Marquis Anle and Lu Yaozu were struck by lightning.
This means that if he can't come out, then doesn't that mean he will be inhumane in the future and no different from a useless person? !
Anle Hou's head buzzed, and he was so angry that his eyebrows raised: "Who on earth has such a vicious mind?! Come, bring Gao Yan over here!"
These days, Lu Daizong has been inseparable from Gao Yan.
After Lu Yaozu sent the palace physician out, Xia Sanbai looked at his brother with eyes full of heartache: "Dad, how about I go to the palace and ask the imperial physician for help right now? The imperial physician is highly skilled and may be able to help..."
Marquis Anle shook his head: "No, send the guards with my message. From now on, you cannot leave the house."
He was so angry that he slammed the table hard, and it immediately broke into pieces.
"This person dared to attack Daizong, he must have made perfect preparations. I only have you two sons. Daizong has already been in trouble, you must not be in trouble again!"
Lu Yaozu replied solemnly, "Yes."
Not long after, the guards came back, carrying Gao Yan, whose clothes were disheveled, hair was disheveled, and eyes were full of panic.
Anle Hou kicked him in the chest. Gao Yan screamed and rolled several times before stopping. His face turned pale with pain and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
But he didn't bother to groan, he climbed up and knelt to beg for mercy: "My Lord, please spare my life, my Lord, please spare my life!"
Lu Yaozu gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me what you did with Daizong these days, where you went, who you met, tell me everything clearly. If you hide anything, the Minister of Rites won't mind losing your son!"
Gao Yan's vision went black in pain, and he was so frightened that his body trembled. "My Lord, my Lord, please understand. We usually only go to Qingfeng Pavilion and Zuiyuelong. The only people we see are the lovers and prostitutes there, nothing else, my Lord..."
Marquis Anle looked at him coldly and said, "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. Come, bring me my bone-cutting whip. I want to see how long you can keep your mouth shut!"
The boning whip is covered with barbs. With a simple swing, it can remove the flesh and blood from a person's entire arm, leaving only the white bones.
In the early years, Marquis Anle once used this torture instrument to skin a prisoner alive in public. The bloody scene was a nightmare for everyone present.
Although Gao Yan had never seen it, he had heard of it.
He retreated hastily until he felt the coldness of the wall on his back and the urgency of the whip hitting the ground, which suddenly rekindled Gao Yan's broken mind: "I remember... I remember, my Lord! My Lord, listen to me!"
He swallowed his saliva and tremblingly told them about the bet between Lu Daizong and Jiang Zhiyu, as well as Jiang Zhiyu's acupuncture. Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu looked at each other with gloomy faces.
Her again?
I'm afraid it was she who did the last autumn hunt. Marquis Anle's original admiration for Jiang Zhiyu because of that arrow was completely annihilated after she beat up Prince Nan Gu in the street.
Recalling her excuse during the autumn hunt, Marquis Anle sneered.
"Come here, prepare a carriage and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. I want to see who can protect her this time!"
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The night faded quietly, and the quiet streets suddenly became noisy. The sound of carriage wheels and the clatter of iron armor on guards echoed all the way from the streets in the east.
In the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhaorong was washing and the maid was arranging his court clothes.
Suddenly, a servant ran in in panic, "Prime Minister! Prime Minister, something bad has happened... Outside, outside, a large number of guards have surrounded the Prime Minister's residence, shouting for the Third Young Lady to be handed over!"
Jiang Zhaorong:!!!
"What's going on?" Jiang Zhaorong frowned. "Did you see who it was?"
"It seems...it seems to be Marquis Anle!"
Marquis of Anle? Jiang Zhaorong's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately remembered the bet he had heard about on the street.
broken!
He rushed to the front hall in a hurry. Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu looked aggressive. Lu Yaozu was holding Gao Yan, who looked pale.
He comes with ill intentions.
Jiang Zhaorong concealed his anxiety and asked with genuine confusion, "My Lord, it's almost time for court. Why are you barging into my house so aggressively? What's your intention?"
After all, the Prime Minister and the Minister of Rites are different, and they both belong to the same party of the Crown Prince. For the sake of the Crown Prince, even if Marquis Anle is angry, he cannot arrest Jiang Zhiyu like he did Gao Yan in the Minister of Rites's mansion.
Marquis Anle sneered, "I don't want to play these roundabout riddles with you. Do you know the bet between Jiang Zhiyu and my son?"
Jiang Zhaorong thought that this was indeed the case, but he had been busy discussing Zhiyu's attendance with the emperor these days and didn't know the full story. He continued to ask in confusion, "What's the stakes?"
"You really don't know?"
"I really don't know."
Seeing that he looked calm and didn't seem to be lying, Anle Hou rolled his eyes and said, "Your daughter made a bet with my son to let him receive her acupuncture."
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
You old bastard, you only speak half the words.
Jiang Zhaorong also pretended not to understand: "Is this really true? But Zhiyu is a disciple of a miracle doctor, this is a good thing."
"Fuck your grandma's legs!" Anle Hou couldn't help but curse out loud: "My son was just carried back. All this is thanks to your daughter!"
He tore his face off, and Jiang Zhaorong also put away his smile: "My Lord, please be careful with your words. It would be biased to just listen to your words on this matter. My Lord, do you have any evidence to prove that my daughter killed your son?"
"Besides, the Marquis keeps saying it's all because of the young fish. I want to ask, what happened to your son?"
Marquis Anle choked.
He gasped and snatched Gao Yan from Lu Yaozu's hand: "Speak, tell me everything you said in the Marquis' Mansion, word for word!"
Gao Yan repeated the day's bet in a trembling voice, without mentioning Lu Daizong's dilemma, and his words were biased towards the Marquis' Mansion.
Marquis Anle nodded in satisfaction and looked at Jiang Zhaorong: "Did you hear clearly? Your daughter is determined to cure my son. I strongly suspect that her medical skills are not good enough and she has harmed my son. So, do you want to hand this man over to me today or not?!"
"No." Jiang Zhaorong's face was calm.
"What did you say?!" Marquis Anle placed his hand on the whip, with the slightest movement to pull it out.
Jiang Zhaorong glanced at him, his body still: "No!"
"Okay, okay!" Anle Hou gritted his teeth. "My son will be a cripple in the future. To be fair, I will cripple your daughter as well today. This matter can be written off."
He pulled out his whip and lashed it hard to the side. The table split in the middle and the teapot and cups on it shattered to the ground with a clang.
The atmosphere was tense, and the servants all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
"Jiang Zhaorong, I'm going to make this clear. You must befriend Jiang Zhiyu today. If you don't, don't blame me for disregarding our past friendship."
Jiang Zhaorong remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it.
Marquis Anle laughed in anger and was about to whip when he heard a clear girl's voice: "I'm coming."
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