Qiu Yanbin is dead, obviously it was okay to meet yesterday!

When Liu Jizong asked the cell boss to lead him to visit as usual, the prisoner lay motionless on the ground in a very strange posture, and Wu Hou's heart suddenly became uneasy. He called softly, then grabbed the stake with both hands and almost dug into the gap and shouted loudly, but still received no response.

The cell boss hurriedly opened the iron lock, rushed in and patted Qiu Yanbin on the back, and when the palm of his hand touched the stiff body, he suddenly expected that something bad was going to happen.

The two fingers of the cell head trembled vigorously to his nose, his eyes suddenly widened and he sat directly on the ground, and then got up in panic and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Wuhou forgives... General Qiu... Already... Something has happened..."

From Li Jizong's continuous visits in the past few days, the cell boss could see that the dead must be highly valued by Wuhou. Even if this kind of person is going to be executed tomorrow, he has to treat each other well, but now that he is dying in a prison cell, how can he not panic a little person.

"Don't go and call someone yet!" Liu Jizong roared angrily.

The cell boss stumbled out with a roll, leaving Liu Jizong alone looking at the cold corpse inside through the cell door, feeling that there was something in his chest that could not be vented, he pushed open the unlocked door, and every step under his feet was like walking on a flint.

The man on the ground seemed to be dying in pain, his right hand was covering his chest, his left hand was stretched out in the direction of the prison door, and his five fingers were picking out five scars on the ground, as if he wanted to crawl forward and shout for help.

Wu Hou slowly knelt down, gently lifted Qiu Yanbin's head to rest on his arm, and watched his originally handsome facial features stained with blood flowing out of the seven orifices and couldn't cry silently, he carefully wiped the dust off his bitten lips, and finally let out a loud cry.

"Yanbin! Ben Hou promised that you would take you out, how dare you go back on your word!" Wu Hou hugged the man who could never wake up anymore and buried his head in his arms, crying bitterly, and when he tightly grabbed the drooping arm outside the corpse and put it in his hand, he was surprised to find that Qiu Yanbin's upside-down palm concealed the remains written in blood-"Diao You".

Wu Hou was stunned suddenly, he carefully looked at the crooked strokes on the ground, and made sure that it was not deliberately forged, and the chest that was blocked for a while suddenly erupted with endless anger.

"刂 again" is the upper part of the virtuous word!

"Wei Xian, you obviously promised that I would let him go!" Liu Jizong's palm repeatedly rubbed the mark on the ground, and the green tendons on the back of his hand protruded more and more obviously, until he completely wiped the blood words off before carefully putting the person back on the ground.

Wu Hou stood up again, his fists creaking, the teeth in his mouth were about to shatter, and the faint popping sound in the dead cell suddenly pierced the quiet air.

Liu Jizong spat out blood and suddenly collapsed......

The entire Wuhou Mansion was in a panic, and Mrs. Wuhou sat on the bedside all day long to take care of the unconscious Liu Jizong, and it didn't take long for the flowers of the country to look a lot haggard. As for the palace, there is even more turmoil: the sin will die quietly in the prison, and Wuhou is even vomiting blood and fainting, no matter what happens, Kang Jia is furious.

To be honest, Zhu Yezhao did not have any dislike for this general who defended the Zhu family, even if he occasionally lost control of his emotions and inevitably said something heavy, he still felt more grateful in his heart. So when he learned that Liu Jizong had an accident, he immediately issued an edict to send many imperial doctors to diagnose the situation, and at the same time summoned Hu Jinzhong, the commander of the Forbidden Feather Guard, to order Qiu Yanbin's death to be strictly investigated.

However, it didn't matter if the imperial doctor made a diagnosis, he actually diagnosed Wuhou's five internal organs with deep heat poison, perhaps because he was a military general, and his body was stronger than ordinary people, and he couldn't see it in the short term, but Qiu Yanbin's death became the first induced poison to intensify the erosion of the heart.

When the news came back to the palace, Emperor Long Yan was furious, and directly called Hu Jinzhong, who had just left the palace, back: "Liu Qing is a high-ranking lord, how could he accidentally eat coarse grains and suffer from severe poison? Someone must be plotting to kill him! Three days, I will only give you three days, if after three days, I can't catch anyone who dares to kill my relatives, I will try to ask you first!"

Here, Hu Jinzhong kowtowed his head and retreated in fear, and Liu Jizong, who was tugging at the heartstrings, lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

Xiao Yixin, who was leaning on the head of the bed and was half-asleep, heard the movement and immediately moved up and said, "Master Hou, are you awake?"

Liu Jizong patted his jade hand gently and comforted: "You are tired. ”

The beautiful woman who has held on to the present no longer deliberately suppresses her worries at this time, but she doesn't want to be too out of shape in front of Liu Jizong, so she can only hold back her tears and lower her face, and say with a worried half-frown: "Lord Hou is the pillar of the family, and if he doesn't protect his own safety, where will he put his concubine?"

Not long ago, after countless lives and deaths, Wu Hou's face showed warmth, no matter how difficult the wind and rain outside, as long as he returned to her, he could feel very relieved.

The man reached out to comfort the beauty's back with affection, and patiently waited for her to stop Lihua's tears before asking, "When I was asleep, did Wei Xian have any news from there?"

Xiao Yixin heard Liu Jizong viciously call Wei Xian's name for the first time in many years, and her delicate body couldn't help but be shocked, and then quickly returned to her normal face and said, "I've never been here." ”

"It's too much of a deception!" Wu Hou leaned on the pillow and slammed his fist on the futon.

"The concubine remembered!" Xiao Yixin suddenly hurriedly walked to the tea table in the house and took a letter and said: "Before, a person who refused to disclose his name came to the house and told his subordinates to hand over the letter to Hou Ye, and the concubine was so bent on taking care of Hou Ye that she almost forgot about it. ”

Who will send the letter at this time? Liu Jizong tore open the letter suspiciously, and there was only a piece of yellow paper in the envelope, and the few words on the yellow paper revealed the vigorous and dangerous pen power; "The speaker has no hope of winning over, and wants to threaten the Hou Mansion with the upper and lower levels, hoping that the king will be on guard. ”

Liu Jizong looked at the ink on the envelope and sank into thought: Who is the speaker? Li Yuzhang or Bai Luofeng? Li Yuzhang is only a scholar of Hanlin, and he has no power or power, and it is impossible to fight the idea of the Wuhou Mansion. And Bai Luofeng's words, it is by no means impossible to have this thought in his heart after being rejected by himself, because he is reckless in the rivers and lakes, and he does not have to act in accordance with the sages and virtues, not to mention that he has met a lot of skilled guys.

But who was the person who sent the letter? Why did he know about such a thing? Why did he do it? Did he feel that it was unrighteous to coerce the unarmed people in the mansion? Or did he simply not want to see him Liu Jizong forced to become an enemy of Wei Xian?

Wu Hou stared at the letter in a daze, and he seemed to vaguely feel that there were many unknown hands hidden behind the whirlpool, controlling and manipulating him to make choices.

"The poor monk heard that Wuhou had woken up, so he came to take a look. A joyful laugh suddenly outside the door untied Liu Jizong's tightly locked brows, and he ordered to the courtyard guarding the door outside the door: "Let the monk come in quickly." ”

With the crisp sound of the wooden door being pushed open, a chubby piece of fat staggered in the monk's robe, which was not tightly wrapped, and made the viewer fear that he would bump into the furniture in the room.

Xiao Yixin saw the untidy monk like Maitreya, her cheeks couldn't help but glow with a touch of red, and she consciously said to Liu Jizong: "Master Hou, thanks to this monk who made a decoction that is more magical than the imperial doctor in the palace, he woke you up, and it is inconvenient for the concubine to go down first, so you can thank him for the concubine." ”

Liu Jizong nodded, and his wife immediately got up, and after giving a farewell salute to the food madness, she walked out generously with lotus steps.

"This time, I bothered the master again and saved Jizong's life. Wu Hou wanted to lift the quilt and get up to thank him, but in the end he was stopped by the madness.

"Wuhou is polite, just treat it as a poor monk and spend a few days in your house for the food money. The monk smiled.

"What the master said, as long as you are willing to stay here, it is a blessing in the house, you can live as long as you want......"

The eater waved his hand and interrupted Liu Jizong's words: "The poor monk is relieved to see that Wuhou is now talking and laughing freely. As for the Wuhou Mansion, the sloppy habits of the poor monks are always unaccustomed. ”

Liu Jizong heard the monk's intentions, forgot his weak body again, squeezed out of the bedding, and wanted to stay on the ground: "If the master thinks that there is any dissatisfaction, just raise it, and Jizong will definitely do it according to your wishes." ”

"Haha, it's too late for the comfort of Wuhou Mansion, how can a poor monk who often sleeps in a broken temple dislike him. The food madman laughed, and then gradually calmed down and said: "It's a pity that the poor monk is a person who wants to eat all over the world, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are naturally loved, and the miscellaneous rice and vegetable stalks will not be disliked." As long as the person who cooks the food is good, even the bran bark is willing to taste it. ”

Wuhou didn't know how to reply, but the monk reveled and continued: "So Wuhou doesn't have to keep me, wait for the poor monk to really have nothing to eat that day, and then come to you to ask for it." ”

"Okay! As long as the master is willing, the door of the Wuhou Mansion will always be open for you. ”

"Thank you Wuhou, thank you Wuhou. The palms of the madness and contentment bowed slightly, but the wrinkles on his face were slowly unfolding, and he whispered: "Before leaving, there is something I want to remind Wuhou." ”

"Master, please speak. ”

"The poor monk went to the kitchen in the house to check before, and there was no problem with the cooking materials, drinking water for people, and condiments for the pot. So is it because Wu Hou accidentally ate something that shouldn't be eaten outside that he was poisoned by heat?" The monk's mysterious appearance had not blinked, and he immediately changed to a friendly smile: "Of course, if the poor monk is arrogantly guessing, please don't blame Wu Hou." ”

The speaker has no intention of listening, Liu Jizong seems to be enlightened, remembering the tea he drank in the palm print division two days ago, and several layers of thick doubts were added to his eyes.