The First Lackey Under The Empress

The night deepened, and the clouds in the sky above the capital were blown by the wind, moving faster. Those wisps of clouds, like rags, repeatedly wiped the moon, making it as clear and bright as new, reflecting the cold light.

Around the Kong family's residence, figures dressed in night clothes were hidden in the darkness, ensuring that even a mosquito flying in would be noticed.

"Huff... ...Sip... ..." Across from the mansion, at the entrance of a narrow alley.

Zhang Han stood upright, leaning against the cold gray wall, his chest rising and falling with his breath.

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This evening, the number one 'scroll king' of the Ninth Hall led the team, guarding outside Kong Hanlin's house, ambushing and tracking the demonic Taoist.

Not long ago, he personally witnessed a woman walk straight into the residence.

Zhang Han silently counted his heartbeats, roughly estimating that the person had entered for a full two quarters of an hour.

"Sir, are we just going to keep waiting like this?" In the narrow alley, an arresting officer walked out and asked in a low voice.

In the darkness, in the narrow and long alley, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were hidden. Everyone's knife was wrapped in cloth, and their boots were made of the softest cloth to prevent any noise from collisions.

Zhang Han didn't say a word, shaking his head, his gaze fixed on the mansion.

Due to the information Zhao Du'an passed on during the day, Ma Yan temporarily changed his tactics.

"Since the demonic Taoist can possess others and approach the target, then the strategy of waiting for the rabbit to come to the snare will not work. If someone approaches Kong Hanlin, don't alert the enemy. Wait for the demonic Taoist to leave, and you will secretly follow them, trying to trace their true form."

Duke Ma's voice echoed in his memory.

"They're out!"

Suddenly, the crowd, who had been holding their breath, were pleasantly surprised. They saw the closed gate of the Kong residence open, and the rough-handed woman walked out alone.

She closed the door, distinguished the direction, and walked along the cold street for a while.

Suddenly, she stopped, turned around on the spot, and approached the narrow alley where everyone was hiding.

"Come out, I see you."

The woman said with a smile. At this time, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight shone down, illuminating her strange smile.

Zhang Han's heart sank, he gripped the hilt of his seven-foot sword, stepped out, and said in a deep voice: "Capture her!"

The Embroidered Uniform Guards behind him filed out, the sound of drawing swords forming a continuous wave, quickly forming a semi-circular formation.

No one tried to talk to this demonic Taoist who could bewitch people's hearts.

However, under the moonlight, the woman just smiled as she watched them approach, and suddenly pressed her hands on her head and twisted hard!

"Crack!"

The woman twisted her own neck, her head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, she fell to the ground on the spot, already dead.

"Ah--"

Even the Embroidered Uniform Guards, who were used to killing people, were taken aback.

"Whirr, whirr--"

Suddenly, there was the sound of robes fluttering in the night sky.

Ma Yan, like a giant night owl, rode the wind and rushed from the distant buildings, landing lightly.

He was wearing a black and red mixed cloak, and his cold face was solemn: "What's going on?"

Zhang Han quickly explained the situation, and finally said:

"Just like what Zhao Arrest said, the true form of the demonic Taoist didn't come at all, and they noticed us, not giving us a chance to track them at all."

Ma Yan turned his head and looked at the Kong residence, and said: "Where is Kong Hanlin?"

"Your subordinate hasn't gone in to investigate yet."

Ma Yan strode forward, his cloak spreading behind him like a lotus leaf:

"Go and take a look. Later, take Kong Hanlin away, and control the entire Kong mansion. Release it after confirming that there is no problem with the people inside."

Saying that, the constables ambushing around rushed into the Kong residence. Amidst the terrified and panicked gazes of the people in the house, Ma Yan came straight to the study and pushed it open!

Then he was stunned.

I saw that in the study, the candlelight had been extinguished, and the thin and old Kong Hanlin had hanged himself from the beam.

His eyes were protruding, his body like a hanging piece of cured meat, and under his feet was the stool he had kicked over on the ground.

"Ah! Master!" Outside the door, the old wife who came over wailed and fainted.

Ma Yan's face was ashen, ignoring the noise, he walked to the desk and saw the "What the Master Doesn't Speak Of: Strange, Forceful, Chaotic Spirits" that had been torn in half, and the scattered books of sages all over the ground.

"Governor... ...This... ..."

Ma Yan didn't say a word, and suddenly realized something, and secretly said: "Not good!"

Immediately, the whole person flew out of the Kong residence, jumped into the air, his cloak fluttering, and rushed towards the night.

He suspected that accidents would also happen at the places of the Vice General of the Qianniu Guard and the Dan Dao Zhao Divine Official.

Now that the demonic Taoist has seen through the trick of the yamen's tracking, then the plan must be changed to try to avoid more deaths and injuries.

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"Sir, we're closing up, you see... ..."

In a shop in the city.

A waiter, wearing an "apron" and holding a rag in his hand, walked to the corner of the shop and said to the young guest with an unusually handsome appearance.

In the Great Yu Dynasty, apart from the brothels, there was no other "night life". The closing time of food and drink shops would also be earlier.

At this moment, only this table was left in the shop, and the waiter had already extinguished half of the lanterns.

Wu Ling, a young actor of the Bafang Opera House who had already gained a certain reputation in the capital's opera circle, was stunned.

He glanced at the empty shop, then at the dishes and wine pot in front of him that had been eaten and drunk clean.

After a moment of silence, he got up, put down a string of copper coins, smiled apologetically, and said goodbye before leaving.

Walking out of the shop, Wu Ling walked on the quiet street, his face becoming serious.

Today was the day he was scheduled to meet with his superior "Ballast Stone" to pass on information.

However, Wu Ling waited until the shop closed, but he still did not see the "superior" appear.

"Could it be that something was delayed? With Ballast Stone's thoroughness in doing things, it shouldn't be the case." A strong sense of unease surged in Wu Ling's heart.

As a member of the Kuangfu Society's spies, he did not know that his "superior" was already dead, let alone anything about the arrival of the National Preceptor.

But as a spy, his instinctive sense of crisis made it difficult for him to calm down.

After a little weighing, Wu Ling gritted his teeth and chose to risk seeing another member of the society.

As a martial arts wizard of the Divine Chapter Realm who majored in "Opera God", he belonged to the high-level in the branch, and had the contact information of more than one spy.

Wu Ling ran like a ghost in the night, circling a large circle in the alley to ensure that there were no "followers" behind him, before appearing outside the "Golden House" bookstore.

He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

Wu Ling simply jumped up, lightly entered the courtyard, pushed open the door, and saw the bowls and chopsticks that had not been cleaned up on the table, and the candles that were still burning.

In the dim room, there was no sign of "Golden Eagle".

"Something's wrong!"

Wu Ling's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly noticed some strange traces in the house. Following the traces, he opened the back window and found that the window was damaged, as if it had been forcibly closed.

When he walked to the backyard, he saw obvious messy footprints on the ground that had not been cleaned.

"It's over!"

Wu Ling's heart sank, his body turned, and his whole person suddenly turned into a thin, palm-sized "donkey skin shadow" depicting a figure in opera costume, fluttering out of the courtyard in the wind, until far away, confirming that it was safe, before returning to human form.

"Something happened to Golden Eagle?"

Wu Ling's heart was anxious, he gritted his teeth, turned around and went to find the nearest other spy, but still came up empty.

Not reconciled, he simply drove his magic and ran a distance, found the third spy, and came up empty again!

Missing!

Missing!

Still missing!

At this moment, Wu Ling's heart was filled with intense anxiety, not understanding what had happened.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly calmed himself down, turned around and ran wildly towards his residence—the Bafang Opera House!

He didn't have many spies under his control, and he couldn't continue to search, but he knew that if something really happened, someone would definitely come to notify him.

When Wu Ling returned to the Bafang Opera House, he squatted on the outer wall, and used a secret technique to point his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and a faint blue light came out of his eyes.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal around the opera house, he carefully transformed into a "donkey skin shadow figure", floated into the courtyard, in order to avoid the attention of other people in the opera house.

Then he turned sideways and squeezed into his room through the crack in the door.

"Huff... ...Something's wrong, something's very wrong! I'll wait until dawn at most. If Ballast Stone hasn't sent a message, I can only risk using the backup channel to try to contact the main rudder... ..."

Wu Ling was thinking, suddenly, his whole body froze, and the palm-sized donkey skin shadow figure suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the figure sitting cross-legged on the bed in the room.

That was a Taoist wearing a black and white checkered robe, his hair fixed with a peach wood hairpin, and a peach wood sword slung across his back.

About fifty years old, his facial features were slightly three-dimensional, and his two yellowish eyebrows were extremely eye-catching.

"Heh heh," National Preceptor Guhuo looked down at the little man at the door with deep eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and his hands pinching the magic formula pointed forward:

"Just right, come and protect the Dharma for this National Preceptor."

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On the other side, Zhao Du'an led a group of Lihua Hall people, following the same pattern.

According to the information obtained from "Golden Glory", they quickly pulled out one spy after another.

Each time, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord disguised himself to gain trust, first asked questions and stabilized the other party, and then took action while they were unprepared. With the cooperation of the Lihua Hall Embroidered Uniform Guards, he captured them, and then Gongshu Tianyuan used the Fox Immortal to interrogate them.

The cycle repeated.

Under Zhao Du'an's deliberate request, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord revealed the truth of the Xuanmen coup to different people time and time again.

Yunxi held the "Two-Sound Flower" and was forced to listen to the cruel truth again and again.

At first, the girl forcibly maintained her composure and looked firm, but gradually, as more and more people gave the answer, the cracks on the heart of this girl, who was personally trained and cultivated by Zhuang Xiaocheng, who single-mindedly thought that she was eliminating harm for the people, and who was full of enthusiasm for the second battle of justice, continued to increase and increase.

Until she didn't know when, she was already in tears, like a soulless puppet.

The handkerchief in Qingniao's hand to wipe her tears was soaked.

"You all know that Grand Tutor is lying, right?"

During another break when stopping the car, Yunxi suddenly turned her head, looking at Qingniao with tears in her eyes.

Qingniao avoided her gaze shamefully, and said in a low voice: "I... ...I didn't dare to tell you in prison... ..."

"So, Grand Tutor is lying to me? Lying to us? Lying to the people of the world?"

"... ...Yes."

Yunxi closed her eyes painfully, then opened them, turned to look at Zhao Du'an, a mocking smile suddenly appeared on the girl's beautiful face:

"Am I very stupid? You all know, only I don't know, and I'm still foolishly thinking about dying heroically in prison. So, I should have understood when Zhuang Xiaocheng abandoned me in the first place."

Zhao Du'an was too lazy to pay attention to the girl whose faith had collapsed. He got off the carriage, looked at the crowd who had returned empty-handed in front, and frowned:

"Didn't succeed?"

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