The Shaoqing of the Dali Temple thought about Zhao Qiu Ming and Gu Chen. Prime Minister Zhao was in bad luck, and General Gu had just gained an extra 100,000 soldiers. If he had to offend someone, that person could only be Prime Minister Zhao.
"Master Guan, have you made up your mind?" Gu Xinglang asked, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Gu Zhuang's people are in the Tianlao." The Dali Temple Shaoqing could only say to Gu Xinglang: "Does the prince consort want to go and pick him up in person?"
Gu Xinglang looked at the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.
The Junior Official of the Dali Temple said, "The guards of the Prince Consort can send you to the Heavenly Prison." The Junior Official of the Dali Temple felt that he could not give in any more. Gu Xinglang personally went to the Heavenly Prison to pick up the person, and he sent the person to Gu Xinglang. These were two different things in the future. He sent the person away, which meant that he admitted that Zhao Qiu Ming and the Junior Official of the Dali Temple had arrested the wrong person, and that was why he ordered the person to be released. Gu Xinglang went to the Heavenly Prison to pick up the person, which could be said to be Gu Xinglang robbing the person. How could he, a fourth-rank criminal official, compete with the current Prince Consort, a third-rank general? He was powerless, and it was not his fault.
"Someone come here," Gu Xinglang rushed out the door.
Several guards who were specially called from Gu Mansion by Jing Mo's men walked into the side hall, with their hands on their swords, all looking aggressive.
"Let's go to the Heavenly Prison," Gu Xinglang said.
The two guards responded, walked forward and lifted up the recliner where Gu Xinglang was sitting.
The others were still staring at the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. They had heard the nonsense that the old man had just said to the Third Young Master. To the guards, this man was just trying to make things difficult for their Third Young Master.
"Thank you, Lord Guan," Gu Xinglang thanked the Shaoqing of Dali Temple before leaving. Although his expression and voice were stiff, he was polite.
The Shaoqing of Dali Temple wanted to return the favor to Gu Xinglang.
The two guards carrying the recliner acted as if they didn't see Master Guan getting up, and quickly carried Gu Xinglang out. This was only in the capital, but if it was in the army, who would dare to talk so much nonsense to the Third Young Master? The guards stared at the Junior Official of the Dali Temple with fierce eyes, but they were actually very uncomfortable. They had had enough of the feeling of being bullied by a dog in a low position in the past year.
"Third Young Master, shall we go directly to the Sky Prison?" A guard asked Gu Xinglang after they left the side hall.
"Well," Gu Xinglang said, "Let's go faster. After picking up Xiaozhuang, we still have things to do."
"Yes." Several guards responded to Gu Xinglang and walked towards the sky prison along the long corridor.
In a flower bed outside the corridor, when Gu Xinglang passed by, a whimpering sound like the sound of the wind, but even more mournful than the wind, was heard. Gu Xinglang turned his head to look at the flower bed, but the sound suddenly stopped. With the light behind him, Gu Xinglang could only see a clump of dwarf bamboo with withered leaves and branches, but dense growth.
"Third Young Master?" The guard walking beside Gu Xinglang saw Gu Xinglang staring at the flower bed and asked hurriedly.
At this time, a tabby cat jumped out from the flower bed and ran out of the courtyard as if it was running for its life.
It turned out to be a cat. Gu Xinglang shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's go to the prison."
The guards continued to move forward.
In the darkness of the night, neither Gu Xinglang nor the guards saw that the escaping tabby cat left a trail of blood. It was a wounded cat.
The Shaoqing of the Dali Temple was sitting in the side hall. He walked out of the side hall only after he heard the footsteps of Gu Xinglang and his group go away.
Several guards from the Dali Temple came over and one of them said, "Master Guan, are you just going to let the Prince Consort take the man away like this?"
The Dali Temple's Shaoqing said, "Those are the guards beside the princess. The consort must take them away, and I can do nothing about it."
"But where is the master?"
The Shaoqing of Dali Temple shook his head and sighed.
The oldest of the squad leaders spoke up, "Sir, that man was the princess's guard. Then who were the man and woman who were captured with him? Are they the princess's people? Would the princess use palace servants with disfigured looks to serve her?"
The Dali Temple Shaoqing smiled bitterly and said, "I also asked the prince consort, and he said he didn't know."
"Don't know?" A squad leader shouted, "These three people were staying together. The prince consort just said he didn't know and sent us away?"
"Alright," the Junior Secretary of the Dali Temple waved his hand at the heads of the yamen runners and said, "Your Excellency is in danger now. We will discuss this matter when His Majesty or the higher authorities ask about it."
"What if no one cares?"
The Dali Temple Shaoqing sighed and said, "Then let's just pretend that this never happened."
A strong wind blew from west to east, causing the two lanterns in the corridor to shake violently. The swaying light and shadow mixed with the pale moonlight, creating all kinds of strange and distorted black shadows in the corridor and the courtyard.
As the autumn wind grew stronger, a smell of blood wafted into the noses of these people who were very familiar with the smell of blood.
"Who is it?" Several yamen runners drew their swords almost at the same time.
The Dali Temple Shaoqing sniffed the bloody smell carried by the wind, pointed to the flower bed with dwarf bamboos growing under the corridor, and said, "There."
Several squad leaders ran to the flower stand and shouted loudly at first. Seeing that the people inside did not respond, they started to chop the interlaced bamboo bushes with knives.
“Woo——”
A whimpering sound came from the bamboo bushes.
Several yamen runners and the Dali Temple Shaoqing standing in the corridor were startled by the sound. The sound did not sound like a human voice. Could it be that some wild animal had entered their Dali Temple?
"What is that? Come out!" A squad leader swung his knife and chopped towards the direction where the sound came from.
A hand reached out from the bamboo bushes and grabbed the leader's knife.
When they saw that they were human beings, several squad leaders shouted at the people hiding in the bamboo bushes to come out.
"Something's wrong!" The head of the yamen runners, who had a knife grabbed by someone, screamed in surprise.
At this time, a skinny man stood up from the bamboo bushes. As he stood up, the smell of blood became stronger, almost making the people in the Dali Temple who had seen a lot of human blood vomit.
"Ghost!" The head of the yamen runners who was facing this man screamed in surprise.
The Dali Temple Shaoqing turned around and tried to escape, but his legs went weak and he fell in the corridor.
Several yamen runners who were skilled in martial arts fell down near the flower stand in a moment. Their bodies were mutilated, their stomachs were ruptured, and their internal organs were exposed, as if they had been torn and gnawed by wild beasts.
The Dali Temple Junior Official crawled on the ground, shouting for help. In the blink of an eye, a shadow reflected on the ground covered the back of the Dali Temple Junior Official's hand. The Dali Temple Junior Official turned around and saw the person standing behind him. He was tall but skinny. It was more like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. The skeleton had its mouth wide open, and blood was all over its lips and teeth. The Dali Temple Junior Official felt hot under his body, and in shock, Lord Guan lost control of his bladder.
"You, who are you?!" Using all his strength, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple shouted at the man.
The man let out a "woof" and stepped on the body of the Dali Temple Shaoqing with both feet. The smell of a rotting corpse immediately entered the nose of the Dali Temple Shaoqing.
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