Gu Jinzhi looked up at the library. In addition to Buddhist scriptures, the library in Yunyin Temple also contains many isolated books, history and medicine from ancient times to the present, but in fact, there is nothing he wants in such a large collection of books.

Luo Ning saw that Gu Jinzhi had been searching in the library for a long time but still had nothing to find. He was worried, but there was no other way: "We, look for it again!"

"Yes." Gu Jinzhi responded, lowered his eyes, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, Luo Ning heard him say, "You go back, I will go back to the palace tomorrow. I will make some reservations, I will enter the palace tomorrow."

Luo Ning nodded: "I'll go back, you're here alone, be very careful."

"General Quan is here, except for Xinru, who is ignorant of life and death, who dares to do whatever he wants?" Gu Jinzhi curled his lips, "Don't worry."

Luo Ning responded and turned around and left.

Luo Ning and Gu Jinzhi, the same school, became the hermit soldiers, and learned martial arts. Luo Ning was surprised and had a superb light craftsmanship. If he had the will to prevent people from discovering it, he would definitely be without a trace.

Waiting for Luo Ning to walk away, Gu Jinzhi took out the silver hairpin that he had broken from his arms. The butterfly on the hairpin was trampled so that it could not see its original appearance. Several tassels were broken. When he saw it casually, he could not see its original appearance at all.

There was a faint trace of blood at the top of the silver hairpin, which was a sign that the silver hairpin was left when it struck his arm.

Gu Jinzhi rolled up his sleeves and saw a faint blood mark on his arm.

Quan Shenglan used all his strength to leave such a shallow wound, and he just squeezed it gently and fell one blue and black one after another on Quan Shenglan's hands.

Even though my daughter has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, she is very tender and tender compared to her men.

Gu Jinzhi chuckled, put his hairpin in his arms, raised his hand slightly, and the arm he attached still hurt a little. He thought that he had to let the monk Wuchen help him deal with it.

When Gu Jinzhi walked to Wuchen's Zen Room, Wuchen was not asleep yet and the lights were bright. He was about to walk to the door and heard Wuchen speak: "The door is not locked, so Prince Yuan comes in."

As soon as he entered the room, Gu Jinzhi saw Wuchen's table full of medicine bottles with bone injuries.

"Where has King Yuan been injured?" Wu Chen fiddled with the medicine bottle and applied plaster on a medicine cloth.

"The shoulder blades were dislocated." Gu Jinzhi sat down opposite Wuchen and pressed his left shoulder, which was vaguely painful.

"General Quan has always been the most protective person, but the prince hurts his most precious daughter." Wu Chen chuckled, "It's just dislocated, and he's already showing mercy."

Gu Jinzhi thought of Quan Ziyan and felt a headache: "I didn't think that the man would be his daughter, and he was so thin and tender. With a slight pinch, his hands would be green and purple."

"Take off your clothes and let me see." Wuchen stood up and walked to Gu Jinzhi's side. "Although Miss Quan is a daughter, she can play so many tricks with you, which is really amazing."

Gu Jinzhi took off his outer robe, took off one sleeve, revealing his left shoulder that had been attached: "Of course, the daughter raised by General Quan himself will not be much worse!"

"It's a good answer." Wu Chen pressed Gu Jinzhi's slightly black shoulder, "The place where General Quan pressed it faintly turned black. I think it was because of gravity."
Chapter completed!