Zhou Shixian always felt that he had an advantage, that is, he was calm whenever he was in big events and never panic easily. However, this time he still made him a little vague and was stunned for a moment before he realized.

This fat man actually put medicine in the tea.

Seeing that several people had already picked up the teacup, he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he sneezes on his face.

"Aqiu!" As the mouth flew, several hands holding tea bowls froze. Everyone looked at him awkwardly and quietly put down the tea cup, thinking that the prince consort had made a fool of himself this time.

"It's so rude," Zhou Shixian rubbed his nose and said apologetically, "My nose..."

While speaking, he naturally leaned towards the Aiyicheng, as if he wanted to explain something to him.

Chu Yicheng smiled and looked at Zhou Shixian. He suddenly became vicious. He swung the teapot towards Zhou Shixian's face with his hands, turned around and ran away, shouting: "Move..."

Activate skills, [Meditation]

The teapot that flew over and stopped about a foot in front of him, hanging in the air wonderfully. Chu Yicheng had just run two steps, half open his mouth, as if he could see the mouth shape of the word "telling". The three people on his side, Ni Yuanlu and Wang Chengen, all looked stunned, only Mr. Li Banghua was looking excited.

A white transparent figure slowly emerged from Zhou Shixian's body. He tried to catch the teapot with his left hand, and took off the embroidered spring knife from his waist with her right hand, and slapped Chu Yicheng's back head.

The first three times failed, either they caught the teapot but the knife did not hit the slap, or the scabbard hit the fat man's head, but the teapot fell to the ground and made a loud noise. It was not until the fourth attempt that the left hand gently held the handle of the teapot, and the hard scabbard in the right hand hit the back of the fat man's head, slapped him to the ground.

When the illusion of time was lifted, everyone saw Zhou Shixian's hands, one yin and one yang, and his left hand gently caught the teapot like a flower and stroking the leaves. His right hand was like a powerful Vajra and hit Chu Yicheng's head with a scabbard. Chu Yicheng groaned and fell to the ground in depressed manner. The half-moving word that had just been sent back into his stomach.

"Good tea, good tea!" Zhou Shixian praised it and signaled everyone with his eyes. Everyone understood and agreed.

"This tea is beautiful in color, fragrance and taste, and it is really the best among tea."

"The entrance is mellow, the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, and the tea art is endless."

"This tea...this tea...overbearing!"

Amid the sound of praise, Zhou Shixian seemed to call Gu Shiba inadvertently. Gu Shibayi stepped into the house and realized that the situation was wrong. Seeing that the prince-consin held a sheathed embroidered spring knife and a fat man Chu Sining, he was shocked and wanted to draw his sword.

Zhou Shixian immediately made a gesture of silence and whispered in his ear: "This is a black station. You can tell them a few of them. First add double personnel on the second floor, and long live the support of Zhuang Yanchao, and then immediately seal the door and arrest people. In the house to the west, there are four corner buildings and kitchen warehouses, don't let go of any. Be very careful. There must be a group of postmen who have defended themselves with swords and guns. Be careful that they suddenly start to hurt people."

Gu Shiba took the order and left. Zhou Shixian listened. There were some scattered footsteps outside first, and there were also people on the stairs. After a while, he suddenly heard a neat shout, and then there were endless shouts of shouting and scolding. There were also sounds of swords and swords intersecting, and finally there were gunshots.

As soon as the gunshots sounded, they echoed back and forth in the concave courtyard, becoming particularly loud and deafening. As if they were shocked by the gunshots, the shouts of fighting gradually disappeared.

After a while, Xu Yong brought the knife and broke in. There was blood on the knife. He first looked at Wang Chengen and Ni Yuanlu, then looked at the prince-consort and smiled.

"The thousand-year-old eagle falcon almost pecked at the eyes by the young geese, and it actually came to the head of the Jinyiwei. There were 58 men living, seven wives, all of whom were detained outside, and six died."

"Tsk tsk, amazing," Zhou Shixian sighed, "There is also the postmaster on the ground who is a desperate man. Wake him up and tie him up tightly. I have something to ask him later."

After saying that, he took Wang Chengen, Li Banghua, Ni Yuanlu and the other three, and ran upstairs. After all, the faster he ran, the more loyal he saw at this time.

The Jinyiwei, who was full of the corridor, saw that the prince consort came, quickly made way.

"How is your Majesty?" he asked across the door.

"I'm fine." Chongzhen replied dryly, "Shixian, what's wrong with it?"

"The postmaster's rebellion has calmed down. Please rest assured and let's set off again."

After asking the emperor's safety, he came to the door of the queen's room.

"Well, Empress?"

"I am so happy." The queen's voice was quite calm.

Zhou Shixian felt relieved and asked Li Banghua and Ni Yuanlu to accompany the emperor and prepare to go on trial.

"The prince-in-law, he is considered an officer of the Ministry of War. Do you need me to go with me?" Li Banghua volunteered, "It may be helpful."

Zhou Shixian hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

"It's better if Meng Weng doesn't watch these dirty and slim things," Zhou Shixian whispered, "it's gone to dirty eyes."

Li Banghua felt a stern in his heart, knowing that he was going to be punished, so he bowed and stopped talking.

Zhou Shixian went downstairs and saw people kneeling all over the ground in the courtyard, both men and women, some looked indifferent, some were dejected, and some were looking around in horror.

But he ignored this and returned to the small dining room on the first floor. When he saw Chu Yicheng had indeed woken up, he was poured with water on his head and face, tied his hands behind his back, and knelt on the ground.

Zhou Shixian carried a chair and sat in front of Chu Yicheng.

"Chu Sining, you dare to do such a case in broad daylight. That pot of sweating pill is not cheap, right?" His speech was not fast or slow, but it seemed to have an invisible pressure. "You probably know that killing a post inn is a crime of cutting off the line."

Chu Yicheng's body trembled, he raised his head, looked at Zhou Shixian for a while, and suddenly sighed.

"Since it is in your hands, I don't expect to survive. Can you please tell me how you can see the sweating pills in the tea? As the fragrance of cinnamon is enough to overwhelm the little bit of sourness."

I'll tell you, but I'm afraid you won't understand.

"I want to ask you too, since there is medicine, why do you have to do something about us?" Zhou Shixian said leisurely, "Isn't it easier to add it to the meal during lunch, and we two hundred people together?"

"You probably got fascinated by reading the storybook," Chu Yicheng said disdainfully, "It's just that little, I don't know how long it will take to prepare it."

Zhou Shixian nodded, thinking that this should be the case. Since this fat man didn't plan to live, it would be useless to talk to him well.

"Chu Sining, you should know that I am from the Nanzhen Fushi. There is no one whom I have brought out this time except me, so you must believe what I said below."

He leaned forward and looked into the fat man's eyes.
Chapter completed!