Empress, your husband is invincible

Huang Fuhu's face was bloody and bloody, but the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.

Sticking out his tongue to lick the blood on the corner of his lips, Huang Fuhu's tone was extremely sinister:
"What is this whip?"

Zhuang Shuanglin looked back at Zhuang Yan, raised his whip and pointed at him:
"The interest collected for Zhuang Yan temporarily. In the future, if you want to pay it back, you can ask him to pay it back at any time. I will never interfere."

"Good, good, good!"

Huang Fuhu looked away from her, and looked at Zhuang Yan who was trying to straighten his chest.

"Zhuang Shuanglin, what a plan you have!
Want to use me to sharpen your good-for-nothing brother?Then I will take it! "

Pointing at Zhuang Yan, Huang Fuhu said angrily as if no one was around:
"Zhuang Counselor, I will remember you. From now on, whenever I see you once, I will tease you once! I will never die!"

Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Zhuang Shuanglin raised his hand and took out a small crystal clear porcelain bottle from his cuff.

"This is the golden sore medicine secretly prepared by Marquis Wu Mansion, it is extremely effective for damage caused by external forces.

With a physique like the little prince's, after taking medicine for his injuries, he will be fine after a day of self-cultivation.

There are still two days left in the competition, I hope the little prince will not make mistakes. "

Rubbing between his palms for a moment, Zhuang Shuanglin raised his hand and threw the porcelain bottle to Tuoba Yingying who had just crawled out of the deep pit.

Tuoba Ying Falcon's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to take it.

Looking coldly at Ye Cheng, Tuoba Ying Falcon suddenly smiled and said:

"Brother Ye is really good at martial arts. On the day of the martial arts competition, I will definitely ask for another lesson in person!"

Ye Cheng didn't even look at him, he just waved his hands casually.

A so-called master like Tuoba Ying Falcon, who is powerful in internal energy, but not proficient in close combat, can be easily defeated by him at will.

Seeing that the matter was completely over, Zhuang Shuanglin jumped off the horse, walked quickly to Ye Cheng's side, and whispered something in his ear.

Hearing Zhuang Shuanglin's words, Ye Cheng's face suddenly became serious.

"Really?"

Zhuang Shuanglin nodded with a serious face.

"Feng Hao is already checking."

"Then I'll go take a look with you."

Ye Cheng nodded without thinking.

Zhuang Yan winked at several attendants beside him, and one of them quickly rushed to the carriage not far away, carefully helping him up.

Leaping onto the horse, Ye Cheng turned his head and inadvertently saw Zhuang Yan's movements, and immediately frowned and said to Zhuang Shuanglin:

"It looks like it may have hurt your heart. You really don't need to take him to see it first?"

Zhuang Shuanglin just glanced at Zhuang Yan who was waving at him with a flattering smile, then immediately turned his head and said with an angry smile:

"Him? Seriously, at most ten days and a half months, he will be alive and kicking again.

Compared to this, if he can't learn from today's humiliation, it will give me a headache. "

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Shuanglin rode his horse and left, followed by Ye Cheng.

And after passing a restaurant, Ye Cheng suddenly raised his head to look at a closed window on the third floor.

……

Seeing Ye Cheng and Zhuang Shuanglin completely disappear in the street, Huang Yi closed the window tightly with a gloomy expression.

"How? What do you see?"

Behind him, there is a bald monk who is feasting on a table of wine and meat.

Hearing Huang Yi's question, Monk Zhikong raised his head nonchalantly.

"I can't see the specific foundation, but according to the poor monk's speculation, the lowest level is eighth."

"Eighth rank? The lowest?
Isn't that the legendary strength?Is Ling Xuejian's luck really that good? "

Huang Yi's face froze, and after a long time, the copper wine glass in his hand was suddenly squeezed into a ball.

"Look at you, the poor monk is not in a hurry yet, why are you in a hurry?"

Monk Zhikong glanced at him and continued to say to himself:

"But this person's exercises are a bit weird, not to mention that he doesn't have internal energy in his body, and he doesn't seem to be good at Jianghu moves.

You should be best at close combat, so in the future, you can only let people fight against him from a distance. "

Seeing that Huang Yi was particularly disturbed, Monk Zhikong wiped his mouth and took out a brand new book from his robe.

After thinking about it, he threw it to Huang Yi in the air.

"Here, this stuff was repaired by the poor monk from the fragments of scrolls stolen from the tomb.

Whether it is successful or not, you can find some soldiers under your command and practice for a while in the dark under the mansion. "

Huang Yi took it subconsciously, just flipped through two pages at random, and his face began to change drastically.

Looking up at Monk Zhikong suddenly, Huang Yi breathed heavily:
"This, it turned out to be the art of military formation? Could it be that book..."

"Yes, that fragment, after textual research by the poor monk, can roughly confirm that it is the "Nine Arrays of Emperor Wudi" that has been lost for many years."

"Old monk, you are really the supreme treasure of this Marquis!"

……

With galloping horseshoes, Ye Cheng and Zhuang Shuanglin rode straight in from the side door of Wuhou Mansion, and ran directly to the private prison of Wuhou Mansion.

At the underground entrance where the private prison is located, there have long been hundreds of Phoenix Feather Guards standing in armor and holding spears.

Jumping off the horse, Ye Cheng walked straight through them and ran to the ground.

Zhuang Shuanglin followed closely behind.

Even during the day, the dungeon was filled with a thick, almost irreversible coldness.

On the walls on all sides of the dungeon, ever-burning torches were hung.

The blazing torches reflected the scene in the dungeon as if it were daytime, and the layout of all the prisons was clearly visible.

But Ye Cheng went from the prison at the end all the way to the stairs, but he didn't find a single prisoner, so he was a little dazed.

Turning his head to look at Zhuang Shuanglin in a daze, Ye Cheng frowned slightly:

"What about the people? Including Mo Yuxie and the others who were imprisoned here before?"

"As expected, even Mr. Ye couldn't detect the layout designed by my father himself."

Coming here, Zhuang Shuanglin seemed not in such a hurry.

After making a harmless joke, Zhuang Shuanglin pushed open the cell door and walked into the first cell on the left.

There was no specific movement, Zhuang Shuanglin just fiddled with the wall a few times, and suddenly there was a sound of chains in the cell.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a slanting staircase appeared in the empty cell.

Zhuang Shuanglin pointed to the stairs and explained to Ye Cheng:

"Mr. Ye, please take a look. This is the real private prison in our Marquis Wu Mansion. How is the concealment?"

Ye Cheng was stunned for a long time, then turned his head and glanced at the surrounding cells, he had nothing to say for a while.

No wonder he felt a little weird when he came here for the first time...

Who would have thought that there would be a private prison under the "private prison"?

And even if it can be imagined, I am afraid that without Zhuang Shuanglin personally coming, no one will know the way to open the real private prison...

But when he suddenly thought of something, Ye Cheng couldn't help but get weird for a moment.