Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"Roar! Royal Family, you deserve to be punished for your crimes!" "Remember your identity …" His hands were extremely steady, the sharp retro Tang blade was open, and the dark red color inside the blood groove was clearly a blade that had seen blood.

The arrogant assistant was immediately dumbfounded. He felt his thigh tighten and he nearly peed his pants!

Every single one of the guards that could be chosen to be Shang Tai's bodyguards were all top class experts, and each of them had rich killing experience. This murderous atmosphere caused everyone in the tent to dare to move recklessly.

The British soldiers at the door rushed towards them to surround and rescue them. However, they subconsciously felt that as long as there was even the slightest disrespect, that guard would definitely make his move and would not show any mercy.

Besides, a king was still here. Was he really going to shoot?

When Shang Tai saw that his subordinates had scared the English people, he waved his hands and said, "Go down, be courteous to the guests. Even if they do not know etiquette, they will not mess up our manners!"

"Yes!" "Your Majesty …" Tang Dao made a beautiful flick of his blade, and a cold light flashed as he returned to his scabbard. At that moment, the killing intent that shrouded the guard disappeared as if he was enveloped by an invisible scabbard.

He still had that simple and honest look on his face. He was completely harmless!

The sudden incident had suppressed the arrogance of these British bastards, and now that Samuel 's leg was bandaged, he sat on the bed and apologized to Shang Tai.

"Your Majesty, I am truly sorry for such an accident … "Also, I apologize to you in place of my assistant. His concern has caused him pain and confusion …"

"I still believe in royal doctors. Previously, I drank his soup and recovered very well, so I believe him. Don't mind my assistant's nonsense …"

The military doctor that brewed the medicine was truly a family of doctors. Several generations ago, his ancestors had brewed medicine in the Forbidden City. However, when he heard Samuel's praise, he did not feel happy at all.

"The situation this time is rather complicated... "In the past, it was merely typhoid fever caused by wind and sun along the way. Although the illness is very annoying, it is not a serious problem to recuperate …"

"But today is winter. The cold air has long been forced into my bone marrow, and my thigh is also injured …" You need to recuperate properly, and the best thing to do is to quickly leave this place and return to the Central Plains! "

"Gansu and Xi'an have famous doctors, and the variety of medicinal herbs is richer... We still have confidence in where we can go! "

The blond assistant, who had been scared to the point of almost wetting his pants, said softly, "This must be murder, it must be murder …"

Shang Tai didn't want to hear it, so he scolded, "If there is no evidence, don't speak nonsense! You said it was murder. What is the motive? Who was the mastermind? Is there any evidence? "

"You don't have anything, and you just say murder with your white teeth? Shall I assume, then, that Mr. Samuel's alleged murder was the result of an inequitable distribution among you Englishmen? "

"There's no evidence, so just say whatever you want to say …"

The blond haired assistant was obviously angry and confused, he straightened his neck and retorted, "Why would we kill our own people? You Chinese are the only outsiders here, it must be you … "

"Where is the evidence? "What the hell are you going to say without evidence!" Shang Tai ignored Wang Jue and cursed, "What you say is what you meant? Why do we kill? Was there a motive? Why should I? "

"Isn't it because of that … "Wall..."

"Shut up!" "Otis, get out of here..." Samuel was so scared that he was sweating all over. His assistant had almost blurted it out.

The murals they stole from the Great Buddha's ribs were actually very hidden. Most people could not find them without looking carefully, so the British people had always thought that Shang Tai and the others did not find them at all.

After a period of time, even if they found a mural flaw, they could still push it onto history and not admit it!

Samuel was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body. He didn't want to turn himself into a mural thief before finding the murderer.

The assistant did not dare to speak any further. He lowered his head and retreated to a corner to sit on the sandy ground without uttering a single word!

Shang Tai just stood there and watched as the Englishman pretended to be stupid. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Samuel, I have already sent a telegram regarding what happened today!"

"I believe that the British Embassy in Beijing will soon find out the details of the situation. Furthermore, I invited Zuo Zongtang's subordinates to coordinate the investigation …"

"What happened? "Whether it was an accident or if someone really did kill him, I think the investigation will eventually come to a conclusion!"

"Since you all have such suspicions, then please ask this assistant to come with us to explore the site! I think there will always be evidence that a wise person can understand! "

"Mr. Samuel, please rest first. There will definitely be an explanation for this!"

The British did not expect these Chinese to be so generous as to form a joint evidence team at the first possible moment. They thought that the Chinese would kill them all at once!

When Shang Tai left, Samuel drank a bowl of bitter medicine and said to his assistant, "Your Majesty is right. If you want to investigate the exploration site immediately, bring my camera and sketchbook and record down everything on the site …"

"When we return, Qing Government and our embassy will give us their analysis... "Go ahead, I need to rest!"

At this moment, Samuel felt chills down his spine, especially when his assistant had almost blurted it out. He was so scared that his three souls had fled.

It was at this moment that the evil aura entered his body. This was a taboo for patients with cold wind!

The golden-haired assistant led her companions away from the camp and towards the water collecting station. Only then did she realize that there was still another group of people on her left who had already sealed off the area and were taking pictures.

"Sir, I have already ordered the soldiers to seal off the area within fifty steps of the lake …" Take a look, and record it yourself! "

"However, let me remind you in advance that the water depth below this hole is not even 1.5 meters …" I was wondering, how could this shallow pond drown people? "

"Hehe …" Even if we Chinese want to kill you, you don't have to do something so stupid, do you? To poison, to find someone to pretend to be bandits, to lure you to the Quicksand District... Isn't that all a way? "

The Englishman did not respond to the provocation from the left. Instead, she began to record all the data on the spot. She busied herself for the whole day, but by nightfall, the assistant was dumbfounded as well.

"My God! Was this really an accident? No sign of murder? "

But just as he was running back to the tent to ask Samuel for permission, he realized that Samuel was completely unconscious!