There seemed to be something pulling in his heart, and a trace of inexplicable emotion quickly crossed Li Xuandu's eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He suddenly felt a little pain in her hand.

"Ah Su should take a break, doesn't his hand hurt?" he said.

The whisper like a flute was gentle and soft, but the words that came out almost made Qin Su fall back in anger.

How did he know her hand hurt?

Also, why is this person's back suddenly so hard? I still felt that the tentacles were quite elastic, but now I felt like I was poking at an iron plate.

Qin Su lowered his eyes, and the tips of his black and yellow fingers were red.

That gray feeling is coming again.

Now that the situation is unknown, how many big things are waiting for her to do, and Li Xuandu's appearance today is a big event, how can she have the leisure to take care of it?

As soon as she changed her mind here, Li Xuandu's voice came: "Let's get down to business." His voice was still soft, but devoid of the joke.

I have to say that he once again gained insight into Qin Su's mood and answered the call just right.

"Good. Qin Su exhaled secretly, answered a word, withdrew his hand, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

was dragged into the black oxcart by Li Xuandu halfway, and she didn't know what happened, she was actually a little anxious, so she couldn't stand his laughter like that.

Even as she gets used to feeling like things are out of her control, she still doesn't like to change.

Especially the big changes, she doesn't like it.

She waited quietly for Li Xuandu to speak, however, the other party suddenly fell silent.

The ox cart walked forward in a "tuk tuk", and the long wicker swept by the side of the car, and the wind carried the fragrance of the wood.

This moment of silence was stretched out by the scenery along the road, and time seemed to stand still.

After a while, Li Xuandu's voice came. The voice was blown lightly and thinly by the west wind, like a thin fluttering silk thread that drifted into Qin Su's ear drum.

"The Eight Princes...... He's dead. He said, in the straight back, there suddenly seemed to be a little more gloomy.

A sentence without a beginning or an end.

Qin Su was stunned.

Her first reaction was that after the assassination of the five princes, the royal family of the Chen State once again encountered a major event.

However, she soon realized that she was thinking in the wrong direction.

The eighth prince mentioned by Li Xuandu is not the little prince who was born not long after Chen Guocai.

The eighth prince he said was in the Tang Kingdom.

The eighth prince of the Tang Kingdom is dead.

Qin Su's back suddenly oozed a layer of fine sweat.

"What did you say?" she heard her own questioning, which was dry and cold, as strange as if it had come out of someone else's mouth.

She clearly heard his words clearly, and knew that she didn't understand it wrong, but she still couldn't help but confirm it again, "Please Li Lang make it clearer, who died?"

Her voice was very soft, but her tone was extremely eager, as if she wanted to hear a different answer.

Li Xuandu's back did not move, but every word he spit out was extremely clear: "Three days ago, the second prince, the third prince and the eighth prince of the Tang Kingdom were assassinated at the same time, and the first two princes were lucky to be safe, and the eighth prince ...... He was stabbed to death. ”

Qin Su's hand suddenly clasped the window.

This time she heard it very clearly.

What Li Xuandu said was indeed the eighth prince of the Tang Kingdom.

He's dead.

Assassinated.

Qin Su looked at Li Xuandu's back blankly, and his heart instantly swelled with horror.

The Eighth Prince of the Tang Kingdom actually died?

What kind of moth is this?

In his previous life, this eighth prince was majestic, not only killed the Tang Emperor, but also killed several of his own brothers, seized nearly half of the military power of the Tang Dynasty, led his own men and horses to kill under the imperial city, and finally almost established himself as the king.

It wasn't until the seventeenth year of the Middle Yuan Dynasty that the tyrannical Eighth Prince died in a battle, and it is said that he was killed by an arrow in the back and was calculated by his own people.

Such a fierce eighth prince was actually killed like this in this life.

At that moment, a thought popped up in Qin Su's mind.

"Could it be ......" she only said these three words, and then swallowed her words raw.

At this time, the carriage had reached its destination, that is, at the corner gate of the Piaoxiang Teahouse, and although this alley was only inhabited by ordinary people, it was not a place where people could talk.

Li Xuandu didn't speak again, but drank the bull and got out of the car.

Qin Su also followed and got out of the car, his face under the hat slightly pale.

The two of them silently entered through the corner door and went straight to the private room upstairs.

It wasn't until after entering the door that Li Xuandu continued the sentence that Qin Sufang had not finished speaking: "You guessed right. It should be the 'Anonymous' who made the shot. He said, taking off his hat and revealing a cold and handsome face, "This assassination resulted in a total of fifteen assassins, all of whom were dressed in black and masked, including a grandmaster and two big hands, in groups of five. Before the reinforcements arrived, the three masters retreated, and the rest were all ambushed. ”

Qin Su paused as he untied his hat.

Then, her clear eyes were fixed on Li Xuandu's body, and her pale face no longer had the urgency of Fang Cai's moment, but seemed much calmer.

"If it's really five people?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

After recovering from her initial shock at hearing the news, she quickly figured out the most puzzling part of the story.

Only five people can really kill the eight princes of the Tang Kingdom?

Moreover, in terms of the assassination methods planned by that "Anonymous Clan" in Da Chen, among the assassins in a group of five, there was actually only one real master.

With this master alone, at most it can only have the effect of disturbing, and if you really want to take the life of a prince, the strength is still too weak.

Moreover, the Tang Dynasty has always established the country with martial arts, and the country has always emphasized military force and light literature, and Emperor Zhongyuan once jokingly called it "the foolish and brave country of unknown education".

In such a martial country, the Eighth Prince himself was said to be proficient in martial arts, how could he kill these five assassins inexplicably?

What's the secret inside?

"Are these five assassins very different from the previous assassins?" Qin Su had already taken off his hat at this time, turned around and sat on the side of the desk, looking up at Li Xuandu who was standing next to him, and his voice was clear.

Listening to her words, Li Xuandu's body did not move, his dark eyebrows were slightly together, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he said: "It's not that people are different, but ...... things are different. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" Qin Su asked, with a hint of puzzlement on his face.

Li Xuandu glanced at her and said lightly: "Among the five assassins who assassinated the Eighth Prince, there is a master at the level of a grandmaster, and this person is good at shooting flying needles, and the needle is ...... Quenched with poison. The eighth prince was conceited of his martial arts skills, and went into battle with the assassin with a knife, but was stabbed on the back of his hand by a flying needle, and after a cup of tea, he was poisoned and killed. ”

It was actually poisoned.

And it is still a poison that seals the throat with blood.

Qin Su nodded knowingly, silent.