d begun their day's work. Of course this only means the vast majority of people, some of whom are still tangled up in bed at this point. Like the one a wooden partition away from him.

"My Lord"

After about half an hour, a call came from the opposite side.。

"Um ... what's the matter?" A slightly squeaky, weird voice sounded.

"My Lord, An Wangye and Liu Yun Daren are here. "

"What are they doing here? Send someone in to serve."

"Yes"

The door rang and two people came into the room.

"Speak "

"Governor Daren took An Wangye and Liu Daren to the inner hall for a secret discussion. This humble servant has not heard anything yet."1

"Search again "

"Yes. "

"Wait!" The water from the hand towel is strung into the basin. "Who else knows about our visit, other than Governor Daren?"

"The four soldiers who opened the east gate the night before and a Colonel guarding the city* "1

"Kill them."

"Yes." Someone stepped down.

After a rustle, the shrill emissary said to his confidant, "let's go to the garden with me"

"Yes."

The door opens and closes again. The other side became silent

Zhang Ping stretched his legs and stood up, felt the switch to open the secret room door and slipped out. He had to thank Yang Momo for teaching him a lot of practical tricks for his convenience to steal what she wanted for her. For example: to look for a dark room.

There was another person in the room, with a steady and faint breath, presumably still asleep.

Zhang Ping frowned, since just now he was wondering who would sleep in the same bed as a eunuch? Or a middle-aged eunuch nearly half a century old?

Whoever it was, he'd have to make him sleep a little more deeply.

Zhang Ping lifted the hanging curtain.

A girl, about 15 or 6 years old, with long hair and bare face, lies on the inside of the bed. The weather is still very cold. Even if there is a stove burning in the house, nothing will be covered in this way. People who are not ill can freeze out of illness.

Besides, the girl was covered with all kinds of scars.

Those scars are all still fresh. Some scars are even fatal.

No wonder the sound of breathing is getting fainter.

Zhang Ping is standing in front of the bed. Save her or not.

To save, even if it's just to cover the girl with a blanket, later on?that wily old fox, Hu Rong would find something unusual, and then know that his whereabouts had been exposed.1

Not to save, it is equal to let her die.