Vol 3 Chapter 54: Fuck in the same room

Lu Qiange awakened from his deep sleep, stood up and stared blankly at the flickering candlelight. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.sto123.cco
Fu Danqing was holding up the porcelain bowl containing the soup and turning his head when he heard the movement, and hurriedly walked to the bed, looking at Lu Qiange's face, he said with worry:
"His Royal Highness wakes up, lie down quickly, your internal injury has not healed, and your subordinates serve you to drink the medicine first."
"internal injury?"
Lu Qiange frowned, her purple eyes flashing to look at the very familiar furnishings in the room, recalling what happened before, muttering to herself:
"How can I get internal injuries?"
Fu Danqing sat on the corner stool, took a spoonful of concoction and blew it, and while feeding it to Lu Qiange, he explained in a polite voice:
"You led people to stop Wu Daoshi on the way, and the seniors who heard the news were uneasy when they heard the news. When they found Yuyangang, they found that you and Batu were unconscious.
When the subordinates diagnosed and treated you, they found that you were suffering from miasma and had obvious internal injuries. As a last resort, we brought you two back to the valley stream of Qingxiu, senior Wenren. "
In addition to being proficient in calligraphy, writing and ink, Fu Danqing also knows the art of medicine. Her external status is the oiran of the Wanhua Lou, but she is actually the elite of Wudanguo's meticulous work in Dayi.
She opened a window on the surface of her Wanhua Building to do some skin and flesh business, obtained information through contact with officials from Dayi, and then continuously exported useful information to Xiyi.
Lu Qiange's eyes widened when he mentioned the Swiftlet Pagoda, his iron claw gripped the quilt fiercely, and unexpectedly made a hole in the soft quilt when he was emotionally out of control.
"I blame Leng Qingtang for attacking me,"
Lu Qiange was irritated by the cotton wool in front of him, and sneezed twice before saying:
"At the critical moment, he stunned me with a palm and must have snatched the treasure map. o By the way, Tu Muxue was also in the battle with me. Where is she now?"
Fu Danqing felt puzzled, two clear shallow waters narrowed their eyes, tilted their heads and wondered:
"...The East Factory is also entangled in, but why is the West Factory who took the lead in cutting her? Is there a fraud in it..."
"Slash? Whom?"
Lu Qiange asked eagerly, unconsciously startled.
Fu Danqing had to nodded back:
"Your Highness, forgive me. Three days ago, when you were in a coma from the miasma, the senior Wenren went to the capital to inquire about the news and learned that Tu Muxue had fallen into the hands of Xichang Minglan. At the mouth of Yangfang, Tu Muxue asked to kill."
"what?!"
Lu Qiange's expression suddenly turned cold, and he turned to go to the ground, and was held down by Fu Danqing:
"His Royal Highness, your Highness, listen to me, and only then did your subordinates listen to your Highness talking about the past, only to feel that there is something hidden in this matter..."
As the door moved, a burly figure stepped into the room and threw away the hat on his head.
"Master!"
Lu Qiange was surprised and delighted when he saw Master coming back: "Where have you been?"
Wen Renjun was shaking his sturdy one-arm and quickly walked to the head of the bed, carefully looking at Lu Qiange for a moment, his eyes were kind:
"You're awake, you almost freaked out as a teacher."
Lu Qiange grabbed Wenren's big hand and spoke impatiently:
"Master, quickly bring the master and disciple into the capital. The disciple wants to save Tu Muxue."
Wenren Junzheng showed a touch of surprise in his eyes, and said casually:
"It's too late, it's already night, and the woman was rescued on the execution ground. To say that the East and West factories joined forces to handle the case, it's really a rare strange thing in a century. o"
Fu Danqing's color is set:
"So that's the case, the subordinates also feel that there is a lot of information in this question."
Wen Renjun walked to the basin stand and wiped his face, and dried it with a kerchief:
"There are curfews in the city now, Danqing, you can make do with one night here, and you will go back to Wanhualou tomorrow. There is no further delay."
"Yes."
Fu Danqing glanced at Lu Qiange silently and nodded obediently immediately.
At night when the mountain was hidden, the cold wind howled.
Hidden in the ridge, the masked man stared at the densely packed lantern torches in the direction of the emperor's mausoleum, watching the imperial imperial army and Dongchang Fanwei's heads rushing, his eyes were sinister, and his teeth were cold:
"There is no end to eggs under Nestlé, that girl... She is really devoted to him!"
The woman in black was beside him, her face pale and solemn:
"Baixiangshan still has your rest at the moment, sir, do you want to plan a counterattack carefully?"
The mask was put under his ribs with his hands, hatred, and his brows twitched:
"They will go to Kunhuang Island sooner or later, Mo Ruo thinks of trying to get out of Beijing, and then stop there!"
The woman laughed coldly: "Well, I have one..."
Slender hand drew out an inch of golden waist card from the waist, and gently handed it to the masked person:
"I got it when I fought against Dongchang Fanzi. Now that the incident is happening, the imperial court will inevitably set up checkpoints on Dayi's main roads. If you want to get out of Beijing smoothly, it is better to take risks and make good use of your face."
The masked person’s deep pupils reflected her beautiful poison, and he chuckled softly:
"It's a good idea, it's okay to swap your identities. That's the time you should show up. Go, you will be her from this moment, your names are Gu, Yun, Xi!"
The scarlet eyes and the girl's delicate pink lips are beautiful and clear.
...
The night is dense, and the palace lanterns are hung high, which outlines the undulating lines of Qionglou Yuyu and the magnificence unique to the royal family.
Leng Qingtang led a guard rushed into the palace and went straight to the room where the attendant rested in the West Sixth Bureau.
After entering the hospital, Leng Qingtang stepped forward and pushed the door lightly. He saw the elegantly carved Eight Immortals table before Hu Gonggong taking off his robe and crown, sitting with awe-inspiring expression, his eyes raised slightly to welcome the handsome man. Dark phoenix eyes.
Not knowing how to speak, at the moment when he met Hu Gonggong, Leng Qingtang felt that his heart had been lost in vain.
When he came, he was struggling and eager to find the truth, but now the truth is right in front of him, but he was overwhelmed by the fear in his heart.
He heard in the palace that the Yangfang Dharma was robbed, and hundreds of rebels were crushed by the two factories. Then Dongchang pursued the victory and went straight to Yinshan. Hu Gonggong knew that Leng Qingtang would find him sooner or later.
Eidong Factory’s method of rectifying people, trying to extract useful information from the captured population is completely a matter of hand.
Leng Qingtang spoke blankly and took the lead in breaking the silence:
"The superintendent counts thousands of things, but he didn't figure out that you are the eyeliner of that man buried in the palace. You are the eyeliner of that man buried in the palace. You seem to be secretly serving the superintendent, but in reality it is. The man’s work..."
Hu Gonggong smiled and shook his head, his expression indifferent.
Leng Qingtang's facial features changed suddenly in the low laughter:
"Zheng Guogong and Bian Lao Governor, do you know his existence?"
Mr. Hu shook his head mechanically:
"The only people who know the truth about this matter are Princess Anhe and the old slave. She had a reproductive grace to the slave in the early years, and the slave was willing to help her conceal this secret. Now, the old slave will also serve the emperor in that life."
After speaking, Hu Gonggong turned his eyes to look at the carp-patterned wine cup on the table, the smooth white porcelain rim diffused the lingering light in the swaying fire.
Before Leng Qingtang arrived, he swallowed a glass of poisoned wine.
Leng Qingtang's body was faltering in an instant, her eyebrows closed in pain and fatigue.
"It turns out that the Governor has always been a tool of revenge. It should be sinking into the dark forever like a shadow. In order to protect a shadow that can't see the light, the old Governor Bian and the Zheng family all took their lives."
Hu Gonggong sighed sadly:
"The so-called peace and destiny, no one can escape the fate. Just like the Governor, you were born to be the enemy of the Emperor, their sacrifice is to assist the Governor in his mission. As for him, I believe that the Governor is also embarrassed at this moment. Huh? Even if you are arrested in the shadows and graphics, your identity will be revealed in the end."
Leng Qingtang tried his best to restrain the complex emotions flooding in his heart, his nose fluttered quickly, and water and light faintly fluctuated under his deep eyes.
"The Supervisory Council will do everything to protect him."
"It's so good..."
Hu Gonggong's face suddenly stretched, his eyes wide-open, and the whites of his eyes are full of thick bloodshot eyes.
Clenching two fists, the pale old face with a smile of relief, looked extremely strange under the numerous stiff wrinkles running through the facial features.
When his lips squirmed, a mouthful of black blood came out of his mouth, Hu Gonggong said softly, intermittently:
"Fighting in the same room, why worry about each other..."
His exhausted body collapsed on the table, and he died.