usatvline Chapter 120: His Royal Highness the Proton?
Chapter 120: His Royal Highness the Proton?
After moving into the new yard, the heat from the kang made An Qiao feel as if she was sleeping on an electric blanket from her previous life. The warm temperature was just enough to keep out the cold outside.
Everyone had a good sleep, except for a few people who ran to the bathroom all night.
During dinner yesterday, An Qiao said that everyone could go home or go out and have some fun, so some people went out together in the morning.
"Be careful." An Qiao felt like she had become the class teacher.
Originally, An Qiao wanted to go out for a walk, but with the snow falling, An Qiao didn't want to go out. "What a sin! It's not even mid-November yet. Even if it's snowing, it shouldn't keep snowing all day long."
"I wonder how many people will be frozen to death by this heavy snow this year..." Qi Tao also looked at the falling snowflakes and thought of every cold winter in the past.
An Qiao and Qi Tao stood at the door and watched the snow for a while, then turned around and went back into the house.
"I'm afraid the snow won't stop any time soon, so let's not just sit there and wait, let's find something to do." An Qiao said as she took off her coat, "Let's go to the kitchen and see if there's anything delicious to eat."
The two went to the kitchen and dug out a few tomatoes and some leftover noodles from yesterday.
An Qiao thought for a moment and asked, "How about tomato noodle soup?"
Qi Tao had no choice but to respond, "Eat!"
An Qiao asked Qitao to knead the dough while she scalded the tomatoes with boiling water, and the tomato skin came off easily.
Soon, two bowls of noodle dumpling soup were made.
It has been a long time since I had dinner alone with Qitao. It felt both intimate and familiar.
The two chatted and laughed and finished their meal quickly.
An Qiao added, "We still have to go and see how the helpers are doing."
Everyone rested, but Lidong did not leave. She said that she had no home, so it was Lidong who prepared food for the helpers today.
An Qiao took Qi Tao to the old yard. Several uncles were preparing to tear down the wall. An Qiao looked up and thought that they had to finish the work quickly, otherwise it would be difficult to do it when it got colder.
"Thank you for your hard work, uncles and aunts. I will give you red envelopes after the work is done. It's so cold today, thanks to you. I will make some ginger tea and send it to you later. It will warm you up." An Qiao said to the helpers with a smile.
"This is what we should do. You are so polite, young lady."
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On the other side, the people from the Dali Temple were already freezing cold. Ever since receiving the imperial edict, Gu Qingyun had been running to the camp with his men every day, but he had to go and watch over them for fear of being discovered.
It was during these few days that the Dali Temple investigated the Zheng family and discovered that it was a real mess.
Mr. Zheng is old and no longer cares about the previous things. He spends most of his time in bed resting. After he fell ill last year, he became even more old and often in a daze, unable to take care of anything.
Mr. Zheng has few children. His eldest son has now accepted the Zheng family army, but he has been gambling since he was a teenager, relying on his family's power.
Now that he is in charge of such a large camp, I wonder if he still gambles.
Anyway, no one saw it.
The second and third sons were both well-known for being reckless in Kyoto Prefecture. They fought, gambled, visited prostitutes, and did everything.
There is no one in the family who has any future. Once the old general retires, there will be no one left to use.
The hostage in the palace now is the eldest son's son, who has been raised from a toddler to a young man.
Gu Qingyun looked at the camp below and thought deeply, "Why are they all so indifferent? They are just like puppets who have been trained not to laugh."
"Probably the unification of sects?" Zhao Huaiqing was shivering with cold, not knowing why, so he could only make up a story.
No one paid any attention to Zhao Huaiqing, and everyone was wondering why, until Shuangxi spoke up, "Maybe, it's because... our previous training, the secret guards, also required us to try not to have any expression, whether facing the master or the opponent, no one can see our emotions. The other ordinary people were probably infected by the atmosphere, and they were not allowed to communicate, so they gradually became like this. But I think those in the camp are more like they have been trained, just to avoid being seen through. For example, if we stand here and watch them without expression and emotion, it will be difficult for us to start... We don't know what the breakthrough point is, so we can't break through."
Gu Qingyun thought about it for a moment and felt that it made sense. He nodded and said, "We still have to find a way to sneak in. The Zheng family army is very special. It is too difficult to find a spy. We have to check these soldiers one by one, starting from the top. If there are weaknesses or flaws, we can find out."
"They spent so much time and energy on establishing a sect and made such detailed plans. I don't think this is a small-scale operation, nor does it seem like something a reckless man would do." Zhao Huaiqing said tremblingly.
"The little hostage in the palace should have learned something." Wu Huan suddenly thought of something and asked.
"I have studied and passed the imperial examination. Although I am a hostage, I am still an important hostage. The food, drink and other daily necessities are only one standard lower than those of the princes. But there are no restrictions on reading and writing." Gu Qingyun had worked with this man when he was a child, so he knew him best.
"Then we have something to talk about." Xinhai thought for a moment and said something ambiguous.
"But... as far as I know, this little hostage is very gloomy, doesn't like to talk, doesn't want to go out, stays in the house all day, and rarely sees the sun. He occasionally attends a palace banquet, and his skin is as white as a piece of paper. But it shouldn't be the case. He is not harmless, but indifferent. He probably doesn't have the energy to set up such a big plan." Gu Qingyun frowned.
"Don't judge a book by its cover. Young Master Luochuan is also in disguise," Xinhai said heartlessly.
Gu Qingyun then remembered the list left by Master Luochuan, which seemed to include the second and third sons of the Zheng family.
"People do things for a purpose, no matter what the purpose is, raising private soldiers, founding a sect, or even I always feel that those missing children are in their hands." Wu Huan said again.
Gu Qingyun's thoughts have been pulled by Proton and the scene in front of him. It would not be surprising if these "puppet people" lived according to Proton's ideas. He liked calm and rational things.
But will that boy in childhood really become a power-seeker?
Proton himself is a person who doesn't like to laugh or talk.
She was raised in the deep palace since she was a child. She doesn't like socializing, doesn't want to pursue pleasure, and doesn't want to get anything. It seems that the purpose of her life is just to be a proton.
Thinking about it this way, whether it is yes or no, it seems wrong.
Didn’t the emperor also think that the hostage was a naive person who only knew how to read and would definitely not be involved?
"I will go to the palace tomorrow to meet His Highness the Hostage." Gu Qingyun lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he had made some big decision.
When they came back from the mountain after much hardship, they all wanted to go to a Kyoto restaurant to have something warm to eat.
[Closed for a few days, under renovation, looking forward to the big transformation of Kyoto Restaurant! 】
? What does it mean, no food to eat, no food to eat again? ? ?