As he spoke, the hand covering the little man's mouth loosened slightly, but the tip of the knife moved upward, and only a millimeter fell on his lips.

The little guy looked at the person in front of him in horror, shocked, and full of disbelief, "Why are you?"

When the man heard this, he snorted coldly, "Don't divert the topic, who asked you to murder Mr. Luo?" The voice was extremely low, and there was a sense of tranquility from the underworld in the lowness, which made people feel furious when they listened to it.

The little guy couldn't help but tremble, trembling, his lips touched the sharp blade in front of him, with the cold and biting chill came, and then the skin of the mouth was hot, accompanied by a hot pain, and when he looked down, he saw that on the dagger of Sen Bai, there were blood beads, and he was suddenly frightened, and he couldn't help but shrink back, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and only touched a hand of hot blood.

"Are you crazy, even I dare to ......" He is the proud confidant of the third prince, and even the housekeeper in the palace has to respect him for three points, but he never thought that this little minion who has never been in his eyes would do such a thing to him at this time.

The skin of his mouth was cut by a sharp blade, and the pain was accompanied by horror, and he couldn't help but speak threatening words.

The other party interrupted impatiently, "I'll ask you one last time, who instructed you to murder Mr. Luo, you don't have to say it, even if you don't say it, I can find out, it's just the difference between a day earlier and a day later." ”

As he spoke, he shook the dagger in his hand, and the moonlight shone into the rockery, coating his dagger with a layer of numbing silver light.

The little guy couldn't help but shake his calves.

There is no one to instruct, but he just thinks that Luo Zhisong has been smiling and smiling and straining his face to be high, and he wants to teach him a lesson.

He just wanted to see if Luo Zhisong was also wearing his mask-like face on the temporary occasion.

But he didn't expect that he could accurately calculate the time when he landed in the dark grid, and escaped smoothly, except for a few bumps in the carriage, almost unscathed, and the whole process, not even a single exclamation was made.

It's a failure.

He did this thing hidden, in the dark alley, his hiding place was only a stone's throw away from Luo Zhisong, Luo Zhisong didn't notice him, and it was even more impossible for others to know.

But now...... "How do you know?" he was shocked.

The other party asked, the last touch of patience in his eyes was exhausted, "You are really long-winded." As he spoke, his hand rose and fell, and a sharp knife that sharpened iron like clay pierced the heart of the person opposite.

……

It was clearly a person who had been killed, but the expression on his face was even more indifferent than if he had just stepped on an ant.

The blade pierced his heart, and the little guy let out a groan of pain.

The sound was not loud, but in this silent night, it was a little abrupt, and the voice of a government soldier immediately came from outside the rockery, "Who is there?" with a sense of vigilance, and then there were footsteps approaching.

Glancing at the person who had lost his breath in front of him, the man lifted his feet and walked out, "It's me, I'm urgent, it's too late to go to the hut." ”

As soon as the soldiers saw that it was him, they immediately said: "It turned out to be Chu Yan, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and you came here to go to the thatched house?"

Chu Yan and the little guy who was stabbed to death by him just now, and the people who served Xiao Yi at the same time, but their status was not as high as that little guy.

When Chu Yan heard this, he immediately pulled out a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, pointed to the courtyard of Xiao Yi's study, and said: "I want to sleep, but Mr. Luo talks to His Highness about things in the middle of the night, I have to wait in front of him, in case His Highness is hungry and thirsty, someone has to support him." ”

Chu Yan is now only fifteen or sixteen, and his eyebrows are clear and beautiful, especially a pair of eyes, which are dark and clean, like a fairy fairy who does not know the world.

When the soldiers heard this, half of the doubts in their eyes dissipated, "Why are you serving and falling ink?"

"He?" Chu Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's about going to eat and drink, anyway, I haven't seen his shadow, if he's there, where can I be used." Okay, okay, you and I are grinding our teeth here, and you don't need to make rounds? If there is anything that is at stake, be careful that Your Highness will punish you for not doing your duty. ”

The government soldiers smiled disdainfully, "What can there be, the mansion of the dignified prince, who eats the bear's heart leopard dares to cause trouble here." ”

Having said that, in the end, he turned around and left, and went to patrol with a team of government soldiers behind him.

Seeing them go away, Chu Yan turned his head and returned to the rockery, picked up the dead man on his shoulder, lifted his feet out, deflected his shoulder, and threw it into the lotus pond at hand.

No matter how careful he was in his movements, no matter how low his body was bent, the person he threw into it was a person of a hundred or dozens of catties, and he was suddenly shocked that a pool of fish fled one after another.

Looking at the ripples in the pond gradually calming down, under the moonlight, like a silver mirror, only from time to time the wind blows, wrinkling circles and ripples, and the person he threw down, under his strong push, fluttered, floating into the dense lotus branches.

When everything was ready, Chu Yan patted the water beads on the straight trim of his robe, and walked towards the study.

Although the autumn wind was cold, it blew several times, and the little water stains on his body dried out in a few moments.

Luo Zhisong and Xiao Yi whispered in the room, Chu Yan sat on the wooden bench under the corridor leaning on the pillar, his head against the pillar, squinting at the sky and the stars, and the blurred eyes gathered scattered or condensed light, which made people unpredictable.

I don't know what Luo Zhisong and Xiao Yi are talking about, until the sky is glowing, the orange-red luster gradually soaks the earth, the morning gradually rises, and the people in the house have begun a day's work, and the closed door is opened with a "squeak".

Xiao Yi's face was full of excitement, and he couldn't tell at all that he was a person who had not slept all night, "Chu Yan, tell the kitchen to prepare Mr. Luo's breakfast and send it to this king together." ”

Chu Yan got the order, turned around, and glanced at Luo Zhisong before leaving, only to see his thin body half drowned behind Xiao Yi, with low eyebrows and lowered eyes, unable to see his expression clearly.

said that it was Chu Yan who passed the word, but in fact it was Chu Yan who handed the word to the little guy waiting at the door, and the little guy turned around and went straight to the kitchen, and he prepared a thing for Xiao Yi's morning practice.

After changing his clothes, he pointed to the rattan chair on the side for Luo Zhi to sit down, Xiao Yi took a sword handed over by Chu Yan and practiced ho ho.

was rising, and suddenly heard a panicked scream outside, "Ah!"

The sword that Xiao Yi stabbed out suddenly froze, frowned, and swept in the direction of the sound, with displeasure in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Minions go and see. Hearing this, Chu Yan hurriedly rushed out.

But in an instant, he turned back with a panicked face, the sword in Xiao Yi's hand did not stop because of that terrible scream, and through the flying sword shadow, Chu Yan trembled and said: "Your Highness, Luomo is dead." ”

The sudden news suddenly shocked Xiao Yi's wrist, and the sword that stabbed out was off the spot, and he simply took it back, turned his head to look at Chu Yan, his eyes were sharp, "What did you say?"

"Luomo died, with a sharp knife stuck in his chest, and he soaked in the lotus pond, I don't know how long he had been soaking, he was swollen, and his head was so big. Chu Yan raised his hand and gestured, his face full of shock.