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Chapter 238 Something Big Will Happen
Such a vicious mind!They actually let a child use the flowers to poison them, and they were in a bustling city with people coming and going. Under such circumstances, they were completely defenseless.

Yan Zheng gritted his teeth secretly, his heart was full of regrets, if he knew this, it would be better not to take such a detour, just break the boat and go straight to Huanglong.

Although Yan Zheng didn't speak, there was a little gloom in his eyes.

Yan Wanwan raised her hand and rubbed his raised eyebrows with her fingers, "Don't do that! I don't like it!"

Yan Zheng's eyes flashed, and he looked at her, temporarily suppressing the haze in his eyes.

"Just now I also asked my friends in the Jianghu to help pay attention. Apart from that child, there is also the matter of Gu poison. There is no way out. Don't take things too seriously. I think I still have a big life. Yes, I couldn’t drown in the water back then, how can a small bug get me?” She spoke briskly and smiled brightly, as if this was really just a trivial matter, not a major matter of life and death.

Yan Zheng looked at her for a moment, then smiled, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of her head, and gave a low "hmm", "Of course! My wife is a woman who doesn't give way to men, how can she be defeated by these ghost tricks?" ?”

Yan Wanwan seemed to be pleased by his words, she raised her red lips and smiled, "Tell me quickly, how is the situation outside?"

Speaking of this, Yan Zheng's eyes darkened suddenly, "Uncle Qingyuan escaped."

Actually escaped...Min felt very happy!But in this way, it can be considered that he is plotting something wrong. "Will he come back?" Yan Wanwan asked, but the answer was already certain.

Uncle Qingyuan has been planning for so many years, and now that he has been exposed, he fled just to make a comeback, and now there is no need to cover it up, it just happened to be a real sword.

Yan Zheng gave a "hmm" to confirm her guess, "The thing to do now is to make the bag firm, and when the urn is ready, it depends on whether he dares to come."

Now is the critical juncture, although Yan Zheng wished to be by Yan Wanwan's side all the time, never leaving him, but he couldn't.

After Yan Wanwan fell asleep, Yan Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at the black line on her arm that snaked to her wrist, and gently rubbed the skin on her wrist with his fingertips, but his eyes were dim.

After a long time, he let go, covered her with a quilt, and retreated from the room.

As soon as he went out, the warmth on his face instantly faded, showing a coldness he had never seen before. Against the sharp light in his eyes, it made people feel cold all over his body just by looking at him.

Yuan Feng leaned over and saluted just now, but before he could speak, Yan Zheng ordered in a cold voice, "Order all the localities to believe in Yingzi, and try their best to collect information about the Miaojiang Gu poison, so that those who are looking for someone should hurry up." He and Yan Wanwan talked just now, but they both deliberately avoided mentioning it. In fact, they both knew each other well, if the person who poisoned him was to restrain Yan Zheng, then that's okay, and they would definitely negotiate terms with him.But what if not?

Yan Zheng didn't dare to say it, but his heart was already thrown on the frying pan, and just thinking about that possibility was already causing him all kinds of torment.

Yuan Feng didn't respond immediately, he looked at Yan Zheng hesitantly, "My lord, someone just sent a message and wants to make an appointment with you!"

There was a flash of light in Yan Zheng's eyes, and he suddenly raised his eyelashes, "Who?"

A piece of paper was handed to him, Yan Zheng took it, and looking down, there was a rare surprise in his usual indiscriminate eyes, "It's him?"

It has been snowing heavily for several days in Shangjing, and the eyes are covered with wild whiteness. The hustle and bustle seems to be covered by the heavy snow, and it is quiet and beautiful.

The haze of the epidemic has not completely dissipated, and the news of Qingyuan Bofan has spread throughout the capital.

For ordinary people, the shadow of war is far less terrifying than the disease that was close at hand before, not to mention that apart from the first news that Qingyuan Bofan was lost, no other news was heard, and the court was as quiet as if it had not happened at all. It is normal to see this rebellion in the eyes.

Therefore, it is even more difficult for the people who survived the catastrophe to spare any time to pay attention to this matter. Instead, they live with peace of mind as usual and prepare for the New Year's Eve in the near future.

Compared with the ignorant common people, after Uncle Qingyuan rebelled, Emperor Yanhe would just sit back and watch them quarrel no matter how loudly the officials quarreled at the court meeting. There is already a solution, so forget it.

However, he didn't reveal half a word about the solution.However, the imperial court had no intention of sending troops at all. The defenses of Shangjing City and Miyagi City were changed one after another, and they were still in the hands of Han Mingsi. It is really hard to see what is causing the trouble.Was it a sudden coma?To listen to and believe in Han Mingsi's eagle dogs to such an extent?Could it be that the rebels had to wait for the rebels to hit the city gate, no, hit the palace gate before they wanted to fight back?
The current Chief Assistant Chen Ge Lao asked His Majesty several times, but was rejected.Worrying, these days he can't sleep at night, not to mention the blisters on his mouth, and the already sparse hair fell out in large quantities, which made him a step closer to the ranks of dirty old men.

Unexpectedly, on this day, Emperor Yanhe specially sent someone to call him into the palace to have an audience, it must be for the rebels.How dare Mr. Chen Ge delay?He hurriedly dressed up and entered the palace against the snow.

At the gate of the palace, he saw several familiar carriages, Chen Ge felt more at ease, all the things that should come have come, it seems that His Majesty will finally start to deal with it.

After walking a few steps, two figures were faintly seen in front of him.It was a little servant holding an umbrella. The person under the umbrella was not wearing official uniform, but was wearing a plain wide-sleeved Taoist robe, walking slowly in the wind and snow, which seemed to be a bit of fairy spirit.

Chen Gelao hurriedly chased after him, seeing that it was the person he thought he was, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "It's Mr. Wen! Are you going to brave the wind and snow to enter the palace today to visit the empress?"

We all know that the queen's phoenix is ​​not in good health, and His Majesty allowed Wen Gong to visit the palace every day. I didn't expect Wen Gong to enter the palace in such a heavy snowstorm. It seems that the rumors are true, and the queen's health is really not good enough. That's it.

Duke Wen nodded lightly, and looked up at the somewhat unreal palace in the snow and mist, "It was His Majesty who summoned this old man into the palace."

Chen Gel was stunned, and then laughed, "So that's the case." The two continued to walk, but Chen Gel was full of doubts in his heart, why did he call him Duke Wen?Even if Duke Wen is highly respected, he hasn't been involved in political affairs for many years. What does His Majesty mean by this?

However, this person in front of me is not easy to ask... To be able to take the position of chief assistant, Mr. Chen Ge is not a fuel-efficient lamp. All kinds of thoughts are suppressed in the bottom of his heart, and the surface does not show at all. China is walking.

He was restless all the way, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the Chengtian Hall of the Chaohui.It's actually Chengtian Hall, not the Imperial Study Room?

Today is really weird everywhere.It seemed that something big was about to happen.

The two servants leading the way put away their umbrellas, Mr. Chen Gel and Mr. Wen stood in front of the hall, and patted off the snowflakes that fell from their bodies. Yi Xiande opened the curtain and poked his head out, inviting the two of them to enter. temple.

(End of this chapter)