Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 912

Jing Hong stood steadily by the side, his black hair was heavy and black, but he looked a bit unnatural.

"My lord, since she moved back to the old house, she has sneaked out three times." She crossed her hands and said in a solemn voice: "One of them was to go to Lord Sikong's original big study, and two times to Wuyuan study."

"Really?" Huan Zicheng said indifferently, slowly straightened up, and flicked his sleeves: "What did she do when she ran to these two study rooms?"

Hearing this, Jing Hong showed some doubts on his face, and said: "She walked up and down on the original site of these two study rooms, muttering in her mouth, as if she was looking for something according to some formula. What is strange is that she actually found several hidden darkrooms in the end, which are very...strange. The subordinates looked at them, and she seemed to be very familiar with these places, and she did not hesitate to press the mechanism, just like It seems that she has been to the Huan Mansion before and knows everything about the Huan Mansion."

Speaking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, and she stroked her temples with her hands, and said: "Speaking of which, my subordinate has been a secret guard in the Huan Mansion for so many years, but I never knew that the mansion actually There are still these doorways. If I hadn't followed her, I wouldn't have known any of these darkrooms, making me, the head of the dark guard, even worse than a little lady."

She seemed to be a little resentful as she spoke, and it showed on her face.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, but his breath was cold.

Jinghong glanced at him, then put away his expression, and continued in a deep voice: "After finding these dark rooms, she opened them all to look at them, and then closed them as they were. Afterwards, She never sneaked out again. The subordinates looked at her, she seemed to have let go of something on her mind, and she ate and slept well recently."

Huan Zicheng let out a "huh" and asked abruptly, "The purple ghost still comes every few days?"

Jing Hong crossed his hands and said: "Yes, my lord. Every one or two days, A'Zi will come over to give her a spell of obsession."

Huan Zicheng looked indifferently at a wall that had collapsed in the distance.

The blue bricks had long been burnt to black gray, with sand and broken wood mixed in, and there was still a faint smell of burnt in the air.

He turned to look at his feet.

Right where he was standing, on the blackened brick floor, there were still some dry black bloodstains.

"When I go to Surabaya, I want to take the purple ghost away." He said softly, his eyes swept across the brand-new, shining plaque in front of him, his face was cold.

"My lord, do you want to bring Ah Zi?" Surprise flashed across Jing Hong's face, and he seemed a little unwilling, he raised his head to look at Huan Zicheng's face, and said in a low voice, "Ah Zi doesn't know the art of war, my lord Instead of taking her, it's better... to take your subordinates."

Huan Zicheng's originally cold face suddenly showed a slight smile.

"Cheng Zong is playing again?" He asked, there was no indifference in his tone, only a little helplessness.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Jing Hong lowered his head, and scratched on the brick floor with his toes, saying: "I don't want to play. This subordinate just feels that this subordinate is more awkward than I am." Zi needs to do something about it. Besides, I heard that the winter in Surabaya is extremely cold, and without snow, the mud can be so frozen that even swords can’t penetrate it. The subordinates are a little curious, how cold is that place? what kind?"

For this female master who will never grow up, Huan Zicheng has always followed the policy of "respect and keep a distance". Hearing this, he immediately shook his head and said: "This is not possible. Cheng Zong has to look after that person for me." , don’t let her out of your sight for a moment. As for the purple ghost, her enchantment technique is very useful, and I may be able to use it in Surabaya.”

Jinghong's face collapsed, but he also knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he could only say listlessly: "Okay, then I'll just stay."

Huan Zicheng looked at her, and said comfortingly: "After all the affairs in Beijing are over, I would like to invite Cheng Zong to visit the Tang Kingdom, okay?"

"That's good." Jing Hong immediately smiled and rolled his eyes, stroked his temples with his hands, and said sweetly: "After all, the lord understands me best."

Huan Zicheng shook his head helplessly, his face gradually returned to his usual coldness, and said in a low voice: "Before I leave, Ning Zong will give you some medicine, and you can use it on her body, let her sleep more , good health and nourishment.”

Jing Hong covered his lips with a smile and said, "This guy Ning Zhiyuan likes to tinker with these messy things all day long."

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, just nodded slightly to her.

Jinghong understood, crossed his hands and saluted, turned around and escaped into the fading twilight.

Huan Zicheng stood on the scorched brick floor, looking towards the direction of the imperial city with his hands behind his back.

At some point, a faint yellow lantern lit up behind him, illuminating the mid-autumn dusk.

He turned his head to look, and saw the dumb slave standing on the rubble with a lantern in his hand, his eyes full of sadness.

"Is Uncle Dumb still sad?" Huan Zicheng asked, his voice was as cold as before, without any emotion.

The dumb slave didn't deny it, and said sadly: "I think back then, when I was brought to Huan's house by the old man, the sycamore tree over there was still very small. Now it has grown so tall, but it is... Never escaped the fire."

There was a deep nostalgia and reluctance in his tone, as if the past years had been completely burned by this fire.

"Break the old and bring forth the new, in order to survive in the troubled times. If my Huan family wants to survive, this is the only way to go." Huan Zicheng said.

It is clearly a voice with no ups and downs, but in people's ears, it is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, with a deep voice and Xiao Xiao, it is really shocking.

"My lord, forgive me, I made a slip of the tongue." The dumb slave immediately said respectfully, took two steps forward with the lantern in hand, and handed over a note: "The news from the palace, everything that needs to be resolved has been resolved."

Huan Zicheng took the note and looked at it twice, then handed it back to the dumb slave, and said with a little regret: "In this way, I can leave with peace of mind."

The dumb slave bowed, didn't say anything, just took out a slender iron scroll from his sleeve again, and handed it to Huan Zicheng.

"Any news about Mo San?" Huan Zicheng glanced at the scroll, and the corners of his lips curled up: "This time his news came just in time, just before the army left."

The dumb slave said in a respectful voice: "It was Feiying who sent the letter, and it just arrived."

Huan Zicheng didn't say a word for a while, he just unwrapped the roll with a strange technique, took out a roll of paper tied with a rope from inside, and opened it to have a look.

Afterwards, there was a slight smile on his cold face: "Mo San is also very sensible, and took this news in exchange for my peace of mind."

"He's in Zhao country, he can't do anything alone, so he has to listen to us." The dumb slave said, with a slight sarcasm in his tone: "He only wants to be his suzerain of the Mo family. With a backer like the lord, he is naturally Lean on more."

(End of this chapter)