The owner of the Zuisheng Pavilion probably never dreamed that he would fall into the latrine one day. Does this mean that he is not sure about himself
The cleanliness-loving Pavilion Master was about to be stunned by Qiao Wei's anger!
It would be all right if the enemy kicked him, but he just saved her, how could he avenge his kindness like this? !
Gang Leader Qiao, who had finished his bad deeds, was in a much happier mood. With his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, he swaggered back to his room.
Ji Mingxiu was still asleep, Qiao Wei didn't disturb him, and after sitting for a while, he went to Yan Feijue's side.
Afraid that the three little buns would be worried, Huo Shigong and the four birds and beasts returned home before dawn, and told them that their parents were going to visit relatives and friends, and they would be back soon.
Yan Feijue was interrupted by Ji Wushuang just now, but he forgot to ask Qiao Wei who was shot.
"I don't know who it is. The other party is wearing a cloak and a veil, covering all of his face, but... from the figure, he looks like a woman." Qiao Wei recalled that she only glanced at her in a hurry that day. I took a glance, but I didn't see it too clearly. It was not so much my body shape as it was my intuition.
Intuition told her that the other party was a woman.
Yan Feijue frowned strangely: "Could it be Concubine Rong?"
It is indeed a coincidence that Concubine Rong is missing her front foot and her back foot is shot, but how can Concubine Rong pull the blood moon bow
Yan Feijue said again: "There is one more thing, among those who attacked us last night were the dead soldiers of the National Teacher Hall, could it be that the National Teacher Hall is not dead, and wants to kill the young master, lest the National Teacher fulfill its promise Bar?"
Qiao Wei tightened her eyes thoughtfully: "What's the situation, just call someone over and ask."
Yan Feijue took Ji Mingxiu's token, entered the palace immediately, and arrested the eldest disciple of the National Master Hall to Zuisheng Pavilion.
The eldest disciple was tied up with a belt and put a knife on his neck. He looked at Qiao Wei on the seat with a dazed expression, and a middle-aged man with a stern temperament and an unfamiliar face beside Qiao Wei. Yan Fei decided that he was coming. On the way, he already knew each other and knew that the other party was the prime minister's subordinate.
"Little Dolma, what are you doing? Why are you arresting me?" He asked puzzled.
Yan Feijue kicked him, kicking him to his knees on the ground: "Stop fucking nonsense! Be honest, did you guys do what happened yesterday?!"
The eldest disciple was kicked in pain, and he let out a groan. These wizards are very fragile. Unless they have reached the level of master, how can they stand up to such arbitrarily kicked by a martial arts master
Yan Fei looked at his half-dead look, got angry, raised his palm and threatened: "Are you still wronged? Believe it or not, I will beat you!"
The eldest disciple coldly gouged out Yan Feijue's eyes with a knife: "I remember a saying in your Central Plains, which is 'a scholar can be killed but not humiliated'! How did I offend you? You can kill if you want to, don't wantonly insult the national teacher The dignity of the temple!"
"You still have dignity?" Yan Fei slapped his hands in a gesture.
The eldest disciple stared at him intently.
Qiao Wei said lightly: "Uncle Yan, sit down first, I'll ask him."
Yan Feijue groaned coldly and sat beside Ji Wushuang.
The eldest disciple then set his eyes on Qiao Wei's face: "Why did you arrest me? I said that I will help you find the secret book!"
Qiao Wei said: "You don't need to worry about the secret book, I want to ask two other things."
The eldest disciple said: "What's the matter? Tell me."
Qiao Wei said seriously: "Let me ask you, how many blood moon bows are there in the world?"
The eldest disciple wondered why little Dolma would ask such a weird question, but he answered her truthfully: "Counting the one from your Ji family, there are two in total."
"Which one is from the Ji family?" Qiao Wei asked.
The eldest disciple is even more confused, isn't the Ji family just one? Which one
"It's the one you used in the duel!"
That one belonged to the national teacher, a temporary fake in the hands of the national teacher. In this way, there is only one blood moon bow.
If there was only one Blood Moon Bow, didn't the murderer steal the Blood Moon Bow and shoot her and then put it back
It was purely her carelessness that the Falcon stole the secrets, but the Blood Moon Bow was neatly stored in Wangshu's little treasure chest. It would be impossible for ordinary thieves to think that they would casually stuff such an important treasure into a child's toy box .
Unless the other party knows early on.
Not only did he know, but he also took away the Blood Moon Bow and put it back under their noses without anyone noticing
This possibility is too small.
Qinglianju is not a vegetable garden, so anyone can come and go freely
If the other party is a stranger, then she cannot escape Master Huo's eyes.
If the other party is an acquaintance, then she cannot escape the eyes of the maids in the yard.
"Think about it carefully, has your master told you anything about the Blood Moon Bow?"
The eldest disciple thought about it seriously for a while: "When you mentioned this, I did think of one thing. Once I went to deliver medicine to Master, and Master drank some wine and murmured with the Blood Moon Bow, 'Also I don’t know which one is more powerful’, I asked the master which one is more powerful, the master said, bow. I said, is there any bow in the world that is more powerful than the blood moon bow? The master stopped talking. I always thought that what the master said was drunk, Now it seems that he probably knew that your Ji family has a second Blood Moon Bow!"
Qiao Wei and Yan Feijue Ji Wushuang exchanged a look. If the wizard did not lie, then there is indeed a second Blood Moon Bow in the world.
Blood moon blood moon, two bows put together is a complete moon.
It was originally a pair!
It seems that the patriarch still kept his eyes open when he passed on the throne to the patriarch of the country.
"By the way, why do you keep asking me this?" the eldest disciple asked suspiciously.
Qiao Wei settled down, and said without changing her face: "It's nothing, just ask casually, I almost understand this matter, and I have another thing to ask you, I was chased by a dead man in the northern suburbs last night, Did your National Teacher Palace do it?"
The eldest disciple gave Qiao Wei a strange look: "How could I send someone to chase you down? Am I the kind of despicable person who begs for peace with you on the surface, but turns around and stabs you?"
Qiao Wei looked at him suspiciously: "You have to ask yourself."
"You..." The eldest disciple turned pale with anger, "There is another saying in your Central Plains, 'There is no excuse for the crime you want to inflict'? If you want to deal with the National Teacher Hall, just say it, don't mess with us!"
Qiao Wei looked at him dubiously: "It's really not the work of your National Teacher Palace?"
The eldest disciple snorted and said, "My master is still in a coma. Without his old man's order, who would dare to dispatch the dead?"
Qiao Wei touched her chin: "But, if it wasn't done by your National Teacher Palace, who would it be?"
The eldest disciple frowned and said, "How do I know? It's not just the National Teacher's Hall that kills!"
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Others have it too?"
The eldest disciple said: "Not often, Yeluo is forbidden to privately train the dead. Only the National Teacher Hall is qualified, but there are also people who are not afraid of death and do it secretly. It is Ling Chi's serious crime to be caught. If you don't get caught, you can train them." In order to be sold to people as killers and bodyguards, the price of dead soldiers is extremely high, as long as you train one, you will have food for a lifetime!"
Qiao Wei asked with a half-smile: "Then... are the dead soldiers outside or your National Teacher Hall?"
The eldest disciple raised his chin and said, "Of course the National Teacher Hall is amazing!"
Yan Feijue and Ji Wushuang raised their eyebrows.
Asked here, the answer Qiao Wei wants is basically clear, whether the murderer is Concubine Rong is not mentioned for the time being, but the National Teacher Hall is not involved.
Qiao Wei asked Yan Feijue to send the eldest disciple back.
In the evening, Ji Mingxiu woke up faintly. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Qiao Wei was not there on the bed. He sat up in shock, his huge movement tore the wound, and his face turned pale.
Seeing that he was awake, Qiao Wei hurriedly stood up from the chair, walked over to support him and said, "Why are you sitting up? What are you looking at?"
Ji Mingxiu took her hand and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, as if he was afraid that if he was not paying attention, he would not be able to grasp her again. To Qiao Wei, she just fell asleep, but to him, she was It is the separation between life and death.
The kind of panic of holding her but not being able to wake her up is still lingering in my heart when I think about it.
Ji Mingxiu didn't want Qiao Wei to discover her emotions, so she said calmly, "You got up, how long have I been asleep?"
Qiao Wei put on clothes for him and said, "One day, are you hungry? I'll pass the meal on."
After Qiao Wei was injured, he didn't drink a drop of water. When Qiao Wei mentioned it, he was really hungry.
Qiao Wei went to the kitchen of Zuisheng Pavilion and ordered some light dishes.