Just when Duanmu Xu was still watching and sighing, someone from the patrol battalion of Shuntian Mansion arrived. The chamberlain who was holding Zhao Shicheng roared, "Hurry up and find someone, the thirteenth prince has been assassinated." ”

The assassination of the thirteenth prince suddenly shocked the soldiers of the patrol battalion who rushed over.

The patrol battalion immediately dispersed in an uproar, surrounding the chamberlain and Zhao Shicheng in his arms. The Organic Soldier advised, "Report it quickly." ”

The current Thirteen Princes were assassinated in Yongle Fang, and the news spread at a very fast speed for a while. The ordinary people who heard the news were naturally surprised. Who is so bold that he can still assassinate the prince? Aren't you afraid of killing the nine clans? Even those who are timid are still worried, don't be a distant relative who can't be beaten by any of their eight poles, and when the time comes, they will be in trouble.

The news naturally spread to Liu Guofan, who was still staying in Fenglai Pavilion, at a very fast speed.

When he first heard the news, Liu Guofan almost fell down, and finally came to his senses. The music of Tian Lai Xuan, which was still in my ears, and the graceful posture that lingered in front of me later, disappeared at once.

The thirteenth prince was assassinated, and his injuries were extremely serious, isn't this to let himself lose his official hat?

Liu Guofan was in good spirits and followed the soldiers of the patrol battalion who came to report the news to the direction of Yibaozhai, where the accident occurred.

Although he didn't need to worry about his official hat like Yoo Yoo Guofan of Shuntian Mansion, Pan Zhiyan, who walked out of the store disappointed from Yibaozhai, was also stunned by the scene in front of her.

She knew the two people lying on the ground. One is the person he has hated for many years, the one who has been against Luo Jia everywhere, and the other is the one who begged to write a letter for himself in front of the booth where the valet wrote the letter. The felt hat was tossed aside, but she remembered the face. Hey, he's a monk!

What's going on?

Pan Zhiyan faintly felt as if she was involved in this matter, and a trace of uneasiness swayed in her heart. After all, it is a prince lying on the ground, no matter how unfavored he is, the emperor will never allow his heirs to be so hurt by others.

Pan Zhiyan's mind was in a hurry, if this matter was related to herself, then where would the problem be. This monk in a felt hat had no need to write a letter to his family at all. Isn't it true that a monk has already broken off his seven passions and six desires? What's more, if it is a coincidence, he does not want to give silver taels, and the final result is to let himself write a letter.

Could it be that the problem lies in the letters you have transcribed?

As soon as she thought of this, Pan Zhiyan rushed towards Jianxuan quickly. Regardless of whether there is a problem with that letter or not, it must not fall into the hands of others.

However, surrounded by people patrolling the camp, she was a little helpless.

She looked around anxiously, and happened to see Duanmu Xu not far away, thinking that with the wonderful skill of Bai Shen Shooting, she should be able to help herself get the letter.

However, when she was about to walk towards the place where Duanmu Xu was standing, a large group of people rushed in the direction of Yibaozhai, not only Yin Liu Guofan of Shuntian Mansion who heard the news, but also Fei Yuwei, the Zhenfu Si who assisted in the patrol in the city.

The thirteen princes were assassinated, and the emperor blamed him, and everyone could not escape the blame.

The onlookers who were supposed to watch the excitement saw so many officials and errands, especially Fei Yuwei, disperse in all directions. There are some things that cannot be seen, asked, or said.

Duanmu Xu followed these scattered crowds and slowly retreated to a farther place, and at the same time found that Pan Zhiyan, who came out of Yibao Zhai, was blending in the crowd and approaching him.

On the street, Fei Yuwei and the people of Shuntianfu were negotiating with each other, some were giving Zhao Shicheng medicine to stop the bleeding, and some were interrogating the inner servants about the situation at that time. The sound is noisy, and people's hearts are more chaotic. Liu Guofan wiped the beads of sweat that kept coming out of his forehead from time to time, not too hot, but too cold. Seeing the appearance of the thirteen princes with a face like white paper, his heart had sunk to the depths of the ice cellar.

Duanmu Xu was not disturbed, but Pan Zhiyan, who was close, was a little disturbed, looking at the corpse of the monk who had been surrounded by groups, she couldn't do anything for a while.

What to do?

Can you ask him for help? Pan Zhiyan weighed it in her heart.

In that Fenglai Pavilion, she saw with her own eyes that this white god shooting is not only a superb archery, but also a supreme method, which can catch fish from the pool water out of thin air. So can you find that letter from that monk out of thin air?

But can he be trusted? Know what is at stake, where can anyone easily let it know. If others know that she Pan Zhiyan may be related to this matter, then someone in the DPRK and China must make a big fuss.

Although he has never been interested in the intrigue and intrigue in the officialdom, after all, he was born in the Pan family and has always heard of or seen it. This time, the thirteen princes were inexplicably stabbed, and there happened to be a monk next to him who had a relationship with him, and he was very likely to be calculated by the other party.

The white god shot in front of him, in the words of the eldest brother, is a responsible person, and in the words of Luojia, he is also a responsible person, and in his own eyes, he should be a trustworthy person.

Pan Zhiyan was about to speak, when Duanmu Xu motioned to go out, as far away as possible from those Flying Feather Guards and those patrolling the camp.

After walking a short distance, Pan Zhiyan couldn't wait to say that it would be too late to delay any longer, "Brother Bai, my little sister has something to ask for." ”

"Please. ”

Pan Zhiyan quietly pointed to the place surrounded by Fei Yuwei, "On the monk lying on the ground, there may be a letter, I don't know if Big Brother Bai can help me get it back." ”

Duanmu Xu looked up at the Flying Feather Guards in a circle in the distance, and couldn't help frowning. The meaning of this little sister of the Pan family is definitely not to let herself rush over and blatantly search for things on the body of the sex.

So how do you get it?

When I was competing with Dugu Heng just now, I caught fish from the pool, although it was also a remote pick-up, or even a live thing, but there was no requirement for speed.

This time, I have to unknowingly take out the letter from the body, even if I find it, how to hide it from everyone's eyes and ears.

This matter was not easy, but looking at Pan Zhiyan's anxious and pleading eyes, Duanmu Xu replied, "I'll try my best." Thinking about the ink on this girl's hand before, it seems that there must be something inside to this matter.

Hearing the answer she was waiting for, Pan Zhiyan's slightly anxious heart stabilized. At the same time, I thought that I didn't see Brother Fan in Yibao Zhai, is this also fake?

The more Pan Zhiyan thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she waited with hope for how Bai Shenshu would retrieve the letter.

Duanmu Xu quietly moved to the door of the store diagonally opposite Yibao Zhai, leaning on the pillar in front of the store.

He waited for his time to strike.

Sure enough, the chaos in the field finally calmed down, and Fei Yu guarded the dying Zhao Shicheng, gently put it on a soft sedan chair, and several people carried it gently, running quickly in the direction of Miyagi.

On the other side, the sight lying on the ground has long been lifeless. But as the murderer of the Thirteen Princes, Fei Yuwei naturally would not leave it behind. However, Liu Guofan thought about the assassination of the thirteen princes, and he couldn't lag behind in tracking down the culprit behind it. After some negotiations just now, Shuntianfu finally won the opportunity to temporarily keep the murderer's body.

A group of people patrolling the camp put the body of the visible man on a carriage and hurried to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion. The rest of the people continued to cordon off the crime scene.

After nodding slightly to Pan Zhiyan, Duanmu Xu quickened his pace and followed the carriage that transported the corpse.

It must be done before this carriage arrives at the Shuntian Mansion, otherwise after entering the Shuntian Mansion, it will be extremely difficult not to alarm others.