Xianyang City.
"Grandpa Wang Jian, how was the court session today? Did Zimo get bullied?"
In the carriage.
Ying Yinman saw Wang Jian's strange expression and thought that Ying Zimo had been bullied, so she hurriedly asked.
She even clenched her fists and said angrily," Who bullied my Little Nineteen? Hmph, Grandpa Wang Jian, tell me. I'll definitely help Little Nineteen get justice."”
Wang Jian was speechless.
He really didn't know what to say.
Little Lord was bullied?
Zhao Gao was killed with a single slash, and blood flowed all over the Qilin Palace. At that time, the officials were all terrified, afraid that something would make this little ancestor unhappy and stab their necks.
Who dared to bully him? Who could bully him!
It was already a blessing that the Little Lord did not bully others!
Wang Jian's old face was filled with a bitter smile as he said,""Princess Yin Man, I'm afraid that the Nineteenth Prince is not as simple as you think.”
"Him? He was just too sensible. All the civil and military officials in the court were very evil. Perhaps they would have bad intentions.”
Ying Yinman still didn't know what had happened in the imperial court.
"Old Master, the Embroidered Uniform Guards from the Little Lord's residence have arrived.”
The coachman's voice was trembling.
"General Wang, the Little Lord invites you to his chambers for a chat.”
It was Yu Huatian who led the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
The murderous aura of the Embroidered Uniform Guards made people feel as if they had met the King of Hell.
"Hey, are you the new manager of Little Nineteen's residence? Where did Zimo find you guys?”
Ying Yinman wasn't afraid at all. Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity.
"General Wang, please leave quickly. We still have to inform Young Master Fusu, Li Si, Meng Tian, and the others.”
The one who spoke was the feminine Yu Huatian.
A group of Embroidered Uniform Guards held onto their Spring Embroidered Sabers and disappeared into the night.
"Such a person is actually willing to be a hawk and listen to the Little Lord?”
Wang Jian looked at Yu Huatian's disappearing back.
Previously, he thought that it was a death warrior sent by the First Emperor.
When the Embroidered Uniform Guards killed Zhao Gao, Wang Jian realized that he was wrong.
This group of killing machines didn't listen to Qin Shi Huang, but the Nineteenth Prince, Ying Zimo!
"Let's go to Little Lord's chambers.”
Wang Jian's voice rang out.
"Oh, oh…" Only then did the coachman wake up from his dream.
"Hmm? Why are you so afraid of him?" Ying Yinman still didn't understand.
"Princess, they kill people without batting an eye.”
The coachman gulped and said as he drove,""The guard who spoke just now killed Zhao Gao with one slash.”
"Zhao Gao is dead?"
Ying Yinman's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.
When she came back to her senses, she clapped her fair and tender hands and smiled brightly.
"As expected of my Little Nineteen."
"Well done ~"
He had never thought about why Ying Zimo wanted to kill Zhao Gao.
Where did they find so many men of sacrifice?
Wang Jian was speechless.
Good heavens.
These two little fellows were definitely his biological children.
The carriage started moving.
Not long after, they arrived at the Nineteenth Young Master's bedroom.
There were also a few carriages parked there. Fu Su, Li Si, and Meng Tian alighted from them.
"Good evening, everyone."
Meng Tian cupped her hands and bowed.
"May I know why Little Lord called us here so late at night?”
Li Si twirled a strand of beard on his lips, his eyes shining.
He had a good eye for people.
After what had happened in the morning court, Ying Zimo's image in his heart had changed.
From an ignorant child, he had become the youngest son of the Qin Emperor who had the aura of a hero.
It was just that he was still young, and given time, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Because the reason Ying Zimo gave to kill Zhao Gao was obviously a lie to give the ministers a way out.
The real reason?
Li Si did not know, but the young master was definitely not doing it on a whim.
"Little Nineteen asked me to wait here. Is there nothing important? Forget it, I was planning to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.”
Fu Su frowned.
The people of the scholarly faction had called Ying Zimo a little tyrant and had said many bad things about him, asking him to fight for the power to govern the country.
Could it be that his 19th brother was pretending to be obedient and sensible before?
No, impossible. It must be just a moment of stubbornness.
Today, he came here to teach the ignorant Ying Zimo a lesson about love and love.
Creak--
Yu Huatian was still wearing the same flying fish robe, and his feminine face was still eternally cold.
"Milords, Little Master has been waiting for a long time. Please come in.”
He stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation, but his back was as straight as bamboo.
"Why are you so mysterious? What is Little Nineteen doing?”
Ying Yinman directly walked in.
So it was.
The group entered the bedroom and walked all the way to the manor in the back garden.
"This... What is he doing?"
Everyone was stunned when they saw the manor.
The back garden was originally a garden with many exotic flowers and herbs, but now it was completely flattened.
After being flattened, it was transformed into a farmland.
"Hah, hah!"
A small figure was squatting in the farmland, digging a hole with a hoe.
After digging the pit, he placed a dusty, clod-like object into the pit and carefully filled it up.
He noticed the footsteps behind him.
Ying Zimo stood up and wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, leaving three mud marks on his face.
"You're all here. What are you waiting for? Come and help.”
Everyone was speechless when they saw this scene.
After a long time, he finally connected this little multicolored cat to the young master of the Imperial Court who had ordered Zhao Gao's death.
Was the Nineteenth Young Master playing with mud?
He called them over just to help dig a hole and bury something?
Looking at Ying Zimo, who was working hard, he helped Su Su with a black line on his forehead.
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