"small thing?"
"Yeah." The person pressing Pei Hantang responded in a dull voice, his voice trembling slightly like a choking sound.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Pei Hantang picked up the person in his arms from the ground, sat down on the side of the bed with him in his arms, walked a few steps to the candlestick and lit the candle, and the large bean candle instantly illuminated the wing.
Pei Hantang turned around and saw Heyin sitting there with her head down in dejection, her eyes were slightly red, her hair was loose, her clothes were stained with dust, and she looked pitiful.
He sat down beside Wen Heyin and coaxed people with a smiling face: "I haven't seen you for a few months, and you gave me such a big shock when I came back. You are so kind to me, what happened? Who bullied you? Come, and My brother said, I will help you beat him."
Wen Heyin muttered, "...No."
Pei Hantang thought for a while and asked, "Is this the return of the mission? Whether the mission is successful or not, shouldn't we beat gongs and drums to celebrate? Where's your young master?"
Wen Heyin lowered his head, and he choked out: "Young master has returned to the mansion, don't let me follow, I didn't protect the young master well."
"What?" Pei Hantang keenly sensed something was wrong, and frowned, "What happened, tell me in detail."
Wen Heyin then told Pei Hantang about the assassination on the way out of the mission.
It was so terrifying that Pei Hantang felt cold all over.
He was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses and asked, "You said you fought with two men in black, did you get hurt?"
Wen Heyin rubbed her eyes nonchalantly: "Small injury, but a little pain in the shoulder."
Pei Hantang became anxious: "Take off your clothes and show me."
Wen Heyin stretched out his hand to untie his belt. Seeing his unhurried appearance, Pei Hantang simply started, ignoring his obstruction, and took off the upper part of his clothes.
Wen Heyin's right shoulder was randomly covered with a few pieces of cotton cloth, and black blood stains and wounded flesh were vaguely visible.
Pei Hantang laughed angrily: "You call this a small injury?"
Wen Heyin tilted her head and glanced at her shoulder: "Maybe it's worse because of the cold water."
Pei Hantang got up and brought the gold sore medicine and clean gauze. He is a martial arts practitioner who has been ill for a long time and knows how to apply bandages. When encountering such a stab wound, he doesn't have to look around for a doctor at night.
The wound was covered with ice-cold ointment, and when it was wrapped tightly with gauze, the pain immediately came, and Wen Heyin shouted, "Hey, it hurts, take it easy."
"You know it hurts now?" Pei Hantang blamed, and quickly relaxed, "Why didn't you know how to shout when you entered the room just now?"
"What's there to shout about, I'm a guard, what's wrong with a little injury, it's my young master..." Wen Heyin became worried, "He's still ill, coughing so badly, but he should be in the mansion now. Sister Wei will take good care of him."
After talking, Wen Heyin felt wronged again: "I'm so incompetent."
Pei Hantang couldn't listen anymore: "What is incompetent, at that juncture, if you don't die, you will be blessed with great luck, Young Master Mu is so smart, he won't let you follow, he has his own plans, you just rest with me, and I will be there tomorrow morning. How about going to help you find out what's going on?"
"Well..." Wen Heyin was in a better mood, he asked, "Where do I sleep?"
"Where do you sleep?" Pei Hantang laughed, "Where do you want to sleep? Of course, on my bed."
Wen Heyin: "..."
Pei Hantang got up and went to the mahogany cabinet to take out a clean quilt and spread it on the couch. Hearing that Heyin was sitting upright beside the couch, he smiled and said, "Why don't you hurry to rest? Running all the way back to Beijing, aren't you tired?"
Wen Heyin let out an 'oh' and lay down on the bed. When he turned his head, he saw neat knife marks engraved on the bed, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"
Pei Hantang smiled slyly: "Little thing, kiss me and I'll tell you."
"Hmph, don't say it." Wen Heyin pouted and turned her back to Pei Hantang.
Pei Hantang laughed out loud, shook off the heavy quilt and covered Wen Heyin: "Sleep in peace."
Wen Heyin had been on a bumpy journey for a few days and never had a good night's sleep, so he soon fell asleep after closing his eyes, while Pei Hantang, who was lying beside him, was thinking about the assassination of the mission and couldn't sleep.
This matter is too involved, and with a little negligence and carelessness, those innocent people can be chewed up to the bone.
This time, Mu Zhiming was afraid that it was the situation of the mud bodhisattva crossing the river.
It wasn't until dawn that Pei Hantang fell asleep in a daze, but not long after, he was pushed awake by Wen Heyin.
Wen Heyin: "It's dawn, you can help me go to the Mu Mansion and see how my young master is doing."
Pei Hantang lay lazily on the bed and said with a smile, "Little thing, that's how you begged for help?"
Wen Heyin: "... Then what do you want?"
Pei Hantang smirked and raised his finger to his lips.
Wen He scolded angrily: "Don't take advantage of the fire to rob, you have to make an inch."
"Oops." Pei Hantang got up and put on his boots and put on a robe, "Forget it, let you kiss me for another man, isn't I masochistic."
Wen Heyin: "..."
He waited for Pei Hantang to be neatly dressed, and suddenly leaned forward and pulled his sleeves, pulled Pei Hantang down, then grabbed his collar and kissed him fiercely.
When Pei Hantang was stunned, his lips had been bitten several times.
Wen Heyin let go of him, still her fierce look, but her cheeks turned suspiciously red: "This is just kissing you, not wanting to ask you to do something, nothing else."
Pei Hantang came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I know, you stay in my room and don't run around."
He got up and walked out of the wing, and after taking a few dozen steps outside, he thought about it and turned back, kissed Wen Heyin for a long time, and then left contentedly.
Pei Hantang left for half a day and didn't return until noon.
Wen Heyin couldn't wait for a long time. When she saw someone coming back, she hurriedly asked, "How is it? Has my young master arrived at Mu Mansion safely?"
Pei Hantang looked different, put away his usual laughing appearance, he looked at Wen Heyin, hesitated for a while and didn't speak.
Wen Heyin: "You talk!"
"Come on, sit down first." Pei Hantang and Wen Heyin sat down at the table. Seeing him staring at him waiting for his words, he took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Mu has been imprisoned by the company."
Wen Heyin had to stand up with a 'bass', overturned the chair behind him in panic, he murmured 'what' in a trembling voice, turned his head and was about to run outside the house.
Pei Hantang grabbed his arm and stood up to stop him: "Where are you going?!"
Wen Heyin: "Let go of me, I'm going to save my young master!"
Pei Hantang: "How can you save it?! Do you know where the Bixie Si is?"
Wen Heyin said, "Then me, then I'll go back to the manor, and I'll find someone to help."
Pei Hantang: "The Mu Mansion is now being guarded by the people from the Oxu Division. The people outside can't get in, and the people inside can't get out. If you go, you're just throwing yourself into the net!"
Wen Heyin turned around and roared with red eyes, "Then what should I do? Tell me, what should I do? The young master is already ill, in case those people torture him..." Wen Heyin couldn't say any more after saying this. nearly collapsed.
"Okay, okay." Pei Hantang pulled Wen Heyin into his arms and patted his back to comfort him. He asked, "Since your young master doesn't let you follow, he must have expected this disaster, so he didn't say anything to you?"
"Yes!" Wen Heyin shouted, "Yes."
He let Pei Hantang release himself and took out the personal letter from his arms. Hearing Heyin's fingers trembling, he couldn't open the folded rice paper. Seeing this, Pei Hantang took the letter from his hand and unfolded it to take a look. , see only nine short words above.
[Go to the frontier and ask General Gu to return to Beijing. 】
"General Gu?" Wen Heyin was confused, "Why?"
Pei Hantang recalled hearing rumors about Mu Zhiming's crimes today, and asked Wen Heyin, "Have you succeeded in negotiating peace when you sent Gou Ji as an envoy?"
"It's done!" Wen Heyin said.
Pei Hantang immediately understood Mu Zhiming's intention, and made a decisive decision: "I'm going to prepare horses and luggage, and I'll go to the frontier with you."
Wen Heyin: "Are you going with me?"
Pei Hantang: "Yes, I don't know if the people from the Biyu Division are looking for you. You are still injured by yourself. I don't worry."
"Okay, but..." Wen Heyin worried, "But this General Gu, can we please move?"
Pei Hantang wondered why his own little thing was so stupid. After being with Mu Zhiming for so many years, he didn't see any clues.
"Oh, wait for the return trip, he will only run faster than you! Don't say it, I'm going to prepare the horse!"
But for half a day, rumors spread about Mu Zhiming's collusion with the enemy and treason and imprisonment and the concubine being imprisoned in the cold palace.
For a while, the government and the opposition shook, and the material discussion was boiling.
These two incidents directly dragged the sage king Fu Ji'an into the quagmire, and many people who tended to gain power had already begun to think about how to please the prince.
After King Su Fu Yi knew about this, he summoned his most trusted personal secret servant, and said in a tone as cold as a knife and sharp blade: "Go check it out for me, who leaked the matter of the imperial concubine taking medicine, and I want him to die. Burial."
At this time, in the dank, cold, cockroach-infested prison, the candlelight trembled slightly, pulling the figure of the man curled up on the straw in the corner extremely long.
Mu Zhiming's hands were bound by heavy rusted iron chains. His head was against the corner of the wall, and he coughed heavily from time to time. He was like a broken bellows, and it was extremely difficult to breathe in and out.
After coughing like this for a whole night, Mu Zhiming's throat had already had a sweet smell in his throat. He looked up at the stone roof of the prison with black and terrifying moss, and sighed softly.
Suddenly, the sound of chains colliding came from the prison door, Mu Zhiming turned his head to look, and saw Huoxing walking towards him unhurriedly.
Huo Xin walked in front of Mu Zhiming, looked down at him condescendingly, and said lightly, "Master Mu, can I stay accustomed to being this arrogant secretary?"
Mu Zhiming smiled: "To tell the truth from Mr. Huo, I am not used to it. I have been afraid of the cold since I was a child, and my lung disease recurred when I was cold. I coughed as if I was dying. I don't know if it disturbed the prison guard. Brother Biyu Si."
"Yes, Mr. Mu still has the leisure to joke, and he is really calm." Huoxing said, "But knowing that his guilt is inevitable, so he has to live with it?"
Mu Zhiming: "Oh? Guilty? I don't understand it, so please ask Mr. Huo to make it clear."
Huo Xin sneered: "Naturally, this is the sin of cooperating with the enemy and treason! Not only did he inform the Gouji aliens where our army's food and forage were located for the sake of honor, but after returning to the country, he lied about the success of the negotiation and wanted to take advantage of our army. When you are slack, give the Gouji clan a chance to step on the ground, Mu Zhiming, do you recognize this kind of treasonous behavior?"
Mu Zhiming smiled calmly.
"It's hard for Mr. Huo to be so eloquent. Well, I admit it."