Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

Early October

Gu Yunxi and the superintendent have been practicing martial arts and arrows on the school court for some time.

These days, Leng Qingtang began to look at Gu Yunxi with admiration. He found that the little girl was delicate and soft on the outside, but inside, she had the energy of qiang, like rushes, innocent and simple but full of toughness.

In the morning, Leng Qingtang taught Gu Yunxi some simple self-defense techniques.

Leng Qingtang taught Gu Yunxi twice the "reverse capture" method, and she has mastered the basics. The only shortcoming is that she still can't let go of her moves and footwork after repeated rehearsals.

After one stroke, Gu Yunxi lay on the ground. The ground is covered with thick yellow sand, which is soft and soft, so that people will not fall on it.

"Come again! Do it again!"

Leng Qingtang walked up and picked up Gu Yunxi from the ground with a solemn expression. Several times, she obviously had a chance to counter (kill sha), but she just refused to attack him.

Gu Yunxi took a breath and set his posture again.

The governor attacked with his left palm, and Gu Yunxi raised his right arm to respond. The palms changed in the air, and the superintendent turned to the back of Gu Yunxi, grabbing her shoulder with his right hand.

Gu Yunxi's face (color) collapsed, and he twisted his left arm hurriedly, squeezed the governor's right palm with his hand, and then reversed his body shape, facing the governor's face.

The next step is to kick him.

As with the previous few times, Gu Yunxi was unable to lift his legs for a long time.

"Kick here! Kick" Leng Qingtang was a little impatient and called out loudly.

"Supervisor... I dare not!"

Gu Yunxi was very honest, and said whatever he wanted in his heart.

"Why don't you dare?" Leng Qingtang felt funny to himself.

"You are the governor!" Gu Yunxi looked up at him and replied without thinking.

"There is no overlord here, only enemies in front of you!"

Leng Qingtang raised his left hand angrily, and five hard fingers locked Gu Yunxi's throat. The expression (color) of her small face changed immediately, and a low groan came out in her throat.

"Like this, you are dead!" Leng Qingtang looked at her and warned in a deep voice.

It is a good thing to be honest (sexual xing), but when it should be ruthless, people will worry about life (sexual xing)!

"Yun Xi...know it was wrong!"

Gu Yunxi raised his head with difficulty, and a word rolled out from his throat with difficulty.

Leng Qingtang let go and saw Gu Yunxi sweating profusely, his new upper body's dark green jersey fell dirty, his whole body was like a mud monkey, and his heart suddenly softened.

"Come here today, go back to wash and change clothes. Remember, when you take a shot at the critical moment, you must put it to death. Once you give the other party a chance to breathe, you will be the one who died!"

"Thank you, the governor for your advice..."

Gu Yunxi nodded, his eyes radiant, grateful and awed to the governor.

Condensing the small face of melon seeds covered with dust and sweat in front, Leng Qingtang slowly raised his hand, smoothing the mess of sweat on Gu Yunxi's forehead.

The soft green silk was wrapped in sweat and slid between the plain white fingers, leaving a wet trace.

The strange and subtle touch made Leng Qingtang feel a trace of it. Then he shook her sweaty little hand, and he smiled softly at her:

"Go, go back to the East Factory for lunch."

Gu Yunxi woke up and found that he had overslept.

It's bright early. Wiping her face in a hurry, she took a bite and rushed to the main hall of the East Factory.

The governor is taking a (gan gan) person out.

"Didn't I tell you to rest?"

Seeing Gu Yunxi rushing in in a panic, Leng Qingtang looked surprised.

"Supervisor, where are you going, take me!"

"Go to Zhao Prison and pick up a prisoner. It's **** there, you can't go."

He said sympathetically, seeing the scum on the corner of her mouth, he couldn't help laughing. He took out the kerchief and wiped her (gan), and tidied up her poorly dressed official clothes.

Gu Yunxi frowned and looked at him, and said (qiang qiang):

"I have taken the medicine for a long time, and my body has improved!"

"Don't behave, rest assured that you can keep up for a while!"

She put on a small, unwilling look that looked too cute to Leng Qingtang, she couldn't help but raised her hand and pinched her puffed half cheek lightly.

"Be obedient, I'll be back in a while!"

Reluctant to be dumped, Gu Yunxi had to return to the South Yard alone.

Sitting in the house unhappy, he took a plate of melon seeds and threw it away

After removing the skin, leaving only the melon kernels and put them in a clean teacup.

She plans to mix it with the apricots (dried gan) and black hemp seed that she bought on the street a few days ago, mix it with icing sugar and mash it to make the seasoning for water chestnut soup.

In the absence of the governor, the small courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of a leaf falling from the plane tree outside was clearly audible.

Zhao prison?

Wudi thought of the elder sister Gu Yunyao's request

Isn't Hua Ba Shi Zhao An imprisoned in Zhao Prison?

My eldest sister asked me to have a chance to find him. Today is a ready opportunity!

Gu Yunxi couldn't sit still, dropped the half-peeled melon seeds, pondered for a moment, and slipped out of the room.

Dongchang Zhao Prison is located a few miles outside the factory, and it is deserted and remote.

In the dark, damp cell, the leather whip slammed and mixed with appalling howls, frequently coming from the dark corner.

Next to the iron door of the cell, a charcoal fire was burning. In the dark, the flames (yan yan) are gorgeous, like monsters, flaring their teeth and claws.

The stone walls are stiff and cold, and airtight everywhere, and the suffocating breath of blood and death is permeated in the dirty air.

The hour is exactly the morning when the sky is clear, but the bright sunshine cannot pass through this secret room without a window anyway.

"Ahem... Leng Qingtang, you are not afraid of ruining Zhongliang and ruining Chaogang... the next eighteen layers of hell, will you never be overborn?"

On the human-shaped iron pillar, an old man with white sideburns was **** with five flowers and had just eaten the whip. At this time, his white (color) coat was covered with blood.

But his bones were so hard that Leng Qingtang waved his hand to stop the jailer. He immediately snorted **** sputum and continued to curse.

Days of torture, even before the water and rice have entered, it is difficult for people to fight with iron, let alone old people in sixties. Cursing is cursing, and the voice has become vague and weak.

"Master Zhong, did you confess your guilt earlier and be imprisoned? You and I are clean, and I will also give you a good relief (tuo), why bother with each other?"

Leng Qingtang is wearing a (dry gan) pure qilin auspicious cloud tufted admiral's official uniform, leaning on the chaise couch padded with animal skins, and his cool and thin lips speak unhurriedly, his eyes focused entirely on The gilt jadeite in his hand pulled his fingers, and he never looked up at the prisoner.

Cheng Wanli, the imperial householder, stood beside the imperial concubine, with a serious look, with a short halberd blade on his waist.

Master Zhong took a few breaths hard, his dim old eyes stared to the limit, almost breaking two eyelids. At this moment, his emotions were extremely excited, the meridian roots on his forehead and neck were bulging high, and the whole person looked more like a ghost crawling out of Abi Hell.

"You let the official confess guilt, how does the official confess? This official has served the court for thirty years, is a courtier, and is upright and honest. You **** actually slander the official to form a party for private purposes, take bribes, and join the local officials to sell official titles? Haha? , It's ridiculous! With you, a rootless eunuch, you dare to be scornful and frame the court Zhongliang!"

"Framed?"

Leng Qingtang smiled weirdly, moved his handsome figure slightly, and picked up a few pages from the long strip in front of the chaise couch.

These papers are letters written by the tied Master Zhong to the local officials, and the content is roughly that the money of a certain financial accountant recommends the relatives and friends of the financial accountant to enter the DPRK as officials.

Slender fingers flicked across the letter, and when Leng Qingtang looked at the writing on it again, he found it interesting, and he couldn't help laughing softly.

He knew better than Master Zhong, who was **** in front of him, that these letters as evidence of conviction were all written by himself.

Leng Qingtang has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and after a little research on various brushwork, he can copy it.

This time he dealt with the servants of the staff department, he could be regarded as putting a long line for no less than five years. But the old man Zhong did not leak any water, and he was shocked that Dongchang couldn't grasp the key handle.

Leng Qingtang decided to close the line, he couldn't wait. So in order to verify, he hid himself in the dark on the durability.

"Indeed, it was the Governor who framed Master Zhong..."

The conversation suddenly changed, Leng Qingtang didn't want to continue to fight with this lingering man.

But Master Zhong became anxious when he heard this, and he immediately turned into an old rooster with exploded hairs, and tried his best to thump towards Leng Qingtang. A pair of hands and feet tied to the iron pillar violently kicked and kicked, which was surprising Leng Qingtang's evil strength can't help but make Leng Qingtang suspect that this person has received too many punishments, and (bodyshen) is a sign that the body cannot resist.

"Leng Qingtang, your castrated dog really has the means! Forged official documents to frame the imperial court order officer."

"presumptuous!"

The old man Zhong's mouthful of "eunuchs" and "eunuchs" was really unbearable. The jailer next to him immediately waved his arm, and he was snatched away by Qian Hu Cheng Wanli a few steps before he was about to swing his whip.

"Fuck old thief! I will let you scold! Let you scold again"

Cheng Wanli slapped a few whips, the old man Zhong was screamed "Aoao", blood overflowing on his scarred and rotten body.

"Making a false accusation...you also taste this uncomfortable?"

Leng Qingtang finally stood up slowly from the darkness, and walked calmly to the fire at the iron gate.

"So ten years ago, Zheng Guogong and the former Dongchang governor, who were forced to death because of Master Zhong's slander, how did they feel when they were tortured?"

After Sen Han's words were finished, he turned his sullen but handsome face slightly to his side, and cast his poisonous eyes on the old man who had lost his words in vain.

The old man surnamed Zhong half-opened his mouth, his horrified eyes fixed on Leng Qingtang's face, and he couldn't stop moving.

Zheng Guogong, the great official of the Great Yi Kingdom, and the ever-victorious general who was once invincible, failed only once in his life, but became the origin of the tragedy of the entire family.

"you……"

Master Zhong sighed, his old face was filled with indescribable fear and helplessness.

Leng Qingtang is just an eunuch, so how dare he dare to forge official document evidence and deliberately frame the imperial court official.

And, why did he mention that ten years?

Master Zhong only felt that the atmosphere of the entire cell was condensed in an instant, and the steaming stove was clearly burning, but the temperature of the tight space on the four walls dropped sharply at this moment, becoming three minutes colder than the ice cellar.

After a moment of silence, Master Zhong's trembling voice sounded weakly in the cell again:

"You, Leng Qingtang...Who are you? Who are you?!"

Leng Qingtang smiled proudly, the bitter cold in the loud voice echoed in the gloomy prison for a long time.

"Twenty-three years ago, Baishuiguan... Do you still remember your lord?"

He gritted his teeth and bitterly, finished speaking every word, and finally turned his whole face to face the blood man on the iron frame.

Junyi's outstanding facial features permeate a natural and noble aura, and the charm is clear, but there is also a sensational field that is not angry and prestigious.

At this moment, the pulsating flames of fire dyed his eyes red, and his eyes were bright, making him look like a beast that touched the scales and was about to explode.

"My lord said that he was an official for thirty years, and he has served the first emperor of Da Yi! Why did he betray and betrayed and beheaded?!"

The sonorous questioning was thunderous, and the old man suddenly held his breath, squinted his dim old eyes and looked at the opposing gorgeous face very carefully...

Is it

What suddenly came to mind!

"No! Impossible! No..." Master Zhong seemed to be extremely shocked, shaking his head frequently, as if talking to himself.

Leng Qingtang's eyes shifted, staring at the fire in front of him, without a trace of expression on his frozen face:

"As long as you... write down the truth about the incident 23 years ago, read the calligraphy and draw, the Governor... can let your family go!"

The old man convulsed violently as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and a mouthful of blood sprayed far away.

Leng Qingtang had already seen that something was wrong, so he turned around to avoid it. A mouthful of the old man's blood sprayed on the hot stove.

With a sound of "beep", the blood water was roasted into white smoke by the flame, squeezed and rolled up into the air, and there was a rancid smell in the dirty air.

Cheng Wanli threw a thorny whip, leaned over and checked it carefully, then turned to salute Leng Qingtang:

"Enlighten the governor, the old man was so excited that his heart and lungs burst to death!"

Leng Qingtang waved his hand, his expression (color) didn't care, as if he had already done this easily:

"Forget it, I won't be able to escape this time. I will use his finger to press a stamp on the official document later. The corpse has to be shown, and the family will be pushed to the troublemaker tomorrow morning and beheaded."

"Subordinates obey!"

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