Nightfall Chapter 138: After all, you are just invincible below your fate

Under the tree on that mountain, the priest Guangming Zhi before leaving gave Sangsang a waist card and touched her head affectionately. Master Yan Se took out something from his arms and solemnly replaced it for her. Then confessed a few words.

Soon after that, the two old people became two hands of ash on the cliff. Sangsang certainly would not forget those details, so she knew what the official opposite was looking for, but she could pretend not to understand .

Sangsang is not a pretty elf maid who is good at disguising, so she can't hide her eyes from the other party if she pretends not to understand. Zhuge Wuren's face is getting gloomy, and it seems that she might be angry at any time.

He Mingchi coughed slightly, and then glanced at him, the expression in his eyes was very clear. Although the eyes are very important, after all, it was passed to Ning Que by Master Yan Se. It is impossible to grab it. If The imperial court was really worried, and it was impossible to take care of Lao Bi Zhai strictly and wait until Ning Que came back.

Master Zhuge knew what he meant, and said indifferently: "He Daochang, I know you are the second prince's companion, but I want to remind you that he is the second prince after all, and you... really don't want to become a Datang country. Teacher?"

He Mingchi suddenly thought that Master Zhuge was close to the Empress Empress, and many people in Chang'an knew that Ning Que had a close relationship with Princess Li Yu. Could it be that what happened today was just because Empress Empress did not want Ning Que to become a national teacher in the future?

He smiled slightly and shook his head, because the other party mentioned himself and didn’t want to pay attention to these things anymore, but thinking about something, he couldn’t help saying: “Master Zhuge, you better not forget who she is. Little maidservant."

Zhuge Wuren was silent for a moment, and a decisive gleam flashed in his eyes, and said: "It is related to the safety of the empire. I think even the academy will agree to my approach, not to mention that I have never been disrespectful to Mr. Thirteen. Saying that the trial of a maid will make the college angry? The official will ask, is it empty talk that the college will not engage in political affairs?"

He looked at Sangsang indifferently and said: "You must hand over the things left by Master Yan Se and the God Seat of Light.

At this time, Wang Jinglue returned to the garden and looked at the two and asked coldly: "Have you finished asking? I want to take her back to the military headquarters."

He Mingchi looked at him puzzled and asked: "What does the general want to ask this little maid?"

Wang Jinglue replied: "The incident of the God of Light, the murder of Chang'an 14 years ago."

He Mingchi was silent and slowly retracted the butter paper umbrella.

Zhuge Wuren said indifferently: "Please tell General Xu Shi, in addition to asking the case, we also want this little maid. His Royal Highness has already entered the palace and asked his Majesty for an order. Xiling Temple will take her back to Taoshan."

Wang Jinglue raised his brow slightly, and said mockingly: "Do you think the Xiling Temple can suppress my Datang Military Headquarters?"

Zhuge Wuren frowned slightly and said: "According to the law of the Tang Dynasty, the military has no right to intervene in this case."

Wang Jinglue sneered and said: "According to the law of the Tang Dynasty, your Tianshu office is not qualified for trial."

He Mingchi kept alive and quietly. Although there are many Taoists in the South Gate of Haotian, because the death of Master Yan Se had great resentment against the little maid in Lao Bi Zhai, he was not like that. think.

If we change to the usual, except for the palace, any yamen organization in Datang will subconsciously retreat when facing military forces. However, today, the Tianshu office is willing to get things like that, and faintly lifted His Royal Highness and Xiling. The two mountains of the temple refused to give in at all.

There was no spark splashing in the words, but they pushed each other into a dead end. In the end, it seemed that the only place qualified to interrogate Sangsang according to Tang law was the Chang'an Mansion where everyone was now.

Wang Jinglue said: "Master Fu Yin heard that he was so burnt, he couldn't get up at all."

Zhuge Wuren sneered and said: "Since the imperial doctor doesn't work, then I have to ask Tianshu to send some teachers over to look at the Lord Fu Yin. It will be more severe, and it will last a few words. Yes."

Chang'an Mansion is always the most aggrieved and irritated Yamen in the Tang Empire. It is like the little daughter-in-law of a big family, who has no choice but to suffer. Today, the imperial military, Tianshu and Nanmen see the power Gathering in the mansion, the mansion actually forced Yin to say that he could not get sick, and all the officials chattered.

The gloomy words of Master Zhuge at the Tianshu were passed to the back house. Master Fu Yin, Shangguan Yang Yu, knew that he could no longer pretend to be sick. He weakly rubbed his sore throat, thinking about it yesterday afternoon. The basin of ice water was poured for nothing, and he couldn't help but sighed and shook his head.

The lady said anxiously: "If you don't want to offend the college, you have to offend so many people. How can this be good?"

Shangguan Yangyu's little ugly eyes had a hint of cruelty, and he sneered and said, "I want to push me into a dead end, and I want me to explain to that Mr. Thirteen afterwards. I think it's beautiful. ."

The lady was surprised and asked: "Master, did he come up with a good way?"

Shangguan Yang Yu looked at his old wife who was deeply emotional with him, sighed, and said with pity: "Don't be afraid later."

After saying this, Master Fu Yin got up from the bed with difficulty, took out a hard elm stick from the desk, gasped in pain several times, and then smashed his head on top of his head with his teeth!

There was a muffled noise, and his head burst into blood, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.

This time it was really faint.

Ms. Fu Yin's distressed cry sounded in the room.

Just as Master Fu Yin was performing in the bedroom of who could be more miserable than me, someone came to Chang'an Fu.

The steward respectfully saluted the people and said: "His Royal Highness is in the palace, and there is no time to come over, so let me come over and see, I don't know what mistake Ms. Sangsang has made, and it has shocked so many adults."

Unexpectedly, this incident would alarm her Royal Highness Princess Li Yu so quickly, Wang Jing frowned slightly

He represents the military of the empire, and there is no need to give too much to the princess palace, but now no one knows which prince the emperor will pass the dragon chair to, so some things must be cautious.

Zhuge Wuren did not give any explanation to the steward, and expressed his attitude in silence.

The steward was not angry. Before he came to Chang'an Mansion, he thought it was a misunderstanding. When there were so many big people in the field, he realized that things were not as simple as His Highness thought. It must be that little maid was involved. With a very important thing, he said goodbye to everyone after smiling slightly, and notified Palace again with the fastest speed.

The princess manor left before the house, and the latest news came out from the back house. Master Fu Yin was already seriously ill, and he was worried about the Saint Benevolence’s pension and wanted to try his best to get up and try the case, but unexpectedly he bumped into him because of a high fever. At the door, he was unconscious now.

These officials who are diligent in government affairs are really rare, and such excuses are also rare. How could Zhuge Wuren and others believe that they broke into the back house angrily, but after a moment they retreated with complex expressions.

"I Datang has such a shameless official?" Zhuge Wuren said with emotion.

He Mingchi thought of the horrible blood hole on Lord Fu Yin's head, and sighed: "It's really ruthless."

Wang Jinglue said: "This adult would rather self-harm than try the case. I admire him."

Zhuge Wuren suddenly said: "In that case, I will take this little maid back to the palace."

Wang Jing frowned slightly.

Zhuge Wuren said: "Someone in the palace will come to explain to the general later."

Wang Jinglue still frowned.

People come and go, snow is falling.

Snow fell on the eaves on the branches of the yellow paper umbrella, and also fell on the quilt, perhaps because the quilt was too big to cover the little girl holding the quilt, or it was because people who came and went thought about things very important. So the person who forgot that they were discussing was right beside him. In short, Sangsang who was standing in the wind and bitter snow was forgotten by the people.

So no one noticed her frowning.

Sangsang is a little girl who doesn't want to make trouble for Ning Que.

So at the very beginning, Chang'an Mansion asked her to ask her case, and she came. These people asked her to stand in front of the mansion, she stood in front of the mansion, and asked her to stand in front of the garden. She waited for her and waited until she confirmed that the official was really going to grab her own things, and even seemed to bring herself into the palace.

Sangsang is a person who can fight Ning Que for a couple of dollars. What's more, what these people want to take away from them today is obviously worth more money, not to mention that it was originally left by the teacher. Master Yan Se left it to Ning Que, so her brows frowned.

She frowned and expressed her dislike and disagreement.

She poked her head out of Houhou’s bedding with difficulty, looking at the shameless official who wanted to take herself into the palace and grab her own things. There was a very subtle light from the depths of her dark and transparent eyes, and then those lights Burns quickly.

Suddenly a cold wind blows.

The solemn spirit in the depths of Sangsang's eyes suddenly gathered, and she slowly lowered her head.

The wind is the flow of air. The reason for the sudden cold wind at this time is because a very large object suddenly appeared in the air. The object is a very fat young man.

The young man was so fat that he brought the winter breeze when he appeared in the garden, and then quickly squeezed the winter breeze away, bringing warmth to everyone in the room, just like his delicate and lovely eyebrows.

"It seems to be very lively here."

Sangsang raised his head, watching him gently nod in greeting.

The young fat man looked at the three people in the room and said: "If Chang'an Mansion Yin dares to try the case, you will move out of Tang Lu to try Sangsang. If Chang'an Mansion Yin has been lying in bed, don't be embarrassed again."

Zhuge Wuren's complexion was austere, and he looked at this person and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you, how bold are you!"

The young fat man didn't bother to care about these people, took the bedding in Sangsang's arms, and said, "Go."

Sangsang followed him honestly and prepared to leave, as honest as he had come.

Wang Jinglue didn't know who this young fat man was, but he vaguely guessed the identity of this person. Looking at the other person's back, he couldn't help feeling a little excited, flicking his sleeves and taking a step forward.

The young fat man stopped and looked back at him.

If there is a seemingly non-existent aura, it instantly crosses the distance between the two. The breeze that is still lingering is not messed up, the snow that is slowly falling is not trembling, but Wang Jinglue's body is trembling violently.

Wang Jinglue's eyes became more and more excited, his right hand trembling slightly, as if holding a virtual sword.

The young fat man looked at his right hand, frowned slightly, moved the quilt to his left shoulder with some effort, then raised his right hand very casually, and stretched out his index finger to tap the other side away.

Following this, Wang Jinglue's chest and abdomen suddenly sank, as if being hit by an invisible sledgehammer, slammed into the wall behind him, and a voice of shock and sorrow rang out from the dust and gravel in the sky.

"I don't mean it!"

"The God of Tianxia Creek!"

The snow clinging to the dust gradually subsided.

The young fat man looked at Wang Jinglue, who was bleeding from the corner of his lips under the broken wall, and shook his head somewhat boredly.

"Even if it is invincible under the knowledge of fate."

"After all, it's just invincible below fate."