Daliang female chief assistant

"General Wang, I do have something important to discuss with you."

Wen Yuting handed the letter from Zhou Shu to Wang Youxian. Wang Youxian took it and read it, frowning and looking at him puzzled.

"Young Lord, what does Mr. Zhou mean by this? Could it be that he is not infected with the plague?"

"En." Wen Yuting nodded.

Zhou Shu was indeed not infected with the plague.

The reason why he suddenly fainted and even vomited blood was because of the medicine he had taken.

And his purpose of doing this is to let the people behind Hongying relax their vigilance.

But he and Zhou Shu still underestimated the man behind them, and the snipe and clam fought for the fisherman's profit, but instead let him rescue Zhang Mao'an.

Wang Youxian was confused by Wen Yuting's words, and finally slapped the letter sent by Zhou Shu on the table.

"Young Lord, this general is a rough man, and I don't understand those schemes. Listen to your words, these things were planned by you and Mr. Zhou early in the morning? So whether Mr. Zhou was poisoned and injured is also in your calculations. within?"

He asked very straightforwardly.

From last night to today, because of Zhou Hui's injury and poisoning, he felt extremely guilty.

But now Wen Yuting told him that all these things were within his and Zhou Shu's plan.

what do they mean?
Is it fun to keep everyone in the dark and play around?

Wang Youxian was very angry in his heart, and he unconsciously increased his tone of voice to Wen Yuting, and even felt dissatisfied with Zhou Shu who was pretending to be sick in the Epidemic People's Square at the moment.

But before the big right and wrong, he didn't play his temper and let go of his burden.

Instead, he said to Wen Yuting: "Young Master, after this incident, this general needs an explanation from you and Mr. Zhou."

"There is also Eldest Young Master Zhou."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Yuting's reaction, he pushed open the door vigorously and left.

He walked with the wind, and the two doors were pushed open by him, and they were crumbling in the wind at the moment.

It seemed that he was really angry.

Wen Yuting was sweating for Zhou Shu.

On the other side, in an ordinary house.

Hongying was lying on the bed recuperating, but she was worried about Zhou Shu who was still in the Epidemic Square.

Although she was angry that he gave Wen Yuting his sleeves as if they were objects, she was still uncontrollably worried about him.

With trembling fingers, he took out a white jade porcelain vase from his bosom, and his eyes fell on the porcelain vase with nostalgia, lost in thought.

Just as she was wandering, a servant girl's voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"Hongying, the master is looking for you and wants you to meet him in the front hall immediately."

After the voice finished speaking, there was no further movement, presumably it had already left.

Hongying suppressed her thoughts, clenched the porcelain bottle with a solemn expression, then carefully put it away, and struggled to get off the bed.

Walked with difficulty to the front hall.

This house looks ordinary from the outside, but there is something else inside.

If an expert who is proficient in the art of gossip comes to see it, he will surely find that this is a house with the structure of yin and yang, five elements, and the art of gossip.

People who didn't know why came here, and before they could find their way out, they were severely injured by the mechanism set up in the yard and died.

Holding her breath and concentrating, Hongying carefully walked through the traps and came to the front hall.

In the front hall, Xiao Yuanlang, dressed in white, was sitting in front of the hall.

Hongying came over dragging her seriously injured body, and saw him saluting properly.

"Meet the master."

The corners of Xiao Yuanlang's lips curled up, staring at the cold sweat on her forehead due to her activities for too long, with a smile that was not a smile.

He didn't speak.

Hongying didn't dare to get up, gritted her teeth, and knelt on the ground with her back straight.

Until she couldn't hold it anymore, the wound on her back that had just healed opened, and blood gushed out, soaking her clothes.

Due to excessive blood loss, her lips gradually turned pale and she kept trembling.

His eyes were blurred, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

At this time, Xiao Yuanlang seemed to have seen enough of her struggling and struggling, so he held the fan dully and tapped lightly on the palm of his hand.

"Get up." He said kindly.

"Thank you, master."

Hongying was extremely weak, she was pardoned, kowtowed to him again, and then staggered up from the ground.

Before she could stabilize her figure, the man above hooked her lips playfully, "Hongying, I have something important to do, and I need your help."

Hongying gritted her teeth and endured the torn wound on her back, let out a breath, and said in a calm voice: "Master's order, Hongying dare not delay."

"Heh, as expected of the person chosen by the king himself." Xiao Yuanlang said with a smile while playing with his fan.

"Just kneel in front of this hall for two hours. After two hours, I will let Yunying come over and whip you."

"A total of fifty lashes," he emphasized.

In the end, his cold eyes looked at Hongying standing below, who was precarious in the wind and rain.

"Can you bear it?"

Although he was asking questions, he was not discussing with her.

Hongying knew in her heart that if she said she couldn't bear it, what awaited her would be even more severe torture.

She suppressed the bitterness at the corner of her mouth and nodded, "Back to Master, Hongying can bear it."

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanlang happily tapped his palm with his fan.

"That's the best."

After Hongying knelt down again, Xiao Yuanlang got down from the seat and walked to her side.

Looking at her back that had already been soaked in blood, there was no pity in her eyes.

"You appeared too suddenly. Zhou Shu doubted your identity and didn't trust you. I received a secret letter saying that Zhou's eldest son was poisoned last night and lost his eyesight. Now Wen Yuting is looking for famous doctors for him to treat him. s eyes."

"Hongying, I trust your medical skills." Then, the topic changed, "But in order to make you win the trust of Zhou Shu, this king came up with this bitter plan."

"After you are whipped, this king will have you thrown out of the county government office when you are dying. You must seize the opportunity to make Wen Yuting and Zhou Shu believe in you."

"Of course, you left with a serious injury like this. With Zhou Shu's ingenuity, he must have figured out that this is the king's bitter plan, so he used the plan. The king wants you to pretend to defect and tell them all about the king's purpose."

Hearing this, Hongying lowered her eyebrows and asked him: "What if they still don't believe me?"

After the words fell, Xiao Yuanlang laughed softly as if he heard some joke.

Immediately, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The corners of the hooked lips were slowly flattened, and the voice was cold and harsh, like a demon from hell.

"That means you are not capable enough, so there is no need for me to keep you."

As his words fell, Hongying's whole body turned cold, as if in an ice cellar.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, and the chill rose from the soles of his feet.

She replied with despair: "Master, please rest assured that Hongying will definitely complete the task assigned by the master."

"It's so good." After saying that, Xiao Yuanlang clapped his hands.

In an instant, two more dark shadows appeared in the front hall.

They knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists in their hands, and bowed to Xiao Yuanlang, "Master."

Xiao Yuanlang didn't even look at them, and tapped Hongying who was kneeling under the hall with the hand holding the fan.

"Hongying defected, she was punished with fifty lashes, and expelled from the palace."

Dark Guard: "Yes."

in unison.

Fifty lashes, severe punishment.

Hongying gritted her teeth and endured until the last whip fell.