After playing for a while, Wang Zheng was a little bored. The martial arts level in this plane was too low. He only had external skills and superficial luck methods, and he didn't even have light skills. He fought so many times, and it didn't mean much to bully people with superpowers and technology.

So, when Tuotuo attacked again, Wang Zheng was too lazy to hide, and just frowned and shouted: "Hanzhu!"

"choke!"

The sound of the sword roared, and a white light penetrated into the battle situation. It immediately bounced away when it came into contact with Tuotuo's whip. Tuotuo's whip was shocked, and his hands were numb. He almost couldn't hold the whip. He quickly stepped back with his toes, secretly sootheed his arm, and looked up at the opposite side.

Wang Zheng, who had been dealing with her below before, had returned to the stands at some point. The person who was receiving the call in the field was one of the eight maids. Tuotuo looked at the girl in blue with a cold face and a cold wind, and his shiny white little hand was holding a more dazzling sword.

"Miss Tuotuo doesn't have to do this. My Wang family has been in contact with Prince Qing for a long time, but I didn't have the chance to meet him. This time I met was a surprise. I asked the girl to bring a favor to the prince. I said that the Wang family in Taiyuan had something to do and wanted to discuss with the prince." Wang Zheng turned a blind eye to Tuotuo's increasingly dark face, and clasped his fists and spoke.

Jia Jingzhong and others were stunned. They thought they were powerful enemies, but why did they become intended partners while fighting?

Tuotuo's face was slightly slower, and his right hand shook, and the green snake whip automatically coiled back to his body like a spiritual snake. He frowned and paused, and then said in a deep voice: "Young Master, Tuotuo must be brought here. But since the Wang family in Taiyuan wants to make friends with my father, can he return the White Tiger?"

"Haha!" Wang Zheng smiled and turned around and left. The sound of the piano sounded again. The seven maids followed him slowly, and the guards pushed out slowly. At this time, the answering voice floated far away, saying, "We Wang don't care about the matter of the Jinyiwei, but Baihu is the person we want from our Wang family. Please let Miss Tutuo be compatible, haha..." The voice became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

Tuobao raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists and loosened his fists. As the envoy of the Northern Yuan royal family, his sensitivity to politics was absolutely extraordinary. She could feel a chance for Prince Qing at this time, and also felt the hostility of the Central Plains family to foreign forces. But she could not show any attitude. After all, the two forces she represented, Prince Qing and the Northern Yuan royal family. She just stared at the girl in blue who had her swords closed and sheathed in front of her and did not speak.

Han Zhu reached out with a cold face and took out a letter from his towering chest. He looked at Tuotuo with his eyes curled up and said a few words coldly: "Xin! Prince Qing!" With a gentle bang of his finger, the letter immediately turned into an arrow that left the string and flew towards Tuotuo. The screaming sound of cutting through the air came, Tuotuo was startled, and quickly took a step back and pulled out the green snake whip and trembled, accurately pointing it directly under the letter. With the momentum, the force suddenly became softer, and reached out and grabbed it steadily in his hand.

Although Wang Zheng ignored the old eunuch Jia when he went in, he smiled at Miss Tuotuo, but Jia Jingzhong felt that Wang Zheng and others were not very hostile to him, but instead had an indescribable hostility towards Prince Qing's envoy, Miss Tuotuo.

Before coming, Wang Zhengzai carefully thought about the positions of all parties. These people seemed to be one aspect overall, but in fact the situation here was quite complicated. These people could basically be divided into three representative forces. First, Tuotuo was the envoy of the Northern Yuan royal family and Prince Qing's adopted daughter, so she herself represents the gathering of these two forces, Prince Qing's mansion and the Northern Yuan forces who were expelled from the Central Plains.

Second, Jia Jingzhong's power was basically a borer that grew up with the Ming Dynasty royal family. Although he was greedy for money, he was not brainless. He knew that the emperor was his trump card and that the emperor controlled the court, and he was the biggest in the capital. So he himself was a force.

As for Xuanwu, he was just a poor worm who was blinded by ambition, and he had no idea who he grew up with. He was just a clown without a brain, so he could basically ignore it.

In this case, in order to gain the greatest benefit, Wang Zheng of course wanted to help Prince Qing succeed in rebellion. However, he did not want the Northern Yuan forces to enter, so he would have an obscure and difficult-to-understand mood when the two forces represented the representatives.

Therefore, Wang Zheng's position was basically to seize the product of the rebellion of Prince Qing and the part of Jia Jingzhong protecting the orthodox Ming Dynasty. Therefore, only the Northern Yuan forces are the real enemy.

When the letter arrived, Han Zhu coldly swept the few people and said hard: "Goodbye!" and turned around and leaped away.

Jia Jingzhong and Xuanwu, who had been stunned, looked at each other and turned their eyes to the white envelope in Tuotuo's hand. Tuotuo looked up at the direction where Wang Zheng and others disappeared, their eyes narrowed into small slits, and murderous aura kept rising and rolling above their heads, and the braided hair was windlessly-

Baihu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and the waste gas in his chest drank out loud. His body suddenly tensed and instinctively wanted to grab the knife and kill him.

"What are you shouting! Shut up!" A roar suddenly slashed Baihu's forehead like a thunder, and immediately struck him dumbfounded. Looking at Han Shuang's pretty face that reached into the distance, he touched his head awkwardly and stopped making any more noise.

Seeing that he was no longer calling, Concubine Xu rolled her eyes and shrank back.

Baihu looked at himself and bandaged the clean wounds all over his body. He knew that he was saved by the group who appeared gorgeously in the end. He thought silently in his heart and sighed. Although it was a pity that he did not kill the old eunuch, it was good to save his life.

Baihu tried his best to sit up, enduring the pain of the wound, and looked around and took a breath.

He was the commander of the Jinyiwei. He usually went out and searched countless homes, and had never seen any luxurious treasures. However, he was indeed shocked by the scene in front of him. The decorations here completely overturned his concept of having money. The corrupt officials who had investigated and dealt with in the past became beggars at this time.

Baihu is a martial artist who reads little and does not have much ability to identify antiques such as calligraphy and paintings, but he also has his own way of judging. Just the night pearl hanging on the ceiling and the crystal bronze mirror that appears on the opposite wall make him feel like he biting his tongue. This is definitely a priceless treasure.

"Hey, why are you getting up? Don't move around." A soft voice came over, with a little complaint and a little anxious.

Baihu looked up and saw a little girl in a green lotus skirt jogging here. The beautiful and beautiful woman wrinkled slightly, looking unhappy.

"Girl! Did you save me?" Bai Hu coughed awkwardly and wanted to thank him.

"Hey, don't move!" The little girl glared at her eyes, but she still looked soft and said, "Speak less! Let me check it!" As she said that, she pressed him back, took out a strange thing from her small pocket on her waist, inserted one end into her ear, and put the other end into Baihu's body and moved. After being scolded twice, Baihu didn't dare to speak, and honestly asked her to tinker.

After a while, the little girl took off her utensils, clapped her hands happily, and said, "Okay, most of your wounds have begun to heal. According to your constitution, you can heal in three to five days. As for the injuries in the inner middle school, you still have to take care of them for a few days."

"Thank you, Miss!" Bai Hu nodded and said nothing. He was not good at expressing himself, but only knew that he would not thank him for his great kindness. He would repay him if he had the chance in the future.

The little girl nodded softly and suddenly raised her head and shouted: "Qianqian, Baihu has woken up. Come and send the porridge quickly. I'll ask Sister Yumo to notify the young master."

Baihu looked around and didn't hear anyone agreeing. He was also puzzled, not knowing who she was talking to.

At this time, as soon as the door opened, a little girl in a yellow lotus skirt walked in with a big tray, and pouted while walking, saying, "Shiny Yilu, I knew I was going to cook for the young master!"

"Hehe, good Qianqian! I know you're the best!" Yilu ran up with a smile, took the tray and placed it on the Baihu bedside table, pointed to three slowly big bowls, and instructed: "Drink them all. This is what I begged Qianqian for a long time before she made it for you. This is called Xiaoyao porridge, which has a miraculous effect on promoting blood circulation and removing bruises and healing, and has the reputation of "Three Bowls of Ren Xiaoyao".

Baihu looked at the big sea bowl that was not smaller than his head, swallowed and nodded to the girl who called Qianqian to thank him.

"Ah! I'm still stewing Buddhas over the wall in my pot. I can't stay here anymore. It's all you!" Qianqian nodded with her chest, looking proud, suddenly opened her eyes wide and was about to run out.

Yi Lu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly held Qianqian's hand and quickly instructed: "After drinking the porridge, you have a good sleep to replenish your energy. Our young master will come to talk to you tomorrow." After that, the two of them pulled and ran away without waiting for Baihu to react.

The two of them heard the voices from afar, "Qianqian, what did you do at noon today?"

"This week is a third-grade imperial dish. Today it's Xianglong's turn to fly together, eight-treasure wild duck, Buddha-handed golden rolls, and fried cuttlefish shreds!"

"Wow! I want to eat, I want to eat!"

"No! Every time you steal your mouth, you will be punished by the young master..."

“…”

Baihu looked at the two little girls who disappeared silently, and a warm current surged in his heart. He reached out and touched his face, and the wet tears were soaked in his palms. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly envied the two little girls. This is the feeling of home!
Chapter completed!