Chapter 213 A Heavy Rainstorm

A needle flew into the iron cage and sank into Wang Yu's head.

Wang Yu slowly stopped his mania, fell back, and slowly closed his eyes.

The person who shot the needle was Murong Jie. He was holding a small iron box in his hand, which was the mechanism of the poisonous needle. Of course, what was shot was not the poisonous needle, but the lost needle.

He strode out and grabbed Zian's hand, "Go, I'll take you back."

Zian opened his mouth, and seeing the pain flashing in his eyes, he immediately understood that he didn't want to face Wang Yu, his soldier, here.

Zian didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to stay silent all the way.

When he was about to arrive at the prime minister's mansion, Murong Jie suddenly said, "The territory of my Great Zhou is guarded by the blood of this group of soldiers. The people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the group of high-ranking people can sit back and relax. It all depends on them. The king swears that I will not spare anyone who uses the lives of soldiers to fight for power."

Zian saw the fury in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, which showed that he had reached the limit of his patience.

Zian stretched out his hand, wanting to give him a hug, but after all, he felt that it was inappropriate. His hand stopped in mid-air, and he slowly retracted it, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you."

"Xia Zi'an, this king will not let Xia Huaijun go, he is the one who initiated this incident." Murong Jie looked at Zi'an and said coldly.

Zian nodded, "Yeah."

She didn't know what to say, and she also knew that Murong Jie wasn't trying to blame her, but everyone knew that Xia Zian was Xia Huaijun's daughter, and this couldn't be changed. Once something happened to Xia Huaijun, everyone in the Xia family have to be implicated.

Murong Jie was warning her that if she wanted to make a move, she had better do it as soon as possible, otherwise, she would be dragged into this vortex as Xia Huaijun's daughter.

Murong Jie looked at her and said: "If you can't leave the Prime Minister's House, you'd better do something to let people see that you and the Prime Minister's House don't agree, if something happens to the Prime Minister's House in the future, if someone is willing to intercede for you, they will know where to start. "

Zian was silent for a while, "What's your opinion, my lord?"

"Why did this king give your mother a piece of land?" Murong Jie asked back.

Zian raised her head, "You mean you want me to move to the backyard too?" She had this intention.

"Yes, moreover, it's best to separate the back yard from the front yard, build a wall and build a self-contained mansion." Murong Jie said.

"Self-supporting mansion?"

"Your mother is the head of Danqing County. She can submit to the household department and build her own mansion, and the household department will allocate money to her."

Zian finally understands his good intentions, because she is still the daughter of the Xia family and has never been married. Relying on the Prime Minister's Mansion, it is even possible to build a main entrance on the side of the bamboo garden to form a small mansion.

In that way, she didn't go out to live, but it had nothing to do with the Xiangfu.

"I understand, I don't want to build a lakeside wooden house, I want to build a mansion that belongs to me and my concubine." Zi'an said.

"This matter is bound to cause a storm, but remember, the bigger the storm, the better, and the more people know that you have broken with the Xiangfu, the better." Murong Jie said.

"I understand." Zian thought for a while, "I will cut down all the bamboo forests, and then clear the open space to start construction. As for the rockery and corridors stretching all the way from Xiangfu Lake, I will also demolish them. People entered Danqing County Lord's mansion from Xiang's mansion."

"Well, the main entrance should be opened from the left side, not from the bamboo garden, which is always against the mountain."

"It's still the prince who is thoughtful." Zi'an was very grateful.

Murong Jie said indifferently: "In that case, it will be much more convenient for me to go to your boudoir late at night, at least I don't have to go through the Prime Minister's residence."

"..."

Forget it, she felt that the regent who was angry and forbearing just now was more emotional.

Before getting off the carriage, Murong Jie said to her: "Tomorrow the king will come to pick you up into the palace."

Zian was surprised, "Entering the palace?"

"Yes, the empress mother said that before making a decree to bestow the marriage, she must meet you first." Murong Jie looked at the little face that had become frightened, and said flatly: "It's not like you haven't met her before, what are you worried about?"

She's not worried, she's nervous.

How was it before? In the past, in order to survive, everything was risked.

But now, she is going to see his mother-in-law, especially since she knows that the noble concubine no longer treats him as a son, and the empress dowager is more like his mother, so tomorrow will be seeing her future mother-in-law, can you not be nervous?

Thinking of entering the palace before, she was either covered in scars or looked embarrassed. She was sure that she had a bad impression on the Empress Dowager, otherwise the Empress Dowager would not say that she wanted to see her again.

She looked sad, "Did the empress dowager say why she wanted to see me?"

"I don't know, she said it before I left the capital, but I was busy at that time, so I didn't bring you in."

In fact, Zian really didn't like the atmosphere of the palace. When he entered the palace, he felt his chest was pressed by something, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

"One more thing, you just mentioned the rockery and corridors in the Prime Minister's Mansion. If I remember correctly, it should be the Fengshui array ordered by the old lady."

"Feng Shui? Does she believe in this? I remember that she doesn't believe in any ghosts, although she always says something about Amitabha."

"Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods, but they do believe in Feng Shui."

"It's very strange."

Murong Jie sneered, "What's so strange? People who have done a lot of evil things, if they believe in ghosts and gods, they will believe in divine punishment and dare not do evil things. However, Feng Shui is different. Many nobles believe that Feng Shui is used well. It can bring wealth and glory to people, and they will live forever without worry.”

Zi'an also sneered, "Then my good grandmother is really stubborn in choosing the good."

Murong Jie looked at her and said solemnly: "This king wants to tell you that if you want to destroy the rockery and break the cloister bridge, she will definitely oppose it strongly and take drastic actions. You have to be careful."

"Don't worry about me, I'll take care of it." Zian knew that he was also in a state of desperation now, that he couldn't help him, and he was already restless, so he must not let him worry about himself anymore.

Murong Jie took another deep look at her, "Go, tomorrow morning, the king will pick you up and enter the palace. After you come out of the palace, you should ask your mother to submit the preparation documents to the Ministry of Household immediately."

"Understood." Zi'an got out of the carriage and watched the carriage turn around, feeling very emotional in his heart.

Not long ago, she was very afraid of this man, always thinking that he would become her trouble, but unexpectedly, he became her protector.

The moment he walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the sky. This summer, a heavy rainstorm has been brewing. There have been several times before, but it was just loud thunder and little rain. Finally, this heavy rainstorm is coming ?

Zian walked in step by step, with steady steps.

The earth has been dry for a long time, and she has been waiting for this rainstorm!