Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 883

"Have you checked everything?" Huan Zicheng asked in a low voice with a cold expression on his face.

The dumb slave crossed his hands and said: "My lord, I have checked, it was Mr. Shilang who did it."

Huan Zicheng's face remained motionless, and his voice was cold: "My good fourth brother, isn't he in the mansion?"

"My lord, Mr. Silang and Zhang Wuyong are fishing in Xiaojiuchuan." The dumb slave said in a deep voice.

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips curled into a slight arc, and he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Since it's setting up a trap, you have to pick yourself out first. My fourth brother can't do it. On this point, there is no one else." Learn by yourself."

The dumb slave bowed and said nothing.

Huan Zicheng stretched out his hand, patted the pine tree a few times, and faintly uttered three words: "Let's do it."

"No." The dumb slave answered very neatly.

Huan Zicheng gave a "hmm", took out a white towel to wipe his fingers, and said softly, "Just discard it."

As soon as these words came out, for some reason, the face of the dumb slave suddenly showed a bit of sadness.

He looked at Huan Zicheng, hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his head silently.

Huan Zicheng turned his head to look at him, his face seemed to be a little more emotional, he suddenly pointed his finger in the direction of Qin Su, his eyes were cold: "Sishui has changed a lot, that's why this situation happened. It was sent by Su Changling three days ago. The secret letter, the dumb uncle must have read it too."

"Yes, my lord." The dumb slave replied, his voice was low: "The army of Zhao Guo is overwhelming, and a big war is imminent."

"It's true. It is because of the imminent battle that there will be changes in Huifeng Palace." Huan Zicheng said, looking at the girl who was wiping blood not far away, with a rare worry on his brows: "Sishui The battle of the war and the killing of Huifeng Temple, the former is the cause, and the latter is the effect. The person who set up the game, like us, knew the changes in Surabaya in advance, so he set up the game at this time. I say this, dumb uncle can clear."

"The subordinate understands." The dumb slave said: "My lord has said before that someone wants to put Princess Jinling at a disadvantage, and use this as an opportunity to plot to harm my Huan family. The subordinate... all understand."

When he said these words, the sad look on his face still remained, and after a pause, he finally sighed wistfully: "This death will hurt the Huan family after all."

"No breaking, no standing." Huan Zicheng said briefly, put away the white scarf, patted the dumb slave on the shoulder, turned and walked back.

The dumb slave stood beside the tree in a daze, with doubts, sorrow, and a little agitation on his face.

All these emotions were constantly circulating in his body, and his complexion was constantly changing. After a while, he sighed silently.

At that moment, those emotions disappeared from him, and he turned back into that honest and silent dumb slave again.

At this time, Huan Zicheng had already returned to Qin Su's side. Seeing that most of the blood on her body had been washed away, but there were a few places behind her that hadn't been wiped off, he stepped forward and said in a gentle voice: "Your Highness still has some behind, I'll come help you."

At this time, Qin Su didn't care about the defense of men and women, Qing Huan's inability to be the master, etc. Now the most important thing is to join Xu Meiren as soon as possible to deal with the next Jin Yuwei and the imperial army.

Therefore, after hearing Huan Zicheng's words, she immediately smiled gratefully at him, and handed over the brush: "Thank you Huan Lang, I was also worried that I didn't clean my back."

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips curled up inconspicuously, and he took the brush, dipped it in the liquid medicine, and wiped it off for Qin Su.

At that moment, neither of them noticed the dumb slave's expression.

At this moment, the dumb slave's face was full of shock.He even raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He really couldn't believe that the man who gently helped Her Royal Highness wipe the blood was the cold master of his family.

"Boom," thunder sounded again in the distance, and the momentum was astonishing.

"It's going to rain." Qin Su said anxiously, keeping looking up at the sky.

There was already a hint of water in the wind, if it rained all of a sudden and the clothes were soaked, even if there were witnesses, it would be difficult for her to explain clearly.

The movements of Huan Zicheng's subordinates are always steady, and the voice is also calm: "It's okay, there is Uncle Mute here."

Qin Su turned her head and thought for a while, then felt relieved, nodded and smiled: "Exactly. With Uncle Dumb, even if there are knives falling in the sky, it will be fine."

Huan Zicheng was probably in a good mood, and at this moment he even joked: "Uncle Dumb is in hand, everything is safe."

Qin Su covered her lips and laughed when she heard the words, and said jokingly: "Uncle Dumb will go out, one of them will be the top eight."

Huan Zicheng raised the corners of his lips when he heard this, and there was a smile in his eyes, Qin Su also chuckled lightly.

The mute stared blankly at the scene in front of him and scratched his head.

He usually seldom acts like this, but now he was really surprised by these two people.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling: he was actually an outsider, and those two were a family.

Fortunately, Huan Zicheng quickly wiped away the blood and left Qin Su's side, and the weird atmosphere dissipated.

Qin Su lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, and carefully checked every detail until she confirmed that there was no trace of blood. Still doing it."

"The medicine prepared by Ning Zong has a miraculous effect." Huan Zicheng said casually, looked at the dumb slave, and nodded slightly to him: "Thank you dumb uncle, send your highness to the purple ghost."

The dumb slave answered yes, stepped forward and picked up Qin Su's collar.

Qin Su knew that she was about to experience that meteor flying away again soon.So, just before the dumb slave jumped up, she quickly said to Huan Zicheng: "Huan Lang, don't forget about tomorrow..."

The last "promise" was finally thrown into the air by the dumb slave's jump.

Huan Zicheng looked at the direction where they disappeared, the warm smile on his face gradually dissipated, his expression was stern and his eyes were contemplative...

When Qin Su finally sat down in Linfeng Xiaozhu'an, Jin Yuwei hadn't found it yet.

She sat on the chair and looked aside, but saw that the room was full of huanghuali furniture, and the six screens in front of the door were embroidered with Mr. Wuliu's "Picture of Holding the Stove". The embroidery is extraordinary.

Seeing this, Qin Su nodded secretly.

The room is very ornately arranged, but it is not well-organized, and it fits well with Xu Zirou's origin from the Otohan clan.

However, when she turned her gaze to the two young palace maids beside her, doubts appeared on her face.

The two little palace servants stood on the left and right sides of the screen, with their hands folded and their eyes lowered, as if they were turning a blind eye. They had no doubts about the Princess Jinling who appeared out of thin air.

When the mute slave brought Qin Su just now, he was clearly under the noses of these two little palace maids, but they were like wooden figures, as if they didn't see it at all.

(End of this chapter)