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It's like a hungry wolf that pounces in an instant. In less time than the blink of an eye, the dagger in the short man's hand was on Jiang Li's neck.

It was a dagger with a black handle. Small and finely forged, sharpening iron into clay, the most suitable for assassination and raiding, instantly take people's lives. What catches the eye is the three small seals engraved on the knife body: Nanxiu Spring.

This is a knife that only belongs to the Nanzhen Fusi Zhenfu. Similarly, Beizhen Fusi Zhenfu also has such a handful, but it is engraved with "North Flying Fish". These two daggers, like their masters, are legends of the night.

The emperor of Daming Palace has a jade seal. Then the two kings of the night have two daggers. For authority, for symbols, for seeing swords as seeing people.

"The North and South Zhenfu Divisions are all people who only live in the dark night. Except for their loyal masters, no one in the world, even Jinyiwei's colleagues, knows their true identities. The only way is to recognize people with swords. The short man's voice was frighteningly cold, "That is, no one knows who they are, their real names, or even their respective genders." And how did you, the chess boy, tell the difference?"

Although the woman's words are delicate, they do not give people a sense of tenderness at all, but are like the most sinister poisonous needles, and every word is piercing people's hearts.

As she spoke, the "embroidered spring dagger" in her hand advanced by two inches, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on Jiang Li's neck, and the sudden smell of blood caused a bloodthirsty excitement in the woman's eyes: "Tell me the truth, if you hide it, not only you, but all the people around you will be buried for you." ”

However, Jiang Li only lightly hooked his lips, still enjoying the flowers and watching the moon: "There is nothing to say." But Ben Gongzi can tell adults that Ben Gongzi has known for a long time, and there are many people around him who have inadvertently revealed it...... However, this son is willing to live in harmony with Jinyiwei. If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, but if anyone offends me, he will pay it back tenfold. The result depends on the choice of adults. ”

Nan Xiuchun, who was a woman, squinted slightly. The middle-aged man's Beifeiyu was even more dagger out of its sheath, flashing with a cold light.

Threat. This is a *naked* threat.

Jiang Li, the chess boy, took the identity of the two of them to exchange with the knot that blocked Jinyiwei today, one debt for the other, and then the two didn't care.

Beifeiyu and Nanxiuchun have always been retribution, and it is better to kill a thousand than to become the king of the night. But Jiang Li finally had something to say on their hearts: he had known their identities for a long time, and it was impossible to determine how many people he had told them. Even if he killed all the people around him, it was impossible to know for sure whether he told outsiders.

Uncertainty can infinitely amplify the fear and vigilance of the human heart. The Night Kings are no exception.

After a long time, the dagger in Nan Xiuchun's hand suddenly withdrew its sheath.

Immediately, two breezes blew above the tower, and a man and a woman disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the faint smell of blood on a rainy night reminded the surroundings that someone had been here.

The rain was getting heavier. The rain was like a note, crackling, and a white mist rose in the night.

Jiang Li was still standing on the city tower with his hands in his hands, feeling the breath of return, and he said faintly: "Zhong Yu." Herald Tianshutai: After that, I Tianshutai and Jinyiwei, the well water does not interfere with the river water. If anyone breaks the ban first, send the head to the Jinyi Guard. ”

"The subordinates understand. Zhong Yu said respectfully, and then his breath dissipated, and only the sound of dripping rain was heard.

Only the man in white was left on the castle tower. Facing the towering Chang'an City and the prosperity of Guanzhong, he suddenly stretched out a hand in the air, palms downward, two fingers closed, and pressed down slightly.

It seemed like a chess piece had fallen.

Take Kyushu as a game, play with heaven and earth, play chess, ask heroes, and compete in romance.

With the eldest grandson Yulong as the guide, the execution site as the number, and Lu Huan's departure from Chang'an as the prologue. This great change in the world finally came as scheduled without accidents.

April 18. Night. General Lu Huan left Chang'an. The emperor urgently dispatched troops to intercept and kill, but after all, it was too late. watched the tiger return to the mountain, and watched Lu Huan return to his base camp.

April 25th. The general Lu Huan raised troops from Longxi, sent 300,000 troops, raised the banner of "Punish the faint king, An Yunei", and crusaded against Emperor Li He of Wei.

It is said that on Lu Huan's military flag, a woman's head was hung.

The head of Xin Fang, the genius of the imperial gift.

Xin is a royal gift, symbolizing the grace of the emperor. Lu Huan's killing of this woman is to announce to the world: cut off Li Jiaen and raise a sword to rebel against Jiuding. Some people along the way said that the woman's head was covered with long hair, her mouth was gagged with chaff, and the blood stained the upper half of the military flag red, and she looked miserable.

April twenty-seven. The third prince, Li Jingting, took the initiative to write a letter, willing to lead troops to quell the rebellion and be loyal to the country. Emperor Zhun. Feng Qipingxi general, gave silver scales armor and gold pockets, raised 500,000 troops, set off from Guanzhong, and went west to meet the enemy.

Later history books contain: "On the twenty-fifth day of April, Lu rebelled. Twenty-eight. The third son of the emperor worships the general and rebels. Great changes have come, and Kyushu is in turmoil. ”

Twenty-eight. The spring in Chang'an City is bleak, black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the air is so dull that people can't breathe.

Yang Hua spread a layer on the empty street, and the catkins stuck to the cobwebs of the wine flags, and the spiders were almost hanging to the ground, and no one came to clean them. The streets are all things thrown down in a hurry, rats are worn-out and worn, and from time to time there are people pulling mule carts and belongings, carrying two boxes of children and daughters, and moving their families out of Chang'an in a panic.

The former Wupin Shimen Xin Mansion is not exempt from vulgarity.

There were several mule carts parked at the gate of the house, and from time to time slaves carrying quilts and boxes came out of the house, kowtowed to Xinfu, and then got on the mule cart and went away. There is a circle of swallow nests on the plaque of "Xinfu", and the plaques are crooked.

Fuchu. Houhuayuan. Xin Yi stood alone among the peonies, looking at a small basket in his arms. The basket was full of women's clothes, and the fine makeup satin was crimson, but there were large patches of dark black pulp, which were coagulated blood.

There is still a letterhead on the small box, which has been opened, and the precious Biyun Spring Tree has a small Kaijuan show on it: the same woman, I can't bear it. Return the clothes and return the soul to its hometown.

The inscription is: Mrs. Xiangguo. That is, Lu Huan's wife. It turned out that the clothes and ornaments in the small basket were returned by Mrs. Xuanguo, and they were relics of Xin Fang.

Xin Yi couldn't help but think of this morning, Mrs. Xuanguo's personal maid came to find her, gave her a small flute and a letterhead, and told her thousands of times, "Madame can't bear it, but secretly return it." I also asked Miss Xin to inform her. ”

Xin Yi's eyes darkened. She and Mrs. Xuan Guo never met. If she really sent back the clothes of a concubine as a concubine out of pity, it can only be said that she is really a clean person in the Lu Mansion.

Xin Yi's fingertips brushed the blood stains on his shirt. The blood has coagulated for many days, but it still can't get rid of the fishy smell, mixed with the precious fat powder fragrance, which looks very weird.

It was the fragrance of Tiangong Qiao.

Xin Fang said that everyone has their own way of living. There are high and low, high and low, but there is probably no right or wrong. Xin Fang said, I live this life only for two words: Gangchang. Although it is vulgar and vulgar, even old and rigid, is there something wrong with this?

Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with that. Sure enough, he had already written the ending by himself.