"You... don't know who it is?" Sang vaguely saw a little panic from the thin face, so he cried his eyebrows, "Didn't you see the murderer?"

Gong Yucheng said nothing and stared at Sang. The fear on his face gradually turned into anxiety. However, the color of his body became lighter and lighter, and his eyes seemed to be about to disappear into the darkness.

Sang shook his head gently, "Time is coming soon, the copper needle is about to send him away, I'm afraid we can't ask anything."

Zhao Zaimai pondered for a moment, and then took a step forward, saying word by word, "Gong Yucheng, were you harmed by Zheng Ximing?"

Gong Yucheng's body shook slightly. After a long time, he turned his head to Zhao Zaimai, "Straw."

He said two words that shocked the three of them.

"Straw? What does it mean?" Zhao Zimai took another step forward. He looked at Gong Yucheng's shadow that became fainter again, and he was panicked and impatient.

"The time is up, it's time for him to go on the road. If he doesn't leave, it's probably too late." Sang waved his hand upwards, preparing to send the soul away, but at this moment, Gong Yucheng suddenly made a "yiyiwuwu" sound, as if he was trying hard to say something, but he was now supported by a copper needle, so no matter how hard he tried, he could not make a complete sound.

"Stop for a while, he seems to have something to say." Zhao Zimai hurriedly asked Sang to stop, and he ran towards Gong Yucheng, who had been dragged out by a copper needle half a foot.

"Xiaoheng...Xiaoheng..."

Gong Yucheng's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were almost coming out of the middle of his eye sockets, but he spoke a few incoherent and broken words. Zhao Zimai was stunned. The next moment, a whistling sound came from his ears. It passed by everyone's ears. It was not big, but it was deafening. The copper needle dragged Gong Yucheng's soul through the crack of the door, and the oil lamp was extinguished by the gust of wind.

Baotian finally let out a breath that had been held in his throat for a long time, slapped hard on his chest a few times, and said loudly, "Straw? Xiaoheng? Young Master, it's okay if you don't embroider the spirit. Now that I'm embroidering, I'm getting more and more confused. What do these two words Gong Yucheng mean?"

Zhao Zimai had a calm face and didn't say anything. After a while, he rushed to Baotian and said, "Light on the light."

Baotian hurriedly did what he told him, and the candlelight illuminated the room, but he was even more surprised, because Sang, who had not made any sound, had a pale face as paper, and his body was shaking, and he was about to fall.

"Great God." Baotian hurried forward and wanted to go to Fusang's arm. The moment he touched it, it pushed it away.

Sang supported his hands on his thighs and gasped in big mouthfuls. His two light pink eyes were covered with mist, as if he was about to drip tears.

Zhao Zimai had never seen it like this before, so he put everything else aside, hurriedly walked to it, and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

"Somehow, my heart felt like I was stabbed, and it hurt so much." Sang was still gasping for breath, his voice becoming more and more rapid.

"Leave here first, I'll take you back to the inn and find a doctor to treat you."

Zhao Zimai was now putting his heart on Sang, so he joined it and walked out. Baotian hurriedly closed the door of the room and followed behind. The three of them left the gate of Shuntian Mansion together. At this time, it was just dawn, and there was a little white fish on the horizon. There was not a single person on the street, only the carriage they were riding in when they came was guarding the yamen alone.

Seeing Sang frowning, his face seemed to be worse, Zhao Zimai, with Baotian, held its arm and carefully sent it into the carriage. But at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps not far away. Soon, as soon as he lifted the sedan chair, he came from far and near and rushed past the carriage.

"Isn't this the chariot sedan that the master went to court?" When he said this, Baotian saw the curtain of the sedan chair move and closed it again, so he stuck out his tongue and said to Zhao Zimai, "Young Master, it seems that he has seen us."

Zhao Zimai naturally knew that Zhao Wen'an saw him and that he also knew that he saw Sang, but Sang was not feeling well now, and he was wearing men's clothing, so he did not take this matter to heart, and he was just in a hurry to ask Baotian to drive the carriage back to the inn.

Baotian waved a whip at the horse's butt and muttered, "My master has to go to court every day before dawn, or travel around the ocean. But he is so loyal to the court, but there are still a group of people behind him who are dissatisfied with him. As long as I think of this, I feel so angry."

After saying that, seeing that no one in the sedan chair responded, he danced his long whip and twitched the horse's butt. The horse neighed and ran towards the other side of the street.

***

A large group of people gathered outside Donghua Gate, wearing flower feathers on Yishui and various patches in front of the official uniform, ranging from dragon pythons to birds to beasts.

Seeing Zhao Wen'an's sedan chair arrive, five or six ministers had already greeted him. When the servant lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, he bowed and bowed inside, calling "Mr. Zhao" in unison.

Zhao Wen'an came out of the sedan chair and bowed back. He glanced around and found that the faces of the people were not right. So he followed them to the side and stayed away from the crowd. He asked in a low voice, "A few colleagues have something to tell me?"

The minister in charge hesitated for a moment, looked around again, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he covered his mouth and whispered, "Mr. Zhao, we have not seen the emperor for half a month. The queen mother only said that Long live the dragon body is not safe and should not go to court. But we thought that time has passed so long, and I don't know what disease the emperor has suffered. It has not improved yet. Can you reveal it? We can also feel at ease after listening."

Zhao Wen'an shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Dear colleagues, I really don't know what the emperor has obtained."

"Mr. Zhao, don't joke. The Empress Dowager called you to the Palace of Yangxin yesterday. How could you not know about the emperor's condition?" Several people agreed, as if they didn't believe Zhao Wen'an's words.

"The Empress Dowager summoned me, and this is true, but she asked me to discuss the government affairs, but there was no mention of the emperor's condition." Zhao Wen'an replied truthfully.

"Your Majesty, don't you ask? The Lord is also in the Hall of Peace of Heart. Although it is in the warm-up pavilion behind,..."

Zhao Wen'an narrowed his eyes, and the man swallowed back half of his words. Zhao Wen'an put his hand behind him, looked at the Forbidden City in front of him, which was painted in kumquat by the dawn, and said word by word, "The emperor's dragon body is both a state and a family matter. The old Buddha doesn't want to mention it. If I insist on asking, wouldn't it be said that my old arm is too long?"

There was no trace of anger in this sentence, but several ministers tactfully closed their mouths at the same time and dared not say anything more.
Chapter completed!