The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 53
He Ming nodded: "Master Qi in the palace sent a message, saying that he twisted his foot during dancing practice, please go to Qiqing Palace to have a look. But you said you are not free in the morning, and you just let sister Yunwu go and have a look .”

"Is Yun Wu back?" Hong Gong asked.

He Ming tilted his head and thought, a little confused: "Yes, it's been half a day, why hasn't Sister Yun Wu come back yet? Is Mrs. Qi hurt so badly?"

"Get ready and go to the palace to have a look."

Hong Gong instructed, "Anyway, Mrs. Qi is preparing the dance for the palace banquet at the end of the year. If it is delayed due to a foot injury, I will be punished if the superiors are responsible."

"okay."

He Ming responded, and turned to prepare the chariot and horses, but he was muttering in his heart.

It's only September, and it's still early for the New Year's banquet!Why did the master suddenly change his mind?
He Ming muttered and left, leaving Hong Gong alone to look at the direction of Yan Qing's departure, nails fastening the door frame, his eyes dark.

Outside the Hong Family Medical Center, Si Zhan paused, turned around and glanced at the signboard of the Medical Center, and asked Yan Qing, "What did you say to Master Hong?"

When the two came out just now, Hong Gong looked at him, but he was not friendly at all.

Yan Qing opened the curtain and got into the carriage: "Aren't you listening outside?"

Si Xun climbed into the car familiarly, and said with a smile, "I'm not as sharp-eyed as generals who practice martial arts, and I can know other people's whispered plots through the wall."

"Ah."

Yan Qing sneered and mocked, "Since that's the case, what's the use of you following?"

"Someone wants to go in and stare, but the general refuses?"

Si Yan was not annoyed at Yan Qing's mockery of his uselessness. He leaned against the wall of the car, closed his eyes and rested his mind, "Besides, the general has many means. Stay. The existence of a certain is just to remind the general to think twice before speaking and doing things."

Yan Qing glanced at Si Yan, lowered his eyes, and twitched his fingertips lightly: "I just said something that shouldn't be said, so what should you do?"

Si Yan raised his eyebrows, lifted his eyelids slightly, turned his eyes to Yan Qing, landed on the roof of the carriage, and sighed slowly: "Although you are sure that you are still useful to us, General, we will not really be cruel. So dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. But you also have to know that people like us are patient, but also the most impatient. You try it once, and we will play with you, but if you do it more times, who can say for sure? You can't bet The bottom line of people like us, right?"

Yan Qing pursed his lips, rubbed his fingers together, and suddenly sneered, "That's right, you guys who have no bottom line, no matter how hard I try, I can't get to the bottom."

Si Yan closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "If you had realized this earlier, we wouldn't have had so many conflicts."

"Oh. Contradictions? I have no conflicts with you."

Yan Qing flipped his wrist, and played with a small lancet in his hand. His lowered eyes swept across Si Jin's neck, "Since we met, I have always had the same attitude towards you."

Si Zhan was happy, sat up, put his elbows on his legs, bent his back, turned up his peach eyes, stared at Yan Qing from bottom to top, and grinned: "You want my life. Yes Because I detained Mrs. Hou?"

Yan Qing didn't speak, just pressed his eyelids and looked at Si Yan coldly.

"Well, although I didn't do it myself, I did order it to be done."

Si Zhan seemed to have compromised, avoided Yan Qing's sight, stretched out his hands, pillowed them behind his head, leaned back against the car wall, stared up at the roof of the car, but looked at Yan Qing from the corner of his eye, and pulled A smile with unknown meaning, "Actually, I also made a fortune for myself, and I won't live long. If you can survive the incident, you can take our head."

Yan Qing paused for a moment with his hand wiping the blade, and looked up, only to see that Si Zhan had closed his eyes: "It's a big taboo for divination."

Si Yan sighed: "So probably this is retribution!"

As for what retribution is, Si Xun didn't say clearly, Yan Qing guessed it was short-lived, but Si Xun didn't intend to say more, and she didn't have much interest in asking.

The carriage passed the long street and stopped at the intersection of Zhengnan Street, and Si Yan got out of the carriage.

"I have already told the general what I should say, and there is nothing I can do about whether the general will listen or not."

After Si Zhan said this to Yan Qing, he turned around and walked up to the Qingshi on Zhengnan Street, but stopped after two steps, turned around and said, "By the way, this month, someone still has to bother the general."

After all, Si Yancai walked towards Zhengnan Street without looking back.

The coachman turned his head and asked Yan Qing: "Miss, where are we going next?"

Yan Qing frowned, wiped the blade twice with his thumb, and put the blade back into its sheath: "Go home."

Zhengnan Street, Suwang Mansion.

Seeing that Si Yan was approaching Su Wang's mansion carelessly, the concierge was shocked, and the drowsy bug was scared away, and he hurriedly turned his head to look outside the gate of the mansion. He winked, but Si Yan seemed to have lost his way, looked around, rubbed his head and left again.

As soon as Si Yan left, the porter breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the concierge immediately retreated back into the mansion quietly, and hurriedly ran towards the main courtyard.

"Understood, let's go down."

After receiving the report from the concierge, Wen Zhemao sat in the study, staring at a pair of tall landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and sat silently.

This landscape painting was created by Guo Xu'an in the previous dynasty. It is not a famous painting, and not many people have even heard of this name.

Today's people are familiar with his descendant, Guo Youning, Marquis of Zhenbei.

After touching a cup of tea, the landscape painting of Waiting Gao suddenly trembled, and he lifted the canvas with one hand.

Behind the canvas is a dark corridor.

Si Zhan came out from behind the canvas, and the stone door closed behind him, blending with the wall of the study, and the canvas covered it, leaving no trace at all.

"She delivered the message?"

Wen Zhemao asked in a gloomy voice.

Si Zhan went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea, then said: "It's more or less the same, let's see what Hong Gong thinks."

"Oh, that woman probably wishes Qin Zhen could die."

Wen Zhemao twitched the wrench on his thumb mockingly, "Did the third younger brother have any contact with Yan Qing?"

"Not yet."

Si Yan was a little dissatisfied with Wen Zhemao's arbitrarily judging a person, but thinking of his virtue, he didn't bother to talk to him, and just replied matter-of-factly, "Madam Hou is in our hands, no matter how courageous Yan Qing is, it is impossible for him to When interacting with King Duan's people, at most, he will remind the people around the emperor from the side."

"If she doesn't do that, it's not in line with the virtue of the Yan family's loyalty."

Wen Zhemao's eyes fell on the territorial map spread out on the table, in which the locations of the western border and the northern border were marked with two crosses with cinnabar, "If they are a bit more knowledgeable, they won't lose their lives."

(End of this chapter)