The Lord Of The Underworld - Chapter 117

The harem of Yuan Dynasty is recognized as the most clean and well-managed harem.

After the death of the first queen, the beauties in the palace came from all corners of the world. But it’s amazing that such a harem has never revealed any scandals of concubine fighting, and no outsider has heard of a concubine’s unscrupulous efforts to disrupt the emperor’s heart and disrupt the court—

In short, in private, the courtiers all sighed that the king of the Yuan Dynasty was quite blessed.

Inside the harem of Yuan Dynasty.

A beautiful-looking woman stared at the figure of Yuan Wang who was leaving, but her expression was not the kind of tenderness of a little daughter, but rather nauseous about vomiting.

“Disgusting…” The woman drew a shallow mark on the palm of her hand with her nails, with forbearance on her face.

“Qinglian, why did you think my palace wanted to kill when he saw this broken thing? If you want to smash his corpse into thousands of pieces, you can pull off his intestines and light the sky lantern!”

She spoke such **** words to her personal maid without any fear.

Concubine Wen Yue’s chest was filled with strong resentment, she wanted to kill, and killed the owner of the harem. He actually dared to kiss her and take her to bed. It was so disgusting to make her vomit!

How many women’s bodies has his hand touched? A grandiose smile, a nauseous body…what qualifications does he have to do these things to her, obviously he is not a high-level ***, she is, she is–

Wen Yue gasped heavily, and his thoughts just stopped suddenly. She had blue veins on her forehead, and she retched again and again: “Go find someone, my palace must know the cause of this hysteria.”

Qing Lian possessed: “Niangniang, are you going to find an imperial doctor?”

Wen Yue gritted his teeth very loudly, her complexion was cloudy, and she almost said without thinking: “What’s the use of the imperial doctor? They know the reason for the fart!”

“Go and find a minister, the palace wants a real capable person.” Wen Yue reluctantly suppressed the murderous intent to the Yuan Wang. She got up and arranged her clothes, and her face returned to the time when she saw the Yuan Wang. Fake expression.

Wen Yue went to the Piandian and met Gu Yunting, the only sister of the Yuan Dynasty. Gu Yunting is a quiet temper. After meeting Wen Yue, he pours tea obediently. Wen Yue held her hand for a while, but occasionally there was a trace of hostility and publicity in his eyes.

She must bring Gu Yunting over. But Wen Yue couldn’t remember why she thought so.

In prison.

Ding Zheng looked languid, and was tortured crumblingly. During the interrogation, he inevitably confided something about taking care.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and swallowed the next words abruptly, and the people in front of him probably didn’t notice…

Ding Zheng lowered his head, but he was not as desperate as the other prisoners who came here. He had a chance to go out without loss. But if he confided about the little boy, he would definitely be mistaken for the smuggling vendor to pursue him.

It’s okay if the little boy is safe, if he falls ill and dies during the wrong pursuit…

Ding Zheng shuddered and thought that sooner or later he would be fished out by Shun Teng, but in the end, let alone let the family accept his favor, I am afraid it will be difficult to die.

Ding Zheng thought he had concealed it, but he didn’t know that his intermittent words and eyes fell into the eyes of the person responsible for the torture.

This person, Chen Linzhi, stroked the top hat, did not continue to torture Ding Zheng, and sent someone to investigate the matter. The content of the discovery was quickly passed to his hand.

Ding Zheng took care of it from a certain way, and it finally fell into the hands of Luo Zhifeng. Chen Linzhi did not hide it from Chen Linzhi. He slowly put out three or two sentences from Ding Zheng’s mouth, and outlined it through this vague expression. Out of the context of what happened-

At this time, Chen Linzhi felt quite interesting. Before approaching Ding Zheng, Luo Zhifeng, who looked like a sickly boy, had never stayed anywhere beside Ding Zheng.

How did he know about Ding Zheng’s photo, and no one else had ever been in contact with Luo Zhifeng?

As for the identity of Luo Zhifeng that Ding Zheng tried to conceal, Chen Linzhi felt a little funny. He knew the faces of several young masters in the capital, and Luo Zhifeng was not seen among them.

After thinking about it in this way, Chen Linzhi probably knew Luo Zhifeng’s identity.

He was supposed to be a weak son who had been in contact with those blond and blue-eyed foreigners, and he was also a doctor who had an unknown prophet and knew the human heart.

After foreseeing that Ding Zheng would “secretly” come to take care of someone with a similar identity to him, Luo Zhifeng borrowed the name of the person from the capital to give Ding Zheng a small command.

The small rubies hanging from the corners of Luo Zhifeng’s clothes and some dangling Western-style gold ornaments can be used as auxiliary evidence of his identity.

Also… Chen Linzhi’s eyes brought a trace of exploration and longing for the mysterious magnate Luo Zhifeng.

This Xiangshi is like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace, even the deceived Ding Zheng can only vaguely say some common characteristics of him, and other things can be regarded as asking three questions.

Even the person at Chen Linzhi’s hand had barely found a trace of Luo Zhifeng by digging three feet in the ground to confirm his identity.

Prior to this, Chen Linzhi sneered at the trend of magnates rising from Liang Guo, thinking that these magnates were nothing more than strawbags and magic sticks that had the courage to deceive the king.

Chen Linzhi never expected that there would be people with real skills among the sages whom he considered to be liars!

The weakness revealed by Luo Zhifeng can be explained better. He should have suffered five evils and three deficiencies, and revealed too much of the will of the heavens before he was bitten back and coughed up blood constantly.

After Chen Linzhi determined the “identity” of Luo Zhifeng, he couldn’t restrain himself and began to think-did he learn any fairy tales? Will he have the ability to prolong life? In this way, the reclusive master suddenly appeared in the Yuan Kingdom. Could it be…Could it be that he foresaw the existence of a gifted person in Yuan Kingdom?

When thinking of the last possibility, Chen Linzhi took a breath, his heart beating wildly, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

Longevity, destiny, these are the temptations that no one can resist! He will never let go of this opportunity!

Chen Linzhi’s eyes flickered a few times, and he whispered to the person in his ear: “Go and find the place where the master is staying, and tell him… Wen Yue, concubine Wen, please. As for that Ding Zheng? Keep in prison, right? , Just let him dream of flying and rising.”

“Ah…Isn’t my cousin sluggish lately, can’t find out what’s wrong with the hospital too? She wants to come, she needs a capable photographer.” He said to himself.

Chen Linzhi wanted to use Wen Yue’s identity to win over Luo Zhifeng first, and his cousin would not object to bringing such a character into the circle.

Chen Linzhi raised his eyes and looked towards the sky, with excitement in his eyes-Ding Zheng was afraid that he would not think it was. It was not a small fish or a shrimp who tortured him. It turned out to be a noble man who came to experience it on a whim.

And Chen Linzhi’s identity is exactly the relative and cousin of the current concubine Wen of Yuan Guo.

It was so seemingly coincidental that Luo Zhifeng not only took care of his identity from Ding Zheng’s hands, but he was also “coincidentally” tortured by Chen Linzhi, a “big man” in his spare time, and asked Chen Linzhi to follow him. After learning about Luo Zhifeng’s news, he took the initiative to weave an identity for Luo Zhifeng without any errors.

After that, Chen Linzhi gave birth to the idea of ​​actively introducing Luo Zhifeng.

One by one, this made Luo Zhifeng seem to be favored by heaven. Only by peeling off the cocoon will we be aware of the terrible place of such a “coincidence”.

If there are bystanders watching the development of this rather dramatic drama, I am afraid I can’t help but ask—is this really just a coincidence?

Chen Linzhi’s people are very clever, and they also know the master’s cautious tone, and they dare not neglect any distinguished guests who are going to look for. But this kind of slow search doesn’t know how long it will be, and it’s too cautious, which adds a lot of difficulty to this matter.

Just when they couldn’t find Luo Zhifeng for a long time and couldn’t do anything about it, this young master’s appearance teacher appeared in front of them in such a timely manner.

Luo Zhifeng’s black-and-white eyes that were stained with ink just looked at them directly without any pause.

Half of his cheek was exposed under the hat, and his gaze made these subordinates feel a sense of awe, which seemed to come from a vague intuition.

The subordinates couldn’t help but tremble, and they realized that Luo Zhifeng knew that they were looking for him, and he took the initiative to appear in front of him and others.

What kind of photomaster will have this ability?

It’s as if…you can see through people’s hearts.

After a brief silence, they quickly picked up what to do, and asked, “The concubine and empress want to talk to her husband.”

“Oh?” They heard this mysterious photographer smile, and in a blink of an eye they coughed out a few red plums with their lips. They were indeed weak, but what they said made people feel tight.” Was it the invitation of the imperial concubine or your master?”

The subordinate was silent, a little flustered looking at each other.

They heard the gentleman’s comforting tone and smiled again: “It’s just a casual talk…It doesn’t make much difference who invited it. Since the imperial concubine is invited, then go.”

Luo Zhifeng’s tone was light and fluttering, as weak as his voice, but it was extremely heavy on the bottom of people’s hearts.

When Luo Zhifeng was facing the carriage, the young man in the front remembered what Chen Linzhi wanted to explore, and asked actively and respectfully: “I wonder if you can ask, what is the sir good at?”

The incense lingering in the carriage made every object around it covered with a hazy veil, as if it were creating a charming dream.

Luo Zhifeng’s voice also had a somewhat unrealistic, dreamlike meaning in these people’s ears.

These subordinates thought that Luo Zhifeng would say it was a fate, so that he could continue the conversation further. But what he didn’t expect was that Luo Zhifeng threw out an unexpected answer.

“Some overseas insights.”