiled, then suddenly sighed, took Ning Zhe's hand with his callused and wrinkled hands, and patted gently, "I haven't seen you so relaxed for a long time, since you left, my lord Then I never laughed again, thinking about you all day long...Madam, when you come back this time, don't leave again, my lord can't bear it anymore..."

Ning Zhe looked at him puzzled, "You mean, the Prime Minister used to be with me...?"

"Children really don't remember things." Uncle Zhuang smiled helplessly, "Two years ago, you sneaked out of the palace every day to find our adults to play, but the old slave couldn't persuade you, and the master was so angry that you locked the adults in the room." , you sneaked in over the wall, the ladders were all given by the old slave, have you forgotten?"

Ning Zhe opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

He always thought that the emperor had friendship with Qin Shen.

But two years ago...it was clearly him.

But he never remembers doing any of these things.

He didn't even know anything about Qin Shen.

"lady?"

Seeing him in a daze, Uncle Zhuang couldn't help but make a sound in doubt.

Ning Zhe came back to his senses, and suddenly felt a cold air spread from the soles of his feet, making him feel cold all over.

He tightened the cloak around him, told Uncle Zhuang that he wanted to rest, then hurriedly stood up and went back to the room, threw himself on the couch, buried his head in the quilt, and didn't catch his breath for a long time.

Seeing his appearance, 67 appeared, and stroked his hair silently.

"No. 67." Ning Zhe called out to him, his voice a little muffled, "Is there really something wrong with me?"

"It's just that the memory has been tampered with."

The voice of No. 67 was very calm, "After the task is completed, you will remember everything."

"Mission...mission..." Ning Zhe murmured in a daze, and suddenly sat up and looked at him, "Why, why do you have to complete the mission?"

No. 67 caressed his face with fingers, but did not speak.

Ning Zhe bit his lip, pushed him away, lifted the quilt to cover his body, and curled up inside without moving.

No. 67 raised his hand halfway, paused for a moment, then slowly lowered it, stared at Ning Zhe silently, and didn't say anything more.

......

Astrology Pavilion.

The god attendant knelt beside Yunlan, respectfully reporting the news he had just inquired about.

"Are you sure Ning Zhe is in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The servant did not hesitate, "Yes."

Yunlan pursed her lips and laughed, "My little Aning is really good at seducing people. I haven't seen you for a short time, but even Prime Minister Qin has been seduced."

The attendant said: "Prime Minister Qin refused to hand over Ning Zhe, and threatened his military power to force His Majesty not to act rashly. Therefore, the Prime Minister's Mansion is still safe."

"What right does he have to enjoy peace?" Yun Lan snorted, and handed him a small milky white porcelain bottle, "Since Ning Zhi dare not move, let's help him. You go find a way to put this bottle of poison in Ning Zhi's diet."

God attendant frowned: "But the high priest has ordered that without his permission, we must not make any changes easily."

Yunlan moved his eyes, and his cold eyes fell on him, "Even Weishenglian has to respectfully call me master, what kind of thing are you, dare to resist my order?"

"..." The servant's expression froze, he took the porcelain bottle, bowed his head and said, "Yes, I understand."

After he stepped back, Yun Lan pulled the corners of his lips and smiled disdainfully, "Weishenglian... so what about the high priest, he's just my dog..."

Not far away, in the towering star-catching building.

"This is the master you identified."

The ethereal cyan figure floated in mid-air, and said to the man in white in front of the fence, "He doesn't look like a master at all."

The high priest lowered his eyes, staring at the horoscope gently turning in the palm of his hand, and said with lowered eyes: "Astrology can't lie."

"Astrology can't deceive people, but it can confuse people." Qingying's voice is Gujing, "If you want to be Yunlan's dog for the rest of your life, then do it, but if you want to move and break half a hair, I won't either." Stand by and watch."

After Qingying finished speaking, her figure slowly faded away.

The high priest raised his eyes and glanced at him slightly, with a cold expression on his face, "Anyone who dares to trespass into the shrine, except the master, will be killed without mercy."

"Weishenglian, you have been this high priest for too long, and you forgot what you really are." Qingying said coldly, "I don't need you to criticize what I want to do, take care of your own affairs stop."

The ethereal voice gradually dissipated.

The high priest glanced at Yunlan's direction.

With that exquisite and stunning face, the young man has such a clear temperament, comparable to a fairy in the clouds, but in those beautiful eyes, there is a vicious look that is completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Did he really admit the wrong person?

......Do not.

Astrology will not lie to him, and neither will fate.

Yunlan's body was connected with that person's breath.

Only that person will never deceive him.

......

Yun Lan's plan to poison Ning Zhi succeeded.

It didn't take long for the news of His Majesty's poison to come from the palace. There is no cure for the poison, and the imperial physicians studied it for a long time, but they were at a loss.

Ning Zhi woke up halfway, ignoring the military power in Qin Shen's hands, he called Yang Yan over angrily, and asked him to lead troops to surround the prime minister's mansion, to capture Ning Zhe and detoxify him.

Yang Yan took the order, but did not act immediately, but first went to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to inform Qin Shen of the incident.

"If the prime minister hesitates any longer, he really won't be able to keep his sweetheart."

Qin Shen raised his head slowly, his eyes were no longer clear and unwavering, and became extremely dark and dangerous.

Yang Yanding stared at him for a while, then turned and left.

Not long after, the prime minister's mansion was surrounded by the forbidden army, and the common people gathered outside to point and point, making a lot of noise.

The leader of the Forbidden Army came to ask Yang Yan when to do it.

Yang Yan waved the folding fan in his hand, calmly said: "Wait."

At the same time, in the Qin residence, Uncle Zhuang was also calling Ning Zhe to wait.

"Your Excellency will definitely come back. He won't leave Madam alone. Please fill your stomach with some porridge and food mats first, so that you don't starve to death."

Ning Zhe obediently took a few bites with a spoon.

Only then did Uncle Zhuang feel relieved to go out.

"Uncle!" Several black-clothed dark guards lay on the eaves and called him with a smile, "Should we move the little lady away first? There are many people outside, what if something goes wrong?"

"Bah!" Uncle Zhuang spat, "What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle You is watching, what could go wrong? Clean up yourselves first! Don't just peep on the little lady to make fun of him!"

"Hey, how dare you do that!" A waved his hand, "The little madam is amazing!"

"No, last time Ding San hid on the beam of the bathroom and wanted to take a peek, but was suddenly thrown out by the little lady! What a shame!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Uncle Zhuang's face darkened, "Stinky boy! You dare to look at adults! Stop, I will break your legs today!"

"Uncle! Forgive me, I didn't! That's obviously Er Er's fault... Ah! Don't spank, it hurts!"

Ning Zhe lay quietly on the window sill, watching Uncle Zhuang angrily chasing a few hidden guards to beat him up, and he could still hear a few people fighting in the distance.

Xue and Ling got out from Ning Zhe's wrist, and lightly touched the corner of his eyes, "Master, are you unhappy?"

Ning Zhe stretched out his little finger.

Xue and Ling obediently entangled him, and rubbed his fingertips, "Master, if you need anything, you can talk to... and Master No. 67."

It wanted to talk to Ah Ling, but found that it couldn't do anything for him, so it changed its mind halfway, feeling a little depressed.

Ning Zhe touched him, the corners of his lips curled up a little, and he said softly, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking about something."

He was thinking about the things that happened in his memory, which ones were real and which ones were fake.

Could it be that what he had always believed in and was certain of was just an illusion created by his imagination.

Otherwise, why can't he remember Qin Shen.

Otherwise, why would number 67 insist that Xuanxuan does not exist.

If his memory has always been problematic, then the things between him and the emperor, with Ningyan, with Huo Chen, with the high priest, and even with No. 67, are they... all fake? .....