Chapter 309: Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission and the Taicang case has come to light!
Eunuch Hai took one step forward and disappeared instantly.
The thick fog suddenly surged up, like an icebreaker pushing away the solid ice, and fire burned through the night.
The old eunuch in the python robe was almost an afterimage, running like a ghost. The fog of war that was enough to trap the Shenzhang monks in it seemed to him that it did not exist.
Soon, he approached the top of a mountain and looked up. A thick cloud pillar continued to rise from the top of the mountain.
Under the cloud pillar, a short, fat, ugly man was struggling to wave a huge step flag.
Sweat like rain!
Just like the flag bearers waving flags at the top of the city when two armies are fighting.
Every time it was waved, majestic mist was exhaled from the flag depicting strange lines.
"Humph." Eunuch Hai had no expression on his face and stepped on the mountain with his right foot.
puff!
The warlock waving a giant flag on the top of the mountain spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were horrified, and he was trying to escape.
But I just felt that my whole body was weak and as limp as mud.
Eunuch Hai stepped onto the top of the mountain and raised his hand to press down on the ugly face of the sorcerer who was nicknamed "Fog Ghost" and had been rampant in the world for many years.
"puff!"
Like a ripe tomato bursting open, the second corpse fell on its head!
Killing two people in a row was as easy as drinking water.
"You ants in the world, let's learn how to assassinate people in the next life." Eunuch Hai escaped with his handkerchief, wiped his dirty palms, and left.
However, at this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into my heart.
"Hai Chunlin."
A voice appeared in his mind out of thin air.
The first person enshrined by the royal family, the python-robed eunuch who swept the world decades ago had his pupils narrowed and he paused in wiping his palms.
His eyes were fixed on the person standing on the hilltop opposite.
In the mountains, the thick fog slowly dissipated, but the surroundings were still dense. The ravine between the two peaks was filled like a sea of clouds.
Hai Chunlin saw a middle-aged man with a beard.
Cangbeard, and middle-aged man...these two words actually appeared on the same person.
It was a man wearing a robe that was not unusual. He had an ordinary face and calm eyes. He had a slightly gray beard on his face and long hair of the same color fluttering on the back of his head.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking out of place with his surroundings. He was neither a warlock nor a warrior.
"Dharma God?" The old eunuch whose real name is Hai Chunlin narrowed his eyes and tested the other party's identity.
The man with an ordinary face did not deny it, but said with emotion: "The empress was so willing to sacrifice her own money that she actually sent you to protect that young man. When you left the world in the past, I regretted not being able to ask for advice. I didn't want to be here today. Meet."
Hai Chunlin sneered and said to the leader of the Dharma God Sect:
"Haha, it sounds like you are worthy of fighting with our family. You are just a defeated dog. You don't have much cultivation. Your tone is scary. You dare to call yourself the 'Dharma God'. You are not afraid of the wind and flash your tongue. You want to compete with our family. , come here in person and talk about it.”
The leader of the Dharma God Sect was not angry and said with a smile: "Hai Shizong, please take my move first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the most powerful among the charlatan warlocks waved his hand, and with a rumble, the clouds and mist in the sky condensed into shape, and a high-pitched roar resounded through the sky.
In the mountains.
The angry dragon made of clouds and mist with a body of nearly a hundred feet circled around the God of Dharma, but no movement could be seen from the sorcerer who called himself the "God of Dharma".
The angry dragon then opened its bloody mouth and hit Eunuch Hai with the force of heaven and earth.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" the old eunuch in the python robe spat, making a knife with his right hand, and slowly slashed through the air with the knife.
Rumble…
Far away, on the official road.
"Sir, look over there!"
Qian Kerou's pretty face changed color and she pointed in the direction of the mountains in the distance.
At this moment, the surrounding fog faded very quickly. Although there was still one layer, the field of vision had basically recovered.
Therefore, everyone can see it clearly.
In the distant mountains, there is thick fog and white clouds, but it is not clear what is happening inside.
Only a faint roar was heard, like the roar of dragons and tigers, accompanied by a mushroom-shaped cloud that slowly rose, then collapsed and fell.
Until it disappears without a trace.
"What's the sound? Could it be a fight between wild beasts in the mountains?"
Censor Chen Hong muttered that as a mortal, he has an instinctive fear of wild beasts.
Hou Renmeng crossed his arms, sheathed his sword, glanced at the censor, and complained: "Chen Yushi, why didn't you guess that the gods were fighting?"
Zhao Duan looked thoughtfully at the dissipating fog around him and the gradually flowing clouds in the distant mountains.
After a while, he turned around and said:
“Keep on going!”
Apparently, the interception of the Dharma God Sect was blocked by an expert... Strange, where did the expert come from?
Zhao Duan frowned, then relaxed. At this moment, he was not qualified to take risks and join in the fun.
Sheath the sword and continue heading north.
…
Mountain top.
Eunuch Hai stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him was the fog dragon that was split in half through the air and slowly collapsed. On the opposite hill, only a body of flesh and blood was left.
"Dharma God Sect..." Hai Chunlin murmured softly, with heavy eyes. Although he destroyed the opponent's incarnation,...
This warlock is surprisingly powerful.
"I'm afraid it's not too far from the Heavenly Realm."
Eunuch Hai shook his head, turned around, and prepared to leave.
It was just the right hand behind his back, with a ball of blood seeping out of his palm. …
…
After a small hiccup, the rest of the journey was smooth sailing.
A few days later, another early morning, Zhao Duan poked his head out of the carriage and looked ahead, only to see the majestic capital city gate in front of him.
"Back!"
After exhaling heavily, Zhao Duan showed a heartfelt smile on his face.
I haven't been away for long, but I feel an urgent urge to meet and socialize with acquaintances.
"Sir, it's completely safe now." Qian Kerou and others also smiled.
Ever since they were intercepted and killed that day, these people have been on tenterhooks.
This will completely enter the scope of the capital, and a strong sense of security will flood my heart.
"What are you afraid of? The assassins are here to kill me." Zhao Duan complained.
Qian Kerou waited for Jinyi to stick out her tongue and thought to herself, "Why don't we step on our bodies?"
Yuan Xingjun and other cavalrymen escorting them were also exhausted. Zhao Duan immediately handed over a token and asked them to go to the nearby Shenji Camp to rest and then return.
With this small amount of road left, Lihuatang's Jinyi men were enough to safely escort the two prison cars into the city.
The city gate.
When the soldiers guarding the city saw Zhao Duan and his entourage returning, they immediately opened the small gate to welcome them to avoid crowding with the people entering the city.
After half a month, Zhao Duan stepped into the streets of the capital again. He was in a good mood. Unfortunately, it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival and the scenery in the city was much less beautiful.
"Take the prisoner back to the imperial prison and imprison him." Zhao Duan walked through the streets of the city and ordered.
Qian Kerou was stunned for a moment and said cutely:
"My lord, why don't you go back to the Yamen together first?"
Next to him, Shen Juan said with a sly smile: "What are you asking about? For such a big case, I must go to the palace and report to His Majesty."
What you'd better say is a serious report... Zhao Duan smacked his lips.
The other captains in Jinyi also showed smiles that all men understand - in their eyes, their lord is His Majesty's pillow.
I haven’t seen you for so many days, so I can’t give you a proper report.
Not bothering to explain to his men, Zhao Duan walked to the prison car behind him.
He ignored Wang Chusheng, but stood across the fence and cage, looking at Gao Lian, who was already haggard due to the wind and frost, and said quietly: "Master Gao, we have arrived in the capital."
In the prison car, the groggy Gao Lian opened his eyes. He maintained a posture like a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating, looking at the bustling streets and the towering bell tower in the distance.
His lips moved and he whispered:
"The court will restore my innocence."
Zhao Duan stared at him for a moment, nodded, and said with a smile: "I look forward to that day."
…
After bidding farewell to the prison car, Zhao Duan drove alone and went straight to the palace.
When he waited outside the palace gate, the guard guarding the gate was surprised when he saw him:
"Master Zhao! Are you back?"
Zhao Duan got out of the car with a smile, threw the riding whip to the guard, and said: "Please inform me that I want to see His Majesty for his return."
After a while, a little eunuch hurriedly came to the doorway, flicking the dust in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty is in the back courtyard, my servant will take you there."
"Excuse me, father-in-law." Zhao Duan nodded.
We entered the palace gate by familiar means, passed through the Meridian Gate Square, and arrived at the garden called "Back Court", where we saw a famous palace lady stationed in the garden.
Due to the cold weather, all the palace maidens no longer wore gauze palace skirts with bold white flowers, and instead put on high-necked clothes, which greatly disappointed Zhao.
This was not the first time for him to come to the back garden. After entering, he followed the winding stone path and, under the guidance of many people, came to the depths of the garden.
In autumn, the imperial garden was also very bleak and dilapidated.
However, in the dilapidated scene, a long white dress was seen from a distance, flowing as gracefully as a fairy in the sky.
The empress is practicing her sword.
She stood in the garden, holding a wooden sword in her hand, without any energy or energy in her body.
However, when the wooden sword cut through the cold air, it often made a hissing whistle, and the vegetation in the entire garden swayed accordingly.
Xu Zhenguan's appearance is still the same as before. Because he has cultivated his skills and practiced swordsmanship for a long time, there are fine beads of sweat on the tip of his tall and white nose.
His forehead and cheeks were also slightly red.
Zhao Duan stood aside with his head bowed, admiring the Empress's sword dance, feeling that all the hard work and dust of the thousands of miles of journey were washed away at this moment.
"Woo——"
With the last sword strike, Xu Zhenguan turned his white and bright wrist slightly and returned the wooden sword to its sheath.
She stood there, panting slightly.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhao Duan snatched the tray from the hand of the palace maid next to him. Under her resentful gaze, he held a wooden tray containing water towels and thirst-quenching snow pear soup, and bowed to the empress:
"His Majesty……"
Xu Zhenguan had already caught a glimpse of him coming, and now he pretended to see him, staring at him quietly with his phoenix eyes.
Then, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, not showy, but the relief of seeing him return safely after a long absence.
Xu Zhenguan casually picked up a moist towel, wiped his face, wiped away the sticky sweat, and wiped the sweat off his jade hands. Then he turned his head and asked with a smile:
"How is Zhao Qing going?"
Zhao Duan took a deep breath, held the tray, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission and the Taicang case has been revealed!"
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ps: I finally returned to Beijing. It’s still comfortable to write familiar maps, and my coding speed has improved
(End of this chapter)