Chapter 342 Don’t you want to take revenge on that old dog Zhuang Xiaocheng?

Chapter 342 Don’t you want to take revenge on that old dog Zhuang Xiaocheng?

Chapter 342 Don’t you want to take revenge on that old dog Zhuang Xiaocheng?
The demon is dead?

Was it Zhao Duan who did it again?
Not only that, even the branch of Kuangfu Society was uprooted?

In the Golden Palace, the ministers were stunned for a moment by the news uttered by the empress.

Even with Li Yanfu and Yuan Li's great skills in cultivating their qi, they still felt dazed and a little unreal.

It's really that all this happened too quickly. The announcement of the return of the national master happened yesterday, right?
Only one day? And then he died?
"He's here to send it off..."

At this moment, this thought arose in the minds of many ministers.

The previous second everyone was still worrying and discussing how to deal with this challenge, but in the end the aggressive demon didn't even last a day.

He also took away the rebel branch.

Incredible.

Yuan Li suddenly realized: No wonder Ma Yan did not go to court. If such a big thing happened last night, he should still be cleaning up the mess by now.

Then he couldn't help but wonder, what is that kid Zhao Duan doing?
……

Outside the palace.

Zhao Duan walked out of the towering palace gate refreshed, and then walked towards the imperial court in the golden morning light of autumn.

When he arrived at the main gate of the yamen and saw the two stone lions, the officers in brocade uniforms at the door all looked at him with expressions as if they were gods.

"Zhao Jisi!"

"Master Zhao!"

Everyone's face was filled with sincere admiration and strong envy.

Apparently, news of last night's incident had spread. Compared to the extremely swift fall of the demon Taoist priest, what really made the officials envious, jealous and hateful was the fact that "the branch office was destroyed in one fell swoop".

"Hey, isn't this Lord Zhao? Where is this from?"

As we entered the Governor's Hall, our old acquaintance Haitang crossed her arms and asked sourly.

In the early morning, morning dew rolled on the withered grass and trees in the yard. Today was a sunny day, and the bright sunlight made the dark circles under the female inspector's eyes particularly eye-catching.

"Good morning, Maritime Police Chief. Why isn't the Governor here?" Zhao Duan greeted with a bright smile, looking quite happy.

Haitang, who hadn't slept all night, yawned and said, "I'll personally keep an eye on those prisoners in the Imperial Prison."

Then, she briefly told Zhao Duan what happened after he was sent to the palace last night.

After Zhao Duan left last night, Haitang led people to the Bafang Theater and, with the authority of an official, sealed off the entire theater that had been alarmed.

At the same time, the news was blocked and the only message to the outside world was: arrest the rebels.

Afterwards, the few people who stayed behind in Lihuatang went to contact and find Gongshu Tianyuan's team and join up with them.

The process went extremely smoothly for Gongshu Tianyuan, with almost no obstacles, and he arrested dozens of rebels in one go.

Afterwards, a bunch of traitors who were captured overnight were thrown into the imperial prison. Ma Yan personally took charge of the interrogation, while the rest of the gang members were responsible for the aftermath, and they have been busy until now.

"Gongshu Tianyuan went back to the Tianshi Mansion and said that although he didn't catch the demon, he thanked you for your hospitality." Haitang said while yawning.

With a look of extreme resentment, he added:
"You guys at Lihua Hall really did a great job quietly, but you managed to pull out all the connections at Tianshi Mansion."

She is sour!
Just this time, Lihua Hall will definitely rank first in the merit assessment this year. She worked diligently to lead Narcissus Hall and had been thinking about the title of first among the nine halls for so long, but in the end, it was taken away by Zhao Duan.

But after complaining, he still sighed in submission and said, "Remember to treat me."

Then I turned around and went back to sleep.

Zhao Duan smiled and didn't explain. His goal was never to compete for the first place in the Nine Halls. He just wanted to lay the groundwork for the follow-up.

Instead of rushing to see Ma Yan, he turned around and went back to Lihua Hall to find out the details.

"Sir, were you okay last night?" Qian Kerou answered everything and looked at him curiously.

"What can I do for you?" Zhao Duan said calmly.

"But your face is pale..." The secretary said halfway and was stopped by the other three people with a wink.

I thought, "I see it but I don't say it. My Lord has stayed in the palace for one night. What's wrong with his face being a little pale?" It's very reasonable.

"Sir, this is your mask." Zheng Laojiu handed back the disguise mask "Jiuyi".

This item was lent to the Thousand-Faced God last night, and I will naturally take it back when he returns.

"Well, how are Yunxi and Wu Ling doing?" Zhao Duan asked, and without waiting for an answer, he stood up and said with a smile: "Forget it, let's go and see for ourselves."

He planned to meet his cheap senior brother first, and then interrogate those guys.

……

……

The imperial prison, deep inside the prison.

The morning light came in through the "品"-shaped air vent at the top of the wall, and a straight beam of light shone on the bluebird's face.

In the past, at this time of time, if she could calculate the time... she and Yunxi would squeeze together to greet this rare morning light in the prison.

However, today, she was the only one holding up the sunshine with her face. Bluebird turned her head and looked at the back of the girl sitting cross-legged on the stone bed with her back to her and facing the wall. She whispered tentatively: "Yunxi?"

Yunxi didn't answer.

Since returning last night, the girl has remained silent.

In just one day, not only Guhuo Zhenren died, but also Yunxi's heart.

Zhao Duan took her out for a walk and easily destroyed her faith that was wrapped in lies.

The only thing the girl did after she came back was to use pebbles to destroy all the marks on the wall where she had used to record the date.

And then he has been sitting facing the wall ever since.

"Actually..." Bluebird hesitated, thinking of words of comfort.

Suddenly, there was the rattling sound of shackles in the corridor, accompanied by footsteps, which finally startled them.

Two jailers, one on the left and one on the right, dragged a nearly limp figure to the empty cell opposite the two women and threw the man in like a torn sack.

Then he turned and left without saying a word.

In the imperial prison, talking to a serious criminal is against the rules.

Wu Ling fell to the ground powerlessly. The delicate face of this famous actor who rose from the Bafang Theater was pale, and he was no longer wearing a stage costume, but a prison uniform.

I didn't see many wounds. The only noticeable wound was a bloody patch between the waist and abdomen.

If you lift up the clothes, you can see a bronze nail driven into the flesh at the belly, which is used to seal the whole body's magic power.

"Cough...cough..."

Wu Ling coughed and panted for a while, feeling that he had regained some strength, he managed to get up, and saw two familiar faces across the railing. He forced a smile and said:

"Before we were outside, we were still wondering how inhumanely you would be treated in prison. Now it seems that it is better than we imagined."

The bluebird, who had also gained weight, felt mocked. She opened her mouth and the words she said became:

"Did they torture you?" "Yes, they did. Water torture." Wu Ling looked relatively calm and laughed at himself:
"At least my face wasn't disfigured. You may not understand, but disfigurement is a fatal event for an opera singer."

Yun Xi, who had been silent all night, turned around, sternly said with a sneer:

"If you can still joke, it means you haven't suffered any serious consequences."

Wu Ling was silent for a moment, then sighed:

"I really didn't expect that you would be with the man named Zhao last night. My identity..."

"I told him." Yun Xi sneered, "So, are you angry? Do you want to call me a traitor?"

A few hours ago, she was still denouncing and despising the Thousand-Faced God for being a "traitor".

After a few hours, she also became the traitor she once hated.

Wu Ling endured the pain in his stomach, sat up cross-legged, and frowned:
"You knew already?"

This statement is incoherent, but as the only "God-level" sorcerer in the Beijing branch, his status in the Beijing branch is not low.

The branch leader is first, the agent code-named "Ballast Stone" is second, and he is the third-ranked member.

Commonly known as "the third in command".

Therefore, he had interacted with this female disciple of Zhuang Xiaocheng and understood her character.

Considering the time when he was arrested, it had been more than half a year since Yunxi was imprisoned, which was enough for him to guess the reason for Yunxi's betrayal.

"You all know it!" For no reason, Yunxi was irritated like a little leopard.

She climbed out of bed and walked to the cell door. With the help of the light, she could see that the girl's eyes were swollen, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and her lips were bitten.

She cried silently for half the night last night.

Yunxi became furious:
"Since you all know the truth, why are you working for that old dog Zhuang Xiaocheng? You keep saying you want to help the country and save the people, but in the end you're just doing it for your own selfish desires, right? What? You've failed in your attempt to usurp the throne, but you still won't give up?

Want to be a hero of the emperor? Or something else? I just hate that I know too little, otherwise I would have killed that old villain with my own hands that day! I was blind and joined you in the same dirty business, bah! "

Yunxi kept cursing, but it was more like she was venting the emotions that she had been holding back all night.

The stronger a person's faith is, the stronger his desire for revenge will be after he turns evil.

As much respect she had for Zhuang Xiaocheng in the past, she now hated him as much.

"Yunxi..." Qingniao opened his mouth, trying to comfort her, but in the end he just sighed.

Wu Ling endured the girl's scolding, but there was no anger on his face. Instead, a bitter smile appeared on his face, as if he wanted to explain something. In the end, he just sighed:

"People in the arena involuntarily."

He let his hair down, smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"The Kuangfu Society is not a group of people with lofty ideals as you imagined before, nor is it a group of ambitious people who are obsessed with profit and want to seize the throne as you say now. Zhuang Xiaocheng and his people participated in the coup and have no way out. However, they are unwilling to go into exile and hide. It is true that they want to regain their positions."

"But there are still many people whose families secretly defected to the Second Prince Jianwen before the coup. Zhuang Xiaocheng has evidence of these people's defection. Once it is exposed, they will face a catastrophe. So they have no choice but to be coerced and lured into joining in."

"Of course, there are also some people who joined later and wanted to seek an opportunity."

"There are many more people like you who were completely deceived by Zhuang Xiaocheng and his gang at the beginning, helped them escape, and even participated in their escape. As a result, by the time they realized their mistake, it was too late.

Just like you, now you understand, but does that mean you are no longer a rebel? Sometimes, when you get on the wrong ship, you can only go one way. "

Wu Ling finished speaking in one breath, and when he found that Yun Xi remained silent, he laughed at himself:
“Perhaps in your eyes, I am making excuses for myself.

Maybe. I admit that I was indeed moved by the future that Zhuang Xiaocheng and his friends had described. At least after learning the truth, I still tried to overthrow the empress. Now that I have been arrested, it is my own fault. You can scold me if you want. "

Yun Xi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How many people in the company know the truth?"

Wu Ling thought for a moment and said:

"The top management of each branch knows about it. As for the middle management, most of them are aware of it, but they often don't speak out. As for the lower-level members, many of them are indeed kept in the dark.

In fact, it is very rare for someone as innocent as you to be chosen by Zhuang Xiaocheng to stay by his side. However, the reason why he chose you may be because your faith is strong enough, so he can feel at ease using you. As for us... we have too many complicated thoughts."

Yunxi was silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

The cell was quiet for a while, and neither side spoke again.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard again at the end of the corridor. Several prison guards came in and began to open the doors of two cells at the same time.

The head jailer with a thick face laughed and said:

"Three of you, Lord Zhao wants to see you."

……

Inside the imperial prison, in a spacious "interrogation room".

Zhao Duan leaned back in the big chair, raised his legs and placed them on the long table in front of him.

He was flipping through the interrogation records in his hand.

"Dangdang!"

The door of the interrogation room opened, and the jailer smiled flatteringly, "Sir, the prisoner is here."

"Well," Zhao Duan closed the book in his hand with a snap, pulled his legs down, changed to a more serious but still lazy sitting posture, and said:

"Bring it in, then all of you get out, and don't let anyone else get close."

"Yes!"

The jailer bowed and left.

Then, Yunxi, Qingniao and Wu Ling were pushed into the cold interrogation room.

As the iron door behind him slammed shut and the footsteps faded away, inside the stone room, there was only a cold long table and a few chairs.

Dust floated in the beam of light coming through the vent.

Zhao Duan threw the file in his hand onto the table, folded his hands on his abdomen, leaned back, and said with a smile:
"Sit down, don't be nervous, I'm not a demon."

The three people had different expressions.

Bluebird turned his head slightly, not daring to look Zhao Duan in the eye.

——Whenever she thought of the way the Thousand-Faced God fawned on this man, she would feel deeply wary.

Wu Ling felt nervous and complicated. This was not the first time the two had met. They had met once when Zhao Duan went to the Bafang Theater and hooked up with Pei Siniang.

Later, he tried to assassinate Zhao Duan, but failed without even seeing him.

The most recent time was last night outside the carriage in the alley, when he was horrified to learn that the National Master was killed by Zhao Duan.

"What do you want from us?"

Yun Xi calmly and angrily took the lead in sitting opposite him, looking at Zhao Duan with her swollen eyes, and the big word "prisoner" on her chest bulged high. She didn't hide or avoid it, and she cried as she spoke:
"Want to see my joke?"

Zhao Duan looked at the girl who had been crying all night, and couldn't help laughing. He suddenly took out a handkerchief and threw it on her face, saying lightly:
"Wipe your tears. Don't you want to take revenge on that old dog Zhuang Xiaocheng?"

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