Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 286 True Proton ([-])
On weekdays, the study is where Chi Zhaozhizi studies and works. When the door of the study is pushed open, the furnishings inside are still the same. There are a few books spread out on the table, there is still unused ink in the inkstone, and the bookshelf against the wall on, full of books.

Xi Linglan frowned, and asked Yuan Xuan in a low voice: "Chizhao Zhizi likes to read on weekdays?"

Yuan Xuan tried hard to recall, and said uncertainly: "I don't seem to like reading very much in my impression, but I have a certain interest in martial arts. It is said that my favorite thing is growing flowers..."

Xi Linglan nodded, and then looked at the study, feeling something was wrong. There were many books in the study, and the furnishings were normal, no different from the study of an ordinary scholarly family.I opened two books at random, but they were all books on the art of war, strategy, and historical records. Judging from the old and new ones, they still looked like they were often read.

Xi Linglan put down the book in his hand, and took two steps back: "Check this bookshelf carefully to see if there is a dark room behind it." A person who is said to like to grow flowers on weekdays, there is no pot of flowers and plants in the study room. What she saw in Chu Tianmu's study was not bad, and there were even two extremely precious ancient books.

The soldiers behind him quickly cleared all the books on the bookshelf, leaving only the last topmost book, which seemed to be inlaid on the bookshelf, and could not be removed no matter what.

Yuan Xuan was the first to notice something was wrong, and signaled the soldiers to back down. He stretched out his hand, touched left and right, and then heard a "creak", and the bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing a secret door.

Pushing open the secret door, an unpleasant smell came to the nostrils, which seemed to be a mixture of rotten food and excrement.Xiling originally wanted to go in to find out, but was stopped by Yuan Xuan, who took the hem of his robe and went into the dark room first.

Not long after, Yuan Xuan came out with a strange expression on his face. Before Xi Linglan had time to ask, he was attracted by a person hugged by a soldier behind him: "He Guangxi?"

The one who was held in the arms of the soldier, his complexion was pale and frightening because he hadn’t seen the sun all year round, and he seemed to be malnourished, so thin that only a handful of bones remained. If it wasn’t for that face that was so fresh in my memory, I couldn’t believe it .

In the blink of an eye, Xiling Lan understood that the martial arts master He Guangxi was a fake!She suddenly remembered Lao Qinglin's conversation.

"Young master, are you really planning to risk yourself? Actually, there is no need..."

"Just get a substitute, let anyone go, young master, if you trust me, I am willing to go..."

substitute!It turned out that what she ran into in the old green forest was when the young master played the role of the proton at the beginning, yes, in this way, she wanted to see through the whole process.

Since then, the fake proton He Guangxi locked up the real proton and pretended to exist for three years!Using the identity of a fake proton, he secretly conspired in the capital, entangled his party members, colluded with the third prince and Yuan Shizi's mansion, planned the robbery incident in Kyoto, stole all kinds of deadly secrets from the families of powerful officials, and forced them to work... …

The real He Guangxi has been tortured to the point where he is almost unconscious. When asked about him, he only knows that three years ago, when he woke up after a nap, he found himself locked in that dark room.

Every three days, someone would bring him food and water. No matter how hard he begged, threatened suicide, or tried to escape secretly, he failed.

The one who delivered the food to him was a mute who never spoke, and would only silently deliver food once every three days and clean up the dark room.

(End of this chapter)