Wanbao Lady

Chapter 308 My Loss

Since this is Murong Zhuo's own memory, the memory during his drunkenness is intermittent, pieced together by vague sounds and images, and suddenly it seems like he has come into a dream.

"Are you drunk?"

Someone shook him.

"Sir... you are here early... what you saw... please ask..."

"I saved you back then... Humph! What a waste... Let me ask you, today... what happened in the end?"

Murong Zhuo heard someone asking in a daze, but he was stunned for a long time because his mind was in a mess.

Seeing this, the person asking the question asked it again. He heard it vaguely and told the truth in bits and pieces.

The man asked more detailed questions, so Murong Zhuo vaguely told him the battle between the last two people, as well as the time and place of the battle.

Of course, this is what Chongfan, a bystander, saw. But in Murong Zhuo's mind at that time, he probably thought he was dreaming!

The scene changes.

He woke up in a room, but found that this was not his home.

His head was still throbbing. Murong Zhuo felt like he had a dream last night. In the dream, someone asked him about catching a wanted criminal, and he seemed to have answered... vaguely? Or maybe he didn't?

My heart immediately trembled.

After quickly leaving the room, he randomly found a cleaning servant to ask, and learned that many people were drunk last night, so the prefect was kind enough to let them stay overnight in the guest rooms of the mansion.

He immediately strode away, intending to go to the prefect to resign.

After all, he asked for a few days' leave from the prefect in the name of recuperating from his injuries!

As a result, he did not walk far before he saw the prefect walking in his mansion, and he immediately went up to him.

While speaking, he carefully observed the other person's expression.

However, he discovered that there was no strange expression on the prefect's face. He even smiled and reminded him to take good care of his injuries, as the prefecture still needed his protection!

It was as if the sounds and images from last night were really just his dreams.

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When the scene changed again, Murong Zhuo had already disguised himself and walked out of the city gate. He then rented a fast horse outside the city and rushed to the agreed location alone.

Hurry up and arrive in time on the agreed date.

At the same time, the wound on his arm was almost healed.

However, the mystery of that night shrouded his mind, making him somewhat absent-minded.

Does the prefect know about this?

If the other party knew about this, they would definitely send a backup plan.

If I don't know and think it's just a dream after getting drunk, wouldn't that be groundless worry?

Because he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't help but glance outside and look around while fighting with Qi Sheng.

However, because of his action, the person on the opposite side suddenly withdrew from the fight and waved his hand.

"No more fighting! You're obviously worried about something. This fight is so boring and really frustrating!"

What happened next was just as Qi Sheng had said before. The prefect had already laid an ambush and took advantage of Qi Sheng's relaxed mind to shoot the poison needle.

Murong Zhuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately shot the attacker through with his gun.

But at this time, the prefect's soldiers who had been following him from a distance also arrived in time and surrounded Huimapo.

Faced with the current situation, Murong Zhuo immediately understood.

It turns out that those sounds and images were not dreams! They were real!

But now is an urgent situation, not a good time to explain.

He could only watch Qi Sheng break out, and the only thing he could do was to stand by and watch.

That's all! I'll find some time later to explain it to him properly!

Murong Zhuo thought so.

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The scene changes.

At this time, Murong Zhuo was in the prefect's mansion, kneeling on one knee on the ground, being scolded by the prefect.

"You were being chased by your enemies and were seriously injured. I saved you out of kindness! You said you wanted to repay a favor, and this is how you repay me? Huh?"

The prefect glared with his eyes wide open, his eyebrows raised, and he was extremely furious.

As he spoke, he pointed at the person in front of him with his trembling finger.

"I have been very kind to you over the years, right? But you turned your back on me and let the fugitive go again and again! All the achievements I have made are gone just like that!"

There was only a loud clattering sound, and the tea set and other items on the table were overturned by the prefect and smashed to the ground.

Broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere and scratched Murong Zhuo's face, but he did not try to hide. He just lowered his head quietly and let the prefect vent his anger.

"Tell me! Why did you do this? What is your relationship with the fugitive?"

Hearing the prefect's stern question, Murong Zhuo just shook his head calmly, "I have never met this person before. I only saw him during the arrest operation."

The prefect was angry and puzzled, "Then why did you let him go twice? You even cut yourself and lied to fool me?!"

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo immediately thought of the official who had passed by him before.

Could it be that the officer who arrived earlier saw me scratching myself in secret?

He thought so in his mind.

He remained neither humble nor arrogant, "I have heard of that man's deeds. He is clearly a chivalrous man who values ​​friendship and loyalty and cares about the people! I don't want such a good man to be thrown into prison or even beheaded in public! This is a loss to the people."

Of course, more importantly, he had seen the other person with his own eyes. Although he inevitably had some ruffian spirit, his eyes were clear and he was bold and unrestrained. When they were fighting, every move was upright.

Moreover, when he led his men to find the enemy's location and secretly returned to the alley, there were two other people there besides Qi Sheng, who seemed to be his brothers or subordinates.

When he found himself surrounded, the other party did not just run away, but blurted out: "I'll cover the rear!"

How could such a person, who used to be a wanderer, watch the other person fall into trouble?

Some people said that he was a running dog of the government, but he always scoffed at it.

Because he knew that he was himself, he was Murong Zhuo, and he worked for the prefect just to repay a favor.

If such a hero falls into trouble at his hands, he will really become a lackey without self!

After hearing Murong Zhuo's words, the prefect was so angry that his face trembled.

So much so that he blurted out, "It's a loss to the people! It's clearly a loss to me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Murong Zhuo was shocked all over and looked up at the other person.

The prefect glared at him, "Why are you looking at me? Was I wrong? Fine, fine, now you have grown wings and dare to disobey me! Come! Drag him out and beat him with a stick on his back thirty times! No, fifty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards grabbed Murong Zhuo's arms and tried to take him out.

"Wait a minute!" Murong Zhuo shouted, and then stared at the prefect. "I am willing to accept the punishment, but there is one thing I don't understand, I want to ask you. The needle shot by the sneak attacker on Huimapo..."

But the prefect looked at him meaningfully, without giving a direct answer, and just waved his hand and said, "Drag him away!"